...Sneak Peek of Love in the Time of the Dead - Lego Edition...
To celebrate exactly one month until the official release of Love in the Time of the Dead, today I have a little treaty for you guys - an epic, masterfully photographed and superbly acted showdown between Jarren-the-Baad-Mama-Jamma-Landry and Monroe-the-Dead. Jarren is Laney's brother and the only family she has left, while Monroe was part of their elite team of fighters up until one week before when he fell to the horde in a fight. This scene lego-splains the team's promise."When the zompocalypse is upon you, all you have left is your word." - Somebody Really Smart
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Ten minutes of bone-chilling silence later, a lone Dead shuffled slowly through the woods below them.
The sheer mass of him said he was the hunter from the gas station, but he was alone. Odd. The Dead stopped and swiveled his head, scenting the air before he moved in the direction of their trees.
She froze. The last thing she wanted was to attract the thing. The Dead was one big son-of-a-gun, and she eyed the thin branches above for an escape. If she could add another fifteen feet to their distance from the monster, she would.Jarren smirked and made a calming gesture with his hand.
How was he always so unruffled by zombies?Laney took a deep breath as the Dead shuffled closer to their trees. Bad idea. She nearly gagged. The stench of a Dead at that proximity was overwhelming. She needed to settle down. Deads never look up for danger. She was safe in the tree. Safe, safe, safe.The monster shuffled ever closer and stopped just at the base of the pine tree they were frozen into.
He swiveled his head back and forth, back and forth, snuffling the air noisily.
What did it tell him? Could he smell them from down below? He turned his head slowly toward the trunk of the tree and snapped his head upward to look directly at her.
She stifled a shriek. His filmy, searching eye scoured the moonlight-soaked branches and she dared not even breathe. Her heart hammered like a stampede of horses with the fear that he would see her move and come scurrying up the tree as best he could.The Dead shifted his weight and the moon-deprived shadows compensated. His face was cut and bitten, and strips of decaying flesh hung loosely around his neck. His clothes were shredded and the tatters of camouflage garb that were visible were covered with stains in various stages of drying.Monroe.Jarren gave her a wide-eyed glance as recognition lit his face.
It quickly dissipated to subdued acceptance. They would have to kill him. It was their promise.Monroe had fallen the week before, on the same day she was bitten. Undermanned and outnumbered, he hadn’t made it out of the fight.She strained her eyes in the dark. Somethinghad to be left after humans were turned. Shades of memories, perhaps. Time and time again she had witnessed Deads instinctively stay close to friends, family, old homes, and haunts. Most would argue that when they were turned, they became something entirely different, forsaking anything that had ever made them human. She couldn’t help but question that line of thinking. If there was no human mental capacity left, then why had Monroe been following them for a week? Alone. And how had he known to look for them up in the tree when no other Dead had figured it out?Not seeing his quarry, Monroe the Dead shuffled off toward Mitchell and Guist’s tree.
Jarren motioned for her to stay put. He pulled a machete out of the front strings of his pack, as slowly and quietly as a sigh of wind.
A gun would be much easier, but too loud. It would draw other Deads.
Monroe turned as Jarren hit the ground.
A loud and inhuman bellow belched forth from his decaying vocal cords as he charged her brother.
Laney gripped the tree bark until the pads of her fingers screamed. It would have been easier if they were battling together, as a team. Fighting for her own life left no time to panic over his safety.The Dead tried to encircle Jarren with his arms, but he easily ducked and hit Monroe hard from behind.
Decayed muscle tone made Deads clumsy. They didn’t possess superhuman strength or speed, but what they did have were very few kill zones, making them extremely difficult to put down. They were also completely unaffected by pain. Their nerve endings died with their humanity.Monroe stumbled from the blow but righted himself and turned just in time to watch Jarren’s machete make its final arc toward his face.
“Sorry, old friend,” he murmured as Monroe crumpled in on himself and fell like a sack of stones to the pine needle blanketed earth.
(End Scene)-----ooooo-----
Note: No actual zombies were slain in the making of this blog. Love in the Time of the Dead secondary characters, Jarren Landry and Monroe-the-Dead, were portrayed by professional lego actors.
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Ten minutes of bone-chilling silence later, a lone Dead shuffled slowly through the woods below them.
The sheer mass of him said he was the hunter from the gas station, but he was alone. Odd. The Dead stopped and swiveled his head, scenting the air before he moved in the direction of their trees.
She froze. The last thing she wanted was to attract the thing. The Dead was one big son-of-a-gun, and she eyed the thin branches above for an escape. If she could add another fifteen feet to their distance from the monster, she would.Jarren smirked and made a calming gesture with his hand.
How was he always so unruffled by zombies?Laney took a deep breath as the Dead shuffled closer to their trees. Bad idea. She nearly gagged. The stench of a Dead at that proximity was overwhelming. She needed to settle down. Deads never look up for danger. She was safe in the tree. Safe, safe, safe.The monster shuffled ever closer and stopped just at the base of the pine tree they were frozen into.
He swiveled his head back and forth, back and forth, snuffling the air noisily.
What did it tell him? Could he smell them from down below? He turned his head slowly toward the trunk of the tree and snapped his head upward to look directly at her.
She stifled a shriek. His filmy, searching eye scoured the moonlight-soaked branches and she dared not even breathe. Her heart hammered like a stampede of horses with the fear that he would see her move and come scurrying up the tree as best he could.The Dead shifted his weight and the moon-deprived shadows compensated. His face was cut and bitten, and strips of decaying flesh hung loosely around his neck. His clothes were shredded and the tatters of camouflage garb that were visible were covered with stains in various stages of drying.Monroe.Jarren gave her a wide-eyed glance as recognition lit his face.
It quickly dissipated to subdued acceptance. They would have to kill him. It was their promise.Monroe had fallen the week before, on the same day she was bitten. Undermanned and outnumbered, he hadn’t made it out of the fight.She strained her eyes in the dark. Somethinghad to be left after humans were turned. Shades of memories, perhaps. Time and time again she had witnessed Deads instinctively stay close to friends, family, old homes, and haunts. Most would argue that when they were turned, they became something entirely different, forsaking anything that had ever made them human. She couldn’t help but question that line of thinking. If there was no human mental capacity left, then why had Monroe been following them for a week? Alone. And how had he known to look for them up in the tree when no other Dead had figured it out?Not seeing his quarry, Monroe the Dead shuffled off toward Mitchell and Guist’s tree.
Jarren motioned for her to stay put. He pulled a machete out of the front strings of his pack, as slowly and quietly as a sigh of wind.
A gun would be much easier, but too loud. It would draw other Deads.
Monroe turned as Jarren hit the ground.
A loud and inhuman bellow belched forth from his decaying vocal cords as he charged her brother.
Laney gripped the tree bark until the pads of her fingers screamed. It would have been easier if they were battling together, as a team. Fighting for her own life left no time to panic over his safety.The Dead tried to encircle Jarren with his arms, but he easily ducked and hit Monroe hard from behind.
Decayed muscle tone made Deads clumsy. They didn’t possess superhuman strength or speed, but what they did have were very few kill zones, making them extremely difficult to put down. They were also completely unaffected by pain. Their nerve endings died with their humanity.Monroe stumbled from the blow but righted himself and turned just in time to watch Jarren’s machete make its final arc toward his face.
“Sorry, old friend,” he murmured as Monroe crumpled in on himself and fell like a sack of stones to the pine needle blanketed earth.
(End Scene)-----ooooo-----
Note: No actual zombies were slain in the making of this blog. Love in the Time of the Dead secondary characters, Jarren Landry and Monroe-the-Dead, were portrayed by professional lego actors.
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