Guest Post: Greg P. Ferrell #WinterofZombie
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In honor of being a part of this year’s Winter of Zombie blog tour here is a set of short stories written exclusively for the visitors to the tour. These were started back during the Summer of Zombie tour. They’re from the perspective of one Tony the Zombie and his personal gripes against us humans. Typed out by Greg P. Ferrell because really have you ever seen a zombie use a keyboard, it’s not pretty.
A day in my dead life!
Chapter 9
By: Tony the zombie
Translated by: Greg P. Ferrell
So I just had an interesting encounter and it has made me think about my existence. Tony the Zombie here with a reflective moment.
I had been chasing a meal for a couple of days and after several failed attempts I finally caught it. This was the first time that I made a kill by myself and I was rather proud. It wasn’t the biggest of captures but that didn’t matter to me as I dove into it. The meal was a moderate sized male who looked a little under nourished but was more than adequate to satiate my hunger temporarily.
I hunkered down and proceeded to devour the fallen prey. I was so lost in the moment I never heard the approaching company from behind. I felt a tug and my meal lurched sideways and that was when I realized I wasn’t alone. I looked over and saw one of your four legged companions trying to steal my meal. What followed was a long series of growling and posturing from both us over who owned this carcass. The exchange went on for several minutes until it dawned on me how uncivilized I was acting.
Even though it was my take down I realized I was being very selfish to the other creature. I kindly acquiesced to the lesser creature to allow him to feed also. The four legged mongrel started to drag away the former human and I felt a small piece of regret creep into myself that I was losing my meal.
Then something happened, I saw the body start to twitch and move about. During the time that we fought with each other the human was allowed to turn and become one of my kind. My new brother kicked at the animal dragging him away and the beast ran off. As the newest zombie stood up and recognized his new life he wandered off to spread our gospel to other humans.
That was when I had my epiphany about myself. It filled me with joy that the four legged beast didn’t get to enjoy my capture. Does this make me a bad zombie, hell no that’s what I am and I love it. Now I gotta go find something else to eat since my last meal just shambled off into the distance.
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The stench of frozen flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2015, with 40+ of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.
Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!
Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them!
#WinterofZombie is the hashtag for Twitter, too!
