The Second Alabama Island episode in the America the Dead series. Glennville is a small city located in the northern area of the state of New York. The earthquakes were not as devastating there as some places, but the loss of life is still enormous. This episode focuses on the main characters who have not yet found one another, and the trials they have been through in the first days…
An apocalypse of epic proportions has shaken the Earth to it’s core. In the bigger cities the dead are growing quickly in numbers. Growing intelligent as they continue to change and mutate. They have one thought in their rotting brains, take over the world, and destroy those that live in the process. Billy Jingo leaves Los Angeles hoping there might be something better on the other coast…
Donita’s Notebook March 1st (Night) Quakes, at least three. Warmed up fast, and all the dirty snow that was piled along the streets has melted. Torrential rains. Thunder and lightening in the snow storm that came after sunset. Didn’t last long; turned back to rain. Parts of the projects are burning. Jersey is burning. The sky is red-orange, everything across the river is on fire. No one has come.
Gabe Kohlson moved away from the monitors. “Heart rate is dropping, don’t you think…” He stopped as the monitor began to chime softly. “Dammit,” Kohlson said as he finished his turn. “What is it,” David Johns wheeled his chair across the short space of the control room. “Flat lined,” Kohlson said as he pushed a button on the wall to confirm what the doctors already knew. Clayton Hunter was dead.
Donita: The hunger was terrible, all consuming, and it came in crashing waves. The impulse to feed seemed to be the only coherent thought she had. It was hard to think around, hard to think past. It was all she could do not to rush from the trees, find the smell that tempted her and consume it. Eat it completely. Leave nothing at all…
Arlene’s Journal It’s the night before the six will leave to go back to the outside. I think of it that way… The outside. This place overwhelmed me for the first little while. That and having to kill a man. But it was worse for those who stayed behind when we made our way to this place. If they had not stayed to fight the rest of us would not have been able to get away…
Donita walked down Eighth Avenue towards Columbus Circle. Behind her a silent army followed, numbering in the thousands. From the circle they would take the park. There were thousands of the living camped out in the park. She could smell them on the air that flowed past her face as she walked. They had believed they were safe in their numbers, and for a time that had been true, but no more…
By W.G. Sweet The dead rise and begin to take over the world
Zombie: Outbreak by W.G. Series: Zombie, Book 1. Price: $2.99 $1.20 USD. (60% off!) Words: 62,780. Language: English. Published: August 31, 2017. Categories: Fiction » Horror » Undead, Fiction » Fantasy » Epic I am here in this farm house that Lana and I found a few weeks back. By myself. Lana is gone. I sat down here to write this story out before I am gone too. Maybe that sounds melodramatic, but it isn’t. I know exactly what my situation is. We have been to Manhattan, outside of it, you can’t go in any longer, and we came from Los Angeles, so we know: It’s all gone, destroyed, there’s nothing left…
Zombie: Origins by W.G. Series: Zombie, Book 2. Price: Free! Words: 77,610. Language: English. Published: February 25, 2014. Categories: Fiction » Fantasy » Epic, Fiction » Science fiction » Apocalyptic At six foot three and nearly two hundred ninety pounds I don’t usually fear much. But that day I did. I realized there are some things you had better fear if you have half a brain in your head. It didn’t matter that I could walk through Central Park unmolested. Something was on the wind. Something that didn’t care who it touched: Did not respect physical size.
Zombie: Mission Zero by W.G. Series: Zombie, Book 3. Price: $2.99 $1.20 USD. (60% off!) Words: 59,360. Language: English. Published: February 25, 2014. Categories: Fiction » Science fiction » Apocalyptic, Fiction » Horror » Undead The Zombie Killers are the men and women who keep the new settlements safe for the other survivors. Those in the Nation and those in the Fold, and the many independent colonies that would not be able to exist without their help and intervention. They are the ones who search out supplies, fight the Zombie Plagues so that the others can live in safety…
Zombie: The Final Mission by W.G. Series: Zombie, Book 4. Price: $2.99 $1.20 USD. (60% off!) Words: 63,070. Language: English. Published: January 31, 2016. Categories: Fiction » Horror » Undead, Fiction » Science fiction » Apocalyptic Zombie: The Final Mission Watertown N.Y.: Pearl made her way out of Watertown after escaping from project Bluechip where she had been held captive. She made her way to the Nation early on, becoming one of the builders of that society, but Pearl has a secret that will change the Zombie Killers and The Nation forever… The Final book in the Trilogy…
The Graveyard: The moon rode high in the sky. Moonlight gleamed from bits of gravel in the dirt road that lead into the barn. Silence held, and then a scraping came from the ground, muffled, deep. At the edge of the woods, eyes flashed dully in the over-bright moonlight. Shapes shifted among the trees and then emerged from the shadows… https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/zombie-wg-sweet/1129599177?ean=2940155172338
had seen me from quite a way off, crossing the square as they were heading
back. It looked to them like I was heading for the north side, maybe crossing
one of the bridges, but by the time they got there I was gone. They even began
to wonder if I had seen them and hidden on purpose, maybe out of fear. They had
searched for awhile and then, just when they had been about to quit for the
day, James realized that he could smell smoke. As soon as he said it, everyone
else realized they had smelled it all along as well. It didn’t take long after
that to find the factory. They just followed the smell of smoke down to the
lower road and found it.
that was that, and now we are six. Jake, Jake Light, he was their leader as I
said. He’s an older guy, in his late thirties. Used to be a truck driver.
Lee (Don’t call her Honey. I don’t know why, except she made a point of saying
that.). She’s nineteen. I thought she was with Jake. I think Jake thought so
and Jan Adams. James is a little older than Jan, in his fifties, and he said he
is a mechanic. Jan does, did, data processing.
Lydia. Her real name is Marcia George. Lydia is her middle name. She said she
always liked Lydia better. She was still in school, local college. I guess
she’s the same age as Candace, nineteen.
last but not least, me.
spent all of yesterday getting their stuff from across the river and bringing
it over to the factory. I thought that was weird. Why go get stuff anyway? You
can have anything you want. It’s all free. But in another way I guess I
understand. We’ve lost everything. We want to hang on to what little we still
do have. We’re all going to stay here. And we talked about what’s next, and
what we know about what happened.
said I had been kind of planning to leave once spring came. Head south or west,
somewhere where I wouldn’t have to worry about winter. Jake said it may be
that, where it would normally have been warmer, it won’t be any more. He said
it depends on what happened. None of us really know. He thinks it might be
smarter to stay here. We could stock up this factory. We could even hunt. He
said he’s sure there are deer around. James agreed with him, at least on there
being deer around.
told them about the footprints by my house. They said they had seen footprints
as well. They had gone out Coffeen Street and saw tracks of three or four
people going in and out of a small store there. They had called out, but no one
had answered. They had had second thoughts about calling out too. They weren’t
armed. What if someone shot at them?
brought my original thoughts to mind about a weapon. I mentioned the sporting
goods store, and we all agreed to make a trip out there soon.
talked about cars and trucks and agreed it would be good to get an SUV or truck
of some kind if we could find one that will run, as they might be the only
vehicles that could drive around as bad as things are torn up. They have also
tried starting a few vehicles with no success. I mentioned my electronic brain
idea, and Jake said he had thought of the same thing. Turns out he’s also a
mechanic. I guess I can see why they chose him to lead. I feel kind of useless
around the guy though. We agreed to try finding an older vehicle. Jake thinks
our chances of getting one running are good. We’ll see what we can find.
first night together was good. The best I’ve slept since this thing started.
Just not being alone, you know?
you that don’t know, I live in the north, close to Canada, and this
year we have seemed to get a lot more snow and cold than usual. Last
week I went out to get the truck ready for a run into town. Normally
not a big deal, but I had not started it in awhile, a big mistake,
yes, and I had not driven it in the snow. My ten minuet (My estimate)
warm up the truck and get-it-ready-to-go trip turned into a few hours
of jumping it, letting it warm up (It was like 2000 degrees below
zero) and then getting in the thing to go. Since I don’t drive at
all, except around the yard, you know, getting things ready to go,
that meant my long suffering Mother had to drive the truck into town.
And, she hates the truck.
don’t mean to imply she doesn’t like the truck, I mean to imply she
hates the truck. HATES the truck. So getting her in it to drive it is
a big deal. But, I did all I could. Jumped it, warmed it up, opened
the door so she wouldn’t have to, after I pulled it right up to the
door. The only thing I could’ve done better is park it on the porch.
slightly over four feet tall, and the truck is four wheel drive, not
huge, but is is a step up into the cab. Her last truck was a two
wheel drive and didn’t sit much further of the ground than a car.
That, that sitting-off-the-ground-further thing , is strike one
against the truck as far as Mom is concerned. She wanted to take the
tires off her old truck and put them on the new one so it would sit
lower. When I explained she couldn’t do that she began to hate the
new truck even more. Strike two. The truck was almost out before she
ever drove it. And since I steered her towards the new truck I will
probably never hear the end of it.
pulled the truck up, all warmed up, opened the door for her and
offered to help her in. Bad move. Mom does not acknowledge age or
shortness. Nevertheless age and shortness do acknowledge her. She
doesn’t give in, just ignores it. So she climbed up into the cab, on
her own, and off we went… Off we went not too far.
forgot to mention that while I was moving the truck to bring it up to
the door I decided, “Hey, wouldn’t it be fun to test out the Four
Wheel Drive?” … and … “Maybe we will need the Four Wheel
Drive on the way into town so I should make sure it works!” I’m
pretty sure I used an exclamation mark just like that too. I was that
enthusiastic about it. So, I turned the little knob on the dash from
Two Wheel to Four Wheel Low. Nothing seemed to change. A little light
did come on on the dash informing me that Yes, I was now in
Four Wheel Low. So I dropped the truck in first and plowed through
the two inches of loose powder on the driveway and fought my way out
into the wilds of the out back (End of the driveway). I will say
this, I never spun a wheel. That Four Wheel Low is phenomenal. So,
after my off-road adventure, I turned the little knob back to Two
off we went… In Four Wheel Low. Which meant that the transmission
was whining. The Motor racing, and we were doing all of twenty miles
an hour. Creeping down the road. So, idiot that I am, I said to Mom,
“What are you doing?”
not doing anything,” Mom says. “It’s your stupid
truck!” To illustrate this more clearly, in case I had missed
something, she goosed the gas to try to make it go faster.
other thing I forgot to mention is that I like to take a cup of
coffee with me. I have a travel cup of course but I don’t like it. If
you close the top on the travel cup the coffee is too hot when it
hits your lip. At least it is for me. So, I don’t use it. No. I like
a regular ceramic coffee cup filled right to the brim with hot, black
coffee. This time was no exception, but, thank God, since it was
about 2000 degrees below zero outside it had cooled off pretty quick.
goosed the gas, the truck jumped forward, I ended up wearing the
coffee. All over me and the floorboards, a little on the dashboard
too if I’m honest. That is when I realized, One: It’s not good to be
a Wise Guy with your Mom. Two: Hot coffee will go right through
waterproof jackets. I guess waterproof does not mean hot coffee
proof. And Jeans? Ouch.
I said. “Better take it home. Something’s wrong with it.”
Mom says. “The gas station is just down here. I’ll stop there.
Maybe we can fix it.”
explain a little more. Mom grew up on a farm. The phrase ‘Right
down there’ could mean ten miles down the road, or, the next
county over. I was calculating walk back distance to get the car
should I have to. But, the other thing about Mom is that she raised
us alone. She’s pretty used to making command decisions, and she
doesn’t require a whole lot of input from her idiot son who picked
the truck that she hates and is now screwing up her day. I think
that’s a fair description, or assessment of the situation.
I said, while I tried to figure out where to put the now empty coffee
cup, “I think we should go back.” Down the road she went.
she reached the gas station she pulled in and right up to the pumps.
“May as well get gas while we’re here,” she proclaimed. She shut
of the truck, jumped down to the ground (Nearly) and called back,
“Twenty” as she went inside.
my coffee soaked self out of the cab, pumped in the gas, I’m pretty
sure that Twenty Bucks, which got me around Five Gallons, is what my
first Muscle car (A 72 Plymouth Duster) I owned growing up used to
burn to start it. She came out, apparently having considered my
request to turn around, and said, “I guess we should probably take
the truck home… Something seems to be wrong with it.”
than say anything else dumb, I just nodded and got back in the truck.
She climbed in, turned the switch and all it did was click twice and
then nothing. The guy behind me tapped the horn on his truck.
‘#@$%^#,’ I thought. I climbed out of the truck and walked back to
dead,” I said. “Sorry.”
The guy said.
huh,” I agreed. “But at least you’re not the one who has to walk
three miles to get the car.”
the guy said
have a nice day too,” I told him.
after the three mile walk back to the house to get the car, I arrived
back at the gas station with my Aunt as a driver now, jumped the
truck and got it back home.
hate this truck,” Mom said as she climbed out of the truck once it
missed General Hospital,” My aunt told me.
write this today because I went to my Tuesday night Group meeting
last week, after that happened, and asked a few of the guys there who
are mechanically inclined what I did wrong. And, lo and behold, it’s
Tuesday again. So, it was on my mind.
it’s the @#$#@@ sensor,” one guy said. “Those #@$%$%$# sensors
always do that.”
you,” I said. I told myself to call a mechanic I knew and have him
fix the sensor.
no, no,” another guy said. “Those $#@#$@! sensors are pain in the
##@@#, but it was probably a fuse. Those #@@#$$@# fuses are almost as
bad as those %$#@#$ sensors.”
huh,” I said. “The #@$$@ Fuses or the @##$$@# Sensors. Okay.” I
made another mental note. ‘Note To Self: Check #$$#@ Fuses too.’
another guy said, “But the last time that happened to me it turned
out to be the #$$#@ motor on the (I have no idea what he called it).”
yeah,” The first guy said. “I forgot all about the #$@#@#$ motor
on the (Apparently he knew what the thing was called and how to
yeah… Forgot all about that,” The second guy said.
I asked, “No @#%$@#@?”
sorry,” He said apparently taking me seriously. “The @#$%$@ motor
on the (He knew the word too).”
this time I realized a few things. First: I could ask all I wanted,
it wasn’t going to fix the truck. Everybody had a different idea of
what it was. Two: At least I could check those things they suggested
or mention them to the mechanic. Three: Guys like to swear.. a
home and worried about the truck most of the week. Once it rose to a
balmy 12 below zero I went out and spent about four hours messing
with the truck. The indicator on the dash said ‘Four Wheel Low’ in
tiny red letters. ‘No #@#@#,” I thought. I found the sensor, seemed
to be working. I found the fuse, not blown. Hmm, I thought, It just
might be the Motor on the (Whatever the word was they used). Then I
looked at the switch on the dashboard. Just in passing mind you. I
was on the way out of the truck. I had conceded defeat. I flicked it
back and forth and noticed it didn’t rest completely at Two Wheel
Drive when I flicked it back. Meanwhile I’m running the truck,
letting the battery charge, cleaning the coffee off the dashboard
too, so I decided what the heck, I’ll look at the owners manual.
(That probably gave you pause to laugh. I will only say I am not
alone. Most men refuse directions or manuals. We’re too smart for
that sort of help). I opened the index, found my problem, turned to
the page, and read this,
MUST DEPRESS THE CLUTCH BEFORE SWITCHING OUT OF OR INTO FOUR WHEEL
thought. I did that… Didn’t I? Maybe… Yes… No… I was
conflicted, and, since the truck was running I pushed in the clutch,
flipped the switch back and forth from Four Wheel Low to Two Wheel
drive and … The light blinked out and Two wheel lit up.
I said aloud. “Sorry, God.” I added. “!#@$!,” I said again. I
waited a few minuets to see if the truck would blow up or quit or
something. It didn’t. I shifted into first and ran it up the
driveway. No whining transmission. No Revving motor, it really was
out of Four Wheel Low. I put everything together and went back into
fixed,” I said cheerfully.
She arched her eyebrows. “I hate that truck.”
know, Mom. I know,” I said.
what was it,” She asked?”
Uh, well it was the @#$#@ Flux Capacitor,” I told her as I hunted
around in the fridge for a bottle of juice.
She asked? “I saw ‘Back to the Future’. I like Michael J.
Fox. He probably never made his mother drive a truck she hates. What
was it really?”
I had to press the clutch down to disengage it,” I admitted.
knew it!” Mom said.
tonight is group again. And the guys are gonna ask about the truck. I
guess I’ll just admit I didn’t do it right. Or I could blame it on
the @@##$$# Motor on the thing I can’t pronounce. I’ll play it by ear
I guess. Hey! Have a good week…
the clock ticks down for our planet and her inhabitants, powers that
have lain dormant for centuries are loosed on the Earth. Zero Zero
takes a look at a post apocalypse world in ruins. The governments are
gone. The police, the military. The United States is no more. And
even the simplest things are hard to come by. Some have hidden to
ride out the storm unleashed upon the Earth, others have taken a
stance in the fight. Those that survive the apocalypse are splintered
and isolated. Mistrustful of one another, but beginning to come
together in small groups. They have been told of a place a safety,
but getting there, if it exists, is not a guarantee. The powers that
have been unleashed may not be done with them, and they have to be
wary of everything and everyone in a world where firepower and
fearlessness rule the day… One last time Earth comes to the brink
of destruction. Controlled by powers both on and beyond the earth her
fate is left to a small group of survivors to secure. Zero Zero
begins with a secreted base that holds the keys of destruction: A
madman who holds those keys in his hand, and a small group of men and
women who will challenge him as the clock ticks down to Zero Zero…