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    Zac Zombie 2: World of the Undead
    Zac Zombie 2: World of the Undead
    Zac Zombie 2: World of the Undead
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    Zac Zombie 2: World of the Undead

    By Eduard Joseph

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    Zac Zombie is back in the second thrilling book of this popular novella series.

    Along with Michelle and Alex, Zac sets out to find survivors in a world ruled by the undead, and possibly locate his mother.

    The third book in this series will be available from May 2014.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEduard Joseph
    Release dateFeb 10, 2014
    ISBN9781310903281
    Zac Zombie 2: World of the Undead
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    Eduard Joseph

    Eduard Joseph lives in Cape Town South Africa and has been writing since a young age. His first book "Freaks want love too" was rejected by numerous publishers in 2005.In 2013 he decided to go the self-publishing route and his first novel hit online stores. It was a success on Amazon.com until it was removed by the author due to royalty issues.Eduard Joseph loves writing what's in his heart, and thus writes about anything from romance, comedy, horror and suspense.His latest novella, The Mandela Effect, tells the story about Stephen who unravels the biggest secret in human history and the truth behind false memories in a thrilling mystery setting.

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      Zac Zombie 2 - Eduard Joseph

      Book 2: World of the dead

      By Eduard Joseph

      Published by Eduard Joseph

      Smashwords edition

      Copyright 2014 Eduard Joseph

      Front cover design by Eduard Joseph

      Cover illustration: stock photo

      This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are

      not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. Any resemblance to any person or

      persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

      All Rights Reserved

      The right of Eduard Joseph to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him under the South African Copyright Act of 1978 (as amended).

      Twitter: @TheEduardJoseph

      #ZacZombie

      Facebook: facebook.com/zaczombiebook

      To keep up to date with any upcoming books, you can follow the author on his official Facebook or Twitter accounts.

      IF YOU ENJOY ZOMBIE BOOKS, YOU MIGHT WANT TO TRY THE FOLLOWING BOOKS BY EDUARD JOSEPH:

      - Zac Zombie: Slayer of the undead (Book 1)

      - How to date a corpse

      - The Town*

      - Morgue of the living (Short story)

      OTHER FICTION BY EDUARD JOSEPH:

      - Freaks want love too

      - The Thirst

      - When there is blood on the moon (Short story)

      - Trick or treat (Short story)

      - Ultimatum (short story)

      - Welcome to the neighbourhood (Short story)

      - God’s gonna cut you down

      * Contains Biblical references which might upset sensitive readers

      1

      It’s only been a few hours since the gates of hell spewed out the unwanted dead upon our town, but it felt like an eternity. You could barely walk down the street without at least five of the walking corpses attacking you.

      All humanity was stripped from Kingston Valley. Everyone in town was a mere shell of the person they used to be; a shell that now craved human flesh. Mr Peters was no longer the quiet neighbour down the street with the perfect rose bushes, Mrs Cornwell was no longer the town gossip with the freshest stories and the mailman was no longer greeting everyone as he went on his merry way. No; everyone was a hungry, rotting corpse walking mindlessly up and down looking for their next victims.

      I could see from Michelle’s demeanour that she was still rattled about the undead and being thrown into a tree on two different occasions. Her hair were locks of filth, but she was still the most beautiful girl in the world – probably the only one left alive and I intended to keep it that way.

      We walked down Elm Street – yes, our town actually had a street called Elm – and all was quiet around us. The sun had set about an hour earlier, but the streetlamps were not switched on. Our only source of light came from the last few sunrays from behind the mountains on the horizon.

      I took a hold of Michelle’s hand and she instantly tightened her grip. Her palm was sweaty and her hand was trembling. She kept staring at the trees and undergrowth that lined the street, half expecting the devil to jump out at us.

      We will be alright. I said, breaking the silence.

      Michelle turned to me and smiled, though I could see she forced it. She turned her attention to the bushes next to the street again. I found myself also keeping a watchful eye on the trees and bushes around us; things were too quiet to my liking. It was the calm before the storm, but I had no idea when the storm would break.

      When we got to number 39, I recognized the beaten up car in the driveway as belonging to Bradley Cross. He was the town nut and always ranted and raved about the end of the world being near. I vividly remember him always stockpiling canned foods at the supermarket in case of an emergency. His house would make a good spot to spend the night.

      We should spend the night here. I said as we got to the front gate.

      Michelle stared at the house with scrutiny and I could tell she did not like the look of the house. Okay, I have to admit the house looked more like a military bunker than a house, but isn’t that what you want during World War Zombie?

      I know it looks like a torture chamber, but it is our best option. I said.

      Michelle sighed, looked at me and gave me an approving nod. She shifted her hand in mine, but never loosened her grip as I reached for the gate. The gate squeaked like cat being trampled as it opened and I stopped halfway listening for any looming trouble. When it was clear that nobody heard the noise, I cautiously pushed the gate open while trying to keep the squeaking down to a minimal. We walked up to the front door and when I turned the knob, the door opened. I have to admit that a chill ran down my spine at that moment. If the door was open it could mean many things, but the most worrying thing could be that the occupants were dead… and walking around in the house.

      Zac… Michelle whispered, I don’t like the looks of this.

      I knew I could not steer her into danger, nor could I leave her outside for the night. I took the axe that hung from my belt like a gun in a holster and gripped it with both hands.

      Stay behind me. I told Michelle.

      She quickly stepped behind me, grasped my upper arms and glanced over my shoulder at the open door. It was a nice feeling to be the hero for once. Who would have guessed that a nerd like me would keep a damsel in distress safe from the undead? This was cool… I was cool.

      I pressed the head of the axe against the door and pushed it open. The hallway was dark and lined with boxes. I could not make out what boxes they were or how many there were. I could not see anyone, nor hear any movements in the house.

      Hello? I called out.

      Perhaps it was not the best idea to call out into an empty house, the dead will not answer and say: Ah, yes! We are in the kitchen and will be right out to eat your brains.

      The house was quiet. I listened for any signs of life (or the lack thereof) and then stepped into the hallway with Michelle closely behind me. The floorboards creaked as I stepped on them, but it was the only sound in the house.

      Is anybody alive in here? I called out.

      Hang on! We said we’ll be right out to eat your flesh!

      Nothing. The house was quiet except for Michelle’s heavy breathing in my neck, which was kind of turning me on, but at the wrong time.

      I turned around to close the door and Michelle scuffled along as she clung to me like a barnacle. I closed the door, locked it and put the chain up. Now that I was certain nothing could come in, it was time to explore and make sure that there weren’t any dead inside. We walked down the hallway of creaking floorboards and entered the kitchen to the left. Though it was dark, I could see that it was deserted. Towards the other side of the kitchen was a door that led to something. I opened the door and found that it was a pantry – a pantry that was stock to the ceiling with canned food. It was a relief as it meant one less thing to worry about.

      We walked through to the living room which was deserted. The living room was simple and had one couch, no TV, a fireplace and an old record player. Bradley was clearly not a man for technology.

      Next we checked the bathroom and

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