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Occupation
Occupation
Occupation
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"One thing about living in New Orleans I never could stomach...all the damn zombies." That seems to be the popular sentiment as the wild decadence and splendor of the Crescent City is underlined with the very real threat of a zombie apocalypse. In OCCUPATION, two best friends struggle to survive in a post-Katrina New Orleans in which several of the city’s residents have turned into mindless, ravenous zombies. Largely ignored by many in the city/state legislature, the city’s residents are forced to defend themselves against a mysterious epidemic that has many baffled as to the true nature of its origin.

Now on the heels of a city swept in the madness and hysteria of both Mardi Gras and the Super Bowl, two friends race against time in a last ditch effort to discover the truth behind the cause of the virus before it is too late. OCCUPATION is a funny, insightful and haunting story bringing a new twist on zombie folklore.

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Release dateSep 11, 2013
ISBN9781301388127
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LazarusInfinity

lazarusInfinity is a prolific artist heavily influenced by a who's who of incredible writers from Langston Hughes and Ernest Hemingway to August Wilson and Arthur Miller. Continuing to stretch creative boundaries in addition to playwriting and fiction, lazarusInfinity is currently at work on several screenplays along with another novel.

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    Occupation - LazarusInfinity

    OCCUPATION

    lazarusInfinity

    OCCUPATION

    Copyright © 2013 by lazarusInfinity at Smashwords. All rights reserved.

    No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission by the author.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Cover designed by Kit Foster Design:

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    COPYRIGHT

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    OCCUPATION

    OTHER WORKS BY lazarusInfinity

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    "Ain’t no grave can hold my body down

    Ain’t no grave can hold my body down

    When I hear that trumpet sound

    I’m gonna rise right out of the ground

    Ain’t no grave can hold my body down."

    -Johnny Cash

    OCCUPATION

    3 FEB 2013-19:30:45

    You see, the problem with this country nowadays is nobody has the gumption to bite into the heart of the problem anymore, the man said as he cut deeply into the gorgeous mass of beef served on an elegant dish before him. King cut prime rib courtesy of the Rib Room in the French Quarter had been a favorite of his for many years. A popular haunt for high society figures, celebrities and the upper echelon of the city’s pecking order, the Rib Room was more of a tradition for his family than a casual dining experience. With its refined décor, impeccable service and the finest selection of culinary delights, Joseph Devereaux savored every bit of juicy flavor as the fork entered his mouth. Medium rare; incredible flavor with just a little blood to satiate his refined palate. Man was made to devour flesh every now and then. It was natural; a primal way of life that he understood all too well and often incorporated into the business world.

    A well-known and respected figure in Louisiana political circles for many years, he was a tall, boisterous figure of a man with his well-tailored suits and gallant Southern charm. Making his living off the family business in sugarcane, cotton and various securities, he was also one of those guys behind the iron curtain of politics that became the stuff of legend. His father, the late Alexander Devereaux was an old running buddy of guys like Huey P. Long and Clay Shaw. Through various contacts behind the scenes, he’d even helped Clay Shaw found the historic New Orleans Trade Mart. In those days, the Devereaux family also had a rather discreet history of gun running. Coupled with their trade negotiations with Cuba, El Salvador and various parts of Latin America, the profitable partnership helped the family live as high on the hog as possible. Eventually things began to turn sour in the summer of 1963, during the anti-Castro movement when Lee Harvey Oswald was spotted handing out pro-Castro leaflets down on Canal St. This was already a bit of a sore subject, as history would later prove Oswald to be a pawn of various channels within the U.S. government. The American intelligence community in those days had plans of their own, not just on the Castro issue but also in organized crime along with the Vietnam War. Eventually tensions would grow high, brimming to a fever pitch one humid day in November of 1963 when John F. Kennedy, the 35th President of the United States was assassinated.

    Sitting next to his wife Delphine, quite the respected socialite as well, the Devereaux clan’s historic ties in Louisiana corruption and organized crime made them a powerful force to be reckoned with for many years. From the days of working hand in hand with former governor Edwin Edwards, the family even had ties with the infamous ‘Godfather of New Orleans’ in Carlos Marcello. Quite the formidable figure in her own right, while many saw Joseph Devereaux as the head of the family, many who knew them personally saw Delphine as the power behind the throne. Hell, in some social circles, she was the throne, and reveled in the knowledge of this as she bit down on a generous portion of prime rib herself. Rare. Bloody. Perfect.

    "This country’s gone to Hell in a

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