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October 11, 2015
ZOMBIES: "We're Alive" Fan Fiction - Chapter 0 - Taking It Back
So check this out, friends and readers.
A few years back, I was commissioned to write a story for the 'We're Alive' podcast.
Long story short, it didn't pan out.
But I spent a very long time writing it for it to languish in my computer. I spent that time not only writing it for the 'We're Alive' folks, but mostly for my readers.
So what I've decided to do is publish my initial story here, via my blog, as a work of FAN FICTION, a completely unofficial piece about a character from the series. This is completely unofficial and unauthorized, but I think my work and time spent on this project deserve to see the light of day.
I would like to encourage everyone who might enjoy this fan fiction to check out the officials 'We're Alive' website HERE. It is a fantastic and well-developed world created by a group of professional writers and expert voice actors.
In the meantime, here's the completlely unofficial, unauthorized 'We're Alive' fan fiction, originally entitled (WORKING TITLE: BURT)
BY
BOWIE V. IBARRA
From an idea from the creators of the“WE’RE ALIVE” podcast
Copyright 2011 PRODUCERS OF “WE’RE ALIVE” PODCAST, BOWIE V. IBARRA
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTSFor Vanessa, for hooking it up with coffee at Whataburger
For my late father, who was a proud United States Marine. And to every military member of my family, past and present.
For all my friends in the military, especially SFC Edgar Martin Arnall, Army. Thanks for keeping me in the game.
For Mr. Bailey who shared his experiences in Vietnam when I was in 8th grade history class.
To my fellow writers who were in the military: Craig DiLouie, JL Bourne. Thank you for your authentic military voices in your zpoc writings.
For every soldier who puts it all on the line for the US of A.
And for every member of the United States Marine Corps.
And for Bo Woodman. Thanks for showing me the story of Max.
CHAPTER 0 - TAKING IT BACK
“Get the hell out of my gunshop, you bastards!” The stout old man opened fire with precision just over the heads of the looters, quickly making them scatter like pigeons startled in a downtown park, or in front of the LA courthouse. Two of them opened fire with pistols as they ran, making the stout old man dive behind a wooden case that was now lined with broken glass where pistols used to lie in quiet solitude. Tools waiting to be used. One man was using his tool. He knew how to use the tool well. But this was all too much for him. It was a massive mistake to arrive at his gunshop in the middle of some kind of bizarre riot fueled by a colossal case of mass hysteria and cannibalism. The gun shop was a natural target for the scared, the criminal, the desperate. What did he expect? After being forced to use his M-16 to scatter the looters from what was left of his gun shop, he felt like all three: scared, criminal, desperate. It was something he had to do. It was hisshop. It was also her shop. It was their shop. And since it was part hers, he had to defend it. “You just fucked up, old man,” shouted a voice from within the smokey confines of his shop. The old man was amazed at how fast his world in Montebello, California, just outside of downtown Los Angles, fell apart. The city was always tense, always on the verge of chaos. It was a powder keg of racial tension, economic desperation, and illiteracy waiting for a spark. Today, the spark arrived, lit like a fuse on a Black Cat firecracker on the Fourth of July, exploding just as fast. “Just walk away,” said the old man with an exhausted smile. He was quoting his favorite movie. He never thought he’d see the day he would actually use the line. “I’ll spare your life. Just walk away.” “Fuck you, old man,” shouted the thug.
The old man could hear the crunching of glass under his adversary’s feet, signaling to him that his enemy was making a move. He listened closely to the direction he estimated the sound was coming from. With all the racket of the falling city buzzing in his ear, he could not get a bead on his enemy. It didn’t help that he was too tired to concentrate. He had a condition. He was prepared for this run emotionally. But he wasn’t prepared for this run physically. He knew better. But he did anyway. I’ll be goddamned, the old man thought to himself. He only had a few moves. A few moments. He would have to act first, be proactive in this game of death he put himself in. He felt like a pawn in a massive chessboard with a deathly queen bearing down on him. It was a game he had to play. A game he had to finish. No one was going to take ‘Locked and Loaded’ without a fight. He would not be punked out in his own gun store, his territory. The bastard knew that. His enemy was street smart enough to understand the significance of territory, of unwritten boundaries crossed at street signs. Of territorial sidewalks run by gangs changing hands with a mere step. And this little kid, this young punk thought he could get away with it? The old man might have made a bad choice stepping out into a new world transformed by frightened and confused pandemonium. But the young punk made an even worse move by stepping up to a man that had combat skill. Maybe not the greatest combat skills, but the skills of a man who was no stranger to gunfire, no stranger to death. And that old man had been forced to take a life before. And though he spent the past few moments running through the neighborhood using a Herculean amount of restraint among the madness of the city, he would do it again if he had to. And damned if his name wasn’t Burt Scott would he let some young punk used to bullying people with a firearm take what was rightfully his.
What was rightfully hers.
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The next chapter coming soon....
Check out the 'We're Alive' podcast HERE...
Network with Bowie and find his other titles at his official website, ZBFbooks.com.
For the full scoop on the story, join the official ZBFbooks.com Facebook group HERE.
A few years back, I was commissioned to write a story for the 'We're Alive' podcast.
Long story short, it didn't pan out.
But I spent a very long time writing it for it to languish in my computer. I spent that time not only writing it for the 'We're Alive' folks, but mostly for my readers.
So what I've decided to do is publish my initial story here, via my blog, as a work of FAN FICTION, a completely unofficial piece about a character from the series. This is completely unofficial and unauthorized, but I think my work and time spent on this project deserve to see the light of day.
I would like to encourage everyone who might enjoy this fan fiction to check out the officials 'We're Alive' website HERE. It is a fantastic and well-developed world created by a group of professional writers and expert voice actors.
In the meantime, here's the completlely unofficial, unauthorized 'We're Alive' fan fiction, originally entitled (WORKING TITLE: BURT)
BY
BOWIE V. IBARRA
From an idea from the creators of the“WE’RE ALIVE” podcast
Copyright 2011 PRODUCERS OF “WE’RE ALIVE” PODCAST, BOWIE V. IBARRA
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTSFor Vanessa, for hooking it up with coffee at Whataburger
For my late father, who was a proud United States Marine. And to every military member of my family, past and present.
For all my friends in the military, especially SFC Edgar Martin Arnall, Army. Thanks for keeping me in the game.
For Mr. Bailey who shared his experiences in Vietnam when I was in 8th grade history class.
To my fellow writers who were in the military: Craig DiLouie, JL Bourne. Thank you for your authentic military voices in your zpoc writings.
For every soldier who puts it all on the line for the US of A.
And for every member of the United States Marine Corps.
And for Bo Woodman. Thanks for showing me the story of Max.
CHAPTER 0 - TAKING IT BACK
“Get the hell out of my gunshop, you bastards!” The stout old man opened fire with precision just over the heads of the looters, quickly making them scatter like pigeons startled in a downtown park, or in front of the LA courthouse. Two of them opened fire with pistols as they ran, making the stout old man dive behind a wooden case that was now lined with broken glass where pistols used to lie in quiet solitude. Tools waiting to be used. One man was using his tool. He knew how to use the tool well. But this was all too much for him. It was a massive mistake to arrive at his gunshop in the middle of some kind of bizarre riot fueled by a colossal case of mass hysteria and cannibalism. The gun shop was a natural target for the scared, the criminal, the desperate. What did he expect? After being forced to use his M-16 to scatter the looters from what was left of his gun shop, he felt like all three: scared, criminal, desperate. It was something he had to do. It was hisshop. It was also her shop. It was their shop. And since it was part hers, he had to defend it. “You just fucked up, old man,” shouted a voice from within the smokey confines of his shop. The old man was amazed at how fast his world in Montebello, California, just outside of downtown Los Angles, fell apart. The city was always tense, always on the verge of chaos. It was a powder keg of racial tension, economic desperation, and illiteracy waiting for a spark. Today, the spark arrived, lit like a fuse on a Black Cat firecracker on the Fourth of July, exploding just as fast. “Just walk away,” said the old man with an exhausted smile. He was quoting his favorite movie. He never thought he’d see the day he would actually use the line. “I’ll spare your life. Just walk away.” “Fuck you, old man,” shouted the thug.
The old man could hear the crunching of glass under his adversary’s feet, signaling to him that his enemy was making a move. He listened closely to the direction he estimated the sound was coming from. With all the racket of the falling city buzzing in his ear, he could not get a bead on his enemy. It didn’t help that he was too tired to concentrate. He had a condition. He was prepared for this run emotionally. But he wasn’t prepared for this run physically. He knew better. But he did anyway. I’ll be goddamned, the old man thought to himself. He only had a few moves. A few moments. He would have to act first, be proactive in this game of death he put himself in. He felt like a pawn in a massive chessboard with a deathly queen bearing down on him. It was a game he had to play. A game he had to finish. No one was going to take ‘Locked and Loaded’ without a fight. He would not be punked out in his own gun store, his territory. The bastard knew that. His enemy was street smart enough to understand the significance of territory, of unwritten boundaries crossed at street signs. Of territorial sidewalks run by gangs changing hands with a mere step. And this little kid, this young punk thought he could get away with it? The old man might have made a bad choice stepping out into a new world transformed by frightened and confused pandemonium. But the young punk made an even worse move by stepping up to a man that had combat skill. Maybe not the greatest combat skills, but the skills of a man who was no stranger to gunfire, no stranger to death. And that old man had been forced to take a life before. And though he spent the past few moments running through the neighborhood using a Herculean amount of restraint among the madness of the city, he would do it again if he had to. And damned if his name wasn’t Burt Scott would he let some young punk used to bullying people with a firearm take what was rightfully his.What was rightfully hers.
=========
The next chapter coming soon....
Check out the 'We're Alive' podcast HERE...
Network with Bowie and find his other titles at his official website, ZBFbooks.com.
For the full scoop on the story, join the official ZBFbooks.com Facebook group HERE.
February 17, 2015
FIGHTS: Repost - Borderland Beat: CDG and its Different Factions
No matter what name they go by, these factions of the Gulf Cartel (Cartel De Golfo or CDG) are bad news.
Stay away.
Borderland Beat: CDG and its Different Factions: Translated for Borderland Beat from a Valor por Tamaulipas article by Otis B Fly-Wheel The CDG and its distinct active factions. CDG ...
Stay away.
Borderland Beat: CDG and its Different Factions: Translated for Borderland Beat from a Valor por Tamaulipas article by Otis B Fly-Wheel The CDG and its distinct active factions. CDG ...
February 9, 2015
FIGHTS: Repost - Inspire Pro Wrestling -- No Room To Die [04.27.2014]
Need an alternative to WWE? Then you need to check out some of the good stuff coming out of Austin, Texas at Inspire Pro.
Dial it up now.
Dial it up now.
January 31, 2015
BLOOD: This week in Police Terror
COPS ONLY NINE AWAY FROM BREAKING THE CENTURY MARK IN AMERICAN EXECUTIONS FOR JANUARY 2015
by
Bowie V. Ibarra
Good news everybody!
According to killedbypolice.net, the current American body count of folks executed by police is only 91.
Let that sink in.
91 people have been killed by police in the month of January.
ZBFbooks.com was anticipating cops breaking the century mark with their state-sponsored terror against American citizens, particularly poor or minority Americans, the source of their revenue-generating income. But, thankfully, they did not.
However, that's still 91 Americans who did not get their day in court for the alleged crimes they were committing. 91 men, women, and children were put to death because they did something that made a cop 'fear for their life'.
Bottom line, folks. Know your rights, but be super cool around police. They are trained to kill you if they feel the least bit threatened. And, for whatever reason, everyone makes them feel like their life is threatened.
We'll be coming to you with proposed solutions to this sad American epidemic throughout the year. Until then, this is ZBFbooks.com saying know your rights, be cool around cops, and never call them to sort our your family problems, because someone will end up dead. Let's learn to take back control of our lives and leave the state out of it as much as we can.
by
Bowie V. Ibarra
Good news everybody!According to killedbypolice.net, the current American body count of folks executed by police is only 91.
Let that sink in.
91 people have been killed by police in the month of January.
ZBFbooks.com was anticipating cops breaking the century mark with their state-sponsored terror against American citizens, particularly poor or minority Americans, the source of their revenue-generating income. But, thankfully, they did not.
However, that's still 91 Americans who did not get their day in court for the alleged crimes they were committing. 91 men, women, and children were put to death because they did something that made a cop 'fear for their life'.
Bottom line, folks. Know your rights, but be super cool around police. They are trained to kill you if they feel the least bit threatened. And, for whatever reason, everyone makes them feel like their life is threatened.
We'll be coming to you with proposed solutions to this sad American epidemic throughout the year. Until then, this is ZBFbooks.com saying know your rights, be cool around cops, and never call them to sort our your family problems, because someone will end up dead. Let's learn to take back control of our lives and leave the state out of it as much as we can.
BLOOD: AUDIO MINI-BOOK - The Patch - a short horror story by Lindsey Goddard, performed by Nelson...
LINDSEY BETH GODDARD BRINGS A SPOOKY STORY TO YOUTUBE
Repost by
Bowie V. Ibarra
ZBFbooks.com supporter and hard-working horror story writer Lindsey Beth Goddard has put out a great new spooky short story for the internet. Collaborating with voice actor Nelson Pyles, Goddard brings her sensuoulsy spooky horror story 'The Patch' to YouTube. Its fantastic.
As you know from my previous review of her work, Lindsey's strength is how she skillfully creates imagery. She's at the top of her game with 'The Patch'. And what's wild is she's only getting better.
You're going to be sitting in front of the computer for more than ten minutes and you know it. So get the story going in one window and do your internets in another window and listen to this great story of bloody mystery.
Then go check out some of her other available titles and participation in collections HERE.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the 'Down the Road' zombie horror series from Permuted Press, and author of many other action/adventure, horror, superhero, zombie titles as well. Network with Bowie and check out his books at ZBFbooks.com today.
Repost by
Bowie V. Ibarra
ZBFbooks.com supporter and hard-working horror story writer Lindsey Beth Goddard has put out a great new spooky short story for the internet. Collaborating with voice actor Nelson Pyles, Goddard brings her sensuoulsy spooky horror story 'The Patch' to YouTube. Its fantastic.As you know from my previous review of her work, Lindsey's strength is how she skillfully creates imagery. She's at the top of her game with 'The Patch'. And what's wild is she's only getting better.
You're going to be sitting in front of the computer for more than ten minutes and you know it. So get the story going in one window and do your internets in another window and listen to this great story of bloody mystery.
Then go check out some of her other available titles and participation in collections HERE.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the 'Down the Road' zombie horror series from Permuted Press, and author of many other action/adventure, horror, superhero, zombie titles as well. Network with Bowie and check out his books at ZBFbooks.com today.
BLOOD: Review - 'Brew' a wild story of outrageous wanton violence
SEX, DRUGS, AND MASS MURDER HIGHLIGHT PERMUTED PRESS TITLE
by
Bowie V. Ibarra
So, you ever watch 'Nightmare City'? The enjoyable Italian horror schlock classic directed by Umberto Lenzi? Or 'The Crazies (1973)', directed by our Lord and Saviour George A. Romero? Sure, the modern version with Tim Olyphant is still pretty good. But that's beside the point.
What I'm saying here is that Bill Braddock's title 'Brew' takes that same formula and knocks it out of the park. My two favorite words for this outrageous and wildy fun story: Wanton Violence. 'Brew' defines wanton violence. It uses it as its heartbeat, shooting blood through the veins and out of a severed neck or arm. It's the energy that propels the reader through its pages to take in the nightmare that washes over the college campus in a shade of sick green. Yes, wanton violence pretty much defines the story on its most basic level. But the best part is that it is deeper than that.
The story follows our protagonist, a street smart college chick named Cat, who meets an unmotivated drug dealer named Steve. The two hit it off with some sweet chemistry before suddenly having to deal with the college campus going completely apeshit when a mad scientists double-cross becomes a reality.
And that's when the story takes the reader riding shotgun in Dragula on a bloody, violent, and sex-filled romp.
Though this absolute and total mayhem make up the spirit of the book, the real backbone is the story itself. It's well put together, thought out, and gilded with deep, real characters. The character won't help but love the leads and absolutely hate the modern-day 'mad scientist' who is the architect of the savage havoc that spits blood at the reader on every turn of the page.
'Brew' is a masterpiece of cruel mayhem. If you dig the kind of chaos those old-school horror movies brought to the silver screen, then you're going to love the chaos Bill Braddock throws on the page to gouge your eyes and wrap your brain in slime green.
Get your copy of 'Brew' today in paperback and kindle HERE.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the Down the Road zombie horror series from Permuted Press. He has more titles available at his official website, ZBFbooks.com, where you can network with him.
If you enjoyed the review, support ZBFbooks.com not only picking up Braddock's title as well as a ZBFbooks.com title.
by
Bowie V. Ibarra
So, you ever watch 'Nightmare City'? The enjoyable Italian horror schlock classic directed by Umberto Lenzi? Or 'The Crazies (1973)', directed by our Lord and Saviour George A. Romero? Sure, the modern version with Tim Olyphant is still pretty good. But that's beside the point.
What I'm saying here is that Bill Braddock's title 'Brew' takes that same formula and knocks it out of the park. My two favorite words for this outrageous and wildy fun story: Wanton Violence. 'Brew' defines wanton violence. It uses it as its heartbeat, shooting blood through the veins and out of a severed neck or arm. It's the energy that propels the reader through its pages to take in the nightmare that washes over the college campus in a shade of sick green. Yes, wanton violence pretty much defines the story on its most basic level. But the best part is that it is deeper than that.
The story follows our protagonist, a street smart college chick named Cat, who meets an unmotivated drug dealer named Steve. The two hit it off with some sweet chemistry before suddenly having to deal with the college campus going completely apeshit when a mad scientists double-cross becomes a reality.
And that's when the story takes the reader riding shotgun in Dragula on a bloody, violent, and sex-filled romp.
Though this absolute and total mayhem make up the spirit of the book, the real backbone is the story itself. It's well put together, thought out, and gilded with deep, real characters. The character won't help but love the leads and absolutely hate the modern-day 'mad scientist' who is the architect of the savage havoc that spits blood at the reader on every turn of the page.
'Brew' is a masterpiece of cruel mayhem. If you dig the kind of chaos those old-school horror movies brought to the silver screen, then you're going to love the chaos Bill Braddock throws on the page to gouge your eyes and wrap your brain in slime green.
Get your copy of 'Brew' today in paperback and kindle HERE.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the Down the Road zombie horror series from Permuted Press. He has more titles available at his official website, ZBFbooks.com, where you can network with him.
If you enjoyed the review, support ZBFbooks.com not only picking up Braddock's title as well as a ZBFbooks.com title.
January 14, 2015
FIGHTS: Repost - After Ayotzinapa's Disappeared, Locals Are Taking Power In Tecoanapa
'If we don't get involved, we could be the next ones to die.'
The same could be said for America and the rise of the state-sponsored domestic terrorists typically called our friendly neighborhood police departments, trained to kill Americans the moment they 'fear for their lives'.
The same could be said for America and the rise of the state-sponsored domestic terrorists typically called our friendly neighborhood police departments, trained to kill Americans the moment they 'fear for their lives'.
BLOOD - Repost - Borderland Beat: What goes on in the mind of a hitman * Sicario *
Great lead-up to the release of the ZBFbooks.com Z-Poc/Mexican Cartel mashup, tenatively titled 'El Sicario', coming soon in 2015.
Borderland Beat: What goes on in the mind of a hitman * Sicario *: Translated for Borderland Beat from a Oaxaca3.0 article by Otis B Fly-Wheel Are hit men psychopaths or just sick or incapable of feeling em...
Borderland Beat: What goes on in the mind of a hitman * Sicario *: Translated for Borderland Beat from a Oaxaca3.0 article by Otis B Fly-Wheel Are hit men psychopaths or just sick or incapable of feeling em...
BLOOD: Repost - Borderland Beat: Former Iguala mayor formally charged with the kidn...
This is what happens when people make a big enough fuss against the system. Someone gets the blame pinned on them and pays. Maybe not the main folks, but someone gets left holding the bag.
Someone needed to be nailed to the wall for this. These dicks were the perfect and right choice.
Borderland Beat: Former Iguala mayor formally charged with the kidn...: by Lucio for Borderland Beat There has been a formal arrest warrant issued for former Iguala, Guerrero mayor, Jose Luis Abarca, alon...
Someone needed to be nailed to the wall for this. These dicks were the perfect and right choice.
Borderland Beat: Former Iguala mayor formally charged with the kidn...: by Lucio for Borderland Beat There has been a formal arrest warrant issued for former Iguala, Guerrero mayor, Jose Luis Abarca, alon...
