Tales from the Blog (12/17/2017): A Vampire at Christmas 4

5 out of 5 stars: A deadly and dashing vampire

This American city was a modern postcard of Christmas, so far removed from the ancient ones Talan had frequented in his native Europe during this time of year. It was picture perfect with fallen snow and Christmas splashed across everything. Each person he saw had arm loads of presents packed tight into cradling arms, last-minute shoppers rounding up what they could before the stores closed for the evening.

He stood there a moment and took it all in, sack growing heavy on his arms. He hated to leave this scene, hated to do what he had to do next, because Norman Rockwell couldn’t have painted a better picture than the one he was witnessing. But, he had to feed. He had to eat. The hunger was consuming him now, and the smell of the blood in these happy mortals was almost more than he could resist.

He found a dark alley, looked around, and seeing no one watching, leaped straight up, landing on top of a roof covered in three to four inches of fresh snow. His boots treaded lightly across this white ground, as he found a corner and stashed the sack. He then walked over to the door that led onto the roof. He pried it open, and slipped inside. Down a few sets of stairs, he found what he was looking for. It was an electrical outlet. He plugged in his IPod, looked around for a moment. He walked down to the door that opened onto this set of stairs. It was an emergency door, complete with siren and all, so he knew his IPod would be safe until he got back. He walked back up, onto the roof, and over to the edge of the building. He peered down. Seeing no one about, he stepped over the edge, and gently dropped back onto the snow-covered asphalt below.

He pulled up the collar of his black coat, and made his way down to the docks. The sea breeze was strong off the ocean, cold and salty, as he turned on his predator instincts. He had feasted often in this area while he surveyed the city for those in need, but he rotated his hunting ground. Among the bars, strip joints, and desolate streets he moved each and every night, finding his victim or victims among the dregs of society. It was a great area to hunt and feed, because most of the people who frequented here had no one at home that would miss them.

The first victim was rather easy to spot. The guy was about sixty with a real white beard, and straggly unkempt white hair. He was dressed like Santa Claus from his boots to his stocking cap, but he sure wasn’t acting like the jolly old elf. This guy was trying to find a pro for the night, someone cheaply paid to take the edge off.

“Just go away mister. I don’t do cheap,” the hooker replied, as she tried desperately to get away from Santa.

“Come on. It’s Christmas. Five bucks has got to get me something,” Santa replied turning up the bottle inside the brown bag. He drank down a big gulp, burped, wiped his mouth, and tried to advance on her, get a cheap fill if you will.

“Please, just go away.”

He grabbed her by the hair, and pushed her against the wall. “Listen! I’ve been stuck in this suit for a month. Letting snotty little bitches and bastards sit on my lap so they can tell me all they want for Christmas. I’ve been snotted on, pissed on, and shit on. I need this, and you’re going to give it to me. And I’m not going to pay a dime. You got that bitch!”

The woman started to cry. She had gone into this line of work to pay a few bills, and was warned by so many that this part of town was no place even for a prostitute. She hadn’t listened, of course, and now she was going to pay for her arrogance . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.

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Tuesdays with Mike and The Mike Beem Chronicles (12/12/2017): Zombie Beach

This short story is told in two parts.

Part 1: Mike and Captain

On the Coast, Mike runs into an old Sea Captain and they form an instant bond. Mike learns of Captain’s boat, his son and daughter-in-law. Captain is desperate to get off Carolina Beach, but there is a problem (and it is a big problem) the town is swarming with zombies. Mike decides to help the old man fight his way through the hordes in order to gain safe passage on his boat.

Part 2: Mike and Myrtle Beach

Alone again. Mike finds an old motel on the South Carolina coast and decides to call it home. While rebuilding his life and motel he meets some new friends, fights off countless numbers of zombies, and settles into his new life by the sea.

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The zombie Mike was about to shoot was an ugly sucker, and staring right up at him from the sand below. The zombie had the majority of the left side of his face torn off, huge holes in his neck and arms. He was dressed in pink and green blood-stained golf pants, spiked shoes, and dirty black golf shirt.

“Fore!” Mike screamed, and then shot the golfer zombie right between the eyes. The top of its head exploded, splattering blood and rotten brains all over the pristine white sand.  He looked from the dead zombie to the ocean, and then to the left and right. The gunshot had been loud, but it hadn’t sent the few corpses on the beach shambling in his direction. They seemed to be scattered, not hording together, trudging along with difficulty. A couple of zombies had even gotten stuck and as the water rushed in and around them, they found themselves in a hopeless situation where sand kept burying their feet and ankles over and over again.

Mike hopped down from the once white lifeguard tower where he had spent the night, and looked at the buildings around him. He didn’t see what he was looking for in the high rises and few beach homes that lined this part of the shore, so he moved on, reloading his pistol, eyes focused and ready for trouble.

What are the Mike Beem Chronicles? The Mike Beem Chronicles are a series of short stories that I wrote involving a character named Mike Beem. They are stories about hope, survival, and people trying to keep humanity alive in a world filled with the living dead. Descriptions for all six stories in this collection flow below. Enjoy.

A Zombie Thanksgiving: A short story about a woman who risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.

A Zombie Christmas: This short story is about three men who risk life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas Morning.

A Zombie New Year’s Eve: This short story is about Becky and Joe who are separated in a Zombie Apocalypse and risk life and limb in order to reunite for their New Year’s Eve kiss.

A Zombie Christmas 2: A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.

Flesh for the Zombies:
When Mike Beem’s community is savagely attacked, he must exact revenge on those who wronged him. He must put aside all the good he has ever accomplished in order to become someone else. A man without a moral compass. A man without right or wrong. A man who is a cold blooded killer. Will he get his justice or will he die trying? The answers lie within the pages of this short story.

Zombie Beach: Mike Beem has given it all up and run off to live by the beach. Life down on the coast isn’t all that it should be. Days of lying in the sun are replaced with brutal survival. Mike does his best to not only survive, but to rebuild a life among the ruins of these beach side towns.

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