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    Undead Ahead: Zombies
    Undead Ahead: Zombies
    Undead Ahead: Zombies
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    Undead Ahead: Zombies

    By Lisa McCourt Hollar

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    A collection of Zombie tales, Undead ahead begins with Dreams of the Damned, a story where the undead cross paths with a psychopath. Dennis is haunted by his failings; his mother, father and wife were killed by the zombie's that have infested the world and they blame him. Locked in the basement, his familly haunts his dreams and even his waking hours.

    The Cold and Dark explores a world where The Cold Ones come out at night, leaving a Kingdom in terror. Riders have gone for help, their King is absent and the survivors know their days are numbered. Is their King responsible for the un-dead army?

    Other tales include: First Wave: The Beginning, No Safeway Out, Zombie Meal, Shop Til You Drop, Zombie Beach, Swingin’ To Live, The Twilight of Man,The Day of Retribution and a preview of The Second Wave: A Post-Apocalyptic Tale.

    Undead Ahead is a collaboration between husband and wife, Jeffrey Hollar and Lisa McCourt Hollar and is one collection you will want to add to your library.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBroken Eggshell Publications
    Release dateOct 30, 2012
    ISBN9781301901876
    Undead Ahead: Zombies
    Author

    Lisa McCourt Hollar

    Indie Publisher of short stories, mainly YA, Zombie Tales, and Children's Stories. Sometimes the genres collide.

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      Undead Ahead - Lisa McCourt Hollar

      Undead Ahead Vol. 1

      Zombies

      By Lisa McCourt Hollar

      And

      Jeffrey Hollar

      Smashwords Edition

      First publication 2012

      All rights reserved

      Copyright ©2012 Lisa McCourt Hollar, Jeffrey Hollar All rights reserved

      Cover Art ©Sarah Sprague

      Jezri’s Nightmares

      http://www.lisamccourthollar.com

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      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only and may not be reproduced in any form without express written consent from the authors.

      Table of Contents

      Dreams of the Damned

      In the Cold and Dark

      First Wave: The Beginning

      No Safeway Out

      Zombie Meal

      Shop Til You Drop

      Zombie Beach

      Swingin’ To Live

      The Twilight of Man

      The Day of Retribution

      Preview:

      The Second Wave: A Post-Apocalyptic Tale

      Dreams of the Damned

      By Lisa McCourt Hollar

      His dreams were haunted by the dead. Amy accused him of abandoning her; his mother hissed that he was worthless. His father… his father chased him down the hall, his belt slapping against the wall.

      Boy, when I get hold of you, SLAP, you won’t be able to, SLAP, sit down for a week.

      I’m sorry, sir. I tried. I couldn’t stop them.

      Coward, his father accused.

      He turned the corner, heading for the back door and Amy was there, blocking his path. Her face was bloody, pieces of her skin missing, torn off by sharpened teeth. Bugs crawled in and out of jagged wounds.

      Oh, God, Amy. He skidded to a stop, falling to his knees. Amy, I’m so sorry, I tried.

      You let them eat me. Her voice came out an angry hiss, blood bubbling out the hole in her throat.

      No, I swear, I tried to get here on time. I tried, Amy, please believe me.

      LIAR! She advanced, her hands reaching for him. You’re a coward Dennis, you hid and left us out here.

      You ran and hid. His mother stood behind him, her breath rotten, the foul smell of death wafting down, assaulting him.

      No… No, I was going to come back for you. I tried. I couldn’t.

      Amy’s fingers gripped his hair, forcing Dennis to look up at her. I was alive when their teeth ripped into my face.

      They ate my nose, son. My nose, after all that money your dad spent to have it fixed.

      Dennis rolled his eyes to the side. His mother’s nose was indeed gone.

      I’m sorry, mama, I didn’t know what to do.

      You ran, Amy hissed.

      You hid, his mother accused.

      You can’t, SLAP, hide, SLAP, forever.

      Dennis woke with a start, his screams, dying on his lips, echoed off the walls of the cellar. Shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, he listened for indication he’d been heard and was rewarded by the sound of the dead dragging their broken limbs across the floor above him.

      Damn.

      Listening to the monsters stomp around up there, Dennis’s shaking fingers reached for the cancer he’d smoked since he was fifteen. Amy always told him the tar would kill him. Dennis laughed at the irony now. Climbing out of bed, an old mattress he’d drug down into the storm shelter, he climbed to the top of the stairs. Putting his ear to the door, he listened. Had they heard him?

      The dead had been in his house before and had even tried to knock the door down on several occasions. The door, made of steel, was solid and remained intact, despite their efforts. The moans coming through didn’t give any indication he’d been heard. There was a loud crash and an incoherent yelp. He put his eye to the keyhole.

      There were two of them in the kitchen. They looked young, but it was hard for Dennis to tell for sure. Half the face was missing off of one and the other had an eyeball dangling from an empty socket. The two were fighting, over what, Dennis couldn’t tell. Then he saw it, an arm.

      Where did they get that from? Dennis wondered.

      Dennis winced as the taller of the two zombies whacked the shorter one with the severed limb, recalling his father’s belt slap, slapping down the hall.

      You left us.

      He shook his head, refusing to listen to Amy’s accusations, not while death lurked so close. If there was an arm, there had to be a body. Had someone wandered in while he slept, someone alive?

      The thought sent a chill through him, fear seizing his heart. The thought of the living scared him worse than the dead. The living could think. The living could reason. The living could kill him while he slept.

      There’s been people in the past try to get down into the cellar. Dennis had bullets then and had shot each of them as they came through the door. That’s the other thing people could do; figure out how to jimmy a lock.

      Their faces came back to him. His best friend, Michael, had been one of the ones to try and get in the cellar.

      Come on, Dennis, there’s room for all of us down there.

      No there’s not, Dennis yelled, pointing his gun at Michael. The food will run out and the more that’s down here, the easier it will be to find us. Those things can smell, ya know. Now get! I don’t want to kill you.

      If you send me back out there, I’m as good as dead.

      If you come down here, you are. Dennis pulled the safety, to show he was serious.

      Did you see what they did to Amy?

      Dennis closed his eyes. Shaking his head, he tried to wash the memory of her body away. She at least would never turn into one of those things.

      Amy. His voice choked. In his mind he was bent over her body. Her throat was ripped open, her insides strewn across the room. He lifted her, pulling her into his arms. She’d been the only woman he’d ever loved. Not even his own mother had elicited any emotion out of him, but Amy, Amy was different. His hand went to the back of her head. There was nothing there.

      Dennis had found her lying on the floor next to the fireplace. Looking up, he saw the gore on the mantle left by her brains.

      Did you see her, Dennis? Michael asked. What they did to her? He moved his foot down a step.

      Dennis cocked the gun.

      Dennis, were you here when they ate her? When they ate your mother? Where were you? How could you let them do that?

      Stop it!

      Dennis, you’re going to have to shoot me. Michael took another step. It was the last step he’d taken.

      Dennis sat, shell shocked before he’d finally gotten up and dragged Michael into the kitchen. Then he opened the back door and rolled him out. The dead eventually found him and ate what they could, while Dennis sat at the top of the cellar steps, listening.

      ***

      Covered in the blood and gore of the dead, Jason walked down the street, matching the halting strides of those around him. He fought back the bile that rose in his throat as the stench assaulted his nostrils. All around him mindless souls wandered, brushing up against his ragged coat, their dead fingers grazing against his. He did nothing to call their attention to the fact that he was still alive.

      Chloe was out here somewhere. The image of his little girl was embedded in his mind. She had seen her mother from the window and ran out the door, calling to her. He’d tried to stop her, but his feet were too slow. The shock of seeing Zoe had been too much, his legs had turned to Jell-O… and then the realization that his daughter was running towards a monster.

      Chloe knew her mistake when she was just within reach of the creature. No longer her mother, the thing had reached for the five year old, hungry, and needing to feed. Chloe, agile, had ducked the zombies grasp and ran.

      Struggling against the urge to call out for her, Jason swiped at the intestines he’d painstakingly wrapped around his

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