Rebecca Besser's Blog, page 37
November 22, 2015
Teaser: Ricky Cooper #WinterofZombie
Ricky Cooper’s Teaser for #WinterofZombie!
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Originally posted on Dying Days:
Excerpt from DESIGNATED: QUARANTINED
Davies watched through the scope of his rifle as Baker and the others were pushed towards the group waiting in the centre of the car park, their captors grabbing hold of their shoulders and forcing the four men to their knees. With a short motion of his hand, Davies sent Hamilton and Jones through the shifting shadows as he rose to a hunched crouch and made his way slowly forwards.
The illuminated sights of his optics settled on one of Broadhead’s captors. A smooth flick of his thumb set his weapon to automatic. He watched as the black-clad soldiers moved into position around Baker and the others.
His finger grazed the trigger; the need to open fire was stronger than anything he had ever felt in his ten years as a soldier. Grinding his teeth together, he watched as a cadaverous shape appeared behind Rawlings and…
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Teaser: Jaime Johnesee #WinterofZombie
Jaime Johnesee’s Teaser for #WinterofZombie!
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Originally posted on Dying Days:
Bob Meets Sam
Jaime Johnesee
“Hey, Griff! How’s it going?” I greeted my old friend as I walked into his bar.
Griffin Martin was a green man. He was also an expath but he only influenced people to prevent bar fights and other trouble inside his domain.
“Pretty good, man. How have you been?”
“Can’t complain.” I draped my jean jacket over the stool next to him.
“You expecting company?” The green man nodded at my jacket.
“Oh, yeah, Sam’s meeting me here.”
“Really? Haven’t seen her in a while. How has she been?”
“Pretty good.” I looked at the time on my cellphone and frowned, “She should be here soon.”
“Can I get you something while you wait?”
“Nah, that’s okay. I’ll wait. I will take change for this fiver, please. I want to play a couple songs on the jukebox.” I handed Griffin a five dollar bill and…
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Teaser: Brice Chandler #WinterofZombie
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Originally posted on Dying Days:
Whiskey Jack
Chapter 1: Red Cast Sky
Jack Criley’s trembling hand smeared blood across his face as he rubbed his pulsing head. The other hand, steady and calm, squeezed the grip of the .45 as he stumbled out of the house in a plume of black smoke. The trembling hand groped his shirt pocket and clinched a busted cigar. It didn’t feel like his hand, but nothing felt right. The body reacted and worked as if it were being controlled by the subconscious.
He was detached, drifting away and watching someone else below. The world was a void, absent of sound except for a constant ringing and the haunting memories. It was a self-centered place that he referred to as ‘going internal’ and he was lost in it.
The shaking hand thrust the cigar into his unresponsive mouth.
Need it to calm down. His conscious returned.
The cigar dropped from…
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Teaser: Jessica Gomez #WinterofZombie
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Originally posted on Dying Days:
I stumbled down the sidewalks crumbled remains, watching the grey and white clouds swirl a daring dance around each other; waiting for rain to descend from their bellies. I couldn’t remember when the last time was that a drop of water touched these lips. Most of the rivers and streams have either dried up, been poisoned, or are guarded by renegade survivors―People you would be smart to stay clear of.
I scanned my surroundings, surveying the dilapidated, deserted city. The same broken cars, buildings, and roads that were once normal pieces of society flooded my vision. Roads and buildings overgrown by trees, weeds, and any other vegetation that wanted to reclaim their land. I always thought it would take longer than a year to erase anything and everything the human race was once proud of. Buildings had been brought down by the rough year after the Flash, some still stitched…
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Teaser: Mark Tufo #WinterofZombie
Mark Tufo’s Teaser for the #WinterofZombie blog tour!
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Originally posted on Dying Days:
This is a ZF10 Prologue – It won’t give much away if you’re new to the series, with that being said, do you really want to start here? Go read the first nine and a half then come back, I’ll wait. (Insert Monty Python intermission music here) WELCOME BACK, I missed you! Do you have a cookie for Henry?
Oh yeah this is a warning, the scene is relatively graphic and violent, if you have delicate sensibilities you may want to go find a Garfield comic strip instead. :) Otherwise I hope you enjoy it.
ZF10 Prologue
Deneaux was halfway through Indiana when whatever hell’s angel was tasked with looking out for her, took the morning off. She’d stopped at a rest stop just outside of Indianapolis. Apparently, even demons hell-bent on undeserved revenge and retribution need sleep. Her head was thrown back against the seat rest, a…
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November 20, 2015
Teaser: Samie Sands #WinterofZombie
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Originally posted on Dying Days:
FORGOTTEN
PROLOGUE
Bang.
That noise.
Bang. Bang.
So loud. It feels like it’s coming from inside my own head.
Bang.
I cover my ears with my hands, pulling my knees up to my chest, trying to block out the whole world for a moment. I just need to think.
I don’t know what to do about her, I really don’t. I can’t just do nothing. She isn’t right, however much I try and convince myself otherwise. I have to accept the truth. I have to admit that whatever is behind that door, isn’t my cousin. Not anymore. But that doesn’t make any of this any easier.
When I found her, outside the door collapsed and covered in blood, I completely freaked out, what if she had this thing, the illness? I had to block out all my deep rooted fears about catching the disease, while I…
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#WinterofZombie Giveaway – Nov 20-26
If you haven’t yet… You might want to join the 2015 Winter of Zombie Blog Tour event on Facebook! I’m one of the authors on the blog tour, and I will be running a giveaway between my final two posts! You’ll have a total of 6 days to enter to win one of three prizes!
Prize 1: Zombies Inside (signed paperback)
Prize 2: Zombies Inside (mobi ebook)
Prize 3: Undead Regeneration (mobi ebook)
Join the #WinterofZombie event and look for my rafflecopter giveaway thread and you can enter for the prizes.. ;)
Guest Post: Rebecca Besser #WinterofZombie
Rebecca Besser’s (me) second guest post on the #WinterofZombie blog tour!
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Originally posted on Dying Days:
Survivor Dangers
By Rebecca Besser
By default most people think that the biggest threat during a Z-poc would be zombies. At first, that might be true. At first it will be the zombies, then it will be basic human stupidity in dealing the zombies, then it will be those stupid people turning into zombies, and if you survive all that… What’s next? Survival.
Survival in and of itself has a lot of dangers. Have you tried to live and sustain your life (and your family’s) without a decent shelter for more than a weekend camping trip? Can you even function without electricity and running water for more than a week? Or prepackaged food for more than a couple of days?
Most of you are probably sitting there thinking: “Pfft! Yeah, I’m tough!”
But what if the world went to shit in the dead of winter and you had no heat…
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November 18, 2015
Teaser: Ted Nulty #WinterofZombie
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Originally posted on Dying Days:
The Other Side of Me Preview
Written by Ted Nulty
Ch.1
The change took Pastor Eland Matthews overnight. He had been at a church picnic all day Saturday until the news of the terrorist attacks sent people into a mild panic. The gathering had broken up in an orderly fashion, as people went back home to make sure that their extended families were okay. Eland had stayed with Cory Monroe to help clean up, then load the church’s van. Sunday was spent calming the members of his congregation who came to the church for comfort. He had to have Corey and Julia make extra lemonade and sweet tea for all the people stopping by. The attacks seemed to have been relatively ineffective, there had been some casualties at the power plant where one of the planes used in the attacks had crashed, but none were from his congregation. He…
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