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Marcus hadn't meant to become a corporate zombie. It happened gradually, like rust. Each morning at 7:45, he'd catch the same train, sit in the same carriage, stare at the same ads...
Margaret stood in the kitchen, pressing spinach between paper towels until her hands stained green. David used to hate when she served spinach wilted, insisted on raw salads even i...
The hat was hers—a navy fedora with a silk band, smelling of lavender and the particular cigarettes she smoked only when she was writing something difficult. Six months after the f...
Margaret sat at the edge of the hotel pool, legs submerged in water that had turned the color of weak tea by late afternoon. The conference badge around her neck read SENIOR DIRECT...
The ceiling stain had grown overnight. Another inch of brown blooming across the plaster, like a bruise that refused to heal. Elena stared up at it from her couch, her iphone face-...
The alarm blared at 4:30 AM, as it had for seven years. Sarah dragged herself from bed, another zombie in the army of suits and coffee cups that flooded the subway at dawn. Her acc...
Sarah hadn't felt real since Thomas left. Three months of moving through her life like something undead — a zombie with a 401k and a downtown apartment. She'd sit at her desk check...
Maya found the first bottle on her kitchen counter—neon orange capsules labeled "VITALITY BLEND - Transform Your Life from Within." The timing couldn't have been more suspicious. J...
Marcus had been a cable technician for seventeen years, and some days he felt like part of him had died somewhere around year twelve. The zombie metaphor wasn't original, but it fi...
Megan stood before her bathroom mirror at 3 AM, watching clumps of her dark hair swirl down the drain. She'd expected this—the oncologist had warned her—but nothing prepared her fo...
The pool at the Coral Springs Marriott reflected the ugly fluorescence of the banquet hall, rippling with the clumsy dives of drunken sales executives from regional. Mara sat at ta...
The pool at the Sundial Resort was empty except for Elena, who was running laps in the twilight. Her movements were precise, methodical — the same way she'd moved through their mar...