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.

Monday, November 17, 2014

A Note From John

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.