Art through the centuries proves each generation has seen themselves apocalyptically, although great differences of the actual end are illustrated.
Raymond Bechard looks back to try to discover when and why we lost all hope—and how we can press the ‘reset’ button without annihilating ourselves in the process.
Helen Wing’s poem is bleak, but probably accurate.
Budgeting my money for the summer, I left my job of fourteen years to embark on a journey into what the downfall of society might be like.
I write about apocalyptic situations, so why not be ready for them as well? In the process, I learn I really can rely on myself.
Would zombies still be scary if they didn’t eat people?
Mike Sliwa believes the story we tell ourselves about ourselves is a story worth forgetting.
If we invent a machine with a personality and desires, does it deserve freedom?
If the world had ended this year, it might have gone something like this.
What if we woke up this morning and everyone saw the world differently?
You ever wonder why we keep on predicting apocalypses even though they never come true?
Is it really the end?
Boys toeing candied heads / beneath their boots, / rolling them back one step on the macadam / and then forward. Back two steps / and then forward. You grinning Apocalypse, / all this is yours
Scientists give this Promethean concept to mechanical citizens of the world. What could go wrong?
Whatever ills you see in society, or perhaps your self, can be personified in zombies.
Having a chat about who is and who isn’t a credible threat for … well, anybody in mainstream comics.