When there were still people around to talk to, I would introduce myself as a drinker with a writing problem. It sounded witty at the time, and certainly got a smile once in a while from the ladies. None of that matters now. There are no people left to read my books, and nobody left to listen to my attempts at wit. Now it's just me, sitting in my house on the hill, watching the undead rampage through what we humans once called our world. I sometimes wonder why I still live when those much younger, stronger, smarter and fitter than me perished. Maybe it's just dumb luck. But maybe I am being left alive for a purpose. Nobody may have cared much for my novel, but maybe this is what I was meant to write. Maybe this is what I was meant to be. The chronicler of the undead. This is my story.

    He is also the only survivor in his hometown, Rockville, of the zombie apocalypse. With the streets overrun by undead residents, Peter has taken refuge on the town's water tower. Safe from the hungry zombies, he passes time playing video games and eating junkfood. But as the familiar citizens become more fixated on young Peter, he finds he will have to make a choice that could change his life for better or worse. The Pied Piper of the Undead is 16,000+ words.This work is for mature readers and contains adult content and language.