I’d heard the call for Fifty Shades of Decay when Stacey at Angelic Knight Press announced it, but I originally intended to pass on this one. I was working on a story for Manifesto UF, another upcoming anthology they are putting together. To be completely honest, I was a little intimidated by ‘zombie smut.’ A few of my writer friends were excited about getting a story in Fifty Shades of Decay, and one of them implied I was a wussy. I think he flat out called me one, but maybe he didn’t. That was many beers ago.
The point is this: I am no wussy.
I generally write fantasy fiction, and have two novels with Damnation Books. I’m no stranger to dark themes, and zombies don’t scare me—but sex with them does.
I wrote ‘I Was Legend,’ and the story has a few more similarities to Richard Matheson’s novella ‘I Am Legend” than just its title. His story was about vampires, mine clearly is not. Mine is about a lonely man in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Having just rescued a very hot young lady in the wasteland of Lawton, Oklahoma, she now shows her appreciation with a little oral gratitude. Before the rise of the zombies, Robbie Neville rode with a gang of bikers, but never got the respect he deserved. Now all his gang is dead, and he’s locked up in their old clubhouse, getting his pole smoked on the bar.
In Matheson’s ‘I Am Legend,’ loneliness was the protagonist’s truest nemesis, and a woman was his undoing. Yet in the end of Matheson’s story, he is legendary. My poor biker is no hero, but just another poor sap duped by a pretty face, hence the title, ‘I Was Legend.’
Now, let me show you a picture of me holding someone else’s dinner.
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