Charlie's Guide

Most of the zombies you meet will be slow and stupid. They're pretty easily taken care of unless you get swarmed or put yourself in a stupid situation and got caught. Happens sometimes, you won't win them all. Just keep a cool head and your back to something solid and you might make it.
But the little ones? The kids who are fast and nasty? They're a whole different breed. They're almost too fast for head shots, and you can barely outrun them in the short sprint. They can climb ladders and stairs, and we're pretty sure they can figure out doorknobs. If a swarm of kids ever got rolling on the outside, it would be tough to put them down. Best thing you can do (outside of some high ground they cant climb to)is get on one knee, shoot til you're dry, then take them on hand to hand. The upside is they're weak, so you can forget about being overpowered. Duncan swears his sword is the best thing, but I'll have to see that one in action.
Until the last one is killed, stay alert, stay alive. If it feels wrong, it is.

Charlie out.

Just Sarah

Hey everyone!
John was busy so he asked me to come out say a few things, answer a few questions, and such. Just make myself useful. Whew! Where to start? I guess I could talk about the things I get asked all the time. Well, not all of them, some will stay private.
Most frequent question is Whats it like being married to John Talon?
Simple answer is wonderful. He's kind, loving, gentle and he listens. He's also the best fighter and strategist we have, but he'll never admit it. That's what makes him so darned attractive. He always thinks he can do better and tries to do just that.
Next question is What's John like in bed? Straight answer is none of your business.;-)
Third most frequent question is what did I say to Pamela to scare her and set her straight? Simple enough...I told her I would tie her to a tree, pull out some of her intestine and call up the nearest zombie to feed on her while she watched.

You don't threaten MY man. Ever.

See you soon!

Sarah Talon

Charlie's Guide

Zombies are dead.  They don't feel, they don't get hurt, and they don't ever stop.  I can't think of anything that has killed more people than the virus itself than people fighting zombies and forgetting they're dead.  One guy bought it because he was in the middle of killing a zombie when he dropped his weapon.  Like a damn fool he punched the Z in the face, expecting it to fall back like a living person would.  Z just walked through the punch and bit him on the face.
I remember one time Sarah was training some women on takedown techniques, and one timid little thing tried really hard, but she kept holding back when it came to incapacitating the enemy.  Sarah asked why and the woman replied she wanted to kill the zombies, but she didn't want to hurt them.
The big takeaway here is zombies don't feel anything.  No emotions, no feelings, no pain, no nothing.  They will not stop until stopped.  You have to get it out of your head that they will be knocked unconscious, that they will retreat after you cut their arms off, or they will run from superior numbers.  They don't think, and they never will.  They are pure instinct, wrapped up in a rotting corpse of a body.
If you think of them in any other way, you will be one of them in short order.

Charlie Out

United States of the Dead

The fourth book in the White Flag of the Dead series is now out in Kindle version!  Hope you reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Book 5 and (hopefully) book 6 (if I can get a farking moment to write!) should be finished by Christmas.

Update !!!!

United States of the Dead, Book IV of the White Flag of the Dead series, has just finished it's final editing and is being sent to the printers by next week! With luck, it should be available within the next few weeks!

Duncan's Diary

We had such a short way to go, and I figured speed was essential. Up and Down were right behind me, and we crashed through the brush as quickly as we could. Behind us, a loud crack reached our ears, and the howling of the dead suddenly grew louder. Sneaking a quick glance over my shoulder, I saw a section of fence had come down and a nice little horde of ghouls was literally falling over each other in pursuit.
I looked over at Up. "You realize I owe you a kick in the nuts for this, right?"
Up said nothing, but managed to look sufficiently gloomy.
When we reached the service road, we stopped to take a breath. Looking back the way we came, the vegetation was thrashing wildly as the dead tried to find us. Tree branches swayed and bushes rocked and cracked from the onslaught. We didn't see any immediately, which gave me an idea.
"Duck down, and get to the side of the road! Now!" I whispered. We scampered over and ducked low, peeking around the tall grass. Still there was no sign of the dead, so I motioned the two closer.
"Listen. We're going to keep low and to the side of the road. Watch your side, and keep your silent weapons at the ready." I said this with a meaningful glance at Up.
They nodded and got ready. Behind us, the ghouls were quieting down since they hadn't found their prey.
We made it all of twenty yards when a couple of Z's stumbled out onto the service road in front of us. Their moans were unusually loud, and at that moment, the zombies behind us stumbled out and added their section to the choir.
"Great." I said.
Just then, about fifteen more joined the ones ahead of us from the subdivision, putting us smack in the middle of around fifty zombies.
"Just great."

Duncan's Diary

To say I was nervous was like saying I wish the Upheaval had never happened.  It was so obvious it was like a punch in the head, drag your dumb ass through the street obvious.  We were in the woods, which were right next to a small subdivision, which were teeming with zombies.
Did I say teeming?  I meant to say crawling.  There's a difference.
The odds of zombies being in the woods was stupidly high.  The woods of course were thick, so it was entirely possible that we could step on one at any moment, and have the damn thing sit up and take a bite out of our balls.
After three steps, I was sweating.  But I figured our best chance of getting back was to stay along the river, then make our way out towards the safety of our compound.  Through the trees and brush, I could see a small access road on the river, so we worked our way towards it, hoping we could stay out of sight of the Z's infesting the homes.
We made it twenty of the hundred yards we needed when Up suddenly raised his rifle and before I could stop him, fired a shot across the canal and hit a zombie wandering over there.  The zombie didn't even fall. The bullet passed through the Z like it was passing through Jell-o, and was about as effective.
I looked over at Up and the stupid fool actually smiled at me.
"Hell of a shot, hey?"  He smiled.  His smile died when I raised my rifle and pointed it at his head.
"It would be easier to do this now, then later." I said.
"What?  Why?"
I didn't answer, I just waited.  Sure enough, hundreds of groans started on our side of the water, and dozens of zombies suddenly came rushing at fences. I could see slats being pounded and in some cases, being broken through.
Up looked ashen as he realized what he had done.
I saved my breath, ducked my head, turned towards the road, and ran like hell.