So, I Fell in Love With A Zombie was released last week. Whoops! Which is really slack of me not to do a post then, but I had a horror couple of weeks. (Horror, get it?!?) *crickets* Anyway, I had to ask for an extension for the galley edits of Wings of Equity as well, but they are now completed and handed in.

But, yes, Zombie is out! It may not be your normal love story, but I like it. It’s a little bit of an homage to the kid in me who liked those creepy Twilight Zone episodes in a post-apocalyptic setting. But there are some funny bits as well. Hence the very 1950’s title.

I turned and ran. I knew it was useless, but the
instinctual nature of fight or flight handed down by the
cavemen came out in me. The blood was pounding in my
ears, and I could taste the copper in the back of my throat as
I struggled for breath out of exercise and fear.

She was right behind me, ready for the kill. No clumsy
shuffling for her now that she had zeroed in on me. This
might be it; the moment when there would finally be an end
to my story.

Would that be such a bad thing?

I guess deep down I thought it was, or why else would I
be running?

I was yanked back; she had grabbed onto my backpack.
I fell, tumbling head over ass, and looked up to see her
looming over me. She smiled, and a thin thread of blood ran
from her cracked lips.

She lunged down to grab me, but I rolled away. I still
wasn’t fast enough, though. She had a hold on me, grabbing
me by the right leg.

Don’t let her bite you. Don’t let her touch your skin….

Truth be told, I had no idea how the virus got
transmitted. It must have been airborne, or else Mike
wouldn’t have gotten sick, because he had never had any
contact with a zombie. But Mike hadn’t become a zombie
either, so maybe zombies were created by bite or touch or
contact with their blood? All I knew is it wouldn’t be a great
idea to have direct contact with them.

So I kicked at her, and she stumbled back.

I got to my feet and took off again. I had to try and get a
little distance between us, and then I would have to choose a
house, regardless of whether it had bodies or not inside it,
and barricade myself up.

As I rounded the corner, all hopes were dashed.

A group of zombies were shuffling in my direction.

This is it.

There was no way I could get out of this one. I was lucky
I had survived this long, really.

Five of them were after me now. It was mere seconds
before one of them raced around me and shoved me back
into the arms of those behind me. I fell to the road again,
and they started pawing at me. Above their moans I could
hear my screams. I wasn’t going to go out silently.

I was still trying to protect myself from their attack
when one of them went flying back in the air. The other
zombies looked around in surprise, slack-jawed. It was
almost amusing until one of their heads burst off their neck
and landed at my feet in a shower of blood. The remaining
zombies left me alone to face down whatever it was that was
attacking them. I scrambled away, accidentally kicking the
decapitated head. It went rolling for a few feet, its tongue
obscenely flapping out of its mouth.

It was a war zone. I couldn’t help but watch with some
interest; if there had been innocent human victims involved,
I would have looked away, but I had no sympathy for those
who had just tried to kill me.

I gaped: it was another zombie that had come to my
rescue. Once again, I was expecting something from the
movies: maybe a zombie slayer, or a self-made vigilante
fighter. But no, it was a zombie. He was a bloody blur as he
ripped through the other zombies, tearing them apart as
they tried to get at him with little success. Already sickened
by the head that had almost landed in my lap, I had to turn
and vomit when I saw an arm ripped off one of the zombies
and used to beat their own skull open.

When I looked up again, it was all over. One lone zombie
stood amongst strewn body parts, panting heavily. He
dropped the arm he was holding and groaned.

Had he done this so he could have the pleasure of
killing me all to himself? That would have to be the most
psychopathic zombie in existence. Lucky me to have strayed
across his path.

He groaned again, and turned slightly so he could look
at me directly. He was covered in so much blood that I
couldn’t even tell what color his clothes had been originally.
His groaning continued, but this time it sounded like a
word.

A very familiar word.

“Jaaaaaaayyyyy…”

My sweat turned so cold I thought my body would
shatter, as if it had been exposed to liquid nitrogen. I got to
my feet, shakily, and tried to look past the blood, and at the
zombie’s features.

“Jaaaaaayyyy…”

It couldn’t be. No, this was wrong. On every level.

Yet it was him.

You can buy I Fell In Love With A Zombie here!

On Monday I may be posting a little fun something. Stay tuned!