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!
By: Tony the zombie
Translated by: Greg P. Ferrell
I know its been a while and you’ve probably forgotten about so let me reintroduce myself to you. I’m Tony the Zombie, and I hate nets. It took me along time to chew through the ropes, but now I’m free to roam the world again and educate you on how you can be better prey for us.
Let’s talk about your people in the white lab coats. These guys are gaining quite a reputation as not very nice people. As I was trapped in that net during our last talk I noticed several more of my brothers and sisters hanging in similar traps all around me. Each day a group of men would come out and take one of us out of the trap and drag us away to a large building in the distance. We wondered what they were doing to them in there since none ever seemed to return to tell us. I myself wondered if it was some kind of relaxing retreat for us zombies and hoped that maybe this was the humans way of trying to make peace with us.
After my escape I ran across a large gathering of my family, and we raided the place to get to the bottom of what was going on inside. Well actually I was just hungry and went along for a meal. Once we broke through the metal fencing and made our way inside courtesy of a door left open by one of our newest victims, we got to see what they were doing to our kind in there. Let me tell you it was not a relaxing retreat. These guys had been operating on my kind in there. We found all sorts of carnage being done to our brothers and truthfully it made me a little sick to see it. So we did what we had to do and we destroyed the place. Well actually one of my idiot brothers knocked over a flame, and it caught the place on fire. Either way it did the trick and as I left, the whole place went boom.
I watched as the men in the white coats gathered up in a flying box and flew away. I don’t know why they were doing the things I saw in there, but I just know it wasn’t for the betterment of my kind. Why is it men dressed in all white are never good for an oppressed people? So please reign in your people and tell them not to do that to us anymore. I mean come on, I saw one of my brother’s heads floating in a jar! Really who does that sort of thing. You people call us monsters, sheesh.
Until next time Tony the Zombie, out.
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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!