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16 POST-APOCALYPTIC HORROR STORIES One day the world as we know it will end. Will it become a place of stark divisions where the lower class's best hope is a quick death, or a world infested with the undead? Maybe the end will come quietly at our own hands, or as a crack in the Earth's very surface, or at the hand of an alien race hell-bent on our destruction? Will a hero be there to save us or will they be the end of us? Do you really want to know? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - EXCERPTS: "There were bodies but they weren't bodies anymore. It's like he had rearranged their atoms, blended and melted them together. It was around seven or eight feet tall. Flesh, melted and fused, arms and legs and screaming mouths and wide open eyes, all as one. Skin stretched and distorted, veins and intestines interwoven across the surface like twine over a ball. It was the enemy. It was a horror of meat and tissue. And then one of the eyes blinked and all I remember was rushing for the exit, falling to my knees outside, retching into the dirt, gasping for air." -Men of Tomorrow, Jack Lothian "But you don't really know what I am talking about, do you? Well, if you had asked Beth, she probably would have regaled you with all the details, beginning to end. 'Cause she followed it, you know? She didn't work, choosing to stay home with Biya till she started first grade. So Beth followed it night and day while it was happening until-- Well. She followed it. I wish I had followed it. I keep going over it in my head now, wondering if I had taken it more seriously at the beginning, if I had seen how quickly it was becoming scary, how I might have decided to get my family out of the city. I heard some people did that. I heard a lot of people say they were going as far as Canada." -To Market, To Market, J.C. Raye "His hand wrapped around my ankle, and he yanked me backward. I dug my fingern