Wicked Zombies2024-03-29T06:46:06ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthorhttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1979859560?profile=original&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://www.wickedzombies.com/group/whatarereadingwhathaveyouread/forum/topic/listForContributor?user=1o88k2x8x67hv&feed=yes&xn_auth=noZombie Killa and Boogaloo - Two Freebies for youtag:www.wickedzombies.com,2020-11-26:2826695:Topic:6320682020-11-26T22:16:53.038ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthor
<p>Okay, don't get pissy about Zombie Killa. It's a comedy. Not a lot of biting and gunplay. The upset response I got for that one from traditional zombie fans led me to write Boogaloo, which is a good deal more serious.</p>
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<p>At any rate, here is a link to the first part of the audiobook for Zombie Killa: <a href="https://soundcloud.com/the-original-high-c/zombie-killa-part-1">https://soundcloud.com/the-original-high-c/zombie-killa-part-1</a></p>
<p>If anyone requests it, I can give…</p>
<p>Okay, don't get pissy about Zombie Killa. It's a comedy. Not a lot of biting and gunplay. The upset response I got for that one from traditional zombie fans led me to write Boogaloo, which is a good deal more serious.</p>
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<p>At any rate, here is a link to the first part of the audiobook for Zombie Killa: <a href="https://soundcloud.com/the-original-high-c/zombie-killa-part-1">https://soundcloud.com/the-original-high-c/zombie-killa-part-1</a></p>
<p>If anyone requests it, I can give you a link to the full text.</p>
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<p>Boogaloo stands at about eleven chapters so far, and it's fairly ambitious in scope:</p>
<p><a href="https://jasonzchristie.blogspot.com/2016/01/name-this-novel-chapter-1.html">https://jasonzchristie.blogspot.com/2016/01/name-this-novel-chapter-1.html</a></p>
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<p>All feedback appreciated. Thanks!</p>
<p></p> Wicked Awake By: Merrill Davidtag:www.wickedzombies.com,2020-07-25:2826695:Topic:5799042020-07-25T04:27:27.190ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthor
<p>Merrill David's novel "Wicked Awake," features a military veteran turned police officer facing the beginning of a zombie outbreak, one that forces him to take lives and sees him wrongly convicted of murder. As he fights to prove his innocence, the world outside the prison descends into the chaos of a zombie plague, and he ends up on a journey both exciting and horrific.…</p>
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<p>Merrill David's novel "Wicked Awake," features a military veteran turned police officer facing the beginning of a zombie outbreak, one that forces him to take lives and sees him wrongly convicted of murder. As he fights to prove his innocence, the world outside the prison descends into the chaos of a zombie plague, and he ends up on a journey both exciting and horrific.</p>
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<p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/WICKED-AWAKE-Merrill-David/dp/B086B73GQX">https://www.amazon.com/WICKED-AWAKE-Merrill-David/dp/B086B73GQX</a></p>
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<tbody><tr><td class="expanded row body" valign="top"><div class="small-12 medium-12 large-12 columns">Hi everyone, I have a new book coming out (out as of right now). The Dead and The Living. I thought I would post a little of it here as a bit of a teaser. The book is not edited just yet (mid September is when edits start). I will be releasing it before the edits are completed. I am only releasing it early because of a beta reader. It has been brought to my attention that one of my beta readers is stealing content (copyright content) and maybe be using it for their own personal gain. It sucks, but it happens. I am one of the lucky ones who took the steps to protect myself. I put my book files on Amazon before sending it out to a group of beta readers (time and date stamped through Amazon).<br/><br/>So, with all that being said, here is the first two chapters. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to be in the drawing. I will also do another drawing once edits are done and I have copies in print. I will sign copies and send out to the winners. Thanks everyone.<br/><br/>Also, word documents don't translate when posting here.</div>
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<div class="small-12 medium-12 large-12 columns">Here is the link to the book. It is now live on Amazon and is in the hands of my editor as I type this.</div>
<div class="small-12 medium-12 large-12 columns"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Dead-Living-Zombie-Apocalypse-Thriller-ebook/dp/B07WLRN4DX/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=kevin+wimer&qid=1570159757&sr=8-3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.amazon.com/Dead-Living-Zombie-Apocalypse-Thriller-ebook/dp/B07WLRN4DX/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=kevin+wimer&qid=1570159757&sr=8-3</a><br/><br/>CHAPTER 1 <br/><br/>The early morning fog slowly moved across the clearing in front of him. Chris took a breath as he took a knee at the edge of the tree line of the forest that he had been walking through since sometime yesterday afternoon. He listened to the world around him. It was eerily quiet. Chris wasn’t used to it being this quiet. He was used to the sounds of people screaming—dying while being eaten alive by the infected bastards that he and other survivors of this new world called walkers. The world he had once known was no more. The life he had once lived was a distant memory that was slowly starting to fade. Chris had lost a part of himself somewhere between the old world and this new nightmarish one that he was living in now. It was like living a nightmare that was right out of a horror movie. Chris narrowed his eyes as he peered through the fog, watching it as it slowly moved across the field in front of him. He thought he could see something through the fog and in the distance—a building of some sort. He looked over his shoulder and back into the woods. The sound of rain hitting the dead leaves that covered the forest floor echoed. He shivered with a chill that ran the length of his body. He was soaking wet from the rain and the elements he had endured for the last twenty-four hours.<br/><br/>Chris started to stand when the crunching sound of dead leaves and the snapping of tree branches echoed through the stillness of the forest behind him. It was the first time he had heard a sound—the first time in over a day he had heard anything but himself making a noise while running through the forest. Chris’s heart fluttered as it ticked a beat faster. His eyes were wide as he looked through the woods—waiting for the undead to show themselves. Chris gripped his rifle tightly in his hand. He slowly moved it to his shoulder as he looked down the barrel and through the sights. He held his breath and listened. The beating of his heart echoed into his ears. Chris took a quick breath and then let it out—the steam from his heated breath rose in front of his face. Come on . . . show yourself. Chris thought as the moved his rifle from one side to the other. His finger danced in and out of the trigger well as he looked for one of the undead to shoot. Maybe it’s just an animal. He narrowed his eyes as the voice in his head tried to convince him that it wasn’t a walker. Chris thought that it wasn’t more than one—at least he hoped it wasn’t. He knew if it was a horde of walkers, he didn’t stand a chance. He was one man—one man that couldn’t take on more than two or three of them at a time.<br/><br/>Chris slowly stood as he looked deeper into the forest. He could see nothing but the trees that had been there since the dawn of time. The sounds of someone or something walking across the forest floor had faded as quickly as it had started. It caused him to question himself. Had he heard what he thought he had heard. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as if someone had asked him that very question. The sound of rain hitting the leaves was the only sound that now filled the world around him—that and the beating of his heart. Chris slowly turned back to the clearing in front him. The fog had lifted just enough to allow him to see beyond the field in front of him. He could see what looked to be an old gas station. He looked at the old building for a brief second and then stepped out into the clearing. He took a few small steps and then forced himself to take a few larger ones. It wasn’t but a few seconds later that Chris had picked up his pace and was now running across the open field and towards the building. He was running like a bat out of hell. He didn’t want to be out in the open for long. He knew to be this exposed right now was inviting trouble—trouble that would be from both the dead and the living.<br/><br/>Chris was focused on the building in front of him as he ran towards it. He was in mid stride when he stumbled and fell to the ground—tripping on a root of some sort that stuck out of the ground. The building had filled Chris’s mind with hope—hope that he knew not to have in this dark and evil world. Hope was for the dying, not the living. The thought of getting out of the cold and rainy elements had consumed his mind—he had tunnel vision. It was that momentary lapse of tunnel vision that had caused him to make a mistake—a mistake that he couldn’t afford to make. It was this kind of mistakes that could get him killed or worse. He could be bitten and becoming one of them. Chris rolled onto his back and took a breath. He looked at the dark grey sky above him as droplets of rain pelted him in his face. He lifted his head off the ground and quickly looked around. He could see no one or nothing but the field he was lying in and the woods that were nearly eighty yards behind him.<br/><br/>Damn you Christopher! The voice inside his head scolding him. One mistake is all it takes. You know this world. You know that one little slip up and your dead . . . Or you become one of those things. Chris vowed to not let himself become one of the walkers. He would kill himself first. He kept one bullet in his pocket for that reason and that reason alone. He had told himself if he was ever bitten, he would put the barrel of his gun in his mouth and pull the trigger. It was an act that would have been considered suicide in the old world. It was now an act of mercy. Chris rolled over and onto his hands and knees. He leaned back onto the hunches of his feet. He felt the grittiness of dirt and debris in his mouth. Chris turned his head and spat. He spat dark brown dirt—at least he hoped that it was all dirt and not shit from the cattle that had once filled this filed. He ran the sleeve of his jacket across his mouth—it too was caked in mud and god knew what else. Chris spat again for good measure and then lifted himself off the wet ground. He shook his head and thought that if this had happened in the old world he would have cursed and then laughed his ass off at having done something so stupid. It wasn’t the old world and there was no point in cursing aloud or laughing at what his dumb ass had just done. He knew to make a sound would only bring the undead to him or alert the living that he was around. <br/>Chris stood and walked the few steps to his rifle. He picked it up and had a quick look around before checking to make sure that it hadn’t been damaged. It seemed okay. The rifle wasn’t as covered in mud and whatever else that was in this field as Chris himself was. The rifle would need a good cleaning—something Chris was diligent about doing when he was in an area that was safe to do so. The last few weeks it had been rather rare to be in an area that was safe to do anything. Chris was about to take a step when the hair on the back of his neck stood on end alerting him that something was wrong. It was a gift Chris had been blessed with—a gift that he had used in the old world a lot and more in this new world. It was an instinct that had saved his life on more than one occasion. Chris brought his rifle up and into his shoulder as he began looking around—slowly turning in a circle until he faced the old building he had been running towards. He could see nothing and no one—dead or alive. Chris let out a sigh of relief as he took a step and winched with pain. It was then that he felt the effects of not only falling flat on his face but from the root that had tripped him. He took a step and gritted his teeth. It was his ankle. He wasn’t sure if it was a bad sprain from twisting it or if it was broken. He thought he could rule it out as being broken—he had walked on and felt nothing but then again that didn’t meant anything. The adrenalin that pumped through his body was a great equalizer of pain.<br/><br/>Damnit Christopher! He cursed himself as he began hobbling across the open field and towards the building. If it is broken, you just signed your own death warrant. Stopping as he shifted his weight to one foot while moving the other one in a slow semi-circle. He could feel it starting to swell and thought that it was just a bad sprain. He told himself that if it was broken, he wouldn’t have been able to move it the way that he was moving it now. He wasn’t a doctor and it wasn’t that much of an educated guess. He was just guessing and telling himself to rub some dirt on it and keep moving. It was what his old football coach—coach Robertson—would have told him to do. Chris hobbled across the field and only stopped when he came to an old cattle wire fence. It was rusted and just looking at it made Chris wonder if his tetanus shot was up to date. If something in this shitty world has to kill me . . . why not tetanus. He thought while looking at the fence. If it wasn’t for bad luck, I would have no luck at all. He took a breath and let out with a heavy sigh while following the outline of the fence in hopes of finding a way of getting past it without having to lift himself up and over it. Chris shook his head and grumbled. It looked as if there was only one way to get through it and that was by going over it. <br/><br/>Chris took his backpack off and laid it on the other side of the fence. He did the same with his rifle and instantly felt a bit naked without it in his hands. He was fearful that walkers would come rushing out of the woods to devour him now that he was somewhat unarmed. He still had his handgun but if a horde made their presence known his long gun was the better option at this distance—at least that is what he told himself. Chris felt the hair on the back of his neck standing on end as images of the undead flooding the field began to fill his mind. Keep those damn thoughts out of your mind Christopher. No sense in letting fear get ahold of you. The time for being scared has passed. He nodded in agreement as if the voice inside his head was that of a person standing next to him. It was something he thought might become a problem in the future—voices inside his head and answering them. It was the first sign of going crazy. The world that he was living in now wasn’t too far from causing him to go insane. The survivors of this ungodly world were more terrifyingly to him than that of the undead bastards that walked the face of the earth. <br/><br/>Chris gingerly rested the weight of his body on the ankle he had just twisted. He gritted his teeth while lifting his good leg up and over the fence. It took him a few painful minutes to get across—those few minutes felt like hours, but he had finally made it. He took a quick breath and felt week from the fiery hot pain of his ankle that now consumed him. It throbbed like a toothache—maybe worse than that of a toothache. He leaned against the wire fence as the pain damn near caused him to fall to his knees. It was going to be one hell of a walk to the station that sat nearly fifty yards away. He looked across the road at the building. It felt like the building was laughing at him as he stared at it—mocking him for falling. He pulled his pants leg up and had a look at his ankle. It was swollen and starting to make his boot feel a bit tight. He wasn’t willing to admit to himself just yet that his ankle was broken. Stop thinking the worst. It could always get a hell of a lot worse. Chris chuckled like a madman as the voice inside his head echoed. He knew he needed to get across the road and inside the old gas station as soon as possible. He needed to take his boot off and prop his foot up to allow the swelling to go down. He needed a place to rest his head for the night. He knew he wasn’t going to be walking anymore today. He knew to do so would be risking his life and maybe injuring himself worse than what he already was. He couldn’t run and he could barely hobble. It was a hell of a place to be—caught between a rock and a hard place and the undead. He was a walking meat stick for the undead to feast on.<br/><br/>Chris leaned over and picked up his backpack and then slung it across his shoulders before doing the same with his rifle. He placed the palm of his hand on the butt of his holstered handgun. It was the first time he had checked to make sure it was there since falling in the middle of the field. He breathed a sigh of relief that it was—he couldn’t bear the thought of having to cross the fence and walk back to where he had fallen just to see if his gun was lying in the mud. Chris took a quick look around and then began limping across the road and towards the gas station. The station looked to have been built in the late forties if not the early fifties. It had three service bay doors that led into the service area of the old station—something you don’t see with most modern gas stations in America. Gas stations in the modern world were more about selling you your favorite beverage and snack than helping you fix your car. This station was from a different time—a different error than the one he had lived in before the outbreak. It was from a time when people truly cared about one another. It was before the world had gone to Hell in a hand basket. Chris hobbled a bit closer and noticed that the gas pumps looked to have been updated at some point—maybe five or ten years ago. It wasn’t the kind of gas pumps that you would see at all modern gas stations. It didn’t have the TV screens that would give you the news while filling your tank full of premium gas.<br/><br/>Chris finished crossing the road as he limped into the parking lot of the station. He stumbled his way over to the gas pumps to have a closer look at them. I should have stolen a car before I left. I shouldn’t have started out alone and on foot. He narrowed his eyes in knowing that he had no one to take with him. He was truly along in this world. I shouldn’t have left with only a few hours of daylight remaining in the day. He shook his head and cursed himself as he started to second guess each decision he had made since yesterday—maybe every decision he had made since the night of the outbreak. Chris left a group of survivors that he had been with for two and half months. He had left to not only save himself but to get away from a madman that he felt was far worse than the walkers ever dared to be. Deacon. Deacon was the kind of man that thrived on the misery and carnage of others. He relished in the torment and fear that he and his group of survivors could inflict on those that were unable to protect themselves. Chris had witnessed things that would turn a man’s stomach. Vile acts committed against humanity. He had seen things he couldn’t keep turning a blind eye to. Things that were being done to the living that were far worse than one could imagine. He knew to stay with them meant that he condoned their vile and evil actions. He had made his voice known among the group of survivors and with Deacon himself. He knew to speak out anymore would mean his death. Deacon was the kind of man that had ice water running through his veins. He was a man to be feared and one that needed to be praised by those within his group. Chris wasn’t the kind of man that would ever praise a sick and twisted son of a bitch like Deacon.<br/><br/>Chris had spent three and half months on his own while fighting the dead and looking for the living. He had prayed to God for help—for someone to come and help him survivor this untamed apocalyptic world that was overrun by the undead. He prayed to find a group of survivors. It wasn’t until he found Deacon and his group that his prayers had changed. He prayed for a way to escape them. He prayed to be rid of them and once again on his own. Chris had taken an oath as an officer of the law—an oath that he still felt needed to be uphold. He had taken an oath to serve and protect those that couldn’t protect themselves. It was an oath he had taken and one he had failed at doing. He wasn’t sure how to protect anyone in this nightmarish world that was filled with the living dead. Chris had seen people who had once been good and honorable do unmentionable things in order to survive. He had witnessed the killing of those that refused to bow down and take a knee in honor of their new King. Deacon. Deacon was to be their savor—the one who would not only keep them safe but save them from the walkers and those that dared go against them. Chris would rather die than be a part of what Deacon and his group were doing to survive. It wasn’t who he was—not in the old world or the new one. He wouldn’t bend at the knee—not for Deacon and not for anyone.<br/><br/>Chris blinked his eyes as his mind slowly faded from thought. He took a breath and let it out as he stepped between the pumps and then limped to the front entrance of the station. He looked at the double glassed doors with is rifle in hand. He stood there waiting for the walkers to come shambling out of the building. It didn’t happen. He wondered how many were inside waiting for him—waiting so they could make him their next meal. Maybe the dead are not the ones who inhabit this place. His heart ticked a beat faster as he took another breath and slowly let it out. The thought of the living being inside made him almost wish that he would find a pack of walkers. He looked at the building and found it odd that the windows and the doors still had glass in them. It was one of the few places that looked to have gone untouched by looters. The voice inside his head was screaming—warning him to not to go inside. It was no use. He wasn’t paying attention to the voice of reasoning. The pain of his ankle was far too great. He needed a place to not only rest but to warm up and stay the night. He needed to get out of his soaking wet clothes and out of the rain before he caught phenomena. <br/><br/>Chris limped a few steps towards the set of doors. He found himself saying a prayer as he walked. It wasn’t a prayer of asking God for protection—that shipped had sailed a long time ago. Chris was praying that there would be some food left on the shelves and a bottle or two of painkillers. He also hoped for running water—fresh water to fill his canteen. He would drink himself sick if he found the cooler stocked with bottles of water and other soft drinks. He wondered if he might find some beer or whisky still on the shelves. It might be the only thing to help take the edge off his throbbing ankle. It had been a long time since Chris had had a drink of liquor. He was sure his tolerance for alcohol was mighty low. If he found something strong to drink, he couldn’t allow himself to get carried away. He had to keep a level head if he wanted to survive. Chris was mere inches from the doors when he came to an abrupt stop. He stood there looking at the glass of the doors. The glass had a bloody handprint smeared across it. He let his eyes trace the bloody handprint to the outside handle of the doors. It too had blood on it. The voice inside his head wasn’t just talking. It was screaming with each second that passed. <br/><br/>Chris looked over his shoulder and at the field and the fence he had just crossed. He then looked up and down the road. He could see nothing in sight—no one and nowhere else to go to get out of the elements and off his ankle. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was but thought he might be on the outskirts of a small town in Virginia called Broadway. He had been in the city of Harrisonburg Virginia when he had left the group and started out for parts unknown. He walked for hours and miles before coming to the clearing he had just crossed. Chris had had no plan and no vision of where he was going. He wanted to be as far away from Deacon and his group of killers as he could be. He had stayed far longer than he had planned on staying. He had reasoned with himself to stay one more day. He had told himself to gather some things and to form a plan and then leave. That one more day had turned into being a couple of months. It was within those couple of months that Chris had witnessed the evil that dwelled not only within the group but within Deacon himself.<br/><br/>Chris turned and looked at the glass door in front of him as the voice inside his head began to whisper to him. If you stay out here, you will die. He nodded his head and took a breath. The voice was right. He couldn’t risk being out here on his own—alone and without anyone to help him should he find a group of walkers. The burning question that now filled his mind caused his heart to flutter. Is going inside worth the risk? Is finding someone else inside that is alive worth the risk? He narrowed his eyes in thought while looking at the doors. Ask yourself, Christopher, is it worth staying out here and on the road injured? The voice inside his head was now a conflicting one. One was telling him yes, it was worth going inside, while the other one was saying no, it wasn’t worth going inside. It was like having the Devil on one shoulder and an angel of God on the other. Chris knew he was damned either way. He knew to do anything else but except his fate was only prolonging what was to eventually come. Death. He bit the inside of his lip and knew that when his time came, he would go out fighting. He would go out as a dead man and not as a brain lust zombie. <br/>Chris felt a chill spreading across his body as he stood there staring at the glass with the bloody handprint smeared across it. It looked as if someone had started to fall and caught themselves on the door. Chris’s mouth felt bone dry as he looked at the handprint. He could feel his heart ticking as it began to pound like thunder in the center of his chest. He wanted to turn and hobble away but the voice inside his head stopped him. You won’t make it through the night if you stay out here. You need to go inside and get off that busted up ankle of yours. He knew to go inside this old building was a roll of the dice. He could roll a snake eyes and crap out, but he was hoping to roll a seven or an eleven—winner, winner, chicken dinner.<br/><br/>“To hell with this,” Chris mumbled.</div>
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<p></p> BESTSELLING AUTHOR’S ZOMBIE SEQUELtag:www.wickedzombies.com,2015-11-27:2826695:Topic:5516882015-11-27T23:27:29.464ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthor
<div class="single-post-thumb"><img alt="BESTSELLING AUTHOR’S ZOMBIE SEQUEL" class="attachment-620x330" height="290" src="http://zombieresearchsociety.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/zombieindianafinalcover_2_3.jpg" title="BESTSELLING AUTHOR’S ZOMBIE SEQUEL" width="620"></img></div>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://zombieresearchsociety.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/zombieindianafinalcover_2.jpg"><img alt="zombieindianafinalcover_2" class="wp-image-24101 alignleft align-full" height="384" src="http://zombieresearchsociety.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/zombieindianafinalcover_2.jpg" style="margin: 1px 8px;" width="256"></img></a> With <em>Zombie, Indiana,</em> <a href="http://scottkenemore.com">Scott Kenemore</a> returns with the third novel in his bestselling series chronicling brutal undead attacks on the heartland. The sequel to <em>Zombie, Ohio</em> and <em>Zombie, Illinois,</em> this latest effort is a tale of shocking…</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://zombieresearchsociety.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/zombieindianafinalcover_2.jpg"><img class="wp-image-24101 alignleft align-full" style="margin: 1px 8px;" src="http://zombieresearchsociety.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/zombieindianafinalcover_2.jpg" alt="zombieindianafinalcover_2" height="384" width="256"/></a>With <em>Zombie, Indiana,</em> <a href="http://scottkenemore.com">Scott Kenemore</a> returns with the third novel in his bestselling series chronicling brutal undead attacks on the heartland. The sequel to <em>Zombie, Ohio</em> and <em>Zombie, Illinois,</em> this latest effort is a tale of shocking violence and intrigue as an army of undead overtakes the Hoosier state and forces its residents to do what they must to cling to survival. A trio of protagonists– a skilled police officer, a high school track star, and the most powerful man in the state (Indiana Governor Hank “The Tank” Burleson)– set off on an epic quest that takes them through zombie-haunted cities and equally dangerous farmlands as they try to find the governor’s missing daughter . . . and, in doing so, to save the very soul of the state itself.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Here’s what people are saying about <em>Zombie, Indiana:</em></p>
<blockquote><p>I think Scott Kenemore might be one of the best literary stylists working in the horror field right now. Probably the best since Dennis Etchison. And the fact that he works with my favorite monster, the zombie, just makes it all the better. I know of few writers – Connie Willis or Joe Lansdale, perhaps – who can equal his range. Kenemore handles thrills, gore, humor and authentic human drama with equal aplomb. I have long regarded him as a favorite, and <em>Zombie, Indiana</em> continues that run unabated. Horror in the heartland has a new master scribe, and his name is Scott Kenemore!</p>
<p><strong><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_McKinney_%28author%29">Joe McKinney, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of <em>The Savage Dead</em> and <em>Dog Days</em></a></strong></p>
<p>Scott Kenemore has once again proven that he is an amazingly gifted writer who brings to the genre tales that are equally humorous and thought-provoking, gory and inspiring. <i>Zombie, Indiana</i> is just the latest in a string of highly entertaining zombie stories that every horror fan should get their hands on right away. It is a fast-paced novel with great characters and an even greater message. If Kenemore ends up writing 47 more books to cover every state in the union, I will gladly read every last word.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Indiana-Novel-Scott-Kenemore/dp/1940456002">Z<em>ombie, Indiana</em> can be purchased at Amazon HERE!</a></p> 5 of Clive Barker’s “Books of Blood” That Need Film Adaptationstag:www.wickedzombies.com,2015-10-18:2826695:Topic:5503102015-10-18T15:02:26.287ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthor
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<p>Clive Barker’s <em><strong>Books of Blood</strong></em> are six volumes of absolute horror. Sure, a few have more of a dark humor to them, but many are absolutely terrifying. We’ve had some good film and TV adaptations of his works (“Midnight Meat Train,” “Dread”), some mediocre ones (“The Yattering and Jack,” “The Skins of the Fathers”) and some really bad ones (“Rawhead Rex”, “Book of Blood”). Barker has a plethora of other short stories, and not…</p>
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<p>Clive Barker’s <em><strong>Books of Blood</strong></em> are six volumes of absolute horror. Sure, a few have more of a dark humor to them, but many are absolutely terrifying. We’ve had some good film and TV adaptations of his works (“Midnight Meat Train,” “Dread”), some mediocre ones (“The Yattering and Jack,” “The Skins of the Fathers”) and some really bad ones (“Rawhead Rex”, “Book of Blood”). Barker has a plethora of other short stories, and not just in his <em>Books of Blood</em> collection, that are deserving of film adaptations. Jonathan has made his desire for an adaptation of Barker’s <em><strong>The Thief of Always </strong></em><a href="http://bloody-disgusting.com/editorials/3309941/horror-movie-still-wishing/5/" target="_blank">very clear</a>, so here are some of mine that I would love to see on the big (or small) screen!<span id="more-3362857"></span></p>
<h2>Pig Blood Blues</h2>
<p>I know this story is about an evil pig, but out of all of Barker’s stories, this one always freaked me out the most. I don’t know how easy it would be to make this legitimately scary on film, but the climax of the story, involving the possessed pig, is absolutely terrifying.</p>
<div id="attachment_3364068" style="width: 631px;" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://cdn.bloody-disgusting.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Pig-Blood-Blues.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-3364068" src="http://cdn.bloody-disgusting.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Pig-Blood-Blues.jpg" alt="Clive Barker" height="642" width="621"/></a><p class="wp-caption-text"><a href="http://lord-summerisle.deviantart.com/art/Pig-Blood-Blues-29896512" target="_blank">Deviant Art</a></p>
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<h2>In the Hills, the Cities</h2>
<p>Less a horror story and more a fantasy, “In the Hills, the Cities” follows two gay men, Mick and Judd, on their vacation in Yugoslavia. At the same time, the population of two cities (Popolac and Podujevo) strap themselves to each other and form two giants, each representing their respective cities. Things go horribly wrong when one of the giants trips, causing thousands to die and the other city to be driven insane. I’m not sure how this one could be believably put on film, but its one of Barker’s most fascinating and inventive stories, so I’ve always wanted to see it.</p>
<div id="attachment_3364069" style="width: 468px;" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://cdn.bloody-disgusting.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/In-the-Hills-the-Cities.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-3364069" src="http://cdn.bloody-disgusting.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/In-the-Hills-the-Cities.jpg" alt="Clive Barker" height="647" width="458"/></a><p class="wp-caption-text"><a href="http://angelluiscolon.com/2014/08/28/whats-my-damage-clive-barkers-books-of-blood-vol-1/" target="_blank">Angel Luis Colón</a></p>
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<h2>Son of Celluloid</h2>
<p>I’m a sucker for anything involving an evil entity in a movie theater (see: <em><strong>Demons</strong></em>, that Season 2 <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0539347/" target="_blank">episode of </a><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0539347/" target="_blank"><strong>Charmed</strong></a></em> with a demon in the theater screen, the upcoming <em><strong>The Final Girls</strong></em>), so “Son of Celluloid” was practically written for me. It’s about a criminal who dies behind a movie screen, and his tumor gets a mind of its own and begins killing audience members at the theater. It’s a fun little tale, with a good final girl. I’m actually surprised this one hasn’t been adapted yet.</p>
<div id="attachment_3364070" style="width: 413px;" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://cdn.bloody-disgusting.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Son-of-Celluloid.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3364070" src="http://cdn.bloody-disgusting.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Son-of-Celluloid.jpg" alt="Clive Barker" height="537" width="403"/></a><p class="wp-caption-text"><a href="http://www.clivebarker.info/cellscene1.html" target="_blank">Revelations – Clive Barker</a></p>
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<h2>Human Remains</h2>
<p>“Human Remains” is the perfect arthouse story if I ever read one. Roman Polanski of David Lynch could probably do wonders with this story. It follows a gay prostitute who finds a statue of a man in one of his client’s bathrooms (coincidentally, they meet outside an arthouse cinema). He then feels like the statue is following him around as the story progresses. “Human Remains” is the perfect tension builder. There’s not a lot of action, but it tells a story of paranoia extremely well, and it all culminates in a truly haunting climax that deals with identity.</p>
<div id="attachment_3364071" style="width: 570px;" class="wp-caption alignnone"><a href="http://cdn.bloody-disgusting.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Human-Remains.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3364071" src="http://cdn.bloody-disgusting.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Human-Remains.jpg" alt="Clive Barker" height="827" width="560"/></a><p class="wp-caption-text"><a href="http://creaturecast.blogspot.com/2012/02/human-remains-by-clive-barker.html" target="_blank">Creature Cast</a></p>
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<h2>The Inhuman Condition</h2>
<p>“The Inhuman Condition” reads like something H.P. Lovecraft could have written. A group of friends beat up a vagrant and steal a knotted piece of string from him. Undoing the knots releases demons into the world who then proceed to murder the friends one by one. It’s a clever twist on the slasher film, and one that I’ve always wanted to see put on film. It could provide for some truly terrifying imagery of the demons themselves (and some great kill scenes).</p>
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<p>These are just some of my choices! What are some of Clive Barker’s other short stories you would like to see put on film (they can be any of his stories, not just a <em>Book of Blood</em>)? Let me know in the comments below</p> Smooth by Catt Dahmantag:www.wickedzombies.com,2014-01-19:2826695:Topic:5219312014-01-19T00:43:10.037ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthor
<p>I just finished the book Smooth by Catt Dahman. It's not a traditional zombies novel, but that's what makes it so intriguing.</p>
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<p>Dahman tells the story of a small town hit by a rain that changes everything including the people and not for good. Once the action starts, it never lets up. </p>
<p>All the while as I was reading it I kept seeing it as a movie. If…</p>
<p>I just finished the book Smooth by Catt Dahman. It's not a traditional zombies novel, but that's what makes it so intriguing.</p>
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<p>Dahman tells the story of a small town hit by a rain that changes everything including the people and not for good. Once the action starts, it never lets up. </p>
<p>All the while as I was reading it I kept seeing it as a movie. If you want to take on an unconventional zombie novel, I recommend this.</p>
<p></p> The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryantag:www.wickedzombies.com,2013-10-29:2826695:Topic:5168272013-10-29T18:21:41.444ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthor
<p>The Forest of Hands and Teeth is a YA novel set in the future many years after a zombie outbreak. Society has broken down, but small enclaves have survived. They live in a precarious balance of danger each day, but have a system that allows to them live a day at a time. </p>
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<p>The protagonist in the novel is a teenage girl named Mary. She has basically only known…</p>
<p>The Forest of Hands and Teeth is a YA novel set in the future many years after a zombie outbreak. Society has broken down, but small enclaves have survived. They live in a precarious balance of danger each day, but have a system that allows to them live a day at a time. </p>
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<p>The protagonist in the novel is a teenage girl named Mary. She has basically only known a world inside "the fences" and the "Unconsecrated" (zombies) outside, but she yearns for knowing a world larger than her own. </p>
<p>The world Ryan builds is fascinating and mysterious --at points, frustratingly so. There are many, many questions, but sometimes far too little answers. </p>
<p>Mary is an intriguing hero, but sometimes the novel devolves into teen angst about romance and relationships. While it is probably necessary to draw in the teen crowd, it is the least interesting thing about the book. This is not to say that there are a lot of moon-eyed looks or kissing, but she does "yearn" an awful lot. That beings said, it is really only a small part of the book. </p>
<p>And talking about it being a Teen/YA novel, there's nothing overtly juvenile about the book (with exception of the romance intrusions). This is a fascinating book and one that will make you want to keep reading. It's world is deep and wide and I wanted to know more about. </p>
<p></p> Read for Reviews Request - Sanctuary from the Deadtag:www.wickedzombies.com,2013-08-31:2826695:Topic:5123672013-08-31T19:37:33.735ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthor
<p> I just released my first zombie apocalypse novel, Sanctuary from the Dead, in July and was wondering if anyone would be interested in getting a free copy in exchange for an honest review? If you are, please respond to this post or contact me at:</p>
<p>rjspears AT gmail.com <br></br>(email address is normal, just posted here in this format to prevent spammers from getting their clutches on it.) </p>
<p>I'll only be giving away 6 copies to begin with.</p>
<p>--<br></br>R.J. Spears…</p>
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<p> I just released my first zombie apocalypse novel, Sanctuary from the Dead, in July and was wondering if anyone would be interested in getting a free copy in exchange for an honest review? If you are, please respond to this post or contact me at:</p>
<p>rjspears AT gmail.com <br/>(email address is normal, just posted here in this format to prevent spammers from getting their clutches on it.) </p>
<p>I'll only be giving away 6 copies to begin with.</p>
<p>--<br/>R.J. Spears</p>
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<p>The Enemy by Charlie Higson is a teen/young adult novel employing a zombie variant in the plot. Now, that being said, it's still quite compelling. Higson gives the reader compelling characters who we end up caring a great deal about and he isn't too squeamish about killing them. I can say that I couldn't wait to get back to each time I set it down.</p>
<p>--<br/><a href="http://www.rjspears.com" target="_blank">R.J. Spears</a></p>
<p>The Enemy by Charlie Higson is a teen/young adult novel employing a zombie variant in the plot. Now, that being said, it's still quite compelling. Higson gives the reader compelling characters who we end up caring a great deal about and he isn't too squeamish about killing them. I can say that I couldn't wait to get back to each time I set it down.</p>
<p>--<br/><a href="http://www.rjspears.com" target="_blank">R.J. Spears</a></p> Mace of the Apocalypsetag:www.wickedzombies.com,2013-06-21:2826695:Topic:5043032013-06-21T12:14:40.925ZKevinWimerAuthorhttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KevinWimerAuthor
<p>I just finished Dan William's "Mace of the Apocalypse." It's a great zombie outbreak novel set in the San Francisco Bay area. A series of terrorist attacks triggers an outbreak of zombies across the country. Mace is a bounty hunter with his lover Jade caught in the middle of it all. The book starts fast and gets faster.</p>
<p>Williams does some smart things by offering a derivative on the zombie approach which makes the really interesting. </p>
<p>There's a underlying thread of faith…</p>
<p>I just finished Dan William's "Mace of the Apocalypse." It's a great zombie outbreak novel set in the San Francisco Bay area. A series of terrorist attacks triggers an outbreak of zombies across the country. Mace is a bounty hunter with his lover Jade caught in the middle of it all. The book starts fast and gets faster.</p>
<p>Williams does some smart things by offering a derivative on the zombie approach which makes the really interesting. </p>
<p>There's a underlying thread of faith throughout that book that gives the book a nice foundation.</p>
<p>If you have some time, I'd definitely recommend "Mace of the Apocalypse."</p>
<p>--<br/><a href="http://www.rjspears.com" target="_blank">R.J. Spears</a></p>