Welcome!

Thank you for visiting. I have been a fan of the zombie genre for some time now, enough that I decided to try my hand at serious writing. My first series, White Flag of the Dead, chronicles the experiences of a man who is trying to survive a plague of the infected dead, and keep his son alive as well. It is a story of desperation, survival, and hope. It is a story that reminds us the most important thing is not just being alive, but living. Hope you enjoy.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

WFOTD Zombie Wars

Okay.  Just put the last chapter to bed, now all I need to do is edit, edit, edit, and assemble the thing in some sort of coherent story.  It's going to be a little different than the last books, but should still work out.
Should get it to Severed by Monday.

Cheers.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Zombie Wars

As some of you have commented, Dead Surge and Last Stand of the Dead started with a hole in the story.  The missing years between when John and crew took out the Major Thorton threat and when the little zombies began their rampage.
Well, I have been working on trying to get something going, and after several false starts and a general "Where the hell is this going?" I am rocketing ahead and have been working on the first book of WFOTD - The Zombie Wars.  With a whole lot of luck, I am trying to get it finished before the end of the month. I've got other deadlines as well, having started a new full time job, but I am trying to keep to the schedule I started before this month.
As much as I would love to say it's in here, Denver, as referenced several times in the other books, will not be part of this first book.  Rest assured it will be part of the second book in the Wars series.

Yes.  John, Charlie, Tommy and Duncan are back and at their zombie killing best.

Buckle up, kids.  The book starts slow, but like the first hill on a roller coaster, you know it's going to end sometime and the rest is just a blur.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Generation Dead 3

26,000 words in, should have over 40k by Friday.

Just an update.

Hi everyone. Sorry for the delay.

Monday, November 17, 2014

A Note From John

Rage.
Sometimes that's all you have left of your loved ones, your friends, your family.  Their bodies are gone, either buried in a poorly marked grave or scattered to the wind, depending on how they fell.  Sometimes they're still walking, but that doesn't really count.
But the rage lives on.  That surge you get when you think of them.  When you think of them fighting, dying, pleading for life.  It's that moment when you bare your own teeth and let the hate flow, giving you strength, sharpening your senses.
It's what allows you to survive when others die.
Those who survived but didn't lose anyone will never understand that it's our rage that keeps us going, our rage that makes the difference.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Tommy's Tips

If you're going to try and figure out what your fellow man might do in a crisis don't bother. That's like trying to predict the weather in Florida. Once you think you've found the pattern, it just up and changes on you yet again.  People react differently to danger because they are different. It's not complicated. I can't tell you how many times I've seen huge men fall to pieces when the zombies start their attack, and I've seen guys who are a hundred pounds soaking wet fight like the devil was about to bite their ass.  You just never know.  But as I've seen a lot of people I've come to trust my instincts. That big guy with all the tactical gear might not hold up as well as the guy who just managed to show up yesterday carrying nothing but a hammer.
Don't be afraid to ask questions of newcomers.  If your warning bells go off, avoid.  They will get you killed and then they'll steal your stuff.  Bet on it.

Tommy

Monday, March 17, 2014

A Note from John

Sometimes I wonder how I managed to survive.  Especially the early days, when the Upheaval had hit with full force.  We didn't know what it was, we didn't know why it was happening, but there it was all the same.
I think about those days a lot.  Those couple of weeks when it was just Jake and I, trying to move as little as possible, trying to figure out what we were going to do.
Maybe that was the key.  Instead of running with no idea of where to go, we just stood still long enough for the panic to pass, and then we headed out.  I suppose I could have stayed at the house longer, but I knew it wasn't really safe,  fifteen or twenty determined zombies would have killed us, I'm sure of that. But not joining the millions that fled the horrors might have saved more if they had stopped to stand still.
I ride the crew about taking action, doing something.  But it's funny when I realize that doing nothing saved myself and my son.  Perhaps that's the big clue to the survival puzzle.

Know when to act, and know when not to.