A Zombie Thanksgiving and A Zombie New Year’s Eve are Free – 11/13/2015

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(Revised and Updated 2015) A short story about a woman who risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.

5 out of 5 stars: Keeping hope alive.

4 out of 5 stars: Wonderful story of giving and hope.

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Excerpt

One of these doors was barely hanging on by a hinge, leaning hard about to fall over, the other was warped from top to bottom, as if someone or something had run directly into it. Luckily for them, the zombies had not horded up here in quite a while, and they had managed to keep the undead population down with sporadic cleaning-out parties. It had kept them safe and zombie free, so they hadn’t needed to fortify these doors.

Finished with his prayer, George stepped through the door that was hanging askew–turning the light off on his head when he did (he wouldn’t need the light outside, better to save the batteries for later). He stopped, and stood on the concrete landing for a moment. He breathed in the late afternoon air, let the soreness from this morning’s supply run drift off of him for a bit, and let the heat from the day warm his tired body. He thought about his time at this school, thought about how many times he had stood here in safer days. It made him sad to think he would never have those days again, that his innocence had been shattered the minute one corpse got up and started walking. He pushed the mournful thoughts away, and scanned the area around the school. Several zombies shuffled nearby.

“What was it that Dawn always says?” George asked himself. “Oh yeah,” he replied, aiming, “Go in peace,” and fired.

A clean head shot.

Zombie one down.

Second shot.

Perfect.

Zombie two down.

He hated wasting bullets, but these two shufflers were a little too close to home base for his liking.

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 (Revised and Updated 2015) 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.

4 out of 5 stars: Short story of love and hope

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Excerpt

After a few moments of waiting, she heard a loud crash in the store. She smashed out the vending machine glass, almost in sync. She scooped out anything that would fit into her backpack, and then smiled as she heard one of the guys cuss out the other one for being so loud.

Finished with her vending machine raid, she slipped her back pack on, and made her way over to the door she had found, which she wasn’t sure was locked or not. Shuffling again, one of the chairs slid a bit sideways, the table a second later. She gripped the door handle and turned it.

Unlocked.

She opened the door, and jumped into the room, swinging her bat in the dark like a crazy person, aiming for any zombies that came after her. There were none, so she closed the door, locked it, and found a hiding spot just as something thumped against the frame.

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