One woman risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse to prepare a grand Thanksgiving feast.
In a Zombie Apocalypse, three men risk life and limb to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas morning.
A Zombie Thanksgiving:
Dawn looked back up the aisle, light splashing on empty shelves, and an empty store. Seeing nothing moving, she turned around, and the smell of rancid meat engulfed her, wrapped her in its vomit inducing embrace. The thing causing the smell was a zombie, and he was wearing a butcher’s outfit, meat clever still in his hand, held high, ready to chop, chop, chop.
The meat clever swung downward causing her to drop the gun, as she moved out of its way. The clever clanged down into a nearby shelf with a loud bang, as the gun bounced on the floor and rattled off into the darkness. She retrieved her knife as the zombie grabbed her with his free hand. He decided not to chop anymore as he lunged towards her. He was ready to get some flesh between his teeth, and the meat clever wouldn’t help him with that. Dawn could smell the rotten odor on his breath, which smelled like week old dead flesh, as he went in for the fatal bite.
Somehow, heavy as he was, she managed to push him back; and then with all her eighteen-year-old might, managed to jam the sharp blade into its head. The zombie quickly fell to the floor. She was about to reach down for her blade when she heard shuffling behind her. She turned around and two more zombies were coming at her. One in a shirt and tie, probably the manager, BOB was the name on his name tag; and he looked like a Bob. The other was dressed like a store employee somewhere in the late teenage years. Dawn searched frantically for her gun . . . http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MS9NO40
A Zombie Christmas:
I woke up in the morning to a knock at the door and a quiet house. The Christmas tree was still sparkling and doing its thing, the ornaments hanging here and there with a precision touch, neat and organized. I grabbed a pistol nearby, shook the cobwebs free, and walked over to the peephole.
I peered through. I then reached down and unlocked the door, putting the pistol on the side table as I did.
“I was wondering if you were going to let us in or not,” Jim replied, as he stepped into the house. He turned around to see where Fred was. He was still standing guard on the top step, so intent on watching the area that he didn’t even know the door was open or that two people were talking. “He’s good Mike, too good sometimes.” Jim tapped the man on the shoulder. “Fred. It’s safe. We can go inside.” Fred didn’t jump or move in any spastic manner, he just turned and followed after them.
The door closed and locked . . . http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004GUS7WS
You can also find these stories in “A Zombie Holiday Trilogy.”
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