Eric A. Shelman Guest Post for #WinterZombie2014

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DEAD HUNGER VIII: PEACE, LOVE & ZOMBIES

SPECIAL PROLOGUE PREVIEW FOR THE

WINTER OF ZOMBIE BLOG TOUR 2014

 

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My name is Nelson Moore.  Despite all odds, I’m a content resident of Kingman, Kansas.   The year is [redacted from this excerpt to prevent spoilers].

I was a little surprised when Gem sat me down and told me that I should write the next chronicle.  Hemp has started calling them our “Dead Hunger Chronicles.”  That’s what they do, after all; the dead hunger.

I didn’t figure I was the best candidate to write this because I’ve never been a writer.  But Gem said my good memory will be a big benefit, and to just put the words down.  She also told me not to leave everything that happened to me between the day most everyone we knew became monsters and the day I met her and the others.  That was the day I found my Gramps, too. 

Then Gem said she wants me to catch you up on what’s happened since we met the bad dude outside of Kingman.  Tough times, but lots of good stuff in there, too.

About my earlier story, I told her I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back there.   I didn’t know what good it would do for anyone to know what happened to me.  You know what she said?

“Sit your ass down and write, Nelson.  I want to know.”

Exactly that.  I see a hug coming from Gem when she reads it.  She’s that way.  She’s a hugger.  She’s gonna get all emotional and tell me how much she loves me, and I’m probably gonna cry, too.

I admit I avoided talking about all that stuff because it just didn’t seem important, and I had it running in my head like a movie anyway.  A horror movie that I watched one time, didn’t like at all, and now have to watch for the rest of my life.

So, yeah.  I love Gem and the others and they love me and my family, so I’m gonna tell the story.  All of it.  Even the part before I met everyone.

Here goes.

Wait.  Not yet.  A little background first.  I’m not sure if anyone outside of Kansas really gets it, but I just want to let you know that pot pretty much grows on the side of the road here.  It’s probably not necessary to tell you how quickly I had Flex pull the truck over when I spotted it for the first time.  As it turns out, it’s got bud but it’s not potent.  Luckily I had some stash of my own when we got there and my seed stock is like gold.  I’ve kept them for a long, long time now and I replace them with each new harvest.

So anyway, I got sidetracked.  That happens to me occasionally.  I didn’t start writing this to tell you where to find wild bud, but you might as well know I partake.  Some dudes get all fuzzyheaded when they’re high; not me.  I can laser focus, but folks have always told me that they don’t get that by lookin’ at me.

I’ve got long, blonde-gray hair that comes about to my lower back.  Don’t like haircuts.  Never did.  My hair’s always been thin like me – I’m kind of a beanpole – but it’s me, so I keep it.  When the beginning of this story took place, it was pure blonde.  I’m older now.

That’s good news.

Anyway, the beginning of the bigger story is how I met Flex’s girl, Gem.  It’s pretty funny.  If you read the other chronicles – particularly the fourth one where everybody kinda told the story – you’ll remember meeting me, and you’ll remember my first encounter with Gem.

Anyways, from my spot hiding behind the building I’d slept in the night before, I saw a woman doing something in the parking lot of a gun store that I considered amazing.  My protective instinct kicked in because I could tell Gem was alive, you know?  But the thing she was walking up on wasn’t alive at all.

It was one of them; the zombies.

As I crouched there, one of my best stainless steel stars in my hand, there she was, whispering something in a zombie’s ear.

The amazing part?  The zombie wasn’t biting her.  Wasn’t even trying.  Next thing I know, I found myself tossing one of my Ninja stars and I took the rotter out.   I had to know, though; I had to understand why this beautiful woman with long, brown hair and a stance that spoke of sheer confidence believed she could talk to something dead.

Dude, they’ve never listened to anything I tried to say.  Never.  Not even once, and not even for a second.

So I took her captive using my Subdudo, and maybe a bit of my hippie stoner charm.  That disarms people quicker than any bravado stuff I’ve ever seen anyone try, either in movies or in real life.  So, while we may be living in a messed-up fiction-like world right now, it’s real.  Not a nightmare and not a cartoon.   There are things so rotted out there you couldn’t believe they could even stand up – but hell if they don’t come after you.

They’re relentless, they never get full and they never sleep.  They seek us – the living – out, they try to kill us and eat us.

Back to my meeting Gem Cardoza that day.  If you know anything about her, then you know she can hold her own in a gunfight.  If you know anything about me, and if you’ve read the chronicles that Flex, Gem, Hemp, Charlie and Dave wrote, then you know I created Subdudo as a way to take people out of commission for a few moments without hurting them.

I admit it.  I’m a pacifist.  At least I was.  That’s changed a lot, because I guess I tried to fool myself for a long time before I hooked up with this group.  My family. 

That’s who they are now.  I can’t even tell you how much.  They’re more of a family than I’ve ever had, except for my Grampa Jim.  People call him Doc Scofield, mostly.

Anyway.  I’d die for anyone in this group.  I almost have, a few times.

That’s cool.  They’ve almost died for me, too.

So that day I met Dave Gammon, Gem Cardoza and Charlie Chatsworth, we had some trust issues to work out before I could learn why she was talking to a zombie. 

As it turns out, she was kinda fooling around.  She wasn’t actually having a conversation with the thing; she was just getting sort of cocky, telling the thing she was bout to dust it.

I beat her to it.  The rest got pretty funny, but you already know it.

So now I’ll go back to Sunday, June 19th, 2011, when the dead started walking.

Needless to say, I was stoned.

 

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

https://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

 

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