Be the story slapstick/campy zombies or the most gruesome of undead apocalypses, zombies are just plain FUN. Think about it. No more mortgage, no more credit card debt. Say farewell to PTA meetings and rush hour gridlock on the way to the day job (which you hate, anyway). Annoying neighbors? Pfft! Gone. Every ill of civilization and your life is wiped clean by the zombie horde.
The best part?
Survival doesn’t belong to the richest, the most beautiful, or the strongest. Living through the apocalypse and in its aftermath narrows down to how clever you are. Sure, being in shape doesn’t hurt. You do have to be physically fit to run from zombies and repeatedly crunching skulls under your weapon of choice won’t be easy, either. Quite the workout. But you need to be smart, too. You have to be clever enough to predict and avoid dangers like concentrated groups of people fighting each other for supplies or an avenue of escape. You also need the wits to acquire necessary resources as well as learning basic survival skills like how to find and purify water. Strength will carry you only so far. Then, if the undead haven’t munched your brains, you’re sure going to stretch the limits of your resourcefulness and adaptability.
Zombie fiction puts you smack in the center of that. The draw of zombie fic is as much about imagining what you would do if the undead were shambling to your door as it is reading about how the heroes survive. How would you find food? Where would you take shelter? What would you do to defend that shelter?
In Half a Million Dead Cannibals, Riley stumbles into the outer perimeter of a rival survivor group. He is sorely tempted to linger and explore. He has seen a small part of the defenses these other survivors have erected to herd zombies away and he wants to learn more because every tip and technique could help he and Graham survive longer.
What would you do? Take the risk of sticking close to hostile survivors to discover their fortifications secrets? Or flee while you still can?
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Strangers, Riley and Graham sheltered together in a basement storage unit when the zombie outbreak slammed into the world three months ago. They lived through the first blast of the plague, but they may not last much longer among survivors scrambling for dwindling resources. They agree to hike from the city and to the safety of the mountains. They didn’t count on the storm they hoped would cover their exit developing into a Nor’easter, though, and they sure didn’t think their visibility would shrink so badly that they’d hike into the leading edge of a zombie swarm, either. In the chaos of escaping the ravenous horde, they are separated, with Graham racing toward feral dog packs to the east and Riley sprinting to hostile survivors hunting them to the west.
Nobody said finding and keeping a quality guy (alive) during the apocalypse would be easy
Author bio & links:
Kari Gregg lives in the mountains of Wild and Wonderful West Virginia with her Wonderful husband and three very Wild children. When Kari’s not writing, she enjoys reading, coffee, zombie flicks, coffee, naked mud-wrestling (not really), and . . . coffee!