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Betrayed by his best friend and left to die at the hands of zombies, Nick Steiner has a vendetta to settle: if he can stay alive.
Being shot by Marcus Gray has given Nick sufficient reason to want revenge; for that alone Marcus deserves to die. Yet Marcus didn’t just shoot Nick: he stole Nick’s woman as well.
Nick has vowed to kill everyone and everything in his way until he gets his girl back and makes Marcus pay.
NOTE: This novel contains depictions of extreme violence, adult language, sexual references and situations, and other miscellaneous terms that may be racial and ethnically derogatory. If you are easily offended it is advised you think twice before purchasing it. The author wants to make it known that any offensive language and situations that are contained within have been put there solely in the interest of story-telling.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I love zombie stuff and the genre is very successful.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I looked at some movies where the existing character relationships were awesome, so I used that basis to create mine and then added zombies.
I exited the warehouse. The scene that greeted me was the usual slaughter. I say it that way because you could hardly go anywhere anymore where there weren’t bodies or parts of bodies lying around. So the slaughter here was nothing extravagant or worse than what I was accustomed to.
This time, luck was on the side of my group. The bodies were mostly that of the zombies we had just encountered, and I didn’t notice or hear any zombies in the immediate area. I immediately saw that one new guy had been killed. He looked like he’d been a computer programmer prior to the apocalypse: thin, tall, glasses, crew-cut. Maybe he’d been an accountant. I couldn’t recall his name.
He was now sprawled out in the dirt. His guts were all torn out and strewn around him. Someone had bashed his head in, perhaps to put him out of his misery, but more likely to keep him from coming back as a zombie. The creature that had likely killed him was heaped right next to him. It was a woman-zombie. She’d been a redhead, and had recently turned. Her flesh hadn’t yet rotted away. Except for the dead eyes, she actually looked very pretty in her black and white dress. The bottom half was white, the top was black. Her breasts now hung out of the top, which had slid down nearly to her belly-button. Once upon a time, I was willing to bet she’d been a knockout.
Were it not the zombie apocalypse, had I stumbled upon this programmer and this redhead laying side by side like this (though presumably clothed and covered up decently) I could have easily seen them as a loving couple, maybe spread out on a beach blanket together. Yet, it was the zombie apocalypse. So now they were both just fucking dead, one the victim of the other, and the scene was grotesque.
“Wow, look at the tits on that fucking whore!” Marcus exclaimed as he spotted the dead duo. “Fuck! Why do the hot chicks have to turn into shamblers? It’s fucking bullshit!” he cursed with genuine anger and slammed his bat into the knee of the woman-zombie. He nearly split her leg in half.
“You have a better chance getting a crack at undead pussy than the real, live thing,” a woman’s voice piped up from nearby. A round of hearty laughter from our surviving companions followed the joke.
Marcus turned to face the woman who’d made the joke at his expense. “Don’t get jealous, baby,” he said. “There’s plenty of me to go around.”
The woman snorted as she brushed her dark hair away from her face. If I remembered right, her name was Olivia, though I had only met her a few days ago. “Too bad I’m celibate,” she told him plainly. She clearly had zero interest in Marcus, though for the life of me I couldn’t see why she wasn’t turned on by his rude, callous, dick-headed, arrogant, and priggish manners. Oh, and his violent and sometimes unpredictable temper. He had all of the qualities a beautiful young woman could want in a mate. I should point out my tendency towards sarcasm now in case that slipped by.
“All nine inches of me are here if you change your mind,” Marcus shrugged and pointed to his junk.
“More like your inch and a half,” the brunette quipped.
“So what’s the damage?” I broke up the back-and-forth chatter between them as I surveyed the area. I didn’t feel like hearing about Marcus’ junk and I genuinely wanted to know where we stood.
“Well, we’re critically low on ammo, I can tell you that much. We also need to repair the perimeter fence,” the woman whose name I thought was Olivia stated, “I heard that the shamblers broke through on the Southwest side.”
“Is anyone working on that?” I asked with urgency.
“Yes, but it’s going to take time.”
She tapped her fingers to her pouty, red lips and answered, “maybe a few hours.”
Fuck. That was bad news. It would be dark in a few hours. The zombies always got more active at night. For whatever reason, they developed a more incessant hankering for flesh around sunset. I likened it to myself having a snack before bedtime. We had to get that fence repaired or it would be a major problem.
“We have enough wire and materials to reinforce it, though,” the Olivia woman continued, “and everyone who’s able to work is now helping with it. The only shamblers we’ve seen, other than that group that surprised us, are stragglers. The guards shouldn’t have any trouble keeping the area secure for now.”
“That’s encouraging,” I replied, “and what of our recent scavenging raid?”
Olivia turned and looked over her right shoulder. “HEY MARTIN!” She shouted. “GET OVER HERE!” With a wave of her hand, she summoned to a plump, middle-aged man in a Hawaiian shirt and khakis. He held a clipboard and pen and was presently taking some notes, presumably regarding who had died.
Martin looked up from his clipboard upon hearing his name. He pushed his square-rimmed glasses further up his nose then started to walk over to us.
“Martin has been responsible for jotting down the tally of goods,” Olivia turned and informed me, “at least for today, until we had this little mishap.”
I nodded: every morning we rotated camp duties to a different individual. We did that based on a group consensus. It ensured that no one person could act like a dictator. It also helped us to develop a variety of skills that we knew we’d need for our survival and for rebuilding the community going forward. The only drawback to our system was that it sometimes became confusing to figure out who was in charge of what: especially when people frequently died.
Martin sheepishly strolled over to us. He cleared his throat then politely nodded to me and Olivia in turn. He then nervously stuttered, “hi there, Becky, what is it you…ahem…you need?”
Okay, so maybe Olivia’s name was Becky. Whatever. I didn’t put much stake in learning the names of people who I thought would be dead by the end of the week.
About the Author:
Andrew Cormier was born in Lowell, Massachusetts. He was raised in Falmouth, Massachusetts (on Cape Cod) until the age of six. He lived in Massachusetts for approximately seventeen years before he moved to New Hampshire in 2006. His works of fiction include: Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse (horror/action), The Great Deceiver (speculative fiction/darkfantasy), The Winds of Change (epic fantasy), What Tomorrow Brings (epic fantasy), The Ultimate Revenge (short story: dystopian), Piece of Mind (thriller/suspense), Edge of the Abyss (dark songs and poems), and The Informed Buyers (horror)
He began reading at an accelerated level at an early age. Around the time he was nine or ten, he was reading such books as Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities, Oliver Twist, or Jack London’s Call of the Wild. He has been an avid reader and writer throughout his life. His works include three novels, over 100 songs/poems (many of which are available in his collection entitled Edge of the Abyss), and a number of short stories such as Piece of Mind and The Ultimate Revenge.
His first novel was completed as a sophomore in high school. It totaled 96 pages and was a Sci-Fi piece. He lost that manuscript due to a computer failure (and now routinely backs up all work).
His favorite authors include R.A. Salvatore, Robert Jordan (RIP), and George R.R. Martin.
In his free time, Andrew Cormier is an avid musician with over thirteen years of guitar experience, a video gamer, and also enjoys a variety of other activities. He likes to go camping, enjoys the outdoors, likes to walk, loves steak and lobster, and he is a graphic designer. He graduated in 2013, summa cum laude, with a BA in Graphic Design and Media Arts from Southern NH University.
He recently started a writing blog. Feel free to visit it and post comments or like it. He welcomes and encourages all fan feedback and discussions. He despises all the hashtags from Twitter, but uses it as a useful marketing tool anyway. For events and updates please go to his official site: author.andrewcormiergraphics.com and register for his blog.
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