Today is a self-promotion day, with information about my first ebook, published by Musa Publishing last year. You can view the cover for it in the column of photos on the right. "Dead Reckoning" is one of the book choices being given away to winners of the Horror Trivia Quizzes or for winners of the random drawing of all Coffin Hop post commenters (see original Coffin Hop post about the rules for more detail). Additionally, at the bottom is info about the just released anthology I'm a part of. Enjoy!
Dead Reckoning blurb:
Kurt Minnifield is a fledgling actor playing a zombie in a low budget horror movie. The director and crew decide to move their shooting to lovely and isolated
… only they
don’t get proper permission. Watkins
Victor Newsome is a thirteen year old trying to both shed his nerdy image and learn outdoor skills at a special survival camp. After teaching the boys how to make shelter and kill their own food, the counselors decide to take a day trip to the neighboring state park—Watkins.
A series of ethical lapses, poor decisions, and bad luck lead to a colossal misunderstanding. Violence erupts as both sides fight desperately against a dangerous set of foes. Who will be more savage—the literal “monsters,” or the boys equipped with deadly weapons, and the knowledge of how to use them?
Dead Reckoning excerpt:
Kurt struggled to catch up as the unknown actor continued to track the other zombies. Now he saw that the other actors must have seen or heard the guy—they’d turned around and were advancing on him. The guy wasn’t Chris, or Rickey, or Gene, either, this was definitely some new actor. So what happens now? No one had any special effects things on that he could see, so unless this man ran away the unscripted, natural shooting was over.
The actor wasn’t fleeing. He raised his gun and aimed it at the zombie in front, Will. His hand shook for a second, and then he fired.
The crack of the shot was loud, and Kurt nearly fell over in shock. That was no blank! That sounded real! What the fuck? And then he turned his head to look at Will. Blood was running from a hole in his chest. Kurt gasped. Will had been the last zombie to be made up before Kurt—he was positive that T.J. hadn’t put any squibs on him.
Will had stopped, and his zombie claws went to the wound, and he stared at the hole wonderingly. The zombies nearest him—Tabby, Henry, and Ed, all dropped their arms down and were staring at Will too, and then back at the mystery man with astonished expressions on their faces.
The guy hesitated, and then raised his gun a little, and fired again. There was a second boom, and then Will’s eye broke up, followed almost immediately by the back of his head. Blood, and pieces of whitish skull and grayish brains splattered out, onto the forest floor, and even slightly on Tabby’s arm. Will fell on his side with a strange gurgling sound.
Holy Shit! thought Kurt. That was no squib either. This was real! This guy is psycho! He watched as Tabby took off, into the bushes to the side of the clearing. Henry and Ed crouched by Will’s body, and struggled to communicate with the alien assassin. They waved their arms wildly, trying to signal “Stop” with their palms held up. Their grunting was noticeably louder, but still inarticulate. Kurt started to walk across the clearing to join the group.
The armed man paused a moment more, and then aimed once again. The two zombies tried to duck behind Will’s slumped corpse. Two shots whined past, and then a third hit Henry in the shoulder. Just then he whirled in Kurt’s direction and fired again, just as Kurt threw up his hands. As soon as the gunman turned, Ed and Henry were in the bushes right behind Tabby.
Fire rushed through Kurt’s left hand, just above the wrist. He groaned as he saw blood, and tendons, and even bone through the hole in his mangled hand. He dove to the ground, just as another bullet hit a tree right where his head had been. And then he was gone, tearing through the bushes and trees almost without looking.
The man trotted up to Will’s body, and kicked at it curiously. He looked briefly at the spot where the hand-shot zombie had disappeared, and then he turned back and went after the first three zombies.
It hadn’t been thirty seconds when the first fly landed on Will’s destroyed head, took off, and then landed again. Soon a large crowd of them was jockeying for a prime position.
I'm happy to announce that "Undead Living" is now available, from Sunbury Press. This 14 story anthology consists of stories "about the undead in contemporary society." My contribution to this book is a story about a man tormented by vengeful ghosts.... a lot of vengeful ghosts. The address is: www.sunburypress.com and it can be found in the "New Releases" Section.
And, as usual, the address for the Coffin Hop is: http://www.coffinhop.com