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    Zombie Gundown and Other Tales
    Zombie Gundown and Other Tales
    Zombie Gundown and Other Tales
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    Zombie Gundown and Other Tales

    By SC Ringgenberg

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    Flesh-eating zombies invade a biker bar! Is it an isolated incident, or a ghastly foretaste of a nation-wide plague of zombies? Harry Black and his girlfriend Irena have to survive the first zombie onslaught in order to find out while society crashes and burns all around them.

    Synwulfe, one of the most feared bounty hunters in the solar system, battles an army of homicidal mutant warriors to rescue an armored vehicle full of alluring and beautiful women. But their great beauty conceals a deadly secret. After saving the women from a hideous death, will Synwulfe become their next victim?

    The starship U.N.S. Tsiolkovsky voyages to Rigel 5 on what the crew thinks will be a standard search and rescue mission. But the tables quickly turn when the rescue party becomes trapped and is being picked off one by one by a terrifying alien force unlike anything they’ve ever encountered.

    Three Tales of terror and adventure by Author S. C. Ringgenberger await those who dare in Zombie Gundown and Other Tales from Pro Se Productions!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPro Se Press
    Release dateSep 7, 2014
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      Zombie Gundown and Other Tales - SC Ringgenberg

      ZOMBIE GUNDOWN AND OTHER TALES

      by S.C. Ringgenberg

      Published by Pro Se Press at Smashwords

      This book is a work of fiction. All of the characters in this publication are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. No part or whole of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the permission in writing of the publisher.

      Zombie Gundown and Other Tales

      Copyright © 2014 S.C. Ringgenberg

      All rights reserved.

      Table of Contents

      ZOMBIE GUNDOWN AT THE RED ONION LOUNGE

      BRIDES OF THE WASTELAND

      THE LURKER IN SHADOW

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      ZOMBIE GUNDOWN AT THE RED ONION LOUNGE

      It was right after Tiger had gotten 86’d from the Onion, as he usually did at some point every night, before any of us noticed the weird shit going down in the parking lot. J.D., the heavily tattooed, bad-ass punk bartender, had frog-marched the big retard out the front door with a stern warning not to come back that night, despite Tiger’s vociferous protests that he hadn’t done anything. He left yelling curses at J.D., at the Deacon, the Onion’s long-suffering owner, Cassie and Zephyr, the two young biker chicks whose complaints about Tiger getting too touchy-feely had gotten him kicked out, and at anyone else whose name his drug and booze-addled brain could dredge up. Then, suddenly his hoarse shouts grew louder and more shrill, morphing into high-pitched screaming for help.

      What the fuck…? J.D. muttered irritably, vaulting over the bar to see what was happening in the parking lot. Curious, I followed, too, and was looking over J.D.’s shoulder when he threw open the front door.

      Tiger stood in the center of the parking lot, surrounded by three bummy-looking guys, his eyes wide with terror. The three bums kept lurching at him, trying to grab his arms and hands, but Tiger, crazy with fear, kept shoving them back.

      Hey—you guys leave him alone! J.D. shouted. The three dark figures took no heed of him and kept on coming at Tiger. Finally, one of them got a hold of Tig’s arm. It got really ugly and fucked-up strange after that, because that bum leaned his head down and bit off Tiger’s left pinky and ring finger.

      You crazy motherfucker! I heard myself shouting, "What’s wrong with you?"

      Those words seemed to register with the bum who’d bit Tiger, because he turned to look at us, his jaws absently chomping on Tig’s severed fingers, which made blood and drool run down his dirty chin. His face and shirtfront were caked with what looked like dried blood, but it was his eyes that chilled me the most. There was no light of intelligence in those eyes. In fact, there was nothing. The bum’s eyes had the glazed, gray look of a corpse’s.

      I took this all in within fractions of a second. A moment later, my attention was on the screaming Tiger, as the remaining two bums barreled into him, knocking his heavy body to the ground. Though it didn’t seem like they could move very fast, the other two bums clamped onto his wildly flailing arms and bit down, tearing big chunks of fat and muscle from Tig’s beefy arms.

      Oh, Jesus, help meeee! he screamed shrilly. Those were his last intelligible words before his vocalizations became nothing but loud, nerve-jangling screaming.

      I stood there paralyzed by the horror of it all. Fortunately, J.D. has seen it all in his years as a bartender, so he was more cool-headed. Instantly, he pushed past me and darted around the corner to the rack of pool cues. He came around the corner at a dead run carrying two cues. He shoved one of them into my hand as he passed, muttering, C’mon, goddamnit!

      That’s all it took to break my paralysis. I followed him, swinging my cue up, hefting it like a baseball bat. J.D. was already way ahead of me. He nimbly dodged around the bum who’d eaten Tig’s fingers when the crazy bastard lunged at him. The lanky bartender fell on the other two bums chewing on Tiger like the wrath of God, smacking them in their heads several times in the space of about two seconds. His pool cue was a light-colored blur in the parking lot’s dim light.

      Seeing him go at them like that got me pumped up, so I ran at the bum J.D. had dodged.

      "Come on, you sick bastard—Why don’t you try me?" I snarled.

      He didn’t answer; he just came at me with the same dead-eyed gaze I noticed before, not even moving very fast. His filthy, bloody hands were outstretched like claws. I smacked his hands away and cracked him across the forehead with the butt of the cue, expecting him to drop. It staggered him back, but he lurched upright and came at me again even though I could see a big dent in his forehead like I’d caved in part of his skull without breaking the skin.

      He’s not going down, I thought. That scared the shit out of me, so I shouted with false bravado, Oh, so you want some more, huh?

      I cracked him across his jaw line, hearing his jaw break and seeing teeth scattering in all directions. The weird thing was that there was no blood when I hit him. Weirder still, the crazy fucker just shrugged off the blow and kept coming at me. I was really scared, but now I was starting to get pissed off.

      Won’t go down, huh? Well, fuck you! I shouted and brought the butt of the pool cue down on his forehead as hard as I could. That blow must have landed just right, because I saw the skin on his forehead split open, and heard the sickening crunch of bone breaking. He shuddered for a second like an epileptic having a fit, and then dropped like a puppet whose strings were cut.

      Fuck! Finally! I panted.

      I’d been so preoccupied with the seemingly invincible bum I was fighting that I hadn’t paid any attention to J.D. In the back of my mind I noticed that Tiger’s screaming had stopped, but that was all until I saw J.D. backing away from the remaining two bums, swinging his cue wildly in front of himself.

      A little help, goddamnit! he shouted.

      I took a step towards the nearer of the two bums, but then heard the Deacon’s calm voice drawling, Step to your right, Harry, followed immediately by a loud concussion and the swift rush of buckshot flying past my ear. Simultaneously, I experienced the hot sting of a shotgun pellet tearing into my left tricep.

      Shit! I howled, grabbing at the wound with my other hand.

      The nearest bum’s side exploded in a cascade of bone fragments and intestines as he was knocked sideways. At the same time, J.D. advanced on the other one and clubbed him across the brow. That bum went down to his knees, but slowly got up again, and began his inexorable lurch forward.

      I started toward J.D. again, but skidded to a stop when I saw the bum Deacon had shot push himself up off the asphalt. As if he hadn’t noticed getting blasted with a sawed-off shotgun, he continued after J.D., even though loops of small intestine were spilling out of his side where two loads of buckshot had ripped him open. With every step, more of his intestines came spilling out until he stepped on a strand of intestine and tripped himself up, hitting his chin with a meaty impact that would have knocked a normal man cold.

      By this time, the Deacon had sauntered up beside me and I could hear the voices of the Onion’s regulars in the doorway behind me.

      I noticed his tightly clenched jaw muscles clenching and unclenching as he pushed two new shells into the sawed-off.

      He closed the breech with a sharp click, then without seeming to aim, brought the stubby shotgun up and let the standing bum have it with both barrels, in a blast of fire and steel shot that took most of

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