Teaser: Dunne Brothers #WinterofZombie

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Tales of

The Nothing Man


Tale 1

The Lady

Michael killed himself two days ago. We lost Elliot a few weeks before that. Without his brother, I guess he figured it was all too hard, so he simply gave up. Too much pain, too much misery. I found him dangling after he threw in the towel and hung himself in the barn. I know it must have been hard for him to do, to leave me. I don’t blame him and I try not to hate him, but it is a bitter painful pill to swallow. After all, he was the man, I am the woman. Instinct drives a man to protect. Turbulent, crashing emotions threaten to drown me. Though, somehow, with feelings of pity and mercy, I hope to forgive him.

Elliot would be super pissed at him. All the effort he’d gone through to save us all…

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Teaser: Scott Lefebvre #WinterofZombie

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The Middle Of Nowhere by Scott Lefebvre

     Sean narrowed his eyes into what was almost a squint as the high thin clouds scuttled away from under the sun making the glare from the sun even brighter than it had been a moment before.   He was wearing cheap black plastic sunglasses over his prescription glasses mended at the corner with a bent and twisted staple where a tiny screw used to be.   The sunglasses were a luxury in these times when the world required one’s constant attention if one wanted to live until the sun went down.   Darkening one’s visual perspective with darkened lenses was dangerous, but the headache caused by eye stain from constantly squinting at the glare of the sun as it reflects off of the road and the flickering of the overgrown fields laid out as far as the horizon to either side of the road, as…

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Teaser: Edward P. Cardillo #WinterofZombie

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The Creeping Dead: A Zombie Novel

Edward P. Cardillo

August 21

“This is Mark Altman here on the Jersey Shore, in the small resort town of Smuggler’s Bay, in the midst of two strong weather fronts culminating in what is becoming Superstorm Rodney.”

The cameraman followed him up a wooden ramp. As the camera jostled around a bit, Mark Altman’s hat blew off his head, and his raincoat and hair flapped madly in the wind.

“As you can see, we are now up on the Smuggler’s Bay boardwalk, and—right behind me (the camera pans and zooms past Mark’s shoulder)—you can see the surf encroaching up the beach, practically to the boardwalk.”

The sky was a dark gray, and the clouds raced by as if something chased them. The ocean surged up the beach, the sand no longer visible under the churning surf.

“Pretty soon the water will be washing up…

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Teaser: Greg P Ferrell #WinterofZombie

Ferrell’s snippet from his novel is awesome.

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Hope looked out into the raining darkness and was amazed by how completely dark it really was.  Except when lightning flashed, there was almost a feeling that the world completely vanished a mere two feet from the edge of the tower wall.

“Man, I didn’t think it would be this bad out here tonight,” Hope said to her watch partner Rico.

“I don’t know how you talked me into this,” said Rico.  “I need my head examined being out here with you.  If the rain and wind don’t do me in, your dad is going to throw me to the slabs if he was as mad as you said he was.”

“Don’t worry about my dad.  He likes to talk tough, but he won’t do anything to you.  I’m 18, and he’s got to let me grow up eventually, whether he wants to admit it or not.  Besides, it’s not…

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Teaser: Mike Evans #WinterofZombie

Awesome snippet from book. Evans rocks it!

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Zombie and Chainsaws Teaser

By Mike Evans

Matt didn’t answer he just laughed as he walked away. Bill started to walk up the hill a little when a branch snapped. Bill screamed and shined his flashlight around. He didn’t see anything. When he heard the noise a second time he aimed the light and two black eyes stared back at him. He wasn’t sure what it was eating, but there was a possum sitting in the grass its head the only thing sticking up from the space. Bill clutched at his heart rubbing it. He said, “You are one lucky little bastard that I don’t have my piece on me or I’d blow your damn head off.”

A second crack went off and he laughed as he said, “Oh I ain’t getting scared all damn night long. If it’s another damn possum I’m going to get me some rebar out…

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Teaser: Jay Wilburn #WinterofZombie

#jaywilburnisawesome Nuff said.

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The Dead Song Legend Dodecology

Book 2: February from Vicksburg to Cherokee excerpt

by Jay Wilburn

They scrambled out from under the remains of the shack and ran through the gap created by the dead chasing them over the top where they used to be. Satch was carrying his sister trying to hold her throat, but he still nearly outran Tiny. Blood dripped into the pine straw behind them and Tiny heard the dead following.

“How far, Satch?”

“Down by the river. Keep going.”

As they crossed the road, a zombie with green smeared in its beard whirled on them. Satch ducked away and Tiny stabbed into its head. Brackish water gurgled out of the wound and the grimy creature collapsed to the road.

Another dove teeth first at Satch’s leg and he had no free hand. Tiny stabbed into the forehead and stopped the undead attack short. He ran…

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Teaser: Shawn Chesser #WinterofZombie

I simply need to get this book. Nuff said.

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Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse


Shawn Chesser


The man shifted his gaze from the thin band of blue sky up ahead to the rearview mirror, where he saw nothing but angry clouds and darkened countryside. Seemingly following him on the same northwesterly tack, the pewter smudge was depositing big heavy flakes on the rolling hills and abandoned farmhouses and rust-streaked silos whipping by on both sides of the winding State Route.

Thinking ahead, just after traces of the first snowfall of the season began to stick, the driver had stopped on a zombie-free stretch of road a few miles back and engaged the four-wheel-drive. Now, negotiating the snow-dusted rollercoaster-like two-lane cutting between Wyoming to the east and Utah to the west, all the driver had to concentrate on as he approached his destination were the clusters of walking dead making yet another slow motion sojourn north. As he…

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Teaser: Phillip Tomasso #WinterofZombie

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    Char and Tony stood across from each other, hidden behind trees. They were still several yards from what they had come to consider as the enemy’s camp. They’d made sure there was no movement for nearly an hour before moving this close.

“Two on watch?” Tony said.

The moonlight helped. The bright orb sat in a cloudless sky. With no street or city lights to interfere, the stars finally had a chance to illuminate the heavens. The billions of stars resembled a blanket of light, were milky, and still, and silent against a Catalina blue sky. “One ahead of the trailer. The other is just behind where the others are asleep.”

“I was worried they’d unhitched the horses. Animals are not going to be well rested having been tethered together like that all night. Idiots,” he said, “that’s not going to help us much. We want to hightail it…

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Guest Post: Sami Sands #WinterofZombie

Sami Sands shares a short story. Vacation. Zombies. YES!

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Haitian Holiday

A short story by Samie Sands

My mind…I’m sure my mind used to work a little better than this. Very occasionally I’ll get flashes of what’s going on around me. These moments are always very brief and painful – not enough for me to make sense of the world.

My arms. They hurt. My legs ache. My entire body feels like it’s been under a massively heavy weight for a very long time. Every time I’m aware, I’m doing something physically challenging – pushing, pulling, lifting. Too much for my small, frail body, but I can’t stop. It’s as if something is compelling me.

A face. A large face looms in front of me, sending an irrational jolt of fear through me – the first emotion I’ve felt in a very long time. Something inside of me is screaming ‘it’s him!’ He looks sick – I don’t know…

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Guest Post: Rebecca Besser #WinterofZombie

What would you rather me, a zombie or a survivor?

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Survivor Dangers

By Rebecca Besser

By default most people think that the biggest threat during a Z-poc would be zombies. At first, that might be true. At first it will be the zombies, then it will be basic human stupidity in dealing the zombies, then it will be those stupid people turning into zombies, and if you survive all that… What’s next? Survival.

Survival in and of itself has a lot of dangers. Have you tried to live and sustain your life (and your family’s) without a decent shelter for more than a weekend camping trip? Can you even function without electricity and running water for more than a week? Or prepackaged food for more than a couple of days?

Most of you are probably sitting there thinking: “Pfft! Yeah, I’m tough!”

But what if the world went to shit in the dead of winter and you had no heat…

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