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Hi all. I know you are waiting for The Dead War Book 3: War and I promise it's coming. Until then two short stories will be released. The first is The Man In The Hat a short story based on a piece of flash fiction titled BELOVED that I wrote last month. You may remember it:
Grover looked on as the naked female zombie gnawed on the leg bone of her latest victim. Blood covered her entire body. Well what was left of it any way. Her abdomen had been ripped out and her entrails lay on the floor before her. One of her eyes had been torn out and her lips had been chewed off.
Grover sat quietly in the corner as the zombie soon realized that there was no more to eat. She looked over at Grover. She shrieked and lunged at him.
The chain around her neck yanked her back to the floor. Grover had long ago chained her there. She reached out towards him moaning softly.
Grover smiled. “ Still hungry beloved?”
The zombie moaned loudly and began yanking on the chain.
Grover stood up and put on the poor boy style hat he had been holding in his hands.“ I’ll go get you something else to eat.”
The zombie calmed down and sat as if it were a dog.
Grover looked at her lovingly. “ Till death do us part.”
He turned from her as tears rolled down her face. He started toward the door to getmore “food” for his beloved. THE END
So now I would like to introduce a new Dead War Series Short Story based on BELOVED, The man in the hat. The living dead are not the only monsters out there. 99 cents.
The bites hurt like hell.
Brandon sobbed heavily as blood poured from the three bites on his left arm as he lay with his back up against the wall.
Brandon screamed loudly as he kicked away the dead corpse near his feet. He had bashed the damn things head in with a baseball bat. Sadly he had been bitten before he could get the infected woman off of him.
Brandon screamed out even louder as a black ooze began to flow from his wounds. He could feel his body beginning to convulse. He was becoming one of those things. He was becoming one of the walking dead.
Brandon's whole life began to flash before his eyes as his body convulsed violently. Brandon began to throw up bile and blood as he thrashed around. He shut his eyes as his screams grew louder.
Suddenly his body stopped moving. The pain was gone. Brandon opened his eyes. He no longer saw colors. Everything was in black and white.
He moaned softly. He no longer cared about anything. He only wanted to eat. He only wanted human flesh.
He had become one of the walking dead.