Zombies Galore

I was asked to edit my story, Zombie, Zombie, Zombie, Oi, Oi, Oi for it to be accepted for publication. Wanting to add more action and realisim to the story I decided to do a bit of research about zombies and came across this list of zombie movies. Didn't realise so many had been release.

1910s
Lola [aka Without a Soul] (US-1914; dir. James Young)
1920s
The Cabinet of Dr Caligari [aka Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari] (Germany-1920; dir. Robert Wiene)
1930s
White Zombie (US-1932; dir. Victor Halperin)
The Ghoul (UK-1933; dir. T. Hayes Hunter)
Night of Terror (US-1933; dir. Benjamin Stoloff)
Ouanga [aka aka Drums of the Jungle, and Crime of Voodoo] (US-1935; dir. George Terwilliger)
Revolt of the Zombies (US-1936; dir. Victor Halperin)
The Walking Dead (US-1936; dir. Michael Curtiz)
The Man They Could Not Hang (US-1939; dir. Nick Grinde)
1940s
The Ghost Breakers (UA-1940; dir. George Marshall)
King of the Zombies (US-1941; dir. Jean Yarbrough)
I Walked with a Zombie (US-1943; dir. Jacques Tourneur)
Revenge of the Zombies [aka The Corpse Vanished] (US-1943; dir. Steve Sekely)
The Voodoo Man (US-1944; dir. William Beaudine)
Zombies on Broadway [aka Loonies on Broadway] (US-1945; dir. Gordon Douglas)
Valley of the Zombies (US-1946; dir. Philip Ford)
1950s
Zombies of the Stratosphere (US-1952, theatrical serial; dir. Fred Bannon) condensed as Satan’s Satellites (1958)
Creature With the Atom Brain (US-1955; dir. Edward L. Cahn)
The Gamma People (UK-1956; dir. John Gilling)
The Indestructible Man (US-1956; dir. Jack Pollexfen)
Teenage Zombies (US-1957; dir. Jerry Warren)
Voodoo Island (US-1957; dir. Reginald Le Borg)
Voodoo Woman (US-1957; dir. Edward L. Cahn)
The Zombies of Mora Tau (US-1957; dir. Edward L. Cahn)
Brain Eaters (US-1958; dir. Bruno de Sota)
The Trollenberg Terror [aka The Crawling Eye] (UK-1958; dir. Quentin Lawrence)
Womaneater (US-1958; dir. Charles Saunders)
Invisible Invaders (US-1959; dir. Edward L. Cahn)
Night of the Ghouls [aka Revenge of the Dead] (US-1959; dir. Edward D. Wood Jr.)
Plan 9 From Outer Space (US-1959; dir. Edward D. Wood Jr.)
1960s
Doctor Blood’s Coffin (UK-1960; dir. Sidney J. Furie)La Marca del Muerto [aka Creatures of the Walking Dead] (Mex-1960; dir. Fernado Cortes)
The Dead One (US-1961; dir. Barry Mahon)
Hercules in the Haunted World [aka Ercole al Centro della Terra] (It-1961; dir. Mario Bava)
Santo contra los zombies (Mex-1961; dir. Benito Alazraki)
Monstrosity [aka The Atomic Brain] (US-1964; dir. Joseph Mascelli)
War of the Zombies [aka Roma contra Roma] (It-1963; dir. Giuseppe Vari)
I Eat Your Skin [aka Zombie Bloodbath] (US-1964; dir. Del Tenney)
Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies (US-1964; dir. Ray Dennis Steckler)
Cemetery of the Living Dead [aka Cinque Tombe per un Medium; Five Graves for a Medium; Terror-Creatures from the Grave] (It/US-1965; dir. Massimo Pupillo)
Creature of the Walking Dead (US-1965; dir. Frederic Corte)
Plague of the Zombies (UK-1966; dir. John Gilling)
Castle of the Walking Dead (aka Die Schlangengrube und das Pendel; Pendulum; Blood of the Virgins; The Blood Demon; The Snake Pit; The Snake Pit and the Pendulum; The Torture Chamber of Dr. Sadism; The Torture Room; Torture Chamber] (West Germany-1967; dir. Harald Reinl)
The Frozen Dead (UK-1967; dir. Herbert Leder)
Astro-Zombies (US-1968; dir. Ted V. Mikels)
Night of the Living Dead (US-1968; dir. George Romero)
The Corpse [aka Crucible of Horror, The Velvet House] (UK-1969; dir. Viktors Ritelis)
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1970s
I Drink Your Blood (US-1970; dir. David Dunston)
Psychomania (UK-1971; dir. Don Sharp)
Tombs of the Blind Dead [aka La Noche del Terror Ciego; Night of the Blind Dead, and Tombs of the Blind Zombies] (Spain/Portugal-1971; dir. Amando de Ossorio)
Virgin Among the Living Dead [aka Une Vierge Chez Les Morts Vivants; Christina, princesse de l’érotisme] (Spain-1971; dir. Jesús Franco)
Baron Blood [aka Gli Orrori del Castello di Norimberga; Chamber of Tortures; The Blood Baron; Thirst of Baron Blood; The Torture Chamber of Baron Blood] (Italy/West Germany-1972; dir. Mario Bava)
Orgy of the Dead [aka La Orgia de los Muertos] (Spain/It-1972; dir. José Luis Merino)
Dead of Night [aka Deathdream] (Can-1972 [rel. 1974]; dir. Bob Clark)
Dead People [aka Messiah of Evil, The Second Coming, Revenge of the Screaming Dead and Return of the Living Dead] (US-1972; dir. William Huyck)
Dracula the Terror of the Living Dead [aka La Orgia de los Muertos] (Spain/It-1972; dir. Jose Luis Merino)
Horror Express [aka Panico en el Transiberiano; Panic on the Trans-Siberian Train] (Spain/UK-1972; dir. Gene Martin)
Horror Rises From the Grave [aka El Espanto Surge de la Tombe] (Spain-1972; dir. Carlos Aured)
Rebellión de las muertas [ aka Vengeance of the Zombies, Revolt of the Dead Ones, and The Rebellion of the Dead Women] (Spain-1972; dir. Leon Klimovsky)
Tales From the Crypt (UK-1972; dir. Freddie Francis)
Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things [aka Things from the Grave, and Zombie Graveyard] (US-1973; dir. Bob Clark)
El Espectro del Terror (Spain-1973; dir. José María Elorrieta)
Night of the Sorcerers [aka La Noche de los Brujos] (Spain-1973; dir. Amando de Ossorio)
Psychomania (Uk-1973; dir. Don Sharp)
The Return of the Evil Dead [aka El Ataque de los Muertes sin Ojos] (Spain-1973; dir. Amando de Ossorio)
The Ghoul (UK-1974; dir. Freddie Francis)
Horror of the Zombies [aka El Buque Maldito; aka The Ghost Ship, and Ship of the Zombies] (Spain-1974; dir. Amando de Ossorio)
The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue [aka No Profanar el Sueño de los Muertos; aka Fin de Semana para los Muertos, Breakfast at the Manchester Morgue, Let Sleeping Corpses Lie, and Don’t Open the Window] (Spain/It-1974; dir. Jorge Grau)
Sugar Hill [aka Voodoo Girl, and The Zombies of Sugar Hill] (US-1974; dir. Paul Maslansky)
The Dead Don’t Die (US-1975; dir. Curtis Harrington)
Night of the Seagulls [aka La Noche de las Gaviotas; aka Night of the Death Cult](Spain-1975; dir. Amando de Ossorio)
The Crazies (US-1976; dir. George Romero)
The Child [aka Zombie Child, and Kill and Go Hide] (US-1977; dir. Robert Voskanian)
Le Monde des Morts-Vivantes (France/West Germany-1977; dir. Amando de Ossorio)
Shock Waves [aka Death Corps, and Almost Human] (US-1977; dir. Ken Wiederhorn)
Dawn of the Dead [aka Zombies] (US-1978; dir. George Romero)
Les Raisons de la mort [aka Pesticide] (Fr-1978; dir. Jean Rollin)
Within the Woods (US-1978; short [32 min]; dir. Sam Raimi) — remade as The Evil Dead (1981)
Beyond Terror [aka Mas Alla del Terror; Further Than Fear] (Spain-1979; dir. Tomas Aznar)
Curse of the Screaming Dead [aka Curse of the Cannibal Confederates] (US-1979; dir. Tony Malanowski)
Erotic Night of the Living Dead (It-1979; dir. Joe D’Amato)
The Fog (US-1979; dir. John Carpenter)
Phantasm [aka The Never Dead] (US-1979; dir. Don Coscarelli)
Toxic Zombies [aka Bloodeaters] (US-1979; dir. Chuck McCrunn)
Zombi [aka Zombie Flesh Eaters; Zombie 2; Island of the Living Dead] (It-1979; dir. Lucio Fulci)
1980s
Antropophagus [aka The Zombie's Rage; Anthropophagous: The Beast] (Italy-1980; dir. Joe D’Amato)
Burial Ground [aka Le Notti del Terrore; Nights of Terror; Zombie 3; Zombi Horror] (It-1980; dir. Andrea Bianchi)
City of the Living Dead [aka Paura nella Citta dei Morti Viventi; The Gates of Hell; The Fear; Fear in the City of the Living Dead; Twilight of the Dead] (It-1980; dir. Lucio Fulci)
The Grim Reaper (It-1980; dir. Joe D’Amato)
Nightmare City [aka Incubo sulla Citta Contaminata; La Invasión de los zombies atomicos; City of the Walking Dead; Invasion of the Atomic Zombies] (Italy/Spain-1980; dir. Umberto Lenzi)
Zombi Holocaust [aka La Regina dei Cannibali; Dr Butcher M.D.; Queen of the Cannibals; The Island of the Last Zombies] (It-1980; dir. Frank Martin/Marino Girolami, 1980-Italy)
Zombie Lake [aka El Lago de los Muertos Vivientes; The Lake of the Living Dead, Le Lac des Morts Vivants] (Spain/France-1980; dir. Jean Rollin)
The Beyond [aka ...E Tu Vivrai nel Terrore! L’Aldila; L’Aldila; And You’ll Live in Terror! The Beyond; Seven Doors of Death] (It-1981; dir. Lucio Fulci)
Dead and Buried (US-1981; dir. Gary Sherman, 1981-USA)
House By The Cemetery [aka Quella Villa Accanto al Cimitero] (It-1981; dir. Lucio Fulci)
The Night of the Zombies [aka Inferno dei Morti-Viventi; Zombie Creeping Flesh, Apocalipsis Canibal, Cannibal Virus, Virus--L’Inferno dei Morti Viventi, Hell of the Living Death, and Virus Cannibale] (Italy/Spain-1981; dir. Vincent Dawn/Bruno Mattei)
Strange Dead Bodies [aka Koesi] (Korea-1981; dir. Kang Bum Koo)
The Aftermath [aka Zombie Aftermath] (US-1982; dir. Steve Barkett)
Cannibal Apocalypse [aka Invasion of the Flesh Hunters] (It-1982; dir. Anthony M. Dawson)
Creepshow (US-1982; “Father’s Day” segment; dir. George A. Romero)
The Evil Dead (US-1982; dir. Sam Raimi)
I Was a Zombie for the FBI (US-1982; re-edited and enhanced for DVD release, 2005; dir. Marius Penczner)
Kung Fu Zombie [aka Wu long tian shi zhao ji gui] (HK-1982; dir. I-Jung Hua)
The Living Dead Girl [aka La Morte Vivante] (Fr-1982; dir. Jean Rollin)
Oasis of the Zombies (Spain/France-1982; dir. Jesús Franco) aka La Tumba de los Muertos Vivientes; The Grave of the Living Dead; Le Trésor des Morts Vivants; The Treasure of the Living Dead]
Forever Evil (US-1983; dir. D. Roger Evans)
Satomi Hakken-den [aka Legend of the Eight Samurai] (1983; dir. Kinji Fukasaku)
Zeder [aka Zeder -- Voices from Beyond, and Revenge of the Dead] (It-1983; dir. Pupi Avati)
Hysterical (US-1983; dir. Chris Beards)
One Dark Night (US-1983; dir. Tom McLoughlin)
C.H.U.D. (US-1984; dir. Douglas Cheek)
Death Warmed Up (NZ-1984; dir. David Blyth)
Night of the Comet (US-1984; dir. Thom Eberhardt)
Night Shadows (US-1984; dir. John ‘Bud’ Carlos [and Mark Rosman, uncredited])
Spirit Vs Zombie [aka Jiang shi da nao xi men ding] (HK-1984; dir. Feng Pang)
Zombie Hunger (US-1984; dir. Richard Kern)
Zombie Hunger 2 (US-1984; dir. Richard Kern)
Zombie Island Massacre (US-1984; dir. John Carter)
Cementerio de terror (Mex-1985; dir. Ruben Galindo Jr.)
Creepshow (US-1985; dir. George Romero)
Dark Power (US-1985; dir. Phil Smoot)
Day of the Dead (US-1985; dir. George Romero)
Hard Rock Zombies (US-1985; dir. Krishna Shah)
Lifeforce (US-1985; dir. Tobe Hooper)
Raiders of the Living Dead (US-1985; dir. Samuel M. Sherman)
Re-Animator (US-1985; dir. Stuart Gordon)
Return of the Living Dead (US-1985; dir. Dan O’Bannon)
Spookies (US-1985; dir. Eugenie Joseph, Thomas Doran, Brendan Faulkner)
The Stuff (US-1985; dir. Larry Cohen)
Trancers (US-1985; dir. Charles Band)
The Witching Hour [aka La Hora Bruja] (France-1985; dir. Jaime de Arminán and Francois Merlin)
Deadly Friend (US-1986; dir. Wes Craven)
Demons [aka Demoni] (It-1986; dir. Lamberto Bava)
Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives [aka Jason Lives: Friday the 13th Part VI] (US-1986; dir. Tom McLoughlin)
Gore-Met, Zombie Chef from Hell (US-1986; dir. Don Swan)
I was a Teenage Zombie (US-1986; dir. John Elias Michalakis)
The Night of the Creeps (US-1986; dir. Fred Dekker)
The Supernaturals (US-1986; dir. Armand Mastroianni)
Zombie Nightmare (US-1986; dir. Jack Brauman)
Blood Diner (US-1987; dir. Jackie Kong)
Bloody New Year (US-1987; dir. Norman J. Warren)
Dark Tower (US/Spain-1987; dir. Ken Barnett [Ken Wiederhorn, Freddie Francis])
Death House [aka Zombie Death House] (US-1987; dir. Nick Marino and John Saxon)
Evil Dead 2: Dead By Dawn (US-1987; dir. Sam Raimi)
The Gate (US-1987; dir. Tibor Takács)
Redneck Zombies (US-1987; dir. Pericles Lewnes)
Rest in Pieces (US/Spain-1987; dir. Joseph Braunstein)
The Video Dead (US-1987; dir. Robert Scott)
Zombie Brigade [aka The Bodycounters, Night Crawl] (Aust-1987; dir. Barrie Pattison)
Zombie 3 (It-1987; dir. Lucio Fulci creditted, Bruno Mattei)
Zombie High (US-1987; dir. Ron Link)
Zombie Vs Ninja [aka Zombie Revival: Ninja Master] (HK-1987; dir. Godfrey Ho)
After Death [aka Oltre la morte, aka Zombie 4: After Death] (It-1988; dir. Claudio Fragasso)
Bad Taste (NZ-1988; dir. Peter Jackson)
Dead Heat (US-1988; dir. Mark Goldblatt)
Dead Mate (US-1988; dir. Straw Weisman)
Flesheater [aka Revenge of the Living Zombies] (US-1988; dir. Bill Hinzman)
Flesh Eating Mothers (US-1988; dir. James Aviles Martin)
Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (US-1988; dir. John Carl Buechler)
Ghost Town (US-1988; dir. Richard Governor)
Ghostriders (US-1988; dir. Alan Stewart)
Maniac Cop (US-1988; dir. William Lustig)
Phantasm II (US-1988; dir. Don Coscarelli)
Return of the Living Dead Part 2 (US-1988; dir. Ken Wiederhorn)
Scarecrows (US-1988; dir. William Wesley)
Blood Nasty (US-1989; dir. Richard Gabai and Robert Strauss)
The Chilling (US-1989; dir. Deland Nuse and Jack A. Sunseri)
C.H.U.D. II: Bud the Chud (US-1989; dir. David Irving)
The Dead Next Door (US-1989; dir. J.R. Bookwalter)
The Dead Pit (US-1989; dir. Brett Leonard)
Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (US-1989; dir. Rob Hedden)
The Laughing Dead (US-1989; dir. S.P. Somtow)
Night Life [aka Grave Misdemeanors] (US-1989; dir. David Acomba)
Pet Semetary (US-1989; dir. Mary Lambert)
Rabid Grannies (Belgium-1989; dir. Emmanuel Kervyn)
The Serpent and the Rainbow (US-1989; dir. Wes Craven)
Voodoo Dawn [aka Strange Turf] (US-1989; dir. Stephen Fierberg)
Zombie Rampage (US-1989; dir. Todd Sheet)
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1990s
The Boneyard (US-1990; dir. Charles B. Pierce)
Bride of Re-Animator: Re-Animator 2 (US-1990; dir. Brian Yuzna)
Chopper Chicks in Zombietown (US-1990; dir. Dan Hoskins)
Demons 2 (It-1990; dir. Lamberto Bava)
Demon Wind (US-1990; dir. Charles Philip Moore)
Frankenhooker (US-1990; dir. Frank Henenlotter)
Ghoul School (US-1990; dir. Timothy O’Rawe)
Magic Cop [aka Qumo Jingcha] (HK-1990; dir. Dung Wai)
Maniac Cop 2 (US-1990; dir. William Lustig)
Night of the Living Bread (US-1990; dir. Kevin S. O’Brien)
Night of the Living Dead (US-1990; dir. Tom Savini)
Two Evil Eyes [aka Due Occhi Diabolici] (It-1990; dir. George Romero, Dario Argento)
Zombie ‘90: Extreme Pestilence (West Germany-1990; dir. Andreas Schnaas)
Demoni 3 [aka Black Demons] (It-1991; dir. Umberto Lenzi)
Grave Secrets (US-1991; dir. Donald P. Borchers)
Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the Terror [aka Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the Revenge of the Terror of the Attack of the Evil, Mutant, Alien, Flesh Eating, Hellbound, Zombified Living Dead Part 2: In Shocking 2-D] (US-1991; dir. James Riffel)
Nudist Colony of the Dead (US-1991; dir. Mark Pirro)
The Resurrected (Can-1991; dir. Dan O’Bannon)
The Zombie Army (US-1991; dir. Betty Stapleford)
Zombie Cop (US-1991; dir. Lance Randas)
The Zombie and the Ghost Train [aka Zombie ja Kummitusjuna] (Finland-1991; dir. Mika Kaurismaki)
Army of Darkness: Evil Dead 3 (US-1992; dir. Sam Raimi)
Braindead [aka Dead Alive] (NZ-1992; dir. Peter Jackson)
Death Becomes Her (US-1992; dir. Roger Zemeckis)
Ed and His Dead Mother (US-1992; dir. Jonathan Wack)
Maniac Cop 3: Badge of Silence (US-1992; dir. William Lustig)
Pet Semetary Two (US-1992; dir. Mary Lambert)
Universal Soldier (US/Germany-1992; dir. Roland Emmerich)
Zombie Rampage 2 (US-1992; dir. Todd Sheet)
Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday (US-1993; dir. Adam Marcus)
My Boyfriend’s Back (US-1993; dir. Bob Balaban)
Ozone [aka Street Zombies] (US-1993; dir. J.R. Bookwalter)
Return of the Living Dead Part 3 (US-1993; dir. Brian Yuzna)
Zombie Bloodbath (US-1993; dir. Todd Sheet)
The Crow (US-1994; dir. Alex Proyas)
Dellamorte Dellamore [aka Cemetery Man] (France/It-1994; dir. Michele Soavi)
Phantasm III: Lord of the Dead (US-1994; dir. Don Coscarelli)
Shatter Dead (US-1994; dir. Scooter McCrae)
Frostbiter: Wrath of the Wendigo (US-1996; dir. Tom Chaney)
Living a Zombie Dream (US-1996; dir. Tod Reynolds)
Zombie Bloodbath II: Rage of the Undead (US-1996; dir. Todd Sheet)
Plaga Zombie (Argentina-1997; dir. Pablo Pares, Hernán Sáez)
Uncle Sam (US-1997; dir. William Lustig)
Zombie Cult Massacre (US-1997; dir. Jeff Dunn)
Zombie Ninja Gangbangers [aka The Zombie Ninja] (US-1997; dir. Jeff Emralino)
Bio-Zombie [aka Sang dut sau shut] (HK-1998; dir. Wilson Yip, 1998-HK)
Buttcrack (US-1998; dir. Jim Larsen)
Hollywood Mortuary (US-1998; dir. Ron Ford)
I, Zombie: A Chronicle of Pain (US-1998; dir. Andrew Parkinson)
Laughing Dead (US-1998; dir. Patrick Gleason)
The Necro Files [aka Psycho Zombie Love Butcher] (US-1998; dir. Matt Jaissle)
Zombie Cult Massacre (US-1998; dir. Jeff Dunn)
The Dead Hate the Living (US-1999; dir. Dave Parker)
Kettensägen Zombies (Germany-1999; short; dir. Oliver Kellisch, Andreas Pape)
Lord of the Dead (Germany-2004; dir. Timo Rose)
Junk (Japan-1999; dir. Atsushi Muroga)
Mutation (Germany-1999; dir. Timo Rose)
The Reading Dead (US-1999; dir. Harry Penderecki)
2000s
Flesh Freaks (Canada-2000; dir. Conall Pendergast)
The Horrible Doctor Bones (US-2000; dir. Ted Nicolaou)
Versus (Japan-2000; dir. Ryuhei Kitamura)
Wild Zero (Japan-2000; dir. Tetsuro Takeuchi)
Zombie Bloodbath 3: Zombie Armageddon (US-2000; dir. Todd Sheet)
All Cheerleaders Die (US-2001; dir. Lucky McKee [and Chris Sivertson])
Biker Zombies [from Detroit] (US-2001; dir. Todd Brunswick)
Children of the Living Dead (US-2001; dir. Tor A. Ramsey)
Dead Creatures (UK-2001; dir. Andrew Parkinson)
Jason X (US-2001; dir. James Isaac)
Mulva: Zombie Ass Kicker (US-2001; dir. Chris Seaver)
Mutation 2 – Generation Dead [aka Die Generation des Todes] (Germany-2001; dir. Timo Rose)
Plaga Zombie: Zona Mutante (Argentina-2001; dir. Pablo Pares, Hernán Sáez)
The Resurrection Game (US-2001; dir. Mike Watt)
Route 666 (US-2001; dir. William Wesley)
Stacy (Japan-2001; dir. Naoyuki Tomomatsu)
Vengeance of the Dead (US-2001; dir. Don Adams and Harry James Picardi)
When Zombies Attack! (US-2001; short; dir. Matt Rose and Chad Waters)
Zombie Cop vs. the Alien Terror (Canada-2001; short; dir. Brian Singleton)
28 Days Later… (UK-2002; dir. Danny Boyle)
Dead and Rotting (US-2002; dir. David P. Barton)
Deadline (Netherlands-2002; short; dir. Jonathan Kray)
Infested (US-2002; dir. Josh Olson)
Mark of the Astro Zombies (US-2002; dir. Ted V. Mikels)
Mutation 3: Century of the Dead (Germany-2002; dir. Timo Rose)
Resident Evil (UK/Germany/France/US-2002; dir. Paul Anderson)
Strangers in the Night (Ireland-2002; short; dir. James Cotter)
Tsui Hark’s Vampire Hunters [aka Era of Vampires] (HK/Japan/Netherlands-2002; dir. Wellson Chin)
The Undead (Aust-2002; dir. Michael and Peter Spierig)
Bacterium (US-2003; dir. Jeremy Rose)
Battlefield Baseball (Japan-2003; dir. Yudai Yamaguchi)
Beaver Lake Zombies 3: Zombie Cop (US-2003; dir. Mike Hartman)
Beyond Reanimator (US-2003; dir. Brian Yuzna)
Cadaver Bay [aka Hellbound: Book of the Dead] (US-2003; dir. Steve Sessions)
Come Get Some (US-2003; dir. Jason Griscom)
Corpses Are Forever (US-2003; dir. Jose Prendes)
Dead Clowns (US-2003; dir. Steve Sessions)
Deadhunter: Sevillian Zombies (Spain-2003; dir. Julián Lara)
Escape from the Dead (US-2003; short; dir. Eamon Hardiman)
Exhumed (Canada-2003; dir. Brian Clement)
Feast of the Funky Disco Zombies (US-2003; dir. Kelly Warner, Quinton Thornton)
Freddy vs Jason (US/Italy-2003; dir. Ronny Yu)
The Ghouls [aka Cannibal Dead: The Ghouls] (US-2003; dir. Chad Ferrin)
Goregoyles: The First Cut (Canada/US-2003; dir. Augustine Arredondo and Kevin Lindenmuth ["Berzerkers" episode])
Graveyard Alive [aka Graveyard Alive: A Zombie Nurse in Love] (Canada-2003; dir. Elza Kephart)
House of the Dead (Canada/US/Germany-2003; dir. Uwe Boll)
I’ll See You in my Dreams (Portugal-2003; dir. Miguel Ángel Vivas)
Jason Farmer: World’s Fastest Drummer (US-2003; dir. Tommy Dee)
Living Dead Girl (US-2003; dir. Jon Springer)
Maplewoods (US-2003; dir. David B. Stewart III)
Necro-Files 2: Lust Never Dies (US-2003; dir. Ron Carlo, with Greg Lewis, Todd Tjersland)
Noctem (Germany-2003; dir. Jens Wolf)
Oh, No! Zombies! (US-2003; dir. David Petrison)
Undead (Aust-2003; dir. Michael Spierig and Peter Spierig)
Wiseguys vs. Zombies [aka Zombies vs. Satan] (US-2003; dir. Adam Minarovich)
“Xombie: Dead on Arrival” (US-2003; TV series; animated; dir. James Farr)
Zombie Beach Party [aka Enter... Zombie King!] (Canada-2003; dir. Stacey Case)
Zombiegeddon (US-2003; dir. Chris Watson)
After Ate (Canada-2004; dir. Jason DeGroote)
Ah! My Zombie Mermaid [aka Â! Ikkenya puroresu; Ah! House Collapses!] (Japan-2004; dir. Naoki Kudo and Terry Ito)
Bad Friend (US-2004; dir. Dustin Austen, Marc Tresenrider)
Bone Sickness (US-2004; dir. Brian Paulin)
Choking Hazard (Czech Republic-2004; dir. Marek Dobes)
Corpses (US-2004; dir. Rolfe Kanefsky)
The Curse of the Maya [aka The Dawn of the Living Dead] (US-2004; dir. David Heavener)
Danger! 50,000 Zombies! (UK-2004; short; dir. Jon Riley)
Dark Harvest (US-2004; dir. Paul Moore)
Dawn of the Dead (US-2004; dir. Zack Snyder)
Dawn of the Friend [aka Stranded Zombie] (US-2004; short [22 min .]; dir. Scott Barkan and Gregg Zehentner)
Day of the Dead: Contagium [aka Contagium, Day of the Dead 2] (US-2004; dir. Ana Clavell, James Glenn Dudelson)
Dead (US-2004; dir. Philip Zlotorynski) — unreleased?
Dead and Breakfast (US-2004; dir. Matthew Leutwyler)
Dead Meat (Ireland-2004; dir. Conor McMahon)
Death Valley: The Revenge of Bloody Bill (US-2004; dir. Byron Werner)
Detained (Ireland-2004; short; dir. Jason Tammemägi, 2004-Ireland)
Freak Out (US-2004; dir. Christian James)
Feeding the Masses (US-2004; dir. Richard Griffin)
Ghost Lake [aka The Empty Lake] (US-2004; dir. Jay Woelfel)
Hide and Creep (US-2004; dir. Chuck Hartsell and Chance Shirley)
Hood of the Living Dead (US-2004; dir. Ed and Jose Quiroz)
Hunted (US-2004; short; dir. Joe DiCanio)
Hunting Creatures (Germany-2004; dir. Oliver Kellisch, Andreas Pape)
Lord of the Dead (Germany-2004; dir. Timo Rose)
Night of the Hungry Dead (US-2004; short; dir. Ron McLellen)
Night of the Living Dorks [aka Die Nacht der lebenden Loser] (Germany-2004; dir. Matthias Dinter)
Punk Rock Zombie Kung Fu Catfight (US-2004; dir. Peter Bernard)
Resident Evil: Apocalypse [aka Resident Evil 2, Resident Evil: Nemesis] (Germany/Fr/UK/Canada-2004; dir. Alexander Witt)
Return of the Living Dead 4: Necropolis (US-2004; dir. Ellory Elkayem)
Revelation 22:22 (US-2004; dir. Jerry Orzel)
Rotten Shaolin Zombies (Canada-2004; short; dir. Blaine Wasylkiw)
Sars Wars: Bangkok Zombie Crisis [aka Khun krabii hiiroh] (Thailand-2004; dir. Taweewat Wantha)
Shadows of the Dead (US-2004; dir. Carl Lindbergh)
Shaun of the Dead (UK-2004; dir. Edgar Wright)
Space Zombies: 13 Months of Brain-Spinning Mayhem! (Canada-2004; dir. Regan Macaulay and Christopher Cordell)
Tele-Zombie (US-2004; dir. Lory-Michael Ringuette)
The Night They Returned (US-2004; dir. Sv Bell)
They Came Back [aka Les Revenants] (Fr-2004; dir. Robin Campillo)
Vampires vs. Zombies (US-2004; dir. Vince D’Amato)
Zombie Nation (US-2004; dir. Ulli Lommel)
Zombie Planet (US-2004; dir. George Bonilla)
Zombie Xtreme (Spain-2004; short; dir. Julián Lara)
All Souls Day: Dia de los Muertos (US-2005; dir. Jeremy Kasten)
The Ancient (US-2005; dir. Chris Downs, Kathleen Fitzgerald, Dave Jones, Richard McClure, Larry McKee, Justin Powers, Tim Sanders, Kevin Woods)
Awakening [aka Zombie Night 2] (Canada-2005; dir. David J. Francis)
Biophage (US-2005; dir. Mark A. Rapp)
Boy Eats Girl (Ireland/UK-2005; dir. Stephen Bradley)
Breakdown (US-2005; short; dir. Dave Moseley)
Bubba’s Chili Parlor (US-2005; dir. Joey Evans)
Carrier Zero: Meiosis (UK-2005; dir. Stuart Coulson and Scott Gilmour)
Catholic Ghoulgirls (US-2005; short; dir. Eamon Hardiman)
City of Rott (US-2005; dir. Frank Sudol)
Cold & Dark (UK-2005; dir. Andrew Goth)
Come Get Some More (US-2005; dir. Steve A. Grainger)
Day X (US-2005; dir. Jason Hack)
Dead Creek (US-2005; short; dir. Edward Boe)
Dead Hunter 2: Patera of the Dead (Spain-2005; dir. Julian Lara)
Dead Life (US-2005; dir. William Victor Schotten)
Dead Men Walking (US-2005; dir. Peter Mervis)
Deadscapes: Broken Road [aka Deadscapes, Episode 1: Broken Road] (US-2005; short; dir. Kristofer Velasquez)
Dead Shift (Aust-2005; short; dir. Ana Djordjevic)
Die You Zombie Bastards! (US-2005; dir. Caleb Emerson)
El Muerto (US-2005; dir. Brian Cox)
Homecoming (US-2005; Masters of Horror series; dir. Joe Dante)
House of the Dead 2: Dead Aim (US-2005; dir. Mike Hurst)
Infestation (UK-2005; dir. Ed Evers-Swindell)
Knight of the Living Dead (Iceland-2005; dir. Bjarni Gautur)
Land of the Dead [aka George Romero's Land of the Dead, Dead Reckoning] (US-2005; dir. George A. Romero)
Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the Revenge of the Terror of the Attack of the Evil, Mutant, Hellbound, Flesh-Eating Subhumanoid Zombified Living Dead, Part 3 (US-2005; dir. James Riffel)
No One Gets Out (US-2005; dir. James Tucker)
Pot Zombies (US-2005; dir. Justin Powers)
Purple Glow (Canada-2005; dir. Sv Bell)
Raiders of the Damned (US-2005; dir. Milko Davis)
Reincarnation [aka Rinne] (Japan-2005, dir. Takashi Shimizu)
Return of the Living Dead 5: Rave to the Grave (US-2005; dir. Ellory Elkayem)
Rise of the Undead (US-2005; dir. Jason Horton, Shannon Hubbell)
The Roost (US-2005; dir. Ti West)
To Kako [aka Evil] (Greece-2005; dir. Yorgos Noussias)
Sabbath (US-2005; dir. William Victor Schotten)
The Secret of Zombie Mountain (Canada-2005; short; dir. Craig Macnaughton)
Severed (US-2005; dir. Carl Bessai)
Shock-O-Rama (US-2005; dir. Brett Piper)
Snow Day, Bloody Snow Day (US-2005; short; dir. Jessica Baxter and Faye Hoerauf)
The Stink of Flesh (US-2005; dir. Scott Phillips)
Storm of the Dead (US-2005; dir. Bob Cook)
Survivors (Canada-2005; dir. Reese Eveneshen)
Swamp Zombies (US-2005; dir. Leonard Kabasinski Jr.)
Tokyo Zombie [aka Tôkyô zonbi] (Japan-2005; dir. Sakichi Satô)
Venom (US-2005; dir. Jim Gillespie)
Why Must I Be A Zombie In Love? (US-2005; short; dir. Benjamin D. Jurin)
The Wickeds (US-2005; dir. John Poague)
Z: A Zombie Musical (US-2005; dir. John McLean)
Zombie Honeymoon (US-2005; dir. Dave Gebroe)
Zombie Movie (NZ-2005; short; dir. Michael J. Asquith and Ben Stenbeck)
Zombie Planet 2: Adam’s Revenge (US-2005; dir. George Bonilla)
Zombies in My Neighborhood (US-2005; short; dir. Aaron and Larry Longstreth)
Zombiez (US-2005; dir. Zachary Winston Snygg)
After Sundown (US-2006; dir. Christopher Abram and Michael W. Brown)
Automaton Transfusion (US-2006; dir. Steven C. Miller)
Awaken the Dead (US-2006; dir. Jeff Brookshire)
The Baron Against the Demons [aka El Barón contra los Demonios] (Spain-2006; dir. Ricardo Ribelles)
Brunch of the Living Dead (US-2006; short [28 min.]; dir. Dan Dujnic)
Creatures From the Pink Lagoon (US-2006; dir. Chris Diani)
Dead and Deader (US-2006; dir. Patrick Dinhut)
The Dead Have Risen (US-2006; short; dir. Mitch Csanadi)
Dead in the Water (US-2006; dir. Marc Buhmann)
Deadlands: The Rising (US-2006; dir. Gary Ugarek)
The Dead Live (US-2006; dir. Darrin Patterson)
Dead Rising (Japan-2006; dir. Yoshinori Kawano)
Dead Summer (US-2006; dir. Eddie Benevich)
Dead Teenagers (US-2006; dir. Chris LaMartina)
Die and Let Live (US-2006; dir. Justin Channell)
Dorm of the Dead (US-2006; dir. Donald Farmer)
Dusk of the Living Dead (US-2006; dir. Joel Trujillo)
Eat Your Heart Out (US-2006; dir. James Tucker)
The Edison Death Machine (US-2006; dir. George Bonilla)
Electric Zombies (US-2006; dir. John Specht)
Fido (Canada-2006; dir. Andrew Currie)
Fields of the Living Dead (US-2006; dir. Joel Trujillo)
Forever Dead (US-2006; dir. Christine Parker)
Island of the Living Dead [aka L' isola dei morti viventi] (Italy-2006; dir. Bruno Mattei)
Last Rites [Gangs of the Dead; 48 Weeks Later] (US-2006; dir. Duane Stinnett)
Last Rites of the Dead [ZA - Zombies Anonymous] (US-2006; dir. Marc Fratto)
Mammoth (US-2006; dir. Tim Cox)
Mortuary (US-2006; dir. Tobe Hooper)
My Dead Girlfriend (Canada-2006; Brett Kelly)
Night of the Living Dead 3D (US-2006; remake; dir. Jeff Broadstreet)
No. My Other Possessed-Zombie Girlfriend (US-2006; short; dir. Timothy W. Mather)
Porn of the Dead (US-2006; dir. Rob Rotten)
Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead [aka Poultrygeist: Attack of the Chicken Zombies] (US-2006; dir. Lloyd Kaufman)
The Quick and the Undead (US-2006; dir. Gerald Nott)
Shadow: Dead Riot (US-2006; dir. Derek Wan)
Skeleton Key (US-2006; dir. John Johnson)
Slither (US-2006; dir. James Gunn)
The Slaughter (US-2006; dir. Jay Lee)
Special Dead (US-2006; dir. Thomas L. Phillips and Sean Simmons)
Stupid Teenagers Must Die! [aka Blood & Guts] (US-2006; dir. Jeff C. Smith)
Trespassers (Mexican/US-2006; dir. Ian McCrudden)
When Evil Reigns (Aust-2006; dir. Alix Jackson and Luke C. Jackson)
The Whore That Wouldn’t Die (US-2006; short; dir. Drew Brown)
Wicked Little Things [aka Zombies] (US-2006; dir. J.S. Cardone)
Zombeak (US-2006; dir. Sam Drog)
Zombie Self-Defence Force [aka Zonbi jieitai] (Japan-2006; dir. Naoyuki Tomomatsu)
The Zombie Diaries (UK-2006; dir. Kevin Gates and Michael Bartlett)
Zombies By Design (US-2006; dir. Dave Wascavage)
Zombie Town (US-2006; dir. Damon Lemay)
2 (US-2007; dir. Andy Davis)
28 Weeks Later [aka 28 semanas después] (UK/Spain-2007; dir. Juan Carlos Fresnadillo)
After (US-2007; short; dir. Andrew Kemp)
American Zombie (US-2007; dir. Grace Lee)
Apocalypse of the Flesh Eaters (US-2007; dir. Tiffany Sinclair)
Awaken the Dead (US-2007; dir. Jeff Brookshire)
Babylon Fields (US-2007; TV pilot; dir. Michael Cuesta)
Black Sheep (US-2007; dir. Jonathan King)
Buried Alive (US-2007; dir. Robert Kurtzman)
The Condor (US-2007, animation; dir. Steve E. Gordon)
Days of Darkness (US-2007; dir. Jake Kennedy)
Dead City (UK-2007; dir. James Kennedy)
Dead Moon Rising (US-2007; dir. Mark E. Poole)
Deadscapes 2 (US-2007; short; dir. Kristofer Velasquez)
The Dead Undead (US-2007; dir. Matthew R. Anderson, Edward Conna)
Diary of the Dead (US-2007; dir. George A. Romero)
Doomed (US-2007; dir. Michael Zu)
Eclipse of the Dead (US-2007; dir. Joel Trujillo)
Elsewhere [aka Utkant] (Norway-2007; short [19 min.]; dir. Patrik Syversen)
Flick (UK-2007; dir. David Howard)
Flight of the Living Dead: Outbreak on a Plane [aka Plane Dead] (US-2007; dir. Scott Thomas)
Friday the 13th: Mother’s Day (US-2007; dir. Cory Stevens)
Gallowwalker (US/UK-2007; dir. Andrew Goth)
I Am Omega (US-2007; dir. dir. Griff Furst)
Jack Brooks: Monster Slayer (Canada-2007; dir. Jon Knautz)
Joshikyôei Hanrangun [aka Undead Pool; Attack Girls Swim Team vs the Unliving Dead] (Japan-2007; dir. Kôji Kawano)
Motocross Zombies from Hell (US-2007; dir. “G.R.”)
Mutation – Annihilation (Germany-2007; dir. Timo Rose)
Necroville (US-2007; dir. Richard Griffin and Billy Garberina)
Night of the Living Dead (Canada-2007; remake; dir. Reese Eveneshen)
Night of the Living Jews (US-2007; dir. Oliver Noble)
Not Quite Dead (US-2007; dir. Stephen C. Krystek)
Otto, or Up With Dead People (Germany-2007; dir. Bruce La Bruce)
Outpost (UK-2007; dir. Steve Barker)
Planet Terror (US-2007; dir. Robert Rodriguez)
[Rec] (France-2007; dir. Jaume Balagueró and Paco Plaza)
Resident Evil: Extinction (France/Aust/Germany/UK/US-2007; dir. Russell Mulcahy)
Risen (US-2007; dir. Damon Crump)
Rising Dead (US-2007; dir. Brent Cousins)
The Signal (US-2007; dir. David Bruckner, Dan Bush, Jacob Gentry)
Skeleton Key 2 (US-2007; dir. John Johnson)
Skin Crawl (US-2007; dir. Justin Wingenfeld)
Snuffin’ Zombies (US-2007; dir. Karl Benacci)
Undead Ted (Australia-2007; short [7 min.]; dir. Daniel Knight)
Undead or Alive (US-2007; dir. Glasgow Phillips)
Undead Pool [aka Joshikyôei hanrangun] (Japan-2007; dir. Kôji Kawano)
La Vendetta del Chihuahua Killer … E Degli Zombi [aka Revenge of the Killer Chihuahua and of the Zombies] (Italy-2007; short; dir. Lucio Monocrom)
Zibahkhana [aka Hell's Ground] (Pakistan-2007; dir. Omar Khan)
Zombie Apocalypse: Quarantine (US-2007; dir. Joe Siena and Miles Roper)
Zombie Farm (US-2007; dir. B. Luciano Barsuglia)
Zombie Love (US/Netherlands-2007; short; dir. Yeke Van Berckelaer)
Zombies: The Beginning [aka Zombi: La creazione] (Italy-2007; dir. Bruno Mattei)
Zombie Wife (US-2007; short; dir. Jason M. Knuth)
Autumn (US-2008; dir. Steven Rumbelow)
Axed (Australia-2008; dir. Joshua Long)
Battle of the Bone (Ireland-2008; dir. George Clarke)
Bled White (US-[in post-production, 2008]; dir. José C. Gomez)
Blood Pigs (US-[in production, 2008?]; dir. Brian Paulin)
Bog Bodies (Ireland-2008; dir. Brendan Foley)
The Book of Zombies (US-2008; dir. Scott Kragelund)
Brain Dead (US-2008; dir. Kevin S. Tenney)
Brunch of the Living Dead (US-2006; short; dir. Dan Conover)
Un Cazador de zombis [aka Zombie Apocalypse Now!] (Argentina-2008; dir. Germán Magariños)
Colin (UK-2008; dir. Marc Price)
Dance of the Dead (US-2008; dir. Gregg Bishop)
Dead Air (US-2008; dir. Corbin Bernsen)
Dead Country (Australia-2008; dir. Andrew Merkelbach)
The Dead Matter (US-[in production, 2008]; dir. Edward Douglas)
The Dead Outside (UK-2008; dir. Kerry Anne Mullaney)
Dead Set (UK-2008; TV series; dir. Yann Demanage)
The Dead Walk (US-2008; dir. Michael Clinkenbeard)
Descendants [aka Solos] (Chile-2008; dir. Jorge Olguin)
Diary of the Dead (US-2008; dir. George A. Romero)
Don’t Wake the Dead (Germany-2008; dir. Andreas Schnaas)
Edges of Darkness (US-2008; dir. Blaine Cade and Jason Horton)
Evilution (US-2008; dir. Chris Conlee)
Flowers for the Dead (US-2008; short; dir. Joe Barbarisi)
The Ghastly Love of Johnny X (US-[in production], 2008; dir. Paul Bunnell)
G.P. 506 (South Korea-2008; dir. Su-Chang Kong)
The Happening (US/India-2008; dir. M. Night Shyamalan)
The Horde [La Horde] (France-2008; dir. Yannick Dahan and Benjamin Rosher)
House of Re-Animator (US-2008; dir. Stuart Gordon) – announced as dropped, as of March 2008
Hunting Ground [aka Terre de Chasse] (France-2008; dir. Eric Bilodeau)
Last of the Living (NZ-2008; dir. Logan McMillan)
Mutazombie (Brazil-2008; dir. Juan Marcelo Leguiza)
Morituris (Italy-2008; dir. Raffaele Picchio)
Mutant Chronicles (US-2008; dir. Simon Hunter)
Mutant Vampire Zombies from the ‘Hood (US-2008; dir. Thunder Levin)
Night of the Templar (US-2008; dir. Paul Sampson)
Nudist Camp Zombie Massacre (US-2008?; dir. Tim Davis)
Of the Living Dead (US-2008; dir. Albert W Cochran Jr)
Onechanbara (Japan-2008; dir Yohei Fukuda)
Picnic of the Living Dead (US-2008; short; dir. Isaac Nejako)
Platoon of the Dead (US-2008; dir. John Bowker)
Porto dos Mortos [aka Beyond the Grave] (Brazil-2008; dir. Davi de Oliveira Pinheiro)
Quarantine (US-2008; dir. John Erick Dowdle)
Resident Evil: Degeneration [aka Biohazard: Degeneration] (Japan-2008; dir. unknown)
RetarDEAD (US-2008; dir. Dan West, Rick Popko)
Sabbath (US-2008; dir. William Victor Schotten)
Samurai Avenger: The Blind Wolf (US-[post-production, 2008?]; dir. Kurando Mitsutake)
Stone’s War [aka War of the Dead] (US/Lithuania/Italy-2008; dir. Marko Mäkilaakso)
Terror Project Six (France-2008?; TV series; dir. various)
Trapped (US-2008; dir. Gary Ugarek)
Ultimate Weapon High School Girl: Rika (Japan-2008; dir. Kenichi Fujiwara)
Valley of the Dead (US-2008 [in production?]; dir. K. Adithya Ashok and Evan Sorlien)
The Vanguard (UK-2008; dir. Matthew Hope)
The Veil (UK-2008; dir. Richard Chance)
Virus Undead (Germany-2008; dir. Wolf Wolff)
Walking Among the Dead (Canada-2008; dir. Mickey Cardoni, Ionas von Zezschwitz)
Within the Woods (UK-2008; dir. Luke Massey)
Z13 The Zombie Within (US-2008?; dir. Voltron Jones)
Zero Dark Thirty (US-2008; dir. John Stalberg)
Zone of the Dead (Serbia-2008; dir. Milan Todorovic)
Zombababies (US-2008; short; part 1 of 8 proposed parts; dir. Justin Paul Warren)
Zombie Allegiance (US-[post-production, 2008]; dir. Tony Nunes)
Zombies of the Night (UK-2008; dir. Stuart Brennan)
Zombie Wars (US-2008; dir. David A. Prior)
Zombie Strippers! (US-2008; dir. Jay Lee)
Zombies! Zombies! Zombies! (US-2008; dir. Jason Matthew Murphy)
Zombi Kampung Pisang [lit. Zombies of Banana Village] (Malaysia-2008; dir. Mamat Khalid)
Zomthology (US-2008; dir. Elias Dancey, Robert Elkins, Chris Kiros, Gary Ugarek)
All is Lost: The Zombie Saga ([in production]; dir. Manuel Antonio Gomez)
America’s Next Top Zombie Idol (US-[in production, 2008-2009]; TV series; dir. Blair Butler)
Among the Dead (US-[post-production, 2008]; dir. Michael Adam Kraus)
Army of the Dead (US-[in development]; dir. Matthijs van Heijningen)
Astro Zombies M3: Cloned (US-[in production]; dir. Ted V. Mikels)
Black Jack (Belgium-[in production, 2009]; dir. Giordano Gederlini)
Boiled Blood (Japan-[in production, 2009]; dir. Ryuhei Kitamura)
Bollywood Zombie (Canada-[in production]; dir. Maninder Chana)
Bong of the Dead (US-[in production, 2009]; dir. Thomas Newman)
Cell (US-[in production, 2009]; dir. Eli Roth)
Chopper Zombie (US-[in development, 2009]; dir. unknown)
Cottonmouth (US-[in production]; dir. Christopher P. Garetano) — website
Dead Centre: Architecture and Apocalypse (UK-[in development], short)
Dead Moon Rising 2 (US-[in development]; dir. Mark E. Poole?)
Dead of Night [aka Dylan Dog] (US?-[in production, 2010]; Kevin Munroe;)
Dead Snow [aka Død Snø] (Norway-2009; dir. Tommy Wirkola)
Dead West (US-[in production]; dir. Adam Green)
Death Walks the Streets (US/Canada-[in production]; dir. James Zahn)
Desolation (US-[status unknown]; dir. Martin Dunn
Die-ner (US-[in post-production, 2008]; dir. Patrick Horvath)
Distortion (US-[in post-production, 2009]; dir. Richard Diaz)
Doghouse (UK-[pre-production, 2008]; dir Jake West)
Doomed to Consume (US-[in production]; dir. Jason Stephenson)
The Evil Dead (US-[announced, 2009]; dir. Sam Raimi [uncertain])
Flesh Crawl (US-[in production]; dir. Dustin Bennett and Troy Collins)
Gallowwalker (US/UK-[in post-production, 2009]; dir. Andrew Goth)
George’s Intervention (US-[in production]; dir. J.T. Seaton)
The Harvard Zombie Massacre (US-[announced]; dir. undecided]
Hazmat J and the Birth of the Apocalypse (US-[in production]; short; part 2 of 8 proposed parts; dir. Justin Paul Warren)
Hell on Earth (US-[in production]; dir. Ted A. Bohus)
Joshua Breed (UK-[in production]; dir. Phil Claydon)
Kadavermatch (Denmark-[in production]; dir. Jesper Jensen)
Plan 9 [aka P9] (US-[in development, 2009]; dir. John Johnson)
Romeo & Juliet vs The Living Dead (US-[in post-production, 2009], dir. Ryan Denmark)
Scars of Youth (US-[in production]; dir. John R. Hand) — website
War of the Dead (US-[in production]; dir. Jesse Knight)
World War Z (US-[in production]; dir. undecided)
Worst Case Scenario [aka. Woensdag Gehaktdag] (Netherlands-[in development]; dir. Richard Raaphorst)
Zombie Apocalypse (US-[in production]; dir. Ryan Thompson)
Zombie Undead (UK-[in production]; dir. Rhys Davies) — website
Xombie Re-animated (US-[in development]; dir. unknown]

Round and Around

Round and Around
By Scott Wilson
Word Count:566

Sally-Anne woke late, still dead tired after sleeping for ten hours from two in the morning until midday. Her head ached from a savage cocktail of scotch and coke, Black Russians and a handful of some sort of illicit drugs from the bowl on the coffee table at the party she attended. While she was not invited, she always seemed to end up at someone’s party every night, even if she had never met the people before. Yep, that was what everyone said; Sally-Anne, the Party Girl.

Her surroundings looked vaguely familiar; she kind of remembered dancing with a group of hip, young trendsetters on a large, marble tiled floor in the room outside of where she woke up. She pulled the sheet around her naked body and slowly stumbled from the low Futon bed into what must be the main entertainment area. Bodies in various stages of being undressed lay sprawled on the couches, floor and even tables.

Sally-Anne smiled and thought, “these people must have some money.”

The furniture all looked like the latest make and style from prestige designer retailers. No IKEA flat pack furniture for these guys. Hanging from the wall at the opposite side of the room was an enormous, flat screen television set. Sitting in front of the screen was the only, fully clothed, fully sober-looking guy in the place. He was enthralled by the movie playing; or skin flick. It didn’t look like it was any Hollywood blockbuster she had seen, or even any b-grade film. There were naked men and women going for it around a pool, some even at it like rabbits in the water.

Sally-Anne noticed that the pool was the pool outside the large, tinted glass sliding doors. Some of the people were the ones she had walked past moments ago.
The guy turned around and smiled at Sally-Anne.

“You’ll like this part,” he said.

Sally-Anne saw the guy on the couch on the screen, locked in a lover’s embrace in the swimming pool. She could see her naked buttocks pumping backwards and forwards under the water. The guy was looking up at the camera, smiling. Smiling like he was at Sally-Anne now.

“Great,” she thought to herself. “Another sexual escapade that I don’t really remember. I always wanted to have sex in the ocean, or in a pool. Now I have and I don’t even remember it.”

“I think you left your clothes by the pool,” the guy said, pointing out the sliding door to a large glass table.

Sally-Anne walked past him and rummaged through a pile of men’s and women’s clothes. She could not find her own bra, so picked an expensive white lace one the same size as hers. The camera that filmed the action in the pool swiveled around to face her as she dropped the sheet and pulled her clothes on. She gave it the bird then walked around the side of the house to avoid seeing the creep she slept with, apparently, the night before.

On the way out, she noticed a thick, brown wallet on the cobblestone path. It was loaded with fifty dollar bills, condoms and a pile of credit cards. She pocketed a few of the notes, just enough to cover the cost of a cab home, and another night out to forget what she saw on the television.

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Rock World

Rock World
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 588

A hover cycle sped across the secluded, desert plain, leaving a trail of red dust in its wake. The rider looked over his shoulder occasionally, speeding up when seeing a small black dot on the horizon. Ahead of the speeding vehicle, a large rocky outcrop jutted up from the barren desert like a child’s first tooth.

Upon reaching the perimeter of the outcrop, the rider slowed down, swung around and stopped. With the cycle safely hidden in a small crevasse, the rider began scaling the steep rock face like a spider. He stopped when reaching a small ledge that he could lay on out of sight. A soft beep emitted from a communication device on his wrist, letting him know the pursuer was within one kilometer now. Time to a showdown.
The rider flicked the safety off his Colt rifle, flicked the cap off the scope and waited. In the distance, the small black dot grew larger until the rider could hear the hum of the All Terrain Vehicle. It became a roar as it thundered closer, until within the range of the rider’s rifle. A carefully aimed, single shot took out the front driver’s side wheel. It weaved and slide out of control on the sandy surface, flipping and rolling when the driver finally lost control and swerved to get away from the rocky outcrop.

The rider took aim again, this time, waiting for the pursuer to scramble out of the wreckage. He did not expect the laser bolt from the shattered window at the rear of the vehicle. Rock and debris tumbled down on the rider from the large hole blasted in the outcrop a few feet above where he lay.

“Give it up, Braeden,” yelled a female voice from the wreckage. “We’ve got you outgunned.”

Braeden knew they did not know exactly where he was, they may have seen a flash from the muzzle of the barrel before their vehicle overturned, but if they could pinpoint where he lay, their laser sights would make him an easy target. He slide like a wounded snake backwards, lowering himself over the edge and out of their sight. He didn’t know how these bounty hunters tracked him down to this planet, but he did know he needed to relieve them of their advanced weapons. The technology of the planet he crashed on appeared to be that of early nineteenth century Earth. The only weapons he managed to acquire to date were a pair of six shooters and a rifle.

“Time to leave this party,” Braeden said softly as he slide down the steep incline until he gained a secure foothold. He felt a sharp pain in his right ankle from the heavy impact and gritted his teeth. Braeden turned around, saw he was still too far up to jump down with a twisted ankle. Time was running out, Braeden knew the bounty hunters would be making their way towards the outcrop now there had been no return fire. He leapt.

“Uh,” he groaned, landing on his both feet, rolling to lessen the impact.

He quickly clambered to his feet and ran to the hover cycle.

Another blast high above sent more rocks and debris came tumbling down, narrowly missing the hover cycle. Braeden kicked the cycle into gear and sped away from the three bounty hunters. They would not capture him today. Perhaps, being stranded in the middle of this hostile desert might even may be enough to stop them ever capturing him.

Cycle of Madness

Cycle of Madness
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 104

“Take that you stupid bastard,” Woody said.

He lowered his 30/30 lever action rifle, took a red felt tip pen out of his pocket and crossed out a photo of a cyclist in his diary.

The sound of cars screeching to a halt and people screaming in the distance could just be heard from the position Woody had bunkered down in at the top of the Milton Cemetery.

Woody flicked through the diary until he reached the next page with a photo of a cyclist glued down with a time, name and occupation scrawled beneath.

“Make me lose my driver’s license your cyclists scum,” he said, reloading his gun.

Down in the Mines

Down in the Mines
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 495

Jason hopped on the last train leaving the Roma Street station for the evening. He has a good night out with the lads from the office and was well and truly tanked up. Te thought of driving home in his BMW, did cross his mind, but he must have left his car keys in the office desk.

“Evening, Sir,” a voice behind Jason said.

Jason turned around quickly, his head felt as though it continued spinning after he stopped. He did not see anyone in the car when he chose it, just in case he had to hurl before he reached his station at Milton, so nobody would see him.

“Who’s there?”

“Got any change, Mister?”

Jason looked down to the floor where the voice emanated from. I must be drunker than I thought; he thought when he saw a thickly bearded dwarf standing just over three feet tall.

“Look mister, I ain’ got all night you know. I start work in ‘alf and hour and need change to pay for me ticket.”

Jason rubbed his eyes, then looked back at the dwarf, who was still there despite Jason believing that he should not be. Some things just shouldn’t be standing on a suburban train, and a dwarf was one of them.

“You’re a dwarf.” He said.

“Very observant, governor,” said the dwarf. “Now can you spare me some change or not?”

Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of one and two dollar coins.

“That ain’ real gold,” said the dwarf.

“It’s real currency, sir,”

“Not at the station, it ain’,” said the dwarf, turning his nose up at the handful of change. “Look, I ain’ got time for this.”

The dwarf pulled out his heavy war hammer and smacked Jason on the forehead. Jason thought he felt the train pull to a halt a hundred yards before his station. He thought he saw a new station, or one that he had never seen before, a bustle with hundreds of dwarves madly scurrying about, then fell unconscious from the blow to the head.

When he came to, he felt cold, heavy chains around his ankles and wrists. He was laying inside a primitive wooden cage on a rickety train track.
Queensland Rail didn’t make that one, he thought to himself.

The dwarf he saw on the train received a handful of gold coins, real gold coins, from an older looking dwarf.

“Right,” the elderly dwarf said to Jason. “You’ll be working for me now, son.”

The cage began to roll forward on the track, heading towards the opening of an underground mine. Jason recognized the general surroundings, like the suburb of Milton where he lived. But the mine was sitting where the real train station was.

“Should have given young, Reggie his train fare, Mister,” said the old dwarf. “He has a habit of selling you humans to pay for his ride to work.”

Reel Life

Reel Life
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 186

Boris sunk his two, pearl white teeth into the neck of the female actor lying half-naked on the satin sheets of the large brass bed. All props were dirt cheap in this remake of the classic, Dracula movie. She screamed, and the producer smiled widely. It sounded so believable that he would not need a second take.

“Cut,” the director yelled.

Boris continued gouging the beautiful, young actress’s neck, blood spraying on the sheets like a fountain and running onto the floor.

“Hey, Boris,” yelled the director. “You can stop now. The scene is pure gold, my boy.”

Boris turned around, a crimson beard running down his chin and onto his shirt. The director cringed. It looked so real, amazing what the special effects guys can do on a low budget flick like this, he thought.

The four other crew on the set thought the same, but nobody said it aloud.

“Fantastic acting, Deidre,” the director said.

Deidre did not move.

Before the crew or director could move in to check on Deidre, Boris leapt from man to man, tearing their throats with long, talon-like fingers.

Visions

Visions
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 769

Lexis shuffled down the cold, sterile hospital corridor to her private room in the west wing of the Sunnybank Private Hospital. Her eyes were still foggy from the experimental blindness treatment. Dr Faith Savage told her she should begin to see clearly in a couple of weeks. At the beginning of the week, Lexis could only see a single bright light, flooding her ocular senses like the incoming tidal wave on a beach. It wasn’t until the seventh day that Lexis began to see shapes, dark forms dancing in the light, like marionettes swinging and swaying on the strings of a puppet master.

Lexis reached her room a staggered across the open corridor to her bed, feeling another bout of vertigo. Getting used to sight after being blind from birth was not going to be easy. She reached her bed and saw dark shadow sitting on her bed.

“Who’s there?” She said, startled by the unexpected visitor.

There was no answer and the figure disappeared when she blinked. She was now in the room by herself, but the feeling of another presence in the room did not leave easily. Lexis had only ever felt objects before, so she did not know exactly what anything was supposed to look like. The feel of an object was not always consistent with how it really looked, especially to someone who had no preconceived ideas of what things were.

Lexis felt the buzzer to hail a nurse. She was scared now, she passed nobody on the way to her room, and more disturbing Lexis heard no voices. Finding the call switch only eased her tension slightly. Without a response to the buzzer, she would still be worried.

“Hello,” she yelled after no nurse came running within a few minutes. Five minutes was the longest she waited before today.

Lexis hoped up from her bed again and fumbled her way out the door and back into the hall with a hand guiding her along the wall. No movement seemed to happen up the hall, down the hall or at the nurse’s station. This struck Lexis as being strange, especially for a private hospital, she would understand it if she went public where half the wards were vacant.

Using the rail on the wall as a guide, Lexis edged her way down the long, bright corridor, looking from side to side for signs of other patients or staff. Everything around was still a blur, but the light seemed to be clearer and, somehow sharper. By the end of the corridor, she was sure that she was living in a bad rerun of the Twilight Zone or something. It just didn’t add up, everyone was gone; disappeared over night.

A noise behind Lexis startled her, and she almost tripped over as she pivoted around quickly. Down the end of the corridor, near where Lexis judged her room would be, stood two tall, dark shapes. She thought they couldn’t be nursing staff; they always wore white shirts and trousers.

“Hello,” she called.

There was no reply, but the figures did seem to hear her call. They slowly moved towards Lexis. As they came closer, Lexis thought they were hovering a few feet above the floor, rather than walking on it like a normal person would, or should.

“Who’s there?” she said.

Although the two towering figures were now only a few feet away, they were still fuzzy, lacking clearly defined outlines. Lexis realised that everything looked as though she were watching an out of focus television.

“Welcome, Lexis,” one said.

“We have been expecting you,” the other said.

“Who are you? Where are the nurses?”

“Oh, you are between time, now,” said one.

“Between time... what are you talking about?”

“When you began looking in-between things that were and were not,” one said.

“You eventually crossed over to here,” The other one said.

“What are you talking about? Where is here, it looks like the hospital to me.”

“Here, is where you were before you could see,” one said.

“But it is in the space between what you call time,” the other one said.

Lexis looked around the corridor. It looked like the hospital she woke up in, but was that the same one she was in before the operation. She could not be sure. Without sight, she did not know exactly what the hospital looked like, so she thought she could be anywhere now.

“Oh, you are anywhere,” one said.

“And nowhere,” the other one said.

A Sense Of Spell

A Sense Of Spell
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 100

Shiny Bling-Bling arrived home on Venus from another successful hunt for components listed in her spell book. She tipped her bag of human ears, noses, tongues and eyes onto her work bench. Shiny put each fresh ingredient in a labeled jar and flicked open her spell-book. Behind the large book sat and empty jar.

“Oh snazzlepots,” she said. “I forgot the fingers.”

Without these, she would not be able to cast the human touch spell. Not much of a market for the other human senses without the sensation of touch.

Shiny conjured up another wormhole and headed back to Earth.

After Midnight

After Midnight
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 469

It was well after midnight, when the dog began to whine, growl and then bark. It may have saved them. Not long after Rusty woke Jim and Trudy Livingstone, they heard a faint rustle at the back door. The door knob jiggled about like wind chime being blown by a soft summer breeze and Jim could tell someone was trying to break in.

“Get my gun,” Jim said, picking up his baseball bat as he walked down the hall towards the kitchen at the back of the house. The corridor seemed alive, with shadows dancing in the moonlight before Jim’s eyes.

By the time he reached the kitchen door, Trudy was at his side with the loaded pump action shotgun, held tightly in front of her chest. Jim put his finger to his lips as his wife was about to say something.

The door handle rattled, then the couple heard the chamber of the lock click open. Time seemed to go in slow motion, and the door handle turned slowly anti-clockwise.

Rusty, the neighbor’s German Sheppard, growled loudly, and the door knob creaked to a stop. A white flash shot across the back porch and Rusty whimpered sharply.

Jim motioned for his wife to aim the shotgun at leg height at the back door. He did not want her accidentally killing the intruder when he opened the door.

The door creaked open and a large figure in a musky smelling, black robe stood covering the entire height of the doorway. The figure held a scythe in its right hand that reflected the moonlight on the gap where the face should be. A pale, yellowy white, bony face stared at Jim and Trudy in the moonlight.

Jim and Trudy were speechless. Though Jim was ready to read the riot act to the intruder, no words would make the journey to his mouth now, apart from an incoherent, ba...baa baa.

“Good evening,” the figure said in a hollow and deeply British sounding accent. “I am Death, and we have an appointment.”

“Ba...baa...baa,” Jim stuttered.

“Which one of us?” Trudy managed to say.

“Sorry, madam,” Death said. “With your husband, Ivan Trundle.”

“Ba...baa...baa”

“Ivan Trundle?” Trudy said.

“Yes, madam. Mr. Ivan Trundle of 94 Bottlebrush Road.”

“The Trundle’s live next door,” Trudy said. “This is 92 Bottlebrush Road.”

Death would have looked embarrassed, if he has a face rather than a lifeless skull.

“Oh,” he said, turning slowly towards the yard with the dog he had just zapped with a small bolt of year remover.

“Ba...baa...baa” Jim stuttered.

“Do close your mouth dear,” Trudy said.

“I do apologies for any inconvenience,” Death said. “Third time that this has happened to me this week.”

Death turned and walked down the stairs from the porch, shaking his head as he moved towards number 94.

One Hell Of A Time

One Hell Of A Time
By Scott Wilson
Word Count:718

Toby opened his eyes, squinting from the bright yellow and red flames surrounding the cave in which he found himself. His skin stung, burning like a pig on a spit, blistering and swelling painfully. He quickly became aware of the sorrowful sound of a million moans, echoing in the vast, cavernous surroundings. Each bellowed seemed to ricochet off rough, red earthen stalactites and stalagmites like a stray bullet.

“Get up you scum!”

Toby felt a harsh sting run down his naked back. He turned and faced a towering red humanoid figure with the legs of a goat, the torso of a man and the tormented face that was the combination of a human and ram. Hanging from the creature’s tightly clenched fist was a long whip made of blood stained barbed wire and bolts.

“Get moving,” It bellowed, lifting the menacing whip high above its shoulder.

Toby scrambled to his feet, searing his palms on the hot, rocky floor of the cavern. A naked woman knocked him back to the ground as she rushed past. He felt the tearing flesh pull away from his back as the whip hit his blistered skin again. Quickly, he hoped up and joined the crowd of naked men and women of all ages, races and creeds shuffling along the sharp, rocky floor, towards the centre of the cavern.

“Hell-o, it's nice to see you all here,” A creature similar to the one that whipped Toby said, in a deep and thunderous voice. “Now, as the more perceptive of you probably realized by now, this is Hell and I am the Devil.”

“Now, you all are here for eternity. Which I hardly need to tell you is a heck of a long time. So you're all get to know each other pretty well by the end. No sorry, forgot, there is no end. Anyway, I'm going to have to split you up into groups.”

A young woman ran to the front of the group, screaming.

“Will you stop screaming, please? There will be plenty of time for that entire later, but for now, QUIET!” The Devil raised a finger and the woman’s mouth sealed shut in a fleshy gag.

“Thank you.”

The Devil opened a large parchment and looked down the list of souls for the day.
“Now, murderers, murderers... over here please... thank you. Looters and pillagers over here, thieves if you could join them and lawyers, yes you can join them to.”
Fornicators if you could step forward... Oh, bugger there are lot of you these days, isn’t there? Can I split you up into adulterers and the rest to make things a bit easy for my boys please? Male adulterers if you could just form a line in front of that small guillotine in the corner there. We can split the whisker, as you say.”
Toby looked around at the steady stream of naked men, walking against their will towards the punishment they would receive, over and over.

“Atheists... atheists? Over here please. You must be feeling a right bunch of tools about now. Oh, don’t worry; it won’t take long for the boys to make you change your mind about a few things.”

Toby tried to run. He could not move his legs and noticed that he defecated himself; the stench rose to his nose and made him vomit.

“Oh bugger it, I don’t feel up to sorting the rest of you out at the moment. What’s say we just start with a round on the rack for each of you, followed by a nice little disembowelment. Okay. Right...well...are there any questions? Yes?”

An elderly looking gentleman with a noose around his flabby neck yelled something out. Toby could not hear it and was pretty sure it wasn’t about anything like the answer it received.

“No, I'm afraid we don't have any toilets. If you'd read your Bible, you might have seen that is was damnation without relief. So, if you didn't go before you came then I’m afraid you're not going to enjoy yourself very much. But then I believe that's the idea.”

“And I'll catch you all later at the great barbeque, Bye.”

Psyc Out

Psyc Out
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 280

Bob Reece shuffled towards the surgery door, dragging his slightly deadened left leg on the paisley carpet behind him. The stroke he had ten years after becoming a psychiatrist deeply affected the way he saw his patients.

“You just think about that,” he said in a low, gruff voice, to the young woman leaving his office. “I won’t put up with that again.”

Marge, the sixty-year-old receptionist in Dr Reece’s office, looked up from the game of solitaire she played on her computer.

“Same time next week?” Marge said.

The young woman looked at Marge, wiped a tear from her eye and nodded.

Dr Reece hobbled over to the front reception desk and taped the receptionist on the shoulder.

“Make a note on her file,” he hissed in a venomous voice. “That she is non-compliant and resisting treatment. I recommend that she be taken off her benefits and forced back to work.”

Dr Reece shuffled back into his office, tossed the young woman’s file in the red tray he reserved for ‘patients with an attitude’. He moved behind his large, antique oak desk and dropped into his leather executive chair.

Although he had his stroke twenty years back, when he was only thirty-four years old, the bitterness still consumed him. He had to work to pay the bills, keep a roof over his head and food on his table. His permanent disability made him unsympathetic to anyone on compo and he did everything he could to make them loose their compo so they had to go back to work to.

Crypt Tales

Crypt Tales

By Scott Wilson

Word Count: 55

Under the blood, red moon, Samuel worked furiously against time. The shackles around his ankles were never a problem, nor were the one around his left wrist. Securing his right wrist and keeping the key safe for the morning took a great deal of concentration and careful manoeuvring. Lycanthropy was a real bitch.

The Carnival of Flowers

The Carnival of Flowers

By Scott Wilson

Word Count: 55


Bright, orange petals exploded colour into the morning sky with a jubilant fanfare, followed closely by an array of sweetly, fragrant white, yellow, and pink blooms. With the first day of spring, the flora obliged willingly with the season’s expectations of filling the gardens around Toowoomba with joy and startling backdrops.

He, who has power, has power

He, who has power, has power

By Scott Wilson

Word Count: 203

Jenny cried and sniffled uncontrollably, it was a life changing and extremely, traumatic experience for both her and her husband. Over six months ago, she ruptured the C6/C7 discs in her back, causing excruciating pain, suffering, and limiting both her ability to work and have a social life. While it changed her life in every aspect and clinical evidence, CT scans, MRI scans, and two neurosurgeon’s reports proved there were physical injuries, the psychiatrist she sought help from betrayed her over a disagreement on their first consultation. The battered ego of the psychiatrist caused him to extract revenge in the most vindictive and personal way he knew how, regardless of the evidence his accusations was blatantly false. By lodging a report stating Jenny was trying to rort the system and become “the sick person,” the psychiatrist caused the compensation board to cease paying benefits to her, leaving her without any form of income and the ability to earn a wage due to her debilitating injuries. As Peter Parker’s Uncle once said, “With great power, comes great responsibility,” there must be some justice in the world for those that abuse this power.

Good Foundations Make A Happy Home

Good Foundations Make A Happy Home
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 1043

John could not understand why nobody else could feel it. Every time he went downstairs, he dreaded it. His parents moved into the house a month ago and he already hated it. He could feel the evil oozing out of the dark, isolated space under the patio. There was only a small crawl space in the brickwork in the middle of the wall half way up and dead bang in the centre. John wished that whoever built the house just bricked the whole wall in and did not leave this scary opening to the pits of hell.

There was only one light switch in the dungeon as his friends and he called it. You had to crouch down to get through the small doorway in the laundry and then quickly maneuver down one-step and across one meter of concrete floor to the light switch, located on the beam on the ceiling. Why the builder did not put this on the wall near the door was another question John would like to ask the builders. Just what were they thinking when they made this split-level house. Three bedrooms, bathroom and toilet on the top level, then down six stairs to the lounge room, kitchen and dining room. A long stairwell down to the garage and laundry was the next level of the house, with the dungeon another step down into the ground beneath the house.
John walked down the stairs to the laundry slowly, hoping that his mother would call him back upstairs, telling him not to worry about getting her the stepladder from the dungeon. Although John’s parents didn’t call this area the dungeon, they knew John and his friends did. They actually thought it was funny and could understand why they named it the dungeon. The area was cold, damp and constructed entirely of concrete, concrete floor, pillars, foundations and stair. The only non-concrete part of the room was the wall beneath the patio. Inside this area the floor was just dirt and never used for anything at all. Cobwebs hung from wall to floor and floor to ceiling and the dirt stank of moisture.

John entered the laundry, still hopeful of a last minute reprise from going into the dungeon. He hoped that his dad would get home before he went through the small doorway and into the feared spot beneath the house. It was four o clock and the sun was just beginning to make it’s decent from the sky for the evening. His father should be home by now, but he wasn’t. So John was going to have to go in.

He stuck his head in the doorway and looked towards the daunting hole in the brick way to his right. He turned to the left and stared at the light switch on the beam on the ceiling. He could reach it by standing on his toes, but this meant he would be vulnerable and off balance for a second. John looked back to the right, stepped quickly into the dungeon, and ran to the light switch. The hum of the fluorescent light sounded like a ghost moaning to John’s overactive imagination. He stood stationary until the single tube kicked on, faintly lighting the large concrete sepulchre.

“There’s nothing there, there’s nothing there,” John kept repeating to himself softly as he looked around for the stepladder.

“No, not there,” he said, spying the small, wooden ladder leaning against the brick wall a few feet to the left of the opening in the wall.

John eyeballed the most direct route from the light switch to the stepladder against the wall. He whimpered, realising he would have to walk in front of the opening to get past it and retrieve the stepladder. No two ways about it, the path against the furtherest wall was blocked off by the old mattress and wheelbarrows.

John took five deep breaths, and then ran to the first support pole. He hide behind it for a second before peering around the corner at the brick wall. He took another five deep breaths, and then ran to the brick wall. There was no way he would touch it so he stood in front of it, building up his strength to fly past the opening.
“You can do it, you can do it.” He said softly to himself. John built himself up and took a step towards the opening.

“Johnnie...Johnnie...” a soft whisper floated across the chill in the air to John’s tingling ears.

“Just my imagination, just my imagination,” he said to himself again.

“No, I’m not,” the voice whispered to him softly. “I am right here, Johnnie.”

John put his hands over his ears and forced himself to walk across the space in front of the opening. He grabbed the wooden stepladder and swung back around. Inside the opening, John saw the faint, Smokey face of a small boy floating in the dark background. The boy smiled at John with tiny, but razor sharp teeth and big pitch black eyes. Those eyes, John thought. He had never seen anything as horrific in his life. There were no whites to the eyes and they were solid, not like the opaque face surrounding them.

“Come here, Johnnie,” The voice said in a whisper as harsh and coarse as a lifelong smoker.

John felt his strength seeping from his body, as though he sprang a leak and his very essence oozed out of his pores. He was petrified, but could not help but be drawn towards the face and the entrance to hell.

* * * *

John’s father came home half an hour later. He kissed his wife and put his brief case down next to the front door. He walked up the stairs, past the two single bedrooms and into the master bedroom, stopping briefly at the bedroom filled with John’s toys and books.

“I think we should seriously pack up the kids stuff the last owners left behind,” he shouted down the hall to his wife.
John’s mother walked up the hall and looked into her son’s bedroom, with a distant feeling of familiarity.

“I suppose you’re right, honey,” she said softly. “It’s not like we are going to have children any time soon.”

Bad Prospects

Bad Prospects
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 1135

Patrick Lawson panned another load of silt and grit in his rusted, weather beaten tray. It was the end of another fruitless day, gold prospecting the tranquil and peaceful creek on the outskirts of Gympie. While he found no gold that day, he still smiled to himself. Tonight, he would meet with Mrs Jones, the local constable’s wife for another evening of prospecting.

He packed his gear and bathed in the creek, downstream from his camp save polluting the water for drinking. Patrick pulled on his clean moleskin trousers and heavy, dark blue cotton shirt and walked towards town. By the time he reached Gympie’s main street, it was dusk and Constable Jones was already on duty, doing the rounds near the Royal Hotel.

“Quickly, come in before anyone sees you,” Elizabeth Jones said to Patrick.

Patrick scurried in the back door of the cottage, looking from side to side to make sure no one saw him. Inside, Elizabeth grabbed him by the waist and pulled his muscled torso toward her soft cotton skirt, kissing him passionately.
Patrick unbuttoned her blouse and cupped her soft, lily-white breast in his hand. If felt tender to his weather beaten hands, better than anything he handled during the day. She unbuckled his belt, harshly pushed his trousers down below his knees and began stroking him tenderly.

“Away from the window,” Elizabeth gasped, breathing deeply and panting with lusty excitement.

“I can’t wait,” Patrick said. “It’s been a week since we met.”

Elizabeth scampered to the bedroom, pulling her blouse and skirt off when she got to the brass bed and fell backwards with her legs spread invitingly at Patrick. He pulled his trousers off the rest of the way, kicking them to the side, and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked quickly to his lover.

“I wish we could run away together, Patrick.” Elizabeth said after they made love, resting contently on Patrick’s tanned and muscular chest.

“Aye, so do I.”

“Let’s do it, tomorrow.”

“I’ve nothing to keep me here, but I don’t know how we’d survive if we up’d and moved south. You’re probably to used to the luxury of a roof over your head and warm meal every night. I can’t provide that.”

“But you can provide me with all the satisfaction and love I desire. Not like this cold relationship my marriage has turned in to.”

“Aye, can’t imagine the constable being to tender in the sack.” Patrick cupped her breast gently and kissed her on the neck softly.

“Let’s go, Patrick. I can’t handle all of this sneaking around and waiting for him, to leave for long enough for us to meet.”

“If you’re sure,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “Then I’ll meet you down by the river tomorrow night. We’ll ride out of Gympie under the moonlight. By the time they start looking for you we’ll have a good day’s head start.”

“I’ll leave a note saying I’m going to stay with my sister at Bundaberg for a few weeks.”

“And if we head towards New South Wales, they’ll never find us.”

They made love again twice before Patrick had to leave and Elizabeth had to fix the bed and other disrupted furniture around the small workers’ cottage.
That night, neither of them slept well. Both excited about the prospect of being together forever, not more sneaking around or hiding their feelings towards each other. Patrick was still half-awake at daybreak when a voice boomed through his tent in a deep, authoritive voice.

“Patrick Lawson, you will come out of your tent with your hands on your head.”
Patrick slowly rose from his uncomfortable bed on the hard rocky ground and poked his head out of the tent.

“What’s this about?” he said to the five troopers standing with carbines pointed at him.

“Please come out where we can see your entire person. Slowly as it does now, we don’t want any trouble from you.”

Patrick did not recognise four of the troopers, but did know the face of the fifth, Constable Jones. He did not know if this had anything to do with last night, but did not want to give them reason to gun him down. Slowly, he left his tent and stood in his faded red, long johns before the armed men.

“What’s going on?”

“Patrick Lawson,” Constable Jones said harshly. “You are under arrest for the murder of William Baxter.”

“What, who?”

“Put your hands behind your back slowly.”

Patrick did not react immediately and received a heavy blow to the kidneys from the butt of an army carbine. He fell to the ground, winded and clutching his side. Three troopers fell on his heavily and roughly pulled his arms behind his back, forcing his face into the rocky ground with more effort than needed. The fourth trooper locked a pair of heavy manacle tightly around Patrick’s wrists, cutting into the thick leathery skin with the rough edges.

The troopers hoped off Patrick and pulled him to his feet, almost dislocating his right arm when jerking him up.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Patrick started to say.” You must have the wrong man.”

“Oh, we’ve got the right man, Mr Lawson,” Constable Jones said harshly, leading Patrick towards the five horses grazing a few feet from the tent.

* * * *

“Is this your pistol, Mr Lawson?” Sergeant Williamson said to Patrick.

The sergeant held up a battered old revolver in front of the cell Patrick sat in on a rickety iron bed. Patrick looked at it carefully and could tell the worn handle and barrel was definitely his.

“I can’t be sure,” he replied. “It looks like any old pistol to me.”

“Aren’t these your initials on the grip?”

“P.L. They look like mine. Where did you find it?”

“It was found next to the body of William Baxter last night at nine o clock behind the Royal Hotel.”

“But I wasn’t at the Royal last night.”

“Do you have anyone that can back that statement for you?”

Patrick thought deeply. He sure did have someone who could verify his story, but at what cost? He wondered what would happen if he told them that, he was shagging the constable’s wife at the time of the murder.

“No,” he said sadly. “I live in the tent the troopers found me in this morning. Unfortunately, by myself.”

“Then you have no proof of just where you were last night, do you?”

“No,” Patrick said, shaking her head in defeat. “No, I don’t.”

“Then the trial will be held in two weeks at the Gympie court house.”

Patrick hung his head low in sorrow. He could not get a message to Elizabeth and he would not implicate her in her infidelity to save himself from the gallows. It was more disgrace than she deserved.

Black Diamond

Black Diamond
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 300

Out on the street for a living at the age of fourteen, it feels like the picture has only begun. The harsh reality of life has already hit home and Sarah Diamond felt as though they had her under their thumb. The landlord of the small single room flatette she rented in the hostel, the men who paid her for her services by the half hour. Sorrow and madness filled her day, not much better than living at home with an abusive stepfather. At least she knew when and where she the abuse would come from. The one hundred dollars hardly compensated the feeling of disgust and loathing, but at least no one took it free.

Darkness fell on the city again, also seeming to fall on Sarah with heaviness in her heart she expected. She accepted her lifestyle, falling into the drug scene that accompanies her line of work without too much guilt or loathing. It no longer numbed the pain significantly. She does not ask for pity, she knows that there is nothing anyone can do. One day, she will save enough to dig her way out of this situation, or at least she hopes she will. She is not confident she will ever escape after talking with women twice her age that started the same way, thinking the same thing. By the time worked the streets of the Valley for more than a few years you knew you were never going to leave.

Apart from on Pretty Woman, there were no stories of a knight in shining armour coming to save girls like her from the streets. She was, and would always remain, a diamond in the rough.

Mr Powers

Mr. Powers
By Scott Wilson
Word Count:1542

An ad on the front page of the Courier Mail stated boldly in a full-page feature, ‘Want to be a super hero? Come try out for the latest reality TV show – My Hero.’ Splashed across the bottom half of the page were a variety of costumed characters arrayed in all the colors of the rainbow and all manner of zany outfits. According to the ad, the auditions would be held on the weekend at the distribution warehouse of Dark Idol comics between eight in the morning until five that evening. Founding editor and storywriter, Jack Idol, would be judging the auditions himself.

“Take a look at this,” Chris said to the group of nerds hanging out at his flat. “A full page, color ad. That must have cost a fortune.”

“Guy must think he’s Stan Lee, throwing that sort of money around.” Ivan, Chris’ friend with an unnaturally large red afro said in a nasally voice.

Chris’ other two friend, Charlie and Shaun, paused the Star Wars Jedi Knight game they were playing online, and looked at the ad with childlike excitement.

“We should enter,” Shaun said.

“Yeh,” replied Charlie. “Use the characters we created in Champions.”

Ivan pulled out his superhero role-play game book and took his well-worn character sheet from the page. He held it up beside his head, looked at it then looked at his three friends.

“I look just like Transistor,” he said mockingly. “Don’t I?”

The rough sketch on the piece of paper held the image of a muscle-bound superhero wearing a tight, bright blue, spandex costume with a silver T across the chest. The three friends burst out laughing at the ridiculous comparison between the hero on paper and their wiry framed friend with thick, black rimmed glasses. The absurdity of even thinking they could dress up like their heroes caused immense amusement to the four friends.

“What have we got to lose?” Shaun said. “The auditions are on next Saturday, so we won’t miss work. Don’t have to tell anyone we are going.”

“Yeh,” said Ivan. “It’ll be a blast. Dressing up as our characters will be super fun.”

Charlie threw a Spiderman figurine at Ivan, hitting him on the forehead.

“What did you do that for?”

“To bring you back to your senses. Where are we going to get costumes in three days?”

Chris opened his laptop and Goggled costume hire in Brisbane. He sifted through a dozen or so possibilities, excluding those that specialised in B&D outfits, until he narrowed it down to four that looked half descent.

“I’ll give them a call, see what we can get sorted out,” Chris said, picking up the cordless handset on his desk.

By the third phone call, Chris tracked down a costume hire shop that could supply four different superhero type outfits that could have symbols, letters or emblems Velcro’d on in a range of styles and positions.

“Okay, “Chris said cheerfully. “Let’s go check these costumes out and get ready for the auditions.”

****

First thing Saturday morning, the four friends drove along Ipswich Road, through the industrial precinct until reaching the address of the auditions. The four friends dressed in their super hero costumes, under their normal clothes. Outside the warehouse, a large crowd of costumed men, women and children gathered already.

“I thought we’d be here before the majority of other contestants,” Chris said.

“It’s cool,” Ivan said reassuringly. “I’m sure we will be just dandy. The amount of time we’ve played these characters in Champion will give us a better knowledge of the powers and characteristics than the others.”

After waiting in line for two hours, the four friends finally reached the entrance to the warehouse. Seated at a shiny, stainless steel table were Patricia Shields and Justin Smoke, two assistant editors for Dark Idol comics.

“Name and powers,” Patricia asked Ivan, who was first in line.

“Transistor,” said Iva. “I have the power over radio waves.”

Charlie was next in line.

“Speedball. I have superhuman speed and can run so fast I barely touch the ground. Water is not a problem, as I can run so fast my weight does not make me sink.”

“Next,” Justin said.

Chris stood forward and flexed his biceps, or lack thereof.

“Iron Law,” he said. “My superhuman strength is the result of an accident in a foundry. Now, my skin is as tough as iron and my strength, that of a dozen men.”
Shaun was the last of the four to enter the warehouse.

“Fire Fly. I have the power to fly and shoot fireballs from my eyes.”

“Together, we form the HAAS; Heroic Alliance of All Stars,” Shaun added.

“Oh,” replied Patricia. “A super group. We have not seen one of those today. Jack will be very excited.”

“Follow me,” said a gorgeous, red head in a tight latex bodysuit.

She lead them further into the warehouse, through a maze of passageways and corridors, all constructed in the same shiny, stainless steel that the desk outside was made of. Pale blue fluorescent lights hummed softly in behind the opaque diffusers in the ceiling.

“How much further?” Ivan asked their host.

“The secret lair is at the heart of the building. It won’t take us much longer to reach it, gentlemen.”

“She’s sure in character,” Charlie said to his friends.

“Where are the other contestants?” Ivan said, looking around the corridor.

“Each contestant has been allocated a host to evaluate their character. Once the ten are chosen, you will regroup in the arena for the final stage of the audition.”
They followed their host to a small auditorium, where she instructed each of them to sit in a stainless steel chair, which looked more like a modern electric chair than anything of comfort.

“I think I might stand,” Ivan said to the host.

“I’m sorry. You must take a seat for the interview process. They look uncomfortable but you will understand why shortly.”

Ivan reluctantly sat down, joining his three friends on the cold, hard seats in front of the host. She stood on a small platform in front of them and asked them personal questions individually. After almost an hour Ivan, Chris, Charlie, Shaun and Ivan felt like they had been interrogated by ASIO. The host left them in the room by themselves.

“Some of those questions were just weird,” Chris said.

“A bit personal to, I thought,” said Ivan. “I felt like I was being grilled for a crime I had committed.”

“I suppose it has to be very thorough for legal reasons,” Charlie said. “I mean some of the stunts and stuff we will be attempting might be pretty dangerous.”

“Yeh, I suppose.”

The host re-entered the auditorium.

“Please sit back down in your chairs,” she said. “We will now proceed to the main arena.”

When Ivan, Charlie, Chris and Shaun took their places back on the sterile chairs, the host clicked a button on what looked to be a DVD remote control. Thick, steel cufflinks shot out of the arms and legs of the solid chairs, locking the four friends into place.

“Hey, what’s this all about?” Shaun yelled.

The chairs began to vibrate, and then lift an inch of the floor, before turning around to face a doorway opening in the wall to the left.

“Let me out of here!” Ivan yelled.

The host walked down and ran her hand across Ivan’s arm.

“You’ve been selected as part of the final ten contestants. Now, you will get to meet the great Jack Idol.”

The chairs slowly moved on a track in the floor through the doorway, then into a dimly lit passage. The momentum picked up until the chairs moved at a nice even pace of twenty kilometers an hour.

“We’ve got to get out of here.” Charlie yelled over his should to Chris, who was in the set behind him.

Chris struggle and wiggled in the shackles but they did not budge.

“Look, we must almost be there.” Shaun shouted, seeing a white light approximately the same size as the door they left the auditorium through.

The chairs flowed out of the tunnel into an even larger auditorium, capable of seating over one hundred people if packed in. There were six other solid stainless steel chairs situated around the outside of the lower level. Sitting on each seat were other superhero fans, dressed up as their own hero.

“Ah, the last of my super team.” Jack Idol said in a jovial voice that echoed in the large, empty room.

“You have all passed the auditions and will participate in my quest to create real superheroes.”

“I think you can unlock these now,” Chris said, rattling the shackles on his wrists.

“Oh, I think we might keep them on for a little bit longer now, Iron Law. I am going to try and turn you into the character you wish to be.”

“What the...” Shaun yelled.

“Each of you has given me the story of how your character gained their powers. I am going to try and replicate this scenario and see if I can actually give you the powers.”

“You’re crazy,” yelled Ivan. “You’ll kill us.”

“Perhaps, Transistor. However, imagine if I don’t. You will be real heroes.”

Kiss of Death

Kiss of Death

By Scott Wilson

Word Count 198

It was only a brief encounter, like wind through the trees, it came so suddenly. But then it was gone like it had never been, if it weren’t for the unseen after effect perhaps there would be no way of knowing it really happened.

How could I have ever seen what was really happening, even though it felt like I was in a dream. She seemed like a lost heart, not a demon that would take my soul as she took me in her arms, and brought me to an end. She promised paradise as she lied upon her bed, like a fallen angel with the devil's charm. It was a night of passion and heat, unlike any I had ever experiences before, and now, would ever experience again.

I tried to stop as she held out her hand, but the fire was burning inside like a furnace of pain. We just met, but she knew what I wanted and she gave it and more, but now I must pay the price. We were strangers, passing in the night like ships at sea. How could I have known?

Rock Soldiers

Rock Soldiers
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 668

Back in the summer of '83, Ace was going off the track in a big way. He lost his wife and son in a drink driving accident, well because of a drunk driver. With the driver being a high profile lawyer and buddies with the Premier of New South Wales, he managed to get off the charge with no criminal record; no time served and not even a fine.

Ace began drinking' and driving' himself after the trial and disappointment of seeing a powerful man escape justice. Each day was bringing me closer to Hell, with the Devil in the passenger's seat of his automobile. The Devil said to him each time he started the car, “Hey Ace, let's not be silly, there's a life out there to steal.” I didn’t know this at the time, I just thoughts he wasn’t coping with life.
He was a good friend of mine and we had been in a band, The Rock Soldier, together since high school. I don’t know how I missed how stoned Ace was the night of the accident that he caused when we drove home from a gig down in Sydney. I thought he must have been coming to terms with his loss. I thought Ace was back.

It was midnight on 12 December and we were on the highway back to Brisbane after four months touring the east coast; playing at any and every pub or hotel that would book us. I was sick after eating a bad batch of Chinese takeaway, otherwise it would have been mean me driving, and the accident probably would not have happened. Ace assured me he hadn’t had a drink all week and he was sober. I smelt his breath and he seemed clean, so I felt safe with him at the wheel.

The sound of a police siren screeching like a banshee, hot on our tail woke me. I could see the flashing red and blue lights in the mirror and feel a chill in the car that was not from the AC being too high. I told Ace to pull over, but his eyes were glazed over and he did not seem to be focused on anything. They looked glazed over, as he had skulled a bottle of Jim Beam while I was asleep. I tried to grab his arm, but something stopped me. An unseen cold, bony hand grabbed my right arm and pushed it away. Nobody else was in the car, but I swear I saw someone, something, in the rear vision mirror when I looked back at the police car again. Something sort of human, but red and black, with horns like a ram and jagged teeth like a great white shark, smiling at me. When I blinked, it was gone and only the flashing lights of the patrol car were there again.

I heard Ace scream, “I am invincible.”

I didn’t see the truck we hit or remember that much else from that night. In amongst the wrecked metal, smell of leaking fuel and blood, I rolled in and out of consciousness. Ace’s neck seemed to be at a strange angle and as I could tell, he wasn’t going to be waking up any time soon.

Friends say they will stay with you right through that danger zone, but the closer you get to that fiery hole the more you realise that you will have to make it alone. I felt my right leg burn; I looked down and saw the bone protruding from just below the knee. That pain was not as bad as the pain I felt, seeing Ace’s soul painfully pulled from his corpse. Ace looked at me with terror in his eyes and there was nothing I could do.

When I think of how my life was spared from that near fatal wreck at least I know that if the Devil wants to play his card game now He is going to have to play without an Ace in his deck!

Darklands

WORD SLAW: My Legacy, S.Wilson

WORD SLAW: My Legacy, S.Wilson

Death on Strike?

Death on Strike?

By Scott Wilson

Word Count:1174

“Sod you then,” Death said to the spirit of the lawyer, holding onto his corpse, or at least he was trying to with his ghostly fingers that could not grab anything physical.

Death released his hold of the lawyer’s right leg, turned and walked away mumbling about being sick of people always saying it wasn’t their time, blah , blah blah.

“Nobody appreciates what I do,” Death grumbled. “Fine then. Let’s see if you lot can do a better job of things yourselves.”

Death kicked a cat that was hanging around the corpse of the lawyer. One of the cat’s nine lives fell out of its body and began licking its balls, not noticing that it was no longer attached to the body containing the remaining four lives.
Skulking along the street, Death continued mumbling and complaining until he was far out of earshot of the bewildered lawyer.

The lawyer finally realised he had escaped Death’s cold and bony grip, but was still laying outside of his physical body. He sat up and looked around, perplexed by his current situation. There he was, obviously completely dead, but not in Heaven or on his way down to the flaming, sulphur pits of Hell. He tried slipping back into his body. He could lie in the spot his body was but not stick to it. Inside his body’s head, he could see the aneurism that caused his dead moments ago and curiously poked it with his finger.

“Well, bugger me,” He said. “Now what do I do?”

He turned towards the fading figure of Death in the distance, leapt up and ran off down the road waving his arms and trying to attract the attention of the being he was just trying to escape.

He passed a young teenage couple lingering around the pieces of their gold Mitsubishi Lancer, wrapped around a telephone poll in the centre of the road. They looked just as confused as the lawyer, looking at their broken and bloodied bodies in the torn and jagged skeleton remains of the boy’s brand new car. They did not even notice the lawyer run past, chasing Death down the road.

“Hey, wait up,” he yelled as Death approached a crest in the hill.

Death turned around and shook his head from side to side, the bony teeth rattled like beans in a can.

“What do you want?” Death groaned in a low, monotone voice, devoid of all emotion and enthusiasm.

“Hey, what am I supposed to do now?”

“What do I care,” Death grumbled. “You were soo concerned about hanging on to your body before. Why not go back there.”

“I tried,” the lawyer said. “But I can’t get back inside. What do I do?”

“Not my problem,” Death said, turning to walk away. “I quite.”

“But, but, you’re death. You can’t quite.”

“Sure, you all hate me when I come to take you to your final destination, like you haven’t had your whole life to prepare and then act like it’s a big surprise. Do you know anyone who hasn’t died? No. So why the big fuss when I try and do my job?”

The lawyer reached out and touched Death’s thick, black hessian robe.

“Look, nobody liked me when I did my job either, but I still bloody well did it. Now you just stop feeling sorry for yourself and either put me back in my body or take me to Heaven.”

“Fuh,” Death chuckled. “You weren’t going there. Honestly, did you really think that is where I was going to take you?”

“Well, why not. I won every case I took to trial. Has to be worth something doesn’t it.”

“No, not really,” Death said, pulling out a set of shiny, gold scales from inside his robes. “Look at all the bad stuff on the other side here. Cheating on your taxes, lying, purgery, getting criminals off murder charges when you knew darn well they were guilty and being a downright unfriendly person.”

“You can’t be serious, being unfriendly? You can’t use that against me. It doesn’t say anything in the Bible about being a cheerful, laughing baboon, now does it?”

“Oh, I don’t care. I don’t make the rules, do I? I just get faxed the list at the start of the day and have to listen to you all whinge and whine while I try to finish my job on time. I am sick of hearing, I’m too young to die, I haven’t achieved everything I want to, But I just put the kettle on.”

“Look,” the lawyer said. “I’ll make a deal with you...”

“Like I haven’t heard that one before,” Death moaned.

“No, no seriously. If you put me back in my body, I’ll work for Legal Aid for the rest of my life.”

“Sorry, even if I had the slightest inclination to consider that pathetic attempt at a bribe, I don’t have the power to do anything about it. You’ll have to take that up with The Boss.”

The lawyer became furious and shook his fists in Death’s face.

“Now you look here sport. You take me to The Boss, then so I can sort this and get back to work. I’m going to be very late for an immensely important case. It’ll ruin my reputation if I’m not there for the closing session.”

Death shook his head again, wishing he had the power to send this annoying little man back to his body, just to shut him up. He was really beginning to get on Death’s nerves.

“Hey, are you the Grim Reaper?” a young boy, who had just been run over while skateboarding home from getting a bottle of milk for his mother. “Aren’t you supposed to, like come and get me or something?”

“I quite this morning,” Death said in his monotone drawl.

“Cool,” the boy said. “So can I like, go around and haunt my English teacher? Like, she says I can’t write or, like spell. I think she is full of shit, and all. What does she know?”

“You can do what you want,” Death said, looking worried about the large group of recently deceased spirits coming up the hill towards him. He sighed and thought, “Why did I stop on the top of this hill, if I’d waited until I got over the crescent they wouldn’t have seen me.”

The young boy was already half way back down the hill, running past his physical body lying under the car close to the scene of the accident the lawyer passed a few moments before. He did not seem to be the least bit worried about being dead at all.
Death sighed, wishing he hadn’t left his pale white horse, Sam, at the office this morning because it had a bit of a sniffle and didn’t feel well. He should have known that it was going to be one of those days.