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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Tuesdays with Mike and The Mike Beem Chronicles (12/5/2017): 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.

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Fred climbed into the passenger seat, and when he looked out the window he saw two zombies shambling towards him. He pulled up his gun, and gripped the door handle, ready to step out of the vehicle with his gun blazing.

Two quick shots rang out, and as Fred watched, the skulls on each zombie exploded, showering the truck in blood and chunks of rotten brain matter.

Fred opened the door, gun drawn, and when he stepped outside he saw Double walking towards him. “What’re you doing down here?” He asked.

“Getting you out of a jam, thank you very much,” she replied.

“I appreciate it, but I had it handled.”

“You sure about that?”

He grunted, hating to admit she was right. “Since you’re here. Would you mind checking out Guard Tower 1 and 2? I’ll check out 3 and 4.”

“Okay. I’ll make my way on over.”

“Hey, Double, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks. You saved my ass.”

“Anytime,” she replied, and ran off towards Guard Tower 1, shooting at several zombies lurking nearby.

Fred watched the undead creature’s heads explode, and then made his way towards Guard Tower 3.

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Did you know this was available as a paperback?

Get it and the EBook at the Amazon links below.

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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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UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0736DX4CS

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Tuesdays with Mike and The Mike Beem Chronicles (11/14/2017): A Zombie Thanksgiving

5 out of 5 stars: Keeping hope alive.

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

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Dawn stopped at the edge of the parking lot. What she saw in front of her was an apocalyptic nightmare. It was a picture of mass panic frozen in a time of chaos.

The parking lot looked like a war zone–cars burned to metal bodies, cars crashed together, cars turned over, shopping carts everywhere and in all kinds of positions, (food and supplies in these carts long since looted), and bodies, lots and lots of dead bodies. Most of them had been laying out here rotting in the hot sun for far too long, and they were now decayed and gooey, slipping back into the Earth one second at a time.

She closed her eyes, held the gold cross on a chain around her neck, prayed, and then crossed the parking lot.

She stopped when she reached the double doors that led into the grocery store. Sunlight gleamed off what was left of the glass in the frame, shards on the ground twinkled like stars. Two zombies shuffled out of the store, heading in her tasty direction. Dead things. Rotten things. Been walking around for a long time now as a corpse things. A couple of quick pops of her gun and both of them went down hard. Perfect, clean, head shots. Blood splattered ground.

Dawn looked to her left and right, back to the store in front of her, and then she turned around to make sure nothing was behind her. No other zombies shuffled about in the late fall heat, at least not from where she was standing; but there was a man, she did see a man, coming across the parking lot towards her. He stood about medium height, not to pudgy, not too thin. He had to be about 40 years old, she thought, as he put his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat.

“Who are you?” She asked, as she aimed her gun at him.

The guy looked down at her gun with the silencer on it, pointed directly at his gut. A nasty shot that would not end him instantly. “My name’s Mike, Mike Beem. You?”

“Dawn Sprig,” she replied, and paused. “Have you been following me?”

“I haven’t, just happened to see you crossing the parking lot. Thought I would walk over and see if you needed any help.”

“I’m fine.” She wasn’t, because she was terrified of being out here on her own without her boyfriend. So, she faked it the best she could. “Just need to do a little shopping. I hope my credit is still good,” she replied, smiling, hoping to ease the tension.

“Store’s probably picked over.”

“Probably, but there might be something left for the Thanksgiving Holiday,” she replied, lowering her weapon.

“I’m stuck on Christmas.”

“Any luck?”

“Some.” He paused. “You sure you don’t want me to go in with you? I can help if the store is overrun. Always nice to have back up.”

She wanted to say yes, she really did, but even though she had lowered her gun, stranger danger still popped into her mind when she looked at him. He might seem like a nice guy out here, but in there, in the dark, he could be someone totally different. “I’d rather go it alone. If you don’t mind? I’m better that way. No offense.”

“None taken. I Understand.”

“Thanks, though, for the offer.”

“Sure. Good luck and Happy Thanksgiving.”

“You too, Mike.”

He made his way out of the parking lot, and Dawn took another quick scan. No zombies about, just Mike evaporating into the distance. She turned back to the store, steadied her nerves, and turned on her light (this light was on a strap that ran around her head, so she could keep her hands free).  She made sure her weapons were ready to do the job they were meant to do, knife in place and gun ready to fire. She started to walk, ever so slightly, crunching on broken glass, moving from the light into the dark.

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Did you know this was available as a paperback?

Get it and the EBook at the Amazon links below.

Happy Zombie Thanksgiving!

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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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CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0736DX4CS

The Headless Fountain Man

Kim was approaching the annual Canadian Comicon when she was startled by a headless statue sitting inside a large silver fountain. This statue had black Chuck Taylor’s on its feet, red socks on its bare ankles, blue jeans, and was wearing a tee-shirt that read “Water you looking at.”  She took out her camera and instead of taking pictures of the various people in cos play costumes (Star Trek, Star Wars, and Frozen seemed to be the lead choices, Frozen, weird, I know, but hey it is a Comicon), she decided to take a picture of this statue, sitting there on its butt, dressed like it was heading for a skateboarding convention, with no head on top of its body. Its head had been replaced with a large white geyser of water that sailed into the air and splashed all over the headless figure and the ground around it.

Her finger froze before she took the shot, something about this statue felt all wrong, something about it didn’t seem right. She focused the lens, and thought she saw the statue raise an arm and wave at her. She paused, and pulled the camera away from her face, opening both eyes. She looked at the statue in the dusky light. It was still sitting there spewing water from its neck, arms and legs unmoving. She shook off the goose bumps, raised the camera to her eye, and snapped the shot. Then she snapped a couple more because you didn’t know which one would be the money shot, best to have backups.

“Coming hon,” A young man’s voice replied.

Kim turned to face her husband and quickly turned back to the statue when she thought she heard a splash. It sounded like two hands had decided to slap the water. She studied the hands. Did they wriggle? Did they move like slimy wet worms? She was unsure, as she put the camera strap around her neck and joined her husband at the door.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Fine. Just snapping some shots.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Comicon jitters. That’s all. Shall we go,” she replied, as a large person dressed like Chewbacca brushed past her. This Chewbacca was not only tall, but fat. In fact, it was the fattest Chewbacca she had ever seen. The long shaggy hair did nothing to conceal the rolls and layers of blubber. She stifled a laugh, and then she and her husband followed the fat Chewbacca into the building.

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That night, Kim and her husband lay in bed, slumber like the dead had taken them over once they had found their pillows. A round full moon hung in the cloudless night sky casting a yellow light over the blue bed sheet. Shadows, thick and ominous, lay splashed across the room in various spots.

Kim stirred on the bed as if something was watching her sleep, something that had slunk up out the dark and decided to put its eyes right on her. She sat up on the bed when her nose caught a whiff of a watery damp smell. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom in the room, as she looked around trying to see where that smell was coming from.

That’s when she saw it – The Headless Fountain Man.

He was standing in her doorway, highlighted by the moon, dripping water all over the carpet. She looked at him, and he looked at her. She stifled a scream when she saw that he was no longer headless. Sitting on top of his shoulders was a large camera. The Headless Fountain Man leaned his camera head towards her, and adjusted the lens. A flash of light, electric and powerful like lightning, lit up the room with a brightness so bright it almost burned out her eyeballs.

When her eyes adjusted, Kim looked at her husband, still fast asleep, as The Headless Fountain Man started taking small steps towards her, his large concrete shoes making a loud thump on the floor. She slid off the bed and scurried underneath it, curling up in a fetal position. The Headless Fountain Man paused when he reached the bed. He kneeled down to the floor with creaky knees, and looked at her with its camera head. He didn’t hesitate, as he snapped another picture that was so bright it burnt part of the floor, leaving the carpet smoldering soft white smoke.

Kim had no idea what to do as she heard the camera gearing up for another shot, a loud sound that echoed around the room, shaking the floors, and the walls with its ferociousness. She curled up tighter, squeezed her eyes harder, as a feeling washed over her that this might just be the final shot, that this time the flash would burn her body to ashes. She started to cry, fearing the end of her days upon her, and that’s when it all went silent.

She opened her eyes, peeking with caution out into her room. It was morning, she was back in bed. She could hear the shower running, as she looked from the bathroom door to the window to the room at large. There were no signs of The Headless Fountain Man. Feeling relieved that it was only a dream, she slipped out of bed, and pulled up her feet immediately. She looked down at the floor and saw a large wet spot, beside it there was a picture. This picture held an image of her frozen in fear, cowering, fearing for her life as she hid within the darkness underneath the bed.

 THE END

Thanks Kim for the inspiration

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Old Montreal

You can find this story as a bonus on this short story.

What happens when they ask The Dragon to summon a demon? A simple machine. Able to answer requests. Able to play music. Able to turn on lights and answer questions. Fun and enjoyable technology, but what happens when this machine is able to manifest actual things. In this short story two guys worst fears will come to life.

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Tuesdays with Mike and The Mike Beem Chronicles (10/31/2017): 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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UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0736H6M52

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0736H6M52

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0736H6M52

Since it is Halloween, I thought I would pull out three random moments in Zombie Beach in order to celebrate this day. Enjoy.

Mike slid the key into the lock, and waited to see if he had been discovered. He hadn’t. Whoever or whatever was making the sound was paying no attention to him. He unlocked the door, turned the handle, and pushed the door into the room. What he saw when the door was open was another one of those smart zombies. It was dressed like a house keeper in a bloody blue ripped and torn dress, wearing comfortable shoes. The elderly zombie woman had no left arm. It was completely torn free from her body leaving only a ragged stump surrounded by shredded fabric. She was using her right arm and hand to run the silent vacuum across the floor again and again.

When he reached the top, he paused when he saw a zombie stumble and shuffle out of one of the open doorways. It was dressed in sandals, shorts, tee-shirt, and sun visor. His exposed skin was yellowed and rotten. He salivated maggots and had large palmetto bugs crawling up and down his body. It looked like it’d been lying in wait for some time, and now that he was up and moving the bugs calling him home were severely disturbed.

Mike pulled out his gun, and made sure it was ready to fire. He watched as this moving thing went from the deep end to the shallow end, slowly revealing itself as it emerged from its resting place underneath the water. The zombie (dressed in lifeguard gear complete with whistle) reached the stairs that led out of the pool, eyeballing Mike, rotten body water logged and full of nasty liquid, covered in leeches, and algae – blue-green algae that had consumed the entire left side of its face, the eye in that socket barely visible. It was hungry for a long awaited feast, and Mike’s warm body was just perfect for that.

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.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0736DX4CS

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0736DX4CS

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0736DX4CS

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0736DX4CS

Tuesday Promotions (10/24/2017): Vampires and Zombies: The Undead Collection (The Dead of Winter)

The Dead of Winter

Eric motioned to Bobby to stay put, handing the cat carrier to him as he cocked the gun and approached the truck. He tried the cab doors first, but they were both locked. A loud moan erupted from the dark, but this time it wasn’t behind them. It came from somewhere in front of them. It, like the moans behind them, was too close for comfort.

Bobby watched as Eric made his way down the side of the truck, stopping just before he reached the back. Like a cop in an old TV show, he leaned against the wall of the truck, raised the gun, took in a breath, and then stepped forward, dropping the gun to a shooting position as he did. There was no one there, human or zombie.

Eric tried the double doors, and he found them not just locked, but welded together. The moans erupted in the back ground like they enjoyed this latest fiasco.

Eric went back to the driver’s side door. He gripped the barrel of the gun and slammed the handle down into the window. It smashed on impact.

Eric grabbed a shoulder of one of the dead zombies hanging from the spike on the door, and hoisted himself up to the window. He hung there a moment with one hand, cleaning out the glass with the other. When he was sure it was clean, he dropped back down to the ground. He motioned to Bobby that it was safe to come over . . .

The stories in this chilling collection are as follows.

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.

Need to Feed

Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction, its residents will come face to face with two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night.

A Vampire at Christmas

This short story is about a Vampire who uses his riches and immortal skills to bring joy to those in need during the Christmas Season.

It Sleeps at Dawn

This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts. He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.

The Dead of Winter

This short story is about two men trying to survive an apocalyptic nightmare in a harsh frozen landscape. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping the zombies don’t find them first.

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.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LYZ8GLL

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LYZ8GLL

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LYZ8GLL

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LYZ8GLL