I am not going to complain to you about my life. We’ve got zombies. They are not the brainless, rotting creatures we’d been led to expect. Unfortunately for us, they’re just as smart as they were before they died, very fast, much stronger than you or me, and possess no internal editor at all.
Claws. Did I mention claws? I kill them for a living, but it’s as much a vocation as a freelance career choice. It helps me, helps my neighborhood, and the people I consider to be my family of choice. What’s more? I’m really good at it.
My life had a nice rhythm, and I'd almost gotten used to it, but the military bungled an attempt to wipe out an organized bunch of undead near a major commuting route into DC. The formerly-human survivors relocated. Now they’re less than an hour’s stroll away from where I live.
The new Zombie Overlord is smarter, crazier, and much more well-equipped than anyone we'd dealt with in the past. We have something he wants, badly. I know he's going to come and get it and try and wipe us out in the process... men, women, and even the children. I'd seen it done before elsewhere for lesser reasons.
This is my home. These are my people, my family. This is personal.
The zombies in James Crawford’s refreshingly original take on the genre, Blood-Soaked and Contagious, aren’t your stereotypical brain-dead automatons with an inexhaustible lust for human brains; they’re intelligent, calculating, and impressively organized. Trigger-happy protagonist Frank, along with a ragtag bunch of survivors, want nothing more than to wipe them off the face of the Earth in this playful and action-packed post-apocalyptic romp performed by David Stifel, who never takes himself too seriously and expertly captures the pulpy quality of Crawford’s prose.
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Molly Harper meets David Drake.
The funniest and most gruesome zombie story ever