My writing style tends to have the most difficulty with endings. I always like to go out with a bang and finish off with something pithy or intriguing. Coming up with curiosity-creating lines is extremely difficult though.

I'll claim the next chapter for the Medias saga under Canto. Looks like it's died and we should get it started back up.

WBScott, your mission:

You must defend the sole remaining skyscraper in some forgotten metropolis. The zombies you are up against are at a chimpanzee level of intelligence though they are unarmed.

Rescue is on its way, in 3 days.

Finish line in a novel takes utmost precedence! Kick some ****!

I'm quite content to wait if I get to read said novel once it's published.

Jackson and Angelika are feeling unloved WWB :P

So I like the line about the yacht...as that's what I assigned his fortress to be. Completely coincidental I assure you.

This was pretty sweet. I like the way you show that the character's mind is barely hanging onto the edge of sanity, and only barely hanging on with the knowledge and safety of a last bullet for himself. Well done.

Cheeseliker, if you'd like to be the Hordeman, I can be the Place Guy. By all means.

For you though, you get to defend a yacht that's very low on power in the middle of the Mediterranean. There is no way to communicate in any way to the outside world.

Your swarm: bloated and undead that swarmed the ship from the depths of Davie Jones' Locker, armed with swords and small axes. Intelligence level is minimal but there are a lot of them. Good luck.

Nice try but this isn't World War Z. Can't hide in outer space until the infection burns itself out.

Though if you had to defend AGAINST zombies while on a space shuttle, that could be interesting.

Haha if you like, you can double up.

Nashvillebecker, your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to survive for three days in a:

Looted and burned out warehouse in the New York dockyard area. The zombie horde attacking your stronghold is made up of newly risen corpses, so they maintain the natural strength of their bodies. They have middling intelligence and thus work together to attack their prey.

Good luck.

My latest is up.