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Vengeful Deads
Vengeful Deads
Vengeful Deads
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Afterlife for most of the undead in Thumbstown goes on as normal, but one of them is not rotting in peace. His girlfriend has betrayed him and the heartbroken stiff is out for blood. Little does he know but revenge will take him on a journey that will change the future of zombies in Hellard County forever.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKimble Bewley
Release dateMar 13, 2014
ISBN9781310967016
Vengeful Deads
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Kimble Bewley

Kimble Bewley is a brand new author, exploding right out of the word processing womb. For his first tale, and following the genre closest to his big cold heart, he brings to you the humorously horrifying Jail of the Dead. Kimble is naturally a funny man (usually when he least expects it), so a few years ago he started experimenting in the arts of performing and writing. He has played an idiot and a fool on a community stage, stood up and made audiences laugh on the comedic stage, and played the silent psychopath on the indie screen. While that was all fun and fulfilling, there was a whole other world inside his big head just begging to be made into a book, and he was quickly running out of space for anything else. So, by stretching reality and building off of his history of working in corrections, he dove into writing Jail of the Dead. Jail of the Dead is sure to be an original; a clever mockery of the penal system, accompanied with supernatural ridiculousness definitely makes it a page turner. The zombies will not be run of the mill; they will be horribly needy but excellent landscapers. The ghost will not be idle and reclusive; they will be perverted, and chemically imbalanced. And...if you think that is all, you are wrong; the vampires will not be immortal, unless of course, they stay on a healthy diet of lean blood with plenty of hemoglobin. Are you starting to get it yet? Read Kimble’s first book and please your emotional taste buds with terrorifically creative fun!

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    Vengeful Deads

    Kimble Bewley

    Published by Kimble Bewley at Smashwords

    Copyright 2014 Kimble Bewley

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination (unless otherwise noted). Any resemblance to any locales, events or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic format without express permission from the author. Please do not participate or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

    Acknowledgements

    I would like to thank Tony Lee for his tireless work and guiding me on my creative path. He is a patient and outstanding teacher.

    Jack Wallen has also had a huge part in both of my books. He has helped bring my imagination to life and been meticulous in giving it a face.

    I would also like to thank Megan Bryant for all of her efforts in life and love. It’s easy to say, without her I would not be where am today.

    Bill Tucker died in 2003, in Thumbstown, Kentucky, at the prime age of thirty-two. His passing was attributed to natural causes, but was in reality a painfully ironic accident. Death has its little jokes and that was the man’s last thought.

    It’s just a little prick.

    That’s what the nurse said when he got his zombie-itis inoculation. First off, that was a lie, for the needle was big as a toothpick, but he was a big boy about it and didn’t cry because the shot was important. Preventing the zombie virus was just like that of any other pathogen. You weakened the virus and injected it into the body, so the immune system can build up antibodies.

    Don’t worry, she said. You might run a fever for a day or two but it’ll pass.

    Bill was assured that only the elderly and children were at risk when getting the shot and even then, the chances of death were hundreds of thousands, if not millions, to one. That’s good, right? What’s a little fever compared to dying and rising again as one of the undead? Better safe than sorry, he told himself, and left the clinic that fateful day feeling good.

    That night was a different story. Fever and chills started, followed by the worst headache of his life, along with stomach pain and vomiting. It’s OK, he told himself, just drink some water and sleep it off. Everything would be better tomorrow. But the next morning he couldn’t even get out of bed. The agony and nausea were gone. His limbs, however, were as heavy as iron and calling an ambulance was an extreme feat, even with his cell two mere feet away.

    The doctors knew what it was right away from Bill’s cold purple skin, but they could do nothing to help. The test showed it was unusually aggressive, already in his brain and irreversible. The very thing that was supposed to save him was killing him.

    One in a million chance! the baffled doctor proclaimed, A freak occurrence!

    Had he been able to, Bill would have punched the quack square in the jaw, but he was paralyzed. The only thing he could do was wait for death and they made him as comfortable as possible.

    The next day, Bill Tucker the zombie twitched to afterlife inside the cooler at Hellard’s county morgue. Just like most undead-borns, he was scared, hungry, and attacked the first living thing he saw. It was only a small bite and the attendant was fine, but he couldn’t avoid an assault charge because of morgue policy. Bill was taken to the county’s Jail of the Dead and later appeared in court. He was convicted of Z-Assault 4th, a misdemeanor and had to do thirty days.

    While the verdict would be no big deal to some zombies, Bill had never been in trouble and didn’t take it as lightly. The uncomfortable steel and concrete that boxed him in was unforgiving and his cellmates, mostly repeat offenders, were intimidating and often belligerent. They took his meals and toilet paper, leaving him starved and gruesomely unhygienic. The time ticked away slowly and it didn’t help being new to zombie physiology and appetite. The never-ending hunger for flesh and restraining rigor mortis were major obstacles but through it all, he kept it together. When the stint was up he promised himself he would never go back.

    Another thing he could not go back to was his old life. Zombies are their own specie and, despite being human once, are completely segregated. In other words, he lost his job and family and had to start all over.

    Since then, he has spent his afterlife in his hometown, mostly bereft, but has stayed busy working for a small landscaping op. The pay didn’t provide him much, but through arduous saving and a strict budget he got a car with a trailer that he hoped to pay off in thirty more years — if he rotted that long. A zombie’s unlifespan is predicated on many things, including diet and exercise. There were preservatives to add years but Bill couldn’t afford the expensive salts and embalming fluids. Thankfully, his active work routines kept him fit so he was decomposing well.

    While few zombies are lucky enough to stay with their families, others that are not often group together. Bill, though, chose to live alone and mind his own business. He figured

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