Candace Gleave

The contrast of blood against her white uniform stood out, even in the dim lighting. Standing upright, crimson strands from her chin to the dead patient's neck dripped onto her stained-soaked clothes, blending in... -Big Game Hunting: A Zombie Short Story

Zombies.... it's in the blood.

It occurred to me, Candace, that my love of zombies would unavoidably bring interesting things to my life. Undead things. Half eaten things. Things with missing faces and torn, severed ligaments. With such a morbid fancy, it's of no wonder why the goose egg of horror fiction has landed at my feet and I sit upon it most merrily.

Indeed.