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.
It is the start of the Walking Dead this weekend, and though I have soured on the show (thanks Negan!) it still doesn’t mean I can’t get in on the excitement. I have decided to offer all of my zombie based stories free on Saturday and Sunday. Follow the links above to get your copy of the story of your choosing. Thanks again for reading this blog.
Dusk was settling in the world around them, the snow falling as heavy as it’d fallen all day, and little did they know, zombies were starting to move in.
“Eric, can you stop? My feet feel weird,” Bobby replied, as he leaned against a car. The four occupants inside of the car were partially eaten and frozen.
Eric stopped and put the carrier down. The cat let out a soft meow as it sat there and watched the scene unfold. In the dim light, Eric knelt down and looked at Bobby’s feet. He’d given Bobby some extra clothes for the walk – a warm hat for his head and ears, gloves, and another sweat shirt. They’d gotten his body warm, but forgot about his feet. The tennis shoes Bobby was wearing were soaked through, and it was obvious that the feet needed some immediate warmth. It would be hard to contend with frost bite in a world like this.
“How long has it been?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to slow us down.”
From somewhere out in the growing darkness they heard a moan. It was distant, but it was still a sound they didn’t need to hear. The cat arched his back and let out a screech.
Here is a list of the other stories I have running free: A Zombie Christmas 1 and 2, A Zombie Holiday Trilogy, Flesh for the Zombies, A Zombie New Year’s Eve, Vampires and Zombies, and A Zombie Thanksgiving.