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I’m excited to announce that I will be participating for my second year in the October Frights Blog Hop, hosted by Clarissa Johal. It starts October 10th and finishes on the 15th. Please click the link above to find out more about this event.

This year I will be posting five creepy short stories (sorry, no zombies) to celebrate the Halloween season. You can read them starting on the 10th over at my DFTD Blogger site: http://dontfeedthedark.blogspot.com/

Here’s the line up:

ATM:
Find out what happens when a man making a late-night run to the cash machine gets an unexpected guest.

Boogeyman:
My spin on the classic closet monster tale.

Animals:
Sometimes the monsters within are much more terrifying than the imagined… especially when you’re trapped with them.

Previous Owner:
Ever fall asleep at the wheel for a few seconds and wake up wondering how you didn’t crash? This story looks at one possibility for those unaccounted seconds.

Moore’s Mountain:
Halloween and Christmas merge in this terrifying tale.

Bonus Story: Mr. Thompson’s Obsession:
Sometimes the latest horror is right next door…

I hope to see you all on October 10th. And don’t forget to visit all the other authors to find out what horrific offerings they have in store.

-Scott

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Chapter 33-2: Detour

Posted: October 5, 2016 in Apocalypse, books, creative writing, drama, Free Online Novel, free zombie books, Horror, horror fiction, killing zombies, living dead, monsters, mystery, novels, serial novels, Survival, suspense, thriller, Uncategorized, walking dead, writer's blogs, zombie books, Zombies
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Whaler’s Cove, a newer development, was a once cozy and scenic neighborhood of two-story Colonial style homes built on connecting streets that formed a figure eight around two large ponds, which served a variety of small fishing boats tied off to community docks. Aside from localized fishing, the ponds were ideal for swimming in the summers, as well as other recreation, such as a two small playgrounds and a dog park. What made the properties at Whaler’s Cove so appealing (and expensive) was the fact that it was set back into the woods, which made it perfect for privacy, as the entire neighborhood appeared on the road map as one lonesome cul-de-sac with a quarter-mile long road that connected it to the nearest main road. Gina had selected it for its close proximity to the bad man’s ranch, but also because it was isolated.

They walked the ruins of Whaler’s Cove with a strong sense of foreboding. Every house appeared damaged as if some large storm had swept through the area. There was litter everywhere. One house looked like it had caught fire while others looked looted as doorways stood open with its contents spewed out across neglected front lawns. Mother Nature had not been kind to Whaler’s Cove as returning tall grass began to sprout up in numerous places, even from cracks in poorly maintained streets. Vines began crawling their way back up aluminum siding as winter’s release once more allowed vegetation to flourish. The pond had overflowed, causing flooding in the parks. The water looked murky and long-dead of any fish life.

The worst part was the smell. The scent of something long dead lingered in the air, barely masked by the rancid smell of the two polluted ponds.

Diane couldn’t stop looking at the second floor broken windows of several houses they passed. They all appeared dark with the potential to hide prying eyes. She scanned each house through the scope of her rifle… and discovered nothing. “This place is too quiet,” she observed. “Makes me nervous being out on these streets. It’s like, the living don’t belong in places like this anymore… and you can feel it.”

“Like a presence definitely making you feel unwanted,” Hagar finished. “She’s right, Gina. We shouldn’t be here.”

Gina continued to walk at the front with Marcus, trying not to pay attention to one more horror story played out in the past tense through the visuals before them. Aside from the decrepit conditions of the neighborhood, there were plenty of signs of violence as she couldn’t help noticing dark crimson stains partially concealed by vegetation. Something horrible had happened here… like everywhere else… and she tried not to imagine what sort of hell had occurred after The Change struck this once tranquil community six months ago.

“Don’t let your imaginations fuck with you,” she advised. “This is the same as everywhere else… we should come to expect places like this by now.” She looked over at Tony. He wore a look of pain as he focused on staring at his feet. “More ghosts?”

Tony just shook his head. He obviously didn’t feel like talking.

“I found a community chapel or meeting hall at the back of the subdivision, facing the larger pond,” Marcus explained. “It has a bell tower at the top.” He pointed ahead of them. “You can almost see it from here. Should be good for us to hold up in. We can spray paint something in the tower for our strange little friend to find.”

Gina nodded. She could now see the chapel. “I’d heard of these neighborhood churches before but have never seen one. I guess they were popular for a while, back when people gave a shit about knowing their neighbors. It’s odd to find a recently built one.”

“Perhaps the residents wanted it,” Marcus suggested. “Or maybe they had their own insidious little cult going on in this hidden little paradise.”

Gina stared at him. Sometimes it was hard to tell when Marcus was joking since his stony face often hid his emotions.

He turned to her and winked, offering her a small crack of a smile.

Gina let loose a nervous laugh. “Nothing ever shakes you does it, Marcus?”

“I’m just glad to be alive, Gina. The rest is all irrelevant.”

“All these people who have died, and that’s all you can say?”

He turned and clarified, “I don’t want to appear callous… it’s just that, well, I don’t feel that it’s the livings’ job to continue mourning the dead any longer. What’s happened is done and it’s time to move on.” He made a sweeping motion with his arm. “Desolate places likes this now serve to celebrate the living. They stand as monuments, or reminders for the rest of us who are fortunate to still be alive.”

“Reminders of what?” she asked.

“To embrace life while we still can… like we never have before. That is what’s left now. We could die tomorrow, but even that doesn’t matter. There is just now and we need to be ‘present’ in it.”

She stared at the strange man and then shook her head. “Marcus, even after all this time, I still struggle to understand you.”

He smiled. “One day, Gina, you will understand everything.”

Gina let that comment hang as they approached the chapel. She started motioning with her hands and everyone assumed their tactical positions near the front door.

“I checked it before coming back,” Marcus whispered. “It was clear… and surprisingly clean.”

Gina nodded. She opened the door and they moved as one through the musty smelling space with guns raised. It was still empty.

The interior of the chapel was very small and basic. There was a podium on a slightly raised platform. A large wooden cross hung on the wall behind it. There were two doors on either end of the platform. On both sides of the main aisle were five rows of pews.

“As far as churches go,” Hagar began, “this one’s an outhouse compared to most.”

“You don’t strike me as the church-going type,” Diane teased.

Hagar gave her a faraway look, and then said, “When the shit hit, everyone started going to church. It didn’t stop people from getting slaughtered.”

Diane left that alone.

Gina felt uneasy in the small chapel. Compared to the rest of the neighborhood, this place had been spared from the horrors which had once occurred here. “Someone’s been here. Maybe not for a while, but somebody came back and kept this place… inviting.”

“Maybe there was a chaplain who survived,” Tony offered. He looked up at the large cross. “Maybe he waited here for his flock to show up. Or maybe he just didn’t know where else to go afterwards.”

Gina walked up to the podium and found a Bible left open. She blew dust off the pages. There was a passage highlighted in yellow that made the hairs on her arms stand up:

But be sure you do not eat the blood, because the blood is the life,
and you must not eat the life with the meat.

She closed the book a little too loudly, causing them all to stare at her. She tried not to imagine what the last sermon preached here might have been. “Let’s get started. Hopefully we won’t be here long. Marcus, did you find a way up to the bell tower?”

“Yes. The doors behind you lead to a narrow hallway behind the wall with the cross on it. There’s a couple of small rooms back there… an office and a bathroom. A second door inside the bathroom leads to a storage room with a staircase leading up to the tower above us.”

“Diane?” Gina said.

The hunter was already removing a can of red spray paint from her bag. “I’m on it.”

“Take Marcus with you. No one goes anywhere alone. You two stay up there and watch the neighborhood. If something’s moving out there, and I don’t care if it’s a fucking curtain blowing in the wind, I want to know about it immediately.”

“You expecting trouble?” Diane asked.

Gina looked around the chapel and frowned. “I’m always expecting trouble.”

Diane and Marcus departed through the door to Gina’s right.

“Two hours,” Hagar reminded her. “Two hours… and that little shit’s on his own.”

Before Gina could respond, Hagar walked away, positioning himself at the far end of the pew to the left, at the back of the chapel. He sat down and placed his rifle across his lap, but turned so he could keep an eye on the door.

“Everyone feels them, Gina,” Tony said. “Even you this time.”

She scowled at him. “This has nothing to do with ghosts. We’re in hostile territory and we haven’t seen anyone here, living or dead, and that’s always dangerous.”

Tony nodded and stared back at the cross. “How many do you think are left? Survivors like us, I mean.”

Gina considered this. “It was a brutal winter. Anyone who managed to hide from the dead before the first storms hit still needed a secure shelter with food, water, supplies… and that’s not even accounting for the cold. Without electricity for heat, warm clothes, or the ability to safely light a fucking fire without being discovered… I would have to say that our little corner of Ohio has become much quieter.”

Tony considered this. “Seems like we’re either the lucky ones or they are.”

“That’s a very pessimistic statement coming from you,” Gina said. “Has living in that damn bunker all these months changed you that much?”

Tony sighed. “I think the truth of this new world is finally catching up to me.”

Gina waited.

“Before, when I was on the run with Sam and Orosco, we started with nothing and found pockets of people all over. Before we knew it, we had our own community and we fed on each other’s hopes and dreams of finding loved ones or just encouraged each other to keep believing that we would outlive this thing and everything would be restored… eventually. But now… ”

“Now we’re forced to accept the truth that if our families aren’t dead yet, they will be, because no one’s coming to save us. No one’s coming to restore the world to what it once was.” Gina looked away and finished. “Nothing will ever be same again because the world we knew is dead… and we’re still here, watching that corpse rot away before our eyes until it’s our turn to go away.”

Tony gave her a hard look. “Do you really believe that, Gina?”

“When the man I love has begun to lose hope, then it doesn’t really matter what I believe.”

“I… I haven’t given up,” Tony said. “It’s just that, well, it’s been so long since we found anyone else or heard anything… seen anything promising. And then to survive the winter and get back outside only to discover that everything got worse and not better…”

“I know how you feel, Tony. The difference between us is that I never allowed myself to believe things would get better. I can’t afford to. That’s not to say that I’m happy about it. Believe me, I would rather be wrong.”

Tony shook his head. “When Marcus managed to repair that damn communications console, and then he picked up the bad man’s broadcast, I guess I needed to believe that there were still people left to save, especially since I knew exactly what they were going through, locked up in that basement. It gave me purpose again and made me feel like we hadn’t been hiding in that damn shelter for nothing… that we could actually get back outside and find people again… become strong again…”

“Like your first group with Sam at the wheel?” Gina said.

Tony was quick to defend. “I didn’t mean it like that, Gina. I’m grateful for the group we have… it’s just different now.”

Gina sighed. “Would you have left with Orosco and the others if not for me? You can be honest. Our situation at the time we all hid in that hole for the winter was not ideal.”

Tony looked her in the eye. “If you’re asking me if I regret staying, then the answer is no. I don’t care if everyone decided to leave except you. I would’ve still stayed.”

Gina managed a smile. “And just think of all the alone time we could have had. Can you imagine the possibilities?”

She could still make the big man blush. Tony look at his feet and laughed.

“Now that’s better,” she said. “We’ve come a long way since Herpies, don’t you think?”

Tony had to cover his mouth from laughing too hard.

This caused Gina to giggle.

Hagar turned to look at them, shook his head, and then mumbled something as he turned back toward the door.

When they both managed to regain control, Tony said, “Well, if nothing else, you finally got your wish.”

“And what’s that?” she asked.

“All that money you were saving just to get away, just for us both to get away from that life… and start over. I guess this counts.”

Gina laughed. “You’re kidding right? I’d trade all this living-on-the-edge-of-death crap in for another shitty gig at Herbies House of Ladies in a heartbeat.”

They both considered the finality of Gina’s words and together said, “Fuck that!”

This caused another round of barely contained laughter, awarding them another nasty look from Hagar.

Before Gina could prepare herself, Tony stepped in, put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. As his lips met hers, she felt a flash of her old self take over as she surrendered to his kiss, her legs becoming weak and her heart rate tripling.

In the months they’d been living in the shelter, they had been intimate, but this was the first time in months, since the first few times they’d had sex, that the passion had returned. She never knew how much she needed that passion until finally realizing how hard she’d worked at extinguishing the fire between them.

And then that cold, dark place demanded she come back.

You can’t have this, Gina, the darkness reminded her. When he dies, and he will die, you’ll spiral out of control… forever. And if you die first, he will never recover.

She immediately tensed up and pulled away from Tony’s embrace. She looked at the ground and said, “Let’s do one more sweep of this place just in case Marcus missed something.”

Tony frowned and dropped his arms, his disappointment evident. “Can’t ever lower your force fields for a moment, can you?”

She raised her head and met his frustrated gaze. Oh, Tony, better you hate me now and survive tomorrow, than love me. Nothing good can come from that anymore… except the promise of more pain.

Tony’s face softened as he let out a long sigh. “Well, let’s go check this place out.” He started walking away.

Back when you were that foolish and frightened girl taking off her clothes for money, hiding behind that persona of being someone bold and beautiful, how many times did you let him walk away like that when you dreamed he might one day kiss you the way he just tried? The thought surprised her. And now… now that he loves you, despite you, you’re still that foolish and frightened girl.

Gina closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

If only she could stop hating herself less than she loved him.

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The bell tower was a box just wide enough to accommodate the two of them and tall enough for Diane and Marcus to stand on either side of the rustic looking bell that was a little bigger than a football helmet. A thick rope hung down between them, attached to the bell, which they were careful not to touch.

Diane carefully leaned over the front facing four-foot wall and quickly spray-painted her message to Nine in bold bright red.

When she finished, she smiled as the memory of their brief conversation in the compound cafeteria surfaced…

…“So what do you think my odds are of landing a date with one of the few gorgeous girls left in the world?” Nine had teased.

“I don’t know,” she shot back, not appreciating the attention he was drawing from other onlookers. “How close are you to being the last man on earth?”

Nine had laughed. “I’m pretty good with numbers. I’d say that before… my chances had to be like one in a thousand… assuming we lived in the same area and accounting for all your previous choice variables.”

“My ‘choice variables’? Give me a break… and your numbers are far too generous in your favor. I think it was more like one in a hundred thousand… if you’re lucky. Who’s to say I wouldn’t date an out-of-state guy?”

“Okay, I’ll let you have that,” Nine had continued. “But now… I’d have to say my chances have improved to one in fifty at landing that date, assuming you’re looking for someone close to your own age and considering your limited options. In fact, the longer we’re out here, the greater my odds, if you consider our hazardous occupations, shorter life expectancy, the sudden decrease in surrounding populations outside the compound… I’d say I’m looking better and better with each passing day.” He’d sipped from his coffee cup, feeling rather pleased with himself.

“You’re numbers are inaccurate. You’re assuming I don’t prefer women.”

Nine had choked on his coffee. “I… I hadn’t considered that.”

Diane had laughed long and hard at the young man’s surprise…

…Diane looked again at the message and tried not to laugh. If that doesn’t make him come running… She let the thought hang, feeling foolish for entertaining it.

After she climbed back in, Marcus handed back her rifle with an unreadable expression on his face that made her uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” she said. Diane looked around the small space, appreciating the view it afforded on all four sides. “This is a good spot,” she said, realizing that she couldn’t avoid speaking to the strange man in such close quarters. Marcus’s penetrating stares always made her feel like she was under a microscope whenever brief opportunities like this forced them to converse. “We’ll be able to see any deadheads long before they know we’re here.”

Marcus stepped up to the front wall and leaned up against it. “Yes… I suppose you’re right,” he added in an indifferent tone. He started scanning the quiet street below, sensing the hunter’s unease.

Diane quickly re-slung her rifle, letting it hang loose across her chest. She then retrieved a pair of binoculars from her small pack and handed them to Marcus.

“Thank you,” he said, accepting the binos and putting them up to his eyes. After a long moment of listening to the hunter inspect her spare magazines as she was unable to sit still for very long, he said, “I’m sure he’s okay out there. Our clever friend is always finding ways to stay one step ahead of trouble.”

“I’m not worried,” she quickly defended. “I’ve got more important things to think about other than that man’s foolishness. Never should’ve come in the first place. I don’t know what Gina was thinking bringing him along.”

Marcus pulled the binoculars from his face and turned, raising an eyebrow in her direction.

She caught his gaze and then smirked. “Sorry. That kid gets under my skin. What kind of name is that anyway…‘Nine Lives’? What is he, a fucking cat?”

Marcus smiled, realizing that she was speaking more out of nervousness and frustration than choosing to confide in him. He studied her appearance again. Diane always wore her shoulder-length brown hair in a braid, ponytail or tucked up under a hat. Today it was braided. She always wore loose-fitting clothes, and never anything that would cause a man to give her a second glance. She was a short, slender woman with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Marcus had seen her occasionally wearing tank-tops coming out of her small curtained off space in the compound late at night when nightmares made her restless. Her dull brown eyes matched her dull appearance, aiding in masking a potentially beautiful woman, if Diane cared for such things. She excelled in becoming someone not memorable. He strongly suspected that she didn’t want a man’s attention, or affections, but demanded their respect as an equal.

“He’s only two years younger than you,” he poked. “And although he’s only eighteen, after all he’s experienced in the last half a year, I believe he’s graduated from ‘kid’ status. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Diane stood up and started scanning the neighborhood.

“I see,” Marcus said, choosing to exercise the weapon of patience as he waited for the young woman to volunteer more. He knew when to stab and when not to.

Diane sighed. “He’s got no business being out here. He can’t hunt, fight, and his recklessness will only end badly for someone… eventually.”

“And yet, the young man has a remarkable way of courting Death and departing the ball before she knows he’s gone.”

“Again… reckless.” Diane shifted uncomfortably.

Marcus waited.

“Those flares he set off,” she continued, “might have attracted every dead thing in the area to our location. That was very stupid.”

“Possibly,” Marcus conceded. “But those flares did allow us to escape undetected.”

“We could’ve found another way out of that,” Diane said. “Doesn’t matter. All I know is that we’re waiting around in this dead place for Nine, when we should’ve been home by now.”

Marcus nodded. After a minute of strained silence, he said, “You don’t have to try so hard.”

She turned to look at him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re way too intense for a young woman your age. Perhaps you should let your hair down and… live a little. None of us are guaranteed a tomorrow. You are still allowed to care for someone.”

She watched Marcus put the binos back to his eyes. He wore a wicked little smile which pissed her off. “When I want your advice… old man… I’ll ask for it,” she snapped. “And stop hinting at things that are further from the truth. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You do know that Nine is quite taken by you, right? Doesn’t take a tracker for the rest of us to see it.”

Diane scowled. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do. You think that just because that idiot has a crush on me that I’m supposed to… what? Be flattered? Reciprocate because it’s slim pickings on romance these days? Have you looked around lately, Marcus? The world is dead and out to make us just as dead. What makes you think that I would give a shit about some boy wanting to take me to the apocalyptic prom?”

“I was only making an observation. I meant no offense.”

She turned away and countered, “Besides, I don’t see you getting anywhere with those lingering stares on our boss when you think no one’s watching. What’s the point? You can’t have her as much as I can’t have anything like that… not now.”

“Gina and I are friends,” Marcus corrected. “I watch after her because she needs my help. There’s nothing more to it than that.”

Diane snickered. “You said it yourself, I’m a tracker. I pay attention to signs and read them. What I see when you look at her is something a little more than friendship.”

Marcus laughed. “Well… I guess there’s no fooling you, Diane. I will admit, my affections for Gina go beyond the borders of friendship.” He peered over the petition to read the spray-painted message. “Speaking of signs, what’s that one mean?”

Diane was caught off guard by the question. Flustered, she answered, “It’s… it’s an inside joke. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Whatever you say.” He smiled and finished, “I’ve been known to pick up on a sign or two, myself. I think maybe a little recklessness is exactly what you need. You just don’t know it yet.”

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Chapter 31-1: Marvin’s Day (Coming August 29th)

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Just a quick teaser for the start of Don’t Feed The Dark, Book Four: Phantoms, beginning Monday, August 29th. So here is the chapter line-up for the serial novel version of Book Four so far:

PART VI: THE THAW

Chapter 31: Marvin’s Day

Chapter 32: Wasteland

Chapter 33: Detour

Chapter 34: Dead Dolls (Part I)

Chapter 35: Uprising

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PART VII: THE SHADOW OF THINGS

Chapter 36: Through the Eyes of a Devil

Chapter 37: Healing

I know… I know… it isn’t much of a teaser, but at least you know what’s coming. Oh, and Book Five is already in the pre-planning stages.

More to come,
-Scott

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Don’t Feed The Dark Updates: 6/12/16

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Hello Everyone,

We will be wrapping up Book Three this week with the last three-episode chapter, titled, Aftermath. But this is not the conclusion of the series. Fortunately, for all of you who joined in on the second run of the first three books, you will only have to wait a short while to find out what’s coming next.

For the rest of you who have been with me since the first serial run, which started in February 2014 and concluded in January 2015, you will finally get to continue reading this story. Thank you for your patience.

In August, I will begin posting new episodes to the fourth installment of Don’t Feed The Dark, titled, Phantoms. I will talk more about Book Four after the conclusion of Book Three.

Looking ahead: Presently, I have 83,000 words written for the new story arc and quite a bit more to write. I am hoping to have the fourth book (rough draft) finished before October, but time will tell. I also have two additional spin-off stories planned that I will write as time allows.

After the conclusion of Book Three on Friday, I’m sure your brains will be spinning with all kinds of questions, or maybe you simply want to share your enjoyment of the story up to this point, or, maybe you just want to yell at me for the outcome of Book Three (sorry, no spoilers). In any case, I will be posting an “Afterwards” episode over the weekend discussing various topics from the first three books and open the floor to all of you who have burning questions that need answered. I will try to answer what I can, but understand, this is still an ongoing series.

Also, during the two month wait, I’m entertaining the idea of running an online show dedicated to DFTD which will allow my cast members (still alive, or deceased) a chance to be interviewed and allow readers to ask questions to them directly. I’m thinking about calling it After the Dark, and it would post once a week. Should be fun.

Well, that’s all for now. I hope you enjoy the last three episodes of Book Three… see you this weekend ;)

-Scott

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Reviews Requested For Don’t Feed The Dark

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Hello Everyone,

If you’ve been reading Don’t Feed The Dark online, or if you’ve already purchased and read the books, the best thing you could do to show your appreciation and let me know you’ve been enjoying the series is to help me spread the word so that more readers find out about this long, dark zombie series.

If you have read as far as the first fifteen chapters online (which is all of Book One), and you have an active account at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, etc., please consider leaving a short and honest review about the book (or books) to let others know what you enjoyed about it. Reviews are like gold and really attract readership. I’m not asking anyone to buy the books. You don’t have to purchase them to encourage others to read them. I will continue to post this entire series online for free as long as people continue to find it and keep on reading. But for those who would rather read the books instead, your words would go a long way to help persuade potential readers to give this series a try.

Depending on how far you’ve read so far, here are a few main links you could write reviews for:

Book One (Chapters 1-15)
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Anything you can do to help would be appreciated.

If reviews are just not your thing, Here’s a couple other ways you could support the cause:

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Also, you could vote for DFTD over at Top Site List. I’m currently ranked #39 and gradually climbing.

Anything you can do to help me get Don’t Feed The Dark to the readers is appreciated. Be sure to spread the word on all your social media sites as well.

Thanks again for your support,
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Please Vote for Don’t Feed The Dark

Posted: February 27, 2016 in Apocalypse, books, contests, creative writing, drama, Free Online Novel, free zombie books, Horror, horror fiction, killing zombies, living dead, monsters, mystery, novels, serial novels, Survival, suspense, thriller, Uncategorized, walking dead, writer's blogs, zombie books, Zombies
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Hello Everyone,

If you’ve been reading Don’t Feed The Dark online, or if you’ve already purchased and read the books, the best thing you could do to show your appreciation and let me know you’ve been enjoying the series is to help me spread the word so that more readers find out about this long, dark zombie series.

Here’s a couple easy ways you could do so:

Please consider voting for DFTD over at topwebfiction  No registration is required. just click and vote. You can vote for it every seven days to keep it on the list. This is a great place to be listed and I’ve received quite a few visitors due to this great listing site for serials.

Also, you could vote for DFTD over at Top Site List. I’m currently ranked #46 and gradually climbing.

Anything you can do to help me get Don’t Feed The Dark to the readers is appreciated. Be sure to spread the word on all your social media sites as well.

Thanks again for your support,
-Scott

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Please Vote for Don’t Feed The Dark

Posted: February 23, 2016 in Apocalypse, books, creative writing, drama, Free Online Novel, free zombie books, Horror, horror fiction, Interviews/Reviews, killing zombies, living dead, monsters, mystery, novels, serial novels, Survival, suspense, thriller, Uncategorized, walking dead, writer's blogs, zombie books, Zombies
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Hello Everyone,

If you’ve been reading Don’t Feed The Dark online, or if you’ve already purchased and read the books, the best thing you could do to show your appreciation and let me know you’ve been enjoying the series is to help me spread the word so that more readers find out about this long, dark zombie series.

Here’s a couple easy ways you could do so:

Please consider voting for DFTD over at Webfictionguide.com. Once you reach my listing page, just scroll down until you see the link that says “Vote for it at topwebfiction.com”. No registration is required. just click and vote. You can vote for it every seven days to keep it on the list. This is a great place to be listed and I’ve received quite a few visitors due to this great listing site for serials.

Also, you could vote for DFTD over at Top Site List. I’m currently ranked #53 and gradually climbing.

Anything you can do to help me get Don’t Feed The Dark to the readers is appreciated. Be sure to spread the word on all your social media sites as well.

Thanks again for your support,
-Scott

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Special: Beyond Survival

Posted: February 15, 2016 in Apocalypse, books, contests, creative writing, drama, Free Online Novel, free zombie books, Giveaways, Horror, horror fiction, Interviews/Reviews, killing zombies, living dead, monsters, mystery, novels, serial novels, Survival, suspense, thriller, Uncategorized, walking dead, writer's blogs, zombie books, Zombies
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What I find most appealing about writing apocalyptic horror fiction is discovering what my cast of characters will do when faced with extreme circumstances, and finding out how survivors deal with one another in a world no longer fit for the living. I find myself struggling vicariously through them as these characters come to life on the pages and drag me along on a life-or-death rollercoaster of decisions, loaded with consequences.

In my book series, Don’t Feed The Dark, a virus known only as The Change, strikes randomly, turning roughly one in every five people into flesh-craving maniacs. Survivors do not understand how they were spared while so many were not, including loved ones, neighbors… the person sitting next to you. Over time, strangers forced to fight together for survival must face more than the living dead, they must face the monsters within themselves and find out what kind of people they truly are. Which brings about all sorts of interesting questions to explore:

Is it enough to simply survive… and at what cost is that survival worth? How much of our humanity must we give up in order to preserve our fragile claim on the human race? When the hard choices are presented, what can we live with at the end of the day to ward off the phantoms of guilt which rise up in the night to devour our sleep-deprived souls?

I suspect that we may never really know the answers to these questions until we are forced to face a real zombie epidemic. At best, we can speculate, based on our present beliefs and perceptions of ourselves. I am sure we would all love to say we would do the noble or decent thing in all circumstances. However, when we are forced into survival mode, what would we really do to save our own skins and the people we care about?

Bottom line: What decisions can we live with long after the dead have moved on to easier prey, leaving us alone to face the implications of those decisions?

The following scenarios are intended to explore difficult circumstances we might face in a zombie apocalypse and find out what we would do. Survival is a brutal affair, especially after the rules of normal living have been slaughtered in the streets on Day One. There are no longer right or wrong answers, only survival and the loads we must bear to continue to stay alive. In the end, the dead cannot judge the living… or can they?

Scenario #1:

You have had one hell of an exhausting work week. When Friday finally arrives, all you want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a hundred years. Fortunately, your oldest son, Michael, is home from college for the weekend and has offered to entertain his younger siblings: Jessica, age nine, and Marcus, age five. After making plans for the following morning, you slither into bed early and refuse to set the alarm clock. By 11:30 pm your spouse has crawled into bed next to you. He or she mentions something about a strange News report talking about increased violence around town which you acknowledge with a sluggish grunt and then quickly fall back to sleep.

Four hours later, you wake abruptly to Jessica’s high-pitched screams coming from somewhere in the house. You hear what sounds like a bar-room brawl in progress in your living room as furniture is overturned and glass breaks. You look over and discover that your spouse is missing. Something terrible is happening. You immediately believe someone has broken into your home as you quickly retrieve your handgun from your gun safe in the closet. You exit the bedroom and rush toward the living room. The only light is coming from the snow displayed on your television. You discover a tall intruder hovering over your spouse who is scrambling to get into the closest corner while trying to shield your daughter from a maniac.

You yell at the intruder and point the gun at him. Something monstrous turns toward you and howls as you get a good look into its fierce yellow eyes boring into your flesh. Your blood turns to ice as recognition sets in.

It’s your oldest boy, Michael!

And then your spouse yells something strange:

“Shoot him! It’s not Michael… not after what he did!”

You then become aware of two things with dreadful clarity: You have no idea where your youngest boy is… and this thing resembling your oldest, has blood dripping from its mouth.

What would you do?

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Scenario #2:

You are on the run for your life in a busy metropolitan area. The dead are everywhere. You somehow manage to escape notice long enough to reach a five-story apartment complex. You are exhausted and it is getting dark fast. You decide to hide out in the top floor of the complex for the night, hoping you can getter a better view of your situation from up above. You find an unlocked and unoccupied apartment with an emergency fire escape down into an adjacent alley. Good enough.

While foraging for supplies, you hear movement from behind a closed bedroom door. You swear at yourself for forgetting to check the room. You approach the door and slowly open it. Inside is an elderly woman lying in what looks like a hospital bed. She is hooked up to a complex machine with tubes running into various places on her body.

The woman turns to you and pleads in a weak voice, “Thank God. My nurse left me all alone and I can’t get a hold of anyone to help me.”

Before you can respond, you hear screams coming from just outside the apartment and down the hall. The dead have made their way into the building and are heading in your direction.

“Please… please… don’t leave me like this!” the old woman begs.

You have five minutes before the dead discover you… maybe less. You still have time to make it down the fire escape if you leave right now.

What would you do?

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Scenario #3:

After a grueling escape from the initial panic that has swept through your town, you and a small group of survivors manage to make it to a rural area and away from the hordes of the undead which have hunted you. It has been four days since the initial outbreak when your group discovers a small out-of-the-way grocery store with a large apartment above it. The place seems secure and loaded with essential food stores your group needs. Since you are responsible for making some critical decisions that have resulted in your escape, everyone looks to you for decisions. You make the grocery store your group’s temporary haven while figuring out the next move.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man, who has been nothing but confrontational and has put the group at risk on several occasions, has been caught hording supplies from the group. He is detained, and brought to your attention. This man has rubbed everyone the wrong way several times and has often threatened the group in fits of rage, promising to leave and return to kill everyone in their sleep. The man curses the day you were born, believing that you had no right becoming this group’s leader and that he should be calling the shots.

The rest of the group has had enough. Some believe he is dangerous and that he will follow through with his threats if he is simply kicked out of the group. Others think that he is just taking out his emotional grief on the group and that he will calm down now that they are safe. Regardless, they want something done about this crazy person and they all look to you for a solution.

What would you do?

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Scenario #4:

You and your spouse are pursued relentlessly by a horde of the undead. You both manage to make it into a house, lock the doors, and hunker down while the monsters move through the neighborhood. You both believe you are safe as it seems that the horde is moving on and that you have escaped notice.

Suddenly, a baby begins to cry out from another room.

By the time you both reach the child, who is left helpless and alone in a crib, the dead have also heard the child and are now approaching the house.

You both hear the sound of shattered glass from another room. When you reach the location you discover a bedroom. The dead are beginning to breach a broken window. You both struggle to move furniture in an attempt to block the window.

Just then, you both hear the sound of another broken window coming from the baby’s room.

“I’ve got this. Save the baby!” your spouse screams.

You frantically race back toward the baby’s room in time to see the first monster breaching the window.

Before you can react, your spouse screams, “Help me! They’re inside! I can’t get out!”

You have time to save the baby. You have time to help your spouse. But you don’t have time to do both.

What would you do?

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Yes… these circumstances suck. Each decision we make has many possible outcomes and their own set of consequences, short or long term. In all of these scenarios, no one gets to be the hero. The apocalypse is not suited for heroes. Heroes die… and then come back.

So whether you choose to tackle all these scenarios or pass on a couple (I don’t blame you) tell me what you think you might do and share your reasoning behind it. I would love to have an open discussion about the tough choices we may be forced to make during a zombie apocalypse.

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Note: This discussion was originally posted as part of zOctober 2015 hosted by Tony Lesatz over at My Book Addiction. There was such an active discussion going on there that I thought it would be cool to continue it here, and find out what more of you thought on these tough scenarios.

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Haven’t read Don’t Feed The Dark yet? You can start reading the serialized version for free by clicking HERE.

You can also read the first three books of the series in paperback. Click HERE to find out more.

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Winners of the Don’t Feed The Dark Christmas Giveaway

Posted: December 31, 2015 in Apocalypse, books, contests, creative writing, drama, Free Online Novel, free zombie books, Giveaways, Horror, horror fiction, killing zombies, living dead, monsters, mystery, novels, serial novels, Survival, suspense, thriller, Uncategorized, walking dead, writer's blogs, zombie books, Zombies
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I am happy to announce the winners of the Christmas Giveaway:

Traci Loya
Sean Conners
Maria Os

Congratulations! I will be contacting each of you via email shortly. Thanks to everyone who participated and I hope you all have a great New Year.

-Scott

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Don’t Feed The Dark Christmas Giveaway!

Posted: December 15, 2015 in Apocalypse, books, creative writing, drama, Free Online Novel, free zombie books, Horror, horror fiction, killing zombies, living dead, monsters, mystery, novels, serial novels, Survival, suspense, thriller, Uncategorized, walking dead, writer's blogs, zombie books, Zombies
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Hello Everyone. I’m excited to announce my December Christmas Giveaway that will start on the 15th and will run until December 31st. I will be giving away three paperback copies of Don’t Feed The Dark Book One or Book Two (winner’s choice).

To enter the giveaway, just click the link below, or visit the image link in the sidebar at the top of the page.

I’m starting to feel like Santa Claus… lol.

Don’t Feed The Dark Christmas Giveaway

-Scott

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