If I remember correctly, I had left off with Stormfeather, so, here goes.
Hex: Evolution, all over again. I get the feeling that within your story Earth seems to merely be a broken record. I feel it's rather neutral, emotionally, but a rather welcome treat to how dark this genre can be, and I have to say, hard to pull off with this theme, but I feel you've done it.
rj: These family-centered ones always seem to get to me, especially ones like this when the family gets separated. But just a little glimpse into the lives of zombie survivors, and at such a young age. The narrator must really be a little trooper. I applaude him/her.
allmywires: And the streets ran red with blood. Vampire, I'm guessing? It almost has some kind of last stand feel to it, a situation that I've always been very fond of, but one I know is never practical and almost never works out the way one usually would want them to. What I'm wondering is, what was she and her lover hiding from?
choccoweeble: I've asked this question before; in a post-apocalyptic setting, would the last shreds of humanity go into a band of brothers state of mind, or would we revert to our darker, more carnal natures? It seems with this one you've gone the latter, but not where the narrator was concerned. Emotional and quite sad. I only hope the narrator is able to keep that promise.
Bowler1: A title swiped from dystopian to post-apocalyptic, and works well with both settings. And really rather a classic setting during times of hard survival, I must say. Sons replacing their fathers, trying to grab hold of what little power there is, when power means survival. I guess it's up to us to figure out what he did to dear old daddy, though...
TacticalLoco: Reads like a conspiracy theory, this one. But one I could see easily happening under the right circumstances. A lot of movies and games have been done in such a similar fashion.
CH: They might consider themselves lucky now, but give them just two days. That's when I start guessing that those who aren't in that cave were the truly lucky ones. Whether or not the invasion lasts won't matter. How will they find what they need to survive? Join us next time on-well, you know.
Forshaw: I never imagined Famine as female. If anything, I might have more imagined Pestilence as female, if the horsemen could be really genderized. But I have to say, I absolutely love this one. Just that little whine for ice cream in such a dark and serious situation just makes me laugh. And it humanizes the doom heralds as well, in quite a clever way.