Zombie Fallout 5: Alive in a Dead World (45 page)

A nearly toothless old woman sat on the front
porch. She was strumming a banjo and stooped down every once in a
while to pick up a jug with unknown contents. She would drink her
fill and then put the container down to begin again on her
picking.

Tomas was coming up on her blind side when
she spoke. “You from the government?” she asked before turning
around. When she did turn to the approaching boy, she spoke again.
“No, not the government, you’re a powerful one, you are. What do
you want with my boy?”

Tomas saw no reason to be obtuse with her.
“He has something of mine, of my sister’s, actually.”

“The stone. That damned blood stone, I knew
it was bad, and now it’s brought you.”

“Better me, old woman, than my sibling. You
would not be having this conversation with her.”

“I can feel that thing in my house. It itches
under my skin, like a tick. It burrows under the skin and spreads.”
She shivered, even though the outside temperature was hovering
around the mid nineties and the humidity had drenched her clothes.
“He won’t give it up willingly.”

“I can be pretty persuasive.”

“I bet you can. Step closer, boy, so I can
see what you are.”

Tomas did as she asked.

She put her instrument down and grabbed both
his hands in a surprisingly firm grip for someone so fragile
looking. She spoke as if in a trance. “You walk in both worlds,
unable to die and unwilling to live. You have light in your heart,
but a darkness where your soul should be. You have seen much pain
and misery, yet you try to do as much as you can to prevent it as
you go about your journey. You are much, much older than I, yet you
look younger than my boy. I do not know who or what you are, but
you are the rightful owner of that accursed stone, I can feel it in
my bones.”

“Is your son home? The sooner I get what
belongs to me, the sooner I can get going.”

“I think that would be for the best. Gentry!”
she yelled, never letting go of Tomas’ hands or looking away from
him.

Gentry came around the side of the shack and
almost started to run when he saw the stranger on his porch.

“Don’t be a damned fool,” his mother said,
not witnessing one nuance on his face as he came up behind her.
“This young man,” she began and then winked at Tomas. “Says that
you have something that belongs to him.”

“Ma? I don’t know what either of you are
talking about.”

“You’ll kill us both if he won’t give up the
stone, won’t you?” The old woman asked.

“Yes, and still, it will be a better fate
than the one my sister would bestow upon you.”

“You’re the white witch’s brother?” Gentry
asked, almost collapsing.

Tomas did not need to answer.

“I killed my best friend for that stone and I
became a deserter. Both things are punishable by death and still I
don’t know why I did it. I can’t even stand to look at it, yet I
carry it with me everywhere I go. It’ll be a relief to get rid of
it,” Gentry said as he reached far down into his pocket and pulled
out a stone, which he’d wrapped in a small piece of cloth.

Tomas took a big intake of air as the stone
was placed into his hand, now that the old woman had finally
yielded it.

“What will you do with me now?” Gentry asked.
All the spirit had been drained from him.

“You will go on with your useless life such
as it is, knowing that you killed your friend for a stone that is
valuable to no one, save one. I wish that I could feel pity for
you, but I don’t. Good day,” he added for the old woman as he
turned to leave.

“What is it? What is the stone?” Gentry
asked.

Tomas held it up to the blazing sun. Two
occlusions were outlined through the fiery red brilliance. And then
like a comet flashing across the sky, the answer came to him. “It
is my sister’s soul and that of the medicine man that trapped her
here.”

It was the old woman’s turn to breathe
deeply.

“Get it off my property! It should have never
been here, there are things going on that should never be!”

She was still raving as Tomas found his way
down the tree lined pathway that led away.

Post Script – If you have asked yourself the
meaning of the picture that heads each of Michael’s journal
entries, it is a simple and powerful explanation at the same time –
it is his path home.

Zombie Fallout

It was a flu season like no other. With fears
of contracting the H1N1 virus running rampant through the country,
people lined up in droves to try and obtain one of the coveted
vaccines. What was not known, was the effect this largely untested,
rushed to market, inoculation was to have on the unsuspecting
throngs.

Within days, feverish folk throughout the
country, convulsed, collapsed and died, only to be re-born. With a
taste for brains, blood and bodies, these modern day zombies
scoured the lands for their next meal. Overnight the country became
a killing ground for the hordes of zombies that ravaged the
land.

This is the story of Michael Talbot, his
family and his friends. When disaster strikes, Mike a
self-proclaimed survivalist, does his best to ensure the safety and
security of those he cares for. Can brains beat brain eaters? It's
a battle for survival, winner take all!

Zombie Fallout 2: A Plague Upon Your
Family

Zombies have destroyed Little Turtle, the
Talbot’s find themselves on the run from a ruthless enemy that will
stop at nothing to end their lineage. Here are the journal entries
of Michael Talbot, his wife Tracy, their three kids Nicole, Justin
and Travis. With them are Brendon, Nicole's fiancée and Tommy
previously a Wal-Mart door greeter who may be more than he seems.
Together they struggle against a relentless enemy that has singled
them out above all others. As they travel across the war-torn
country side they soon learn that there are more than just zombies
to be fearful of, with law and order a long distant memory some
humans have decided to take any and all matters into their own
hands. Can the Talbots come through unscathed or will they suffer
the fate of so many countless millions before them. It's not just
brains versus brain-eaters anymore. And the stakes may be higher
than merely life and death with eternal souls on the line.

Zombie Fallout 3: The End…

 Continues Michael Talbot's quest to be
rid of the evil named Eliza that hunts him and his family across
the country. As the world spirals even further down into the abyss
of apocalypse one man struggles to keep those around him
safe.  Side by side Michael stands with his wife, their
children, his friends and the wonder Bulldog Henry along with the
Wal-Mart greeter Tommy who is infinitely more than he appears and
whether he is leading them to salvation or death is only a measure
of degrees.

As Justin continues to slip further into the
abyss he receives help from an unexpected ally all of which leads
up to the biggest battle thus far.

Dr. Hugh Mann – A Zombie Fallout Prequel
3.5

Dr Hugh Mann delves deeper into what caused
the zombie invasion. Early in the 1900’s Dr. Mann discovers a
parasite that brings man to the brink of an early extinction. Come
along on the journey with Jonathan Talbot is bride to be Marissa
and the occasional visitations from the boy with the incredible
baklava. Could there be a cure somewhere here and what part does
the blood locket play?

Zombie Fallout IV: The End…Has Come and
Gone

The End…has come and gone. This is the new
beginning, the new world order and it sucks. The end for humanity
came the moment the U.S. government sent out the infected flu
shots. My name is Michael Talbot and this is my journal. I’m
writing this because no one’s tomorrow is guaranteed, and I have to
leave something behind to those who may follow.

So continues Mike’s journey, will he give up
all that he is in a desperate bid to save his family and friends?
Eliza is coming, can anyone be prepared?