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AtoZ2014: Menu

Menu

Carmen and Doug backtracked to the front desk having noticed the wall of keys that hung behind it. It was lucky for them since physical keys meant they wouldn’t have to break down any doors. With the hotel having lost power, there was no way of telling if any magnetic locks would have remained secure unless they tried them—real keys meant they didn’t have to worry. It also meant they could lock the door behind them, giving them a feeling of security against any others who might wander through the hotel looking for safety.

Grabbing all of the keys for the first and second floor, they set off up the stairs to see which rooms still had minibar items. Cautiously opening the first door, they found the room fairly untouched. Clothes and luggage had been left behind in the haste to leave, but that was the only thing that spoke to the room having been used before the event. It never crossed their mind as they searched that all the keys had been in place behind the front desk…

Grabbing up the bottles of water, soda pop, chocolate bars and packages of macadamia nuts, they moved onto the next room. It continued like that for a few hours before it got too dark for them to see where there were going. Deciding to stay in the second room they entered on the second floor, they laid out their haul on one of the double beds.

“Look at all of this! I feel like we’ve won the lottery,” Doug said as fingered one of the chocolate bars they’d found.

“I know, but we need to be careful about what we eat. We could easily go overboard and shock our systems with all this sugar” Carmen returned as she stared at the pile on the clean-ish sheets. “If we ration this, it should last us a few weeks.”

Doug lay down on the other bed, propping his hands behind his head. “Hey, how about we order some room service? I’m sure they have a menu somewhere…”

Carmen shot him a look, thinking it cruel he brought up gourmet food when there was no way they’d be able to have any of it. Her stomach growled as she answered, “Stop playing around Doug, it’s not funny.”

“Sorry.” Doug’s eyes were downcast, letting Carmen know he’d only been trying to have some fun with her.

Feeling bad, she plucked up a chocolate bar, a packet of nuts and a can of Coke Zero, and climbed onto the bed beside him. Holding them out to him as a peace offering, she said, “Let’s indulge a little tonight? Surely we’ve earned it.”

Doug’s smile was answer enough. “Hey maybe we can check out the kitchen tomorrow? There might be lots of canned goods left untouched.”

“Sure thing babe, we’ll check tomorrow.”

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AtoZ21014: Lift

Lift

High-tailing it out of the convenience store, Carmen couldn’t help but wonder if she should have stayed for a moment to search out that case of bottled water. At the threshold of the shop, she stopped, hesitated. Torn between safety and fresh water, she chose safety, knowing they’d only be able to carry the case so far before it would weigh them down needlessly.

“What direction?”

Carmen answered Doug swiftly and without hesitation, “Left. Away from the freaks in the apartments and the creatures we saw on the streets.”

They turned in concert, not stopping to see what may be in front of them. If they needed to readjust, they would in time, but the desire to get away plagued the both of them.

“Do we have a plan?”

“Yes Doug. We’re going to find a safe place to hole up for the night. Then re-evaluate in the morning.” She hated being short with him, but simple directions got the results she needed in perilous situations.

Coming to the end of the road they were on, they spied a large hotel in front of them. All of the windows appeared intact, making them wonder if protection could be found beyond its walls. The shared a look before advancing to the front door.

The glass panelled revolving door was stuck, but the door beside it opened with ease. Taking a moment to turn the lock behind them, Carmen and Doug made their way deeper inside.

The interior smelled musty, the stench rife with disuse. No decay fought for space in their noses and the pair found it to be a good sign. If the building was overrun with monsters, the smell would have been unbearable.

The passed the check-in desk, items left in place as is someone were going to step back into place in mere seconds. It was eerie, like the lobby had been frozen in time without the people who once inhabited it present.

“It looks like they had warning…” Doug spoke, his voice echoing off the granite floors and plaster walls.

“They were lucky then. Not many of us had more than a brief emergency message on the television before that cut off too.”

“I know. I was there. Remember?” Carmen was a bit taken aback by Doug’s tone, his last statement delivered with a just a bit more snark than she appreciated.

“Yes Doug, you were. I’m sorry.” It was easier to just placate him when he got into one of his moods.

They moved through the lobby, coming to the bank of elevators that once carried guests up and down. Spying the note, Doug spoke first, “What do you make of this?”

“It says: Don’t use the lift. I would assume someone from the hotel left it to warn people from trying to get on the elevators.” It was the obvious answer and Carmen felt obliged to give it. Steeling herself against the look Doug gave her, she continued, “Let’s go see if we can’t find a room to spend the night in. It’s going to get dark soon anyway and I don’t see a need for us to continue looking when there are a wealth of rooms where we are.”

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5 Questions with K. R. Chin

Today I have the pleasure of featuring an interview with author K. R. Chin. For those of you unacquainted with K. R., let’s take a moment to introduce him…

K. R. Chin, known as “Storm” to his friends and associates, is a long time outdoorsman who got his start in much the same manner as many of us, as a member of the Boy Scouts accompanied by a heavy dose of Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone.

The Scout leaders were former Marines with histories. They and his father “Jack” Chin, thoroughly ruined him by teaching him basic skills from first aid to firearms handling and beyond. His mother, Beverly, made certain he could perform any domestic chore capably. Both of his parents believed that their children should be as self-reliant as possible, as soon as possible.

In part due to their beliefs and perhaps equally much from personal inclination he has a history of tinkering with machines and electronic equipment which has persisted to this day. This gift was further augmented by his training as a Radiotelegraph/teletype operator and automotive mechanic. These talents have served him well throughout his life as he has been able to modify or construct equipage to fit his specific needs.

Storm’s martial arts education began along similar lines; having been started by his father and uncles. However, in this case he didn’t just receive training in hand to hand combat from men who’d been there, he also received instruction from Sensei Frank F Kovacs, the soke of Minna-jitsu.

In the midst of all this, sometime around the eighth grade, it was discovered that Storm had a gift for writing. His initial offerings were tech based science fiction and blank verse poetry as well as attempts at other writing forms. During his tour of duty he wasn’t able to find the time to write and after his retirement his spouses discouraged any attempt to return to writing.

Because of his own tour of duty he was allowed to practice his complete skill set in diverse settings. After returning home to Ohio he became involved with a back country rescue group in a National Wilderness Area and furthered his education in Search and Rescue at the Cuyahoga Community College. He later obtained his Associates Degree in Criminal Justice at ITT Technical Institute.

Storm has also been a guest lecturer on diverse subjects in addition to having been a contributor in the development of survival programs taught by privately operated programs who have an emphasis on teaching LEO’s and the military.

Currently he is developing programs to teach people that “survival” is less an expression of what he does than is “self-reliance.” His wife, Jackie, also encouraged him to return to his first love, writing, and combine his affection for zombie apocalypse fiction with the hard science he enjoys learning about; ‘Survivors of the Apocalypse’ Volumes 1 and 2 are the first results of that project with Volume 3 currently in process. Storm also assists Jackie with her highly acclaimed “Zombiepalooza Radio” program on ZTalkRadio.com.

Welcome K. R.! Now let’s get to the questions… Tell us about your zombies? If the dead were to rise, do you think you’d stand a chance against them?

My zombies are the result of a bio-weapons development program conducted by an African nation. They’re designed to be a self-replicating, self-sustaining weapons system for use in foreign nations. The problem? They escaped control ….

Their chief advantage is the level of disbelief people have and the ‘ability’ to coordinate their attack well enough to ‘mob’ their target.

People do stand a chance against them if they can think, process and adapt quickly enough, anything else is going to pretty well get you killed.

What was your first experience with zombie media? Was that experience was drew into writing the genre?

My earliest experience with the zombie genre was with comic books such as ‘Tales from the Crypt’ and other monster/horror comics. Then came the magazine ‘Famous Monsters of Filmland’. By the time I saw ‘The Night of the Living Dead’ I’d been writing techno based science fiction for about two years.

It wasn’t until Jackie began encouraging me to do something with my skill at telling stories and my love of the Zombie Apocalypse genre that I actually wed the two… and I’ve been producing stories on a fairly regular basis since. I draw heavily on what I know about tech and my own past experiences to fashion the stories I write. ilmlandomics. Then came ‘was with comic books such as ‘quickly enough, anything else is going to pretty well.

Now it’s time for a Pop Quiz: The item to your left is your only weapon during the Zombie Apocalypse. What is it and what do you think are your chances at survival?

A porcelain coffee cup? It’s doable, but I’d rather work with the weapon to my right hand, that’s where I usually have my T1 Tracker knife.

Both can be used as a knife (the cup, with some work, obviously) and knives of any sort are the most basic tool for constructing many things.

List your five favourite pieces of Zombie media.

I’d have to say books, movies, television and podcasts. I nearly never play video games.

We all know that we sometimes have bad luck. Keeping that in mind, what song do you think would get stuck in your head, playing over and over again on an incessant loop?

Probably your easiest question, ‘Hair of the Dog’ by Nazareth. When I was a cooler (Security manager) some of the DJ’s would play that as I walked in before announcing that everyone had better be on their best behavior. It still gets stuck in my head, sometimes.

Thank you K. R. for taking the time to answer my questions.

If you would like to connect with K. R., you can find him on Facebook and his website.

Now let’s take a look at K. R.’s Survivors of the Apocalypse (Volume 2)… Don’t forget to click on the link to be taken to Amazon!

Some stories continue, some stories begin, as with life so it goes in the world of the Zombie Apocalypse.

This edition of the series will continue several of the stories while showing more of the background of other of the characters you met in the first volume. We also introduce additional characters in the Zombie Apocalypse universe.

AtoZ2014: Kennel

Kennel

“Well now that it’s settled, can I get you two something to drink?” She smiled sweetly as she offered Carmen and Doug a refreshment.

Trying to find a way to decline the offer, Carmen asked for what she assumed the woman wouldn’t have. “Have you got any bottled water?”

It had been months since Carmen had seen an unopened bottle of water and knew it was unlikely the woman had one. While she didn’t want to drink anything this woman had to offer, Carmen knew refusing outright could upset the tentative balance that had been created once she’d said they’d stay. Besides, if she did have one, it would be safe to drink.

“Oh, I think you’re in luck! I have a case I’ve been stashing around for a while. Take a look and see if it’s in the back by the kennels,” she said, her hand pointing toward the back of the shop. “Just be careful, okay?”

“I will,” Carmen returned as she walked the short distance to the back of the small store.

Pushing open the door to the back stockroom, the smell hit her like a slap in the face. Breathing shallowly through her mouth, an action that didn’t help to assuage the stench, she looked around to get her bearings. Shouting back through the partially open door she asked, “Where are the kennels?”

“On the back wall, covered with the sheet. Do you see them?”

“Yes, I see them,” Carmen yelled back, all the while struggling to get through the piles of the woman’s treasures on the floor without vomiting. The shriek stopped her cold, sweat breaking out all over her body.

“Oh I see you found my pets!” The voice of the elderly woman was close behind her, the proximity startling her.

“Pets?” Carmen questioned as she stepped back into a precariously stacked pile of old newspapers.

“Yes, my pets. Would you like to see them?”

Carmen had no desire to see what was living in the kennels underneath the sheet, but stared enraptured as the little old woman lifted one of the corners. Upon seeing Carmen, the keening started in earnest, the small creatures struggling against the wire enclosures.

“Holy fucking shit!”

“I’ll trust you to watch you language around the children sir!” The elderly woman addressed Doug, her voice rife with indignation and disdain.

“Children? They’re not children anymore… They’re monsters!” Carmen tried to reason with the woman, knowing the importance of getting out of the shop was high on the list of tasks to accomplish in the next five minutes. Inside the cages, the creatures fought to be free, their small arms reaching out through the spaces between the bars.

“They’re not monsters! How could you say such a thing!” From sweet but crazy to sour and angry in no time at all, the woman looked ready to battle. Her stance spoke volumes: Doug and Carmen were about to pay the price for her displeasure.

But the small hands had other plans for their captor. They snaked into her red hair and wound the strands around their little undead fingers, pulling her struggling body closer and closer.

“Oh sweeties! You need to stop that. Bad sweeties, bad!” The whole time they were pulling her closer, the woman tried to reason with them.

Carmen and Doug watched in horror, the two of them frozen in place, watching the death of the woman inch closer and closer as the fingers tightened and pulled.

“Oh, you mustn’t bite me! That’s not good…” her scream cut off her strange sing-song voice.

Doug and Carmen looked at each other, the silent look relaying the same message: time to go!

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AtoZ2014: Junk

Junk

The door was answered by an elderly woman with vibrant red hair, her smile bright and cheery despite the state of the world. “Welcome!”

“Thanks,” Carmen responded, doubt leaking into her voice a small degree. Hoping to hide her hesitation, she quickly followed with, “Did you leave the message on the police station?”

She already knew the answer to her question, but thought it was best to hear it from the woman herself.

“Heavens no, my dear,” the lady returned, her face still stuck in a smile. “I saw the note and decided to see if they could help me. When I got here, the door was ajar and no one was here anymore.”

“No one was here?”

“Yes, my dear. They were all gone.”

“Did you find anything in the store? A note or something?” Carmen was beginning to feel the apprehension pool in the pit of her stomach. The smile hadn’t left the woman’s face and there was something a little crazy behind her eyes.

“Not much. It looks like whomever was here before left fairly quickly, taking most of their supplies with them.”

“So where did all of this stuff come from?” Carmen looked around the small store, her eyes taking in the tall piles of junk that sat from floor to ceiling.

“Oh, I’ve been collecting since I came here. You never know when you’re going to need something.” The crazed look changed for a brief moment as pride took over her countenance while she surveyed her surroundings. “Would you like to help me collect more?”

“Ummm…” Carmen was at a loss at what to say. She certainly didn’t want to stick around, especially with a woman who seemed to be more than a few sandwiches short of a picnic. “We actually want to keep moving. We need to find something to protect ourselves with and then some sort of home base.”

“You could stay here.” The offer was said with a level of friendliness, but there was also a passively aggressive threat the came through in the words.

Carmen wasn’t sure what to do, knowing that a wrong answer could set her off. Deciding to play it safe, she smiled and answered, “Sure.”

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AtoZ2014: Ink

Ink

It was a narrow escape and one the pair was not going to debate at all. They were going to take their new-found weapon and get the hell out of the area. Carmen and Doug really had no other choice. More monsters would come and the duo had no desire to die.

They rushed down the street, wary of what they would find, but knowing they needed to move. There was no way they were going to back toward the apartment building as there was no telling what their reception would be this time.

Rounding a corner, they saw a group of the undead milling up by the next intersection. In quick succession, they spun back around the corner, stopping to collect their breaths and figure out what to do next. They couldn’t go forward and crossing the intersection would be suicide.

Carmen and Doug backtracked to the previous intersection and went the opposite way. It would take them closer to where they used to call home, but there was no escaping it. They needed to find somewhere to stay and they needed to find it fast.

Spying a police station up ahead, they headed for it, wondering if there were any weapons left inside. Not that they’d stop, there wasn’t time, but it wouldn’t hurt to know where stations existed for future use.

Pulling up short in front of the façade they were surprised by the ink that covered the outside of the structure. It had been tagged and tagged heavily.

Carmen’s eyes scanned for a message; she’d seen tagging like this before and knew it meant help. “Convenience Store: knock twice.”

“What?”

“It’s help. Let’s go.”

Doug could do nothing else but trust her. For most of the outbreak, everything had been down to her, especially when he’d been forced to stay inside for fear he would freeze out in the open.

They ran up the street, desperately searching for a convenience store and hoping they hadn’t chosen the wrong direction. Finally seeing it up ahead, Carmen ran to the door and knocked twice, her breath coming in huge gasps.

A piece of paper tacked to the inside of the glass door fluttered, then moved, as a face pressed up against its surface. There was a smile then a wave before the door opened.

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Inspiration Only…

AtoZ2014: Harp

Harp

Continuing up the street, Carmen and Doug were surprised by the cleanliness of the area. Chalking it up to the efforts of the group in the apartment building, they tried to leave the area as soon as possible. There was just something about them that didn’t sit well and if they had claimed an area, the pair had no desire to stick around in it.

Up ahead a single creature lingered, its attention drawn by the dappling light on a storefront window. Without any weapons, they had no chance. Spying a music store to their left, the pair quietly entered, noting the door which hung slightly askew, knowing there could be more of them inside.

They had no other option: staying outside was insane. It hadn’t smelled them yet, but it wouldn’t be long before it would, drawing its attention away from the show that currently held it captivated. And once it gave its keening cry, more of them would descend on the area and that would be an overwhelming problem they certainly couldn’t handle without anything to protect themselves.

The store had been picked over, and picked over well. Hardly anything remained that could be of use. No brass instruments hung from their displace hooks and the cases that held the instruments for sale were all gone. The only thing remaining was an imposing harp next to a stool in the back of the shop.

The pair stared around them, looking for anything they could use. Carmen’s eyes kept coming back to rest on the harp, her mind spinning, trying to work something out.

The shriek from the front of the store chilled her blood and propelled her forward, toward the harp. Somehow it had found them.

It was monstrous, its strings tightened to melodic lengths. And it was fucking heavy; too heavy for Carmen to lift.

She looked back toward the front of the shop, noticing the monster was having an issue pushing in the front door and the frozen stance of her husband. Shaking her head, she turned back to the harp.

Her hairs stood on end as it shrieked in anger, unable to get to its prey. Carmen knew more would be coming, knew she needed to do something fast…

She pushed with all her strength, just barely able to tip the stringed instrument over onto its side. The crash was a deafening cacophony of wrong notes which reverberated through her skull. Not wanting to lose a moment, she checked the frame for any breaks.

Spotting a weak point, she used her foot to separate the column from the neck at both ends. It took her precious minutes, the whole while the thing keened from the entranceway.

“Let me help!”

It was Doug and in that moment she could have kissed him. Tears sprung into her eyes, knowing that it must have taken a miracle to pull him out of his frozen stupor. She loved him more in that moment than she’d ever had before, but quickly stowed the feelings away. Soon the place would be overrun and there was no way the door would hold against a group of them.

In short order, the column had been completely severed and Doug was making his way toward the door, club firmly in hand.

The monster had to die. Their scent was in its brain and it would track them for as long as it took.

It went down on the third hit, its skull crushed, black oozing from the damage.

“We need to get out of here fast!”

Carmen looked at Doug, wondering what had gotten into him. He’d just killed his first zombie and it hadn’t gummed up his works. Could this be the corner she’d longed to turn with him since it all began? Could she finally begin to count on him?

It was still too early to tell, but she’d take what she could get.

“Let’s get out of here Doug.”

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AtoZ2014: Ginger

Ginger

After getting the okay from the spotters on the second floor, Carmen eased the door open, still half expecting something to be waiting for them. Seeing nothing was there, she walked out into the warm sunshine and was soon joined by Doug.

“You’ll find the trail just over that hill. You can follow it all the way into the neighbourhood on the other side of Cricket’s Pond.” Rupert pointed in front of him as he spoke. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find a place to stay somewhere over there.”

“Thank you.”

Rupert closed the door, leaving Carmen and Doug alone. Again.

The walked until they were over the hill and saw the path through the woods. Looking back, they saw they were sheltered by the foliage and the height of the hill, and stopped.

“What do you think we should do?” Doug looked at his wife while asking the question.

“I’ll be damned if I’m going to walk through these woods. I don’t care how light out it is, they seem to want to know where we are a little too much for my liking.” Carmen glanced back toward the building, almost expecting to see someone.

“So what do we do?”

“Let’s get back to the street and see what else we can find. It’s a big city and there are bound to be other survivors out there.”

The pair set off to their left, taking a wide berth around the apartment building. While they were sure that anyone could see them from any of the windows, they still wanted to make it clear to the inhabitants that they were leaving and didn’t want any trouble.

Coming out onto the street, Carmen looked around. It was Hyde Street, home to her once favourite restaurant—Ginger and Spice. Her mouth watered at the memory of her favourite dish; a spicy concoction of chicken, ginger and Thai chilies. But the front was boarded up and they had long ago stopped serving fragrant dishes.

Looking up and down the barren thoroughfare, they decided to head right, further away from the apartments. They knew they would need to find a place to spend the night and they needed to find it soon.

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AtoZ2014: Forest

Forest

Doug got to the door in record time, quietly moving the chair back its rightful place before sitting it and saying, “Come in.”

As the door swung open, Carmen was just entering the living room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Taking a seat alongside Doug, they watched as three men entered the room.

Rupert spoke, “Good morning. I trust you two slept well?”

The pair nodded, waiting to be introduced to the mysterious duo with him.

“I’d like to introduce you to Murphy,” his arm extended to the man on his right, “And Colin. They run this place and have a few questions for you.”

Carmen and Doug nodded their greeting and waited for one of the men to speak. It was easier than trying to ask the right questions to get them started.

In the end, it was Colin who spoke, “Where did you two come from?”

“We had a house over on Hemlock. It burned down last night.” Carmen did the talking; it had always been that way.

“Hemlock? Is that down by the A&P?”

“Yes, about two blocks behind it off the main road.”

“What caused the fire?”

“I’m not sure. It could have been a candle that knocked over or something else. We’re just lucky to have escaped with our lives.” Carmen knew what had started the fire, but she wasn’t going to let them in on her secret.

“So it was an accident?” Murphy finally opened his mouth to speak, his high-pitched tone a startling dichotomy to his size.

“That’s what we think.” Carmen and Doug both shrugged their shoulders, not quite ready to show their collective cards just yet.

“So what are your plans?”

The question was brusque and full of hidden subtext: they couldn’t stay. The pair shared another look, talking with their eyes before coming to a decision.

“I guess we’re going to be leaving. There’s nothing else we can do but keep on moving.” Doug spoke to the group assembled before them for the first time.

“Yeah, we think it’s best you leave. We’ve barely got enough supplies for those of us already here and taking on two more would be a real hardship.” Colin spoke the words a little too quickly; it was obvious they were hiding something. “You’ve got five minutes to gather your stuff. You can leave by the back entrance.”

“What’s back there?”

“Just a forest. There’s a trail that will lead you to a suburb. Maybe you can find another house there. Not that there will be much in the way of supplies, most of them have been cleared already.”

They shared another look while getting up. They had nothing to collect and figured it was best to get out and moving as quickly as they could. There was something off about these people, but it was something they couldn’t put their finger on just yet.

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5 Questions with Scott Baker

Today we’re joined by author Scott Baker. Let’s take a few moments now to get everyone acquainted…

IMG_1368Scott M. Baker was born and raised in Everett, Massachusetts and spent twenty-three years in northern Virginia working for the Central Intelligence Agency. Scott is now retired and lives in Gainesville, Florida as a full-time writer along with his wife and fellow author Alison Beightol and his stepdaughter. He has written The Vampire Hunters trilogy, about humans fighting the undead in Washington D.C., as well as Rotter World, which details the struggle between humans and vampires during a zombie apocalypse. In early 2014, his fifth novel will be published; Yeitso is his homage to the giant monster movies of the 1950s that he loved watching as a kid. Scott is currently working on the next two books in the Rotter World saga and a series of young adult novels set in a post-apocalyptic world.

Scott has also authored several short stories, including “Rednecks Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things,” “Cruise of the Living Dead” (zombies aboard a cruise ship), “Deck the Malls with Bowels of Holly” (an alcoholic mall Santa battles zombie reindeer), “Last Flight of the Bismarck” (steampunk zombies), “The Hunger” (cannibalism during a zombie apocalypse), “Lebenden Toten at the Gate” (Nazis versus zombies in Stalingrad), and the novella Dead Water.

When not writing, Scott can usually be found doting on the two boxers, one house rabbits, and one cat that kindly allow him to live with them.

Welcome Scott! Now let’s delve into the questions… Tell us about your zombies? If the dead were to rise, do you think you’d stand a chance against them?

My zombies, for the most part, are the traditional Romero-style shufflers.  What makes mine menacing are the numbers.  I think having hundreds of the living dead converging on you in a massive horde is far more terrifying than being chased by a handful of fast zombies. However, in some circumstances fast zombies can be frightening.  In my novel Rotter World, I introduce swarmers, which are recently-turned zombies whose muscles have not yet decayed, so they maintain the speed and strength of a human. It is only after a few days when the body begins to rot that swarmers lose their agility and become the more traditional, staggering zombies.  I’ve also dabbled with zombie vampires – just imagine the living dead with the same strength and ferocity as the undead.

Would I stand a chance of surviving a zombie apocalypse?  Probably not because I live in a fairly large city, so unless I could pack up the family and head for the countryside within the first few hours after the outbreak, I’d probably wind up in the middle of a traffic jam that would eventually become a zombie buffet bar.  On the plus side, we live in an old cinderblock house in the suburbs, so it is possible we could ride out the initial outbreak, but in that scenario I’d be more worried about survivors attempting to take what we have.

Living in the city would be a detriment, but you never know, you may be able to get out in time. What was your first experience with zombie media (movie, book, comic, etc)? Was that experience was drew into writing the genre?

The first zombie movie I remember watching was Bob Clark’s Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things.  The movie is horribly campy and the acting is amateurish, but there are two scenes that always give me a chill.  The first is when the living dead rise out of the cemetery.  One of the soon-to-be-victims is backing away from a group of zombies when a hand beaks through the ground behind him and clutches his leg.  A female zombie pulls herself out of the ground, climbing up the victim hand over hand and dragging him to the ground to be eaten.  That scene still sends a shiver down my spine.

The second is during the zombie attack on the cottage.  Terry is standing by the doors to the kitchen when two zombies appear behind her, grab her, and drag her away.  The camera focuses on Terry being dragged screaming outside into the dark.  For some reason, that scene freaked the living hell out of me, and from that point on I was hooked on the living dead.

Now it’s time for the Pop Quiz: The item to your left is your only weapon during the Zombie Apocalypse. What is it and what do you think are your chances at survival?

I wouldn’t survive ten seconds.  It’s a figurine of Count Dooku from Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith with the box autographed by Christopher Lee.

You are screwed… Tell us about your five favourite pieces of Zombie media.

In no particular order:

Dawn of the Dead (2005)

Resident Evil

World War Z (the novel)

Dead Island (the video game)

The Walking Dead (TV series)

Great choices! We all know that we sometimes have bad luck. Keeping that in mind, what song do you think would get stuck in your head, playing over and over again on an incessant loop?

Tone Loc’s Wild Thing.  I don’t know why, but there’s something about the beat that makes me want to go out and kill the living dead.  It’s one of the songs on my iPod playlist “Music To Hunt Zombies By.”

Thank you Scott for taking the time to answer my questions!

If you’d like to connect with Scott, you can find him on Facebook on his personal page and his author page, Twitter, or his blog.

Not let’s take a look at Rotter World… Don’t forget that clicking on the cover takes you to Amazon!

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000040_00005]Eight months ago vampires released the Revenant Virus on humanity. Both species were nearly wiped out.

For Mike Robson, the situation could be far worse. He’s joined up with a small band of humans and the last coven of vampires who are riding out the zombie apocalypse in an old fort along the coast of southern Maine.

The group’s uneasy alliance is strained by the arrival of the creator of the Revenant Virus. He claims there is a vaccine that will make them immune to the virus, but it’s located in a secure underground facility five hundred miles away.

To retrieve the vaccine, Robson leads a raiding party of humans and vampires down the devastated East Coast. Yet none of the horrors Robson has faced match what awaits in the underground facility…

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