Zombie Noir – Pulp Detective meets Pulp Horror

“How many have I put into the ground? More than I want to remember. They’re coming back up, like that last shot of whiskey.
She’s here too. Never could resist a party. Couldn’t save her before. From the mob maybe, but not from herself. I dreamed of seeing her again, alive, walking back to me — hell, let’s be honest — crawling back to me, with the old hunger in her eyes.
Not like this.”

“The Old Gang”

Master Nick Roberts © 2011

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