The
Zombie Axiom
In
the Time of the Dead
Book
I
David
Monette
Genre:
Horror/Urban Fantasy
Publisher:
Severed Press
Date
of Publication: April 11, 2014
ISBN-10:
1925047717
ISBN-13:
978-1925047714,
ASIN:
B00JM38JZY
ASIN:
Number
of pages: 310
Word
Count: 113,000
Cover
Artist: David Monette
Book
Description:
A
handful of survivors claw out a life amid the ruins of the world, all
the while fighting the zombie hordes.
In
Northern New York State, three uncommon allies lead one of these
bands in this epic struggle as they learn both the strengths and
weaknesses of their enemies… and of themselves.
Pushed
to their limits and holed up on a remote lake island, life has taken
on a new normality. That is until winter arrives and all hell will
freeze over. For it is then that the open waters of the lake, the
only barrier against the unrelenting dead, will freeze. And the
monsters will come. By the thousands…
Book
Trailer: http://youtu.be/AXmHYK5TrSc
Excerpt:
The
sudden blare of the digital clock shocked Virgil awake like a
stinging slap. Eyes wild with fear, his right hand shot under his
pillow and emerged gripping a loaded 9MM pistol. Sitting, gasping,
the giant of a man cast about, searching for the ghosts that haunted
his sleeping mind. But the weapon withheld its promise of violence
when all that he could detect were motes of dust drifting in lazy
swirls through the morning light of his bedroom. The gun slipped from
his hand.
“Nothing, nothing…
nothing. Nothing’s there. Nothing,” he whispered to himself as
his chin sank to his chest and his long brown hair slopped down to
hide the blunt contours of his face. With his eyes squeezed shut he
vigorously rubbed his temples and, like a man freshly pulled from the
sea, deeply inhaled the stale air of his trailer.
At
length he pulled his heavily muscled frame upright and shut off the
clock alarm. He threw on a pair of shorts and a folded T-shirt from
the chair where he had set them aside the night before and wandered
from his room and down a narrow hallway to the living room. Stifling
a yawn, he maneuvered through an impressive collection of
weightlifting equipment until he arrived in the kitchen, where he
listlessly consumed a bowl of cold cereal while gazing at the
pathetic patch of grass that comprised the front yard outside his
home.
And
he tried not to think.
It
didn’t work. Never did. His thoughts kept drifting back to the dark
corners where the foul things lay... things he’d done, things he’d
seen, things he… had….
He
flipped the now empty plastic bowl into the sink with a snort of
frustration and turned on his television for the noise, something to
drive away the images, the memories.
Didn’t
work. Never did. So he did the one thing that always seemed to work.
Walking over to his gym equipment, he hefted a forty-five pound
weight and slammed it onto an Olympic weight bar that was perched on
the uprights of a flat bench. Exhaustion would do the trick. Always
did.
Two
hours later, sweating in the heat of his home, Virgil stepped into
the bright morning and squinted at the glare of a day that was
promising only heat. Slipping on his dark sunglasses, he surveyed the
scene around his house. It was a depressing sight for the most part.
His dilapidated trailer was one among many such residences that were
crammed on a strip of land that no one else would choose to inhabit
other than those desperate enough for a home that was cheap. Situated
as it was down a steep hill at the end of a dead-end street and with
the river only two feet from flooding the entire area, which it
regularly did, it was a wonder that the city hadn’t yet closed the
place down.
Noticing
nothing out of place, no one watching, no one waiting for him to
offer them a target when he turned his back, he locked both doors to
his home and crunched across the gravel yard to his dust-coated Range
Rover, which was already running, having been remotely started
several minutes before. After one more surreptitious check of his
surroundings, he unlocked the door to the vehicle and slipped into
the air-conditioned interior. The cool air washed over him, drying
the sweat from his skin. He closed his eyes, breathed deep. In this
cocoon of processed air, of quietly murmuring vibration, he opened
his eyes to see a fly making its ponderous way across the field of
glass that was his windshield. It was of the large, hairy, slow
variety… near the end of its life, but still crawling along like a
ball at the end of its push. He sat transfixed, puzzled by its
relentless march, its progression toward… something only it knew…
or nothing at all.
About
the Author:
David
Monette functions as an author and illustrator from his home in
Northern New York State. His highly detailed fantasy and science
fiction artwork has appeared on many books, magazines, board games,
and collectible cards. While receiving his MFA in illustration, his
instructors reviewed his written work and strongly suggested that he
combine his writing ability with his talent as an illustrator to
chart his own path. Hence, “The Zombie Axiom” was born, a
compelling, terrifying story sprinkled with amazing black and white
illustrations from start to finish.
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/PaintWriteDave
Facebook:
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Website:
http://davidmonette.com/
Goodreads
Author Page:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7334521.David_Monette
Amazon
Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/David-Monette/e/B00FMX73DM
Youtube
Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyLnc5iH4YIC_L2TioEjt1w
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