October 29th I buried Della this morning. I knew they'd find out, Hell, they probably knew immediately in that slow purposeful way that things come to them. I can hear them out there ripping and tearing... They know. Yeah, they know, I know it as well as I know my name, Geo, Georgie, Mother used to say. I... I get so goddamned distracted.... It's working at me... Bastards! If they could have only left Della alone I could have.... But it's no good crying about it or wishing I had done this thing or that thing. I didn't. I didn't and I can't go back and undo any of this, let alone the parts I did. In August when the sun was so hot and the birds suddenly disappeared, and Della came around for what was nearly the last time I hadn't known a thing about this. Nothing. It's late fall now and I know too much. Enough to wish it were August once again and I was living in ignorant bliss once more... The Title story Zombie Fall and six more Zombie short stories, plus an extended free preview of ATD Begins The End!