Friday Freebie Double Feature (11/4/2016): The Dead of Winter and The Lot

DOW2

A short story about an apocalyptic nightmare in a crisp frozen landscape filled with winter and living corpses.Two men try to find safety in this dead world. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping not to become food for the zombies.

US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01CR9BLB8

Eric surveyed the road ahead and behind him. The world was filled with death. The highway was littered with silent, rusting cars sitting on rotting tires, waiting on drivers who were never going to drive them again. Ripped apart, torn open and partially eaten corpses littered the ground in various forms of decay. The corpses ranged from children to elderly adults. The zombies had done a number on them when they went into their “feeding frenzy.” The bodies that weren’t on the ground or pulled from their cars were still seated, and most of them still strapped into their seat belts, like they were still driving to whatever destination they had been going to before the world fell into death’s harsh embrace.

TheLot

This short story is about a Christmas Tree lot that has evil intentions.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01JMX67U2#nav-subnav

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01JMX67U2

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01JMX67U2

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01JMX67U2

Ernie grunted in the soft falling snow, as he thought of Gavin, eating and drinking who knows what, living like a hermit in a toilet free home.

Gun fire pulled Ernie out of his thoughts. He looked up in time to see a hole blast through the caramel colored front door. The cop who had been standing in front of this door, ready to kick it in, got the shot-gun blast directly in the chest along with hundreds of splinters. His riddled, bloody body flew backwards through the air and landed somewhere in the nest of trees.

The other cops retreated back as Gavin stepped up to the jagged hole in the door that looked like the shape of a misshapen mouth. “I told you I can’t leave the trees! You don’t know what they’re capable of if they’re not fed!”

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