My eyes are stinging. I taste blood on my tongue. I’m scrambling over rubble: broken bricks, shards of glass, shattered concrete. Legs burning as I hurl myself onward, sucking noxious smoke into my lungs. I try to steal a glance behind but my vision is a dirty smear. It’s like trying to see through the … Continue reading Dan’s Demise
Everyone in Scraptopia has a story to tell. The Scrapyard Kids are a streetwise gang of thieves and traders. But before the apocalypse they were regular kids living normal lives. Find out more about how their lives changed. Click on the scrapyard sign and read on...
Naked protesters try to avoid a bloodbath at Buckingham Palace. The "zombie sheep" zone in on Stonehenge. The shaggy sheep story reaches a mystical climax. Click the photo and read on.
Update from Dan D’spare... It’s too dangerous to venture out in daylight; it’s suicidal to roam around in the dark. That doesn’t leave a man many options. Dawn, it is then. I slip out of the bunker while mackattack and Azuba are sleeping off last night’s moonshine. The cloud is crawling over the rubble, just … Continue reading Spliceporker
The sheep army swells and marauds across Britain. Speculation grows as to what they're up to. The media label them zombies. Paranoia sweeps the country. And now they seem to be headed for central London. Buckingham Palace is put on red alert. Click on the sheep above to read the latest episode.
Written by X!ND!3 In the darkness the sounds were brutal; the screams sharp and piercing stopped so abruptly, causing my body to shake uncontrollably then sweat and go cold all at once. They said later I was in shock. In the light of day things were so gruesome. I would try to cross streets with … Continue reading In The Darkness
Written by X!ND!3 A lady has my hand, she’s holding it so tight I’m not sure if she remembers I’m here running faster than my legs want to but without an option. I let her drag me. I fall and she scoops me up by one arm and rights me on my feet and we … Continue reading I Am Here