Prisons are supposed to keep the people on the outside safe.
When the dead walk, the very structures that protect society may become fortresses that protect those on the inside from the rest of the world...
But...
Can there really be any safe place when the dead seek to devour the living? And what happens when there is nobody left to turn the key? Will a slow, agonizing death from starvation be preferable to taking one's chances with the undead?
There may be no place left to run after ZOMBIE: Lockdown.
When I began writing, it started as a form of escapism. When I began typing, it was as a result of a ploy by a high school English teacher to get me to use 'new' technology: a laptop. The thing was monstrous and looked more like a foldup card table than the sleek little Mac laptop I write most of my stories on these days. Ironically, I wrote the first draft of my first novel, NEMESIS, on that old laptop.
Fast forward a couple of decades and I've got a few books out there, including NEMESIS in its final polished incarnation. My English teacher would be so proud. Maybe.
I write under several pseudonyms, including Suzanne Madron, James Glass, and Xircon.
My new hobby is to take pictures and get autographs of anyone who might recognize me.