Zombie Zora
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Thank You for your purchase. Zora’s journey is not at an end. Enjoy this brief excerpt from Zombie Invasion (Book 2 of the Zora Baker series).
A dense, green cloud descended from the top of the mountain. It covered all in its path. It passed through a group of sightseers, all clutched their throats. They immediately fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Seconds later, they succumbed to Death’s waiting arms. Another group, soldiers patrolling the side of the mountain, was engulfed by the green ominous cloud. Only shrieks could be heard emerging from its center. When it passed, all sound had ceased from within. Bodies curled in agony lay about in various poses. All wore a torturous look on their sunken faces.
This fog, cloud, or Bringer of Death, was now thinning, moving faster. Like an ocean breeze rolling over the land and swaying through tree branches, it rolled. Everything it touched, took on a greenish tinge.
Another group of soldiers, standing in shock, gaping at what happened to their counterparts, were marred with the same greenish tinge, as a look of utter shock was etched into their thinning frames. Not a single man moved. All became grotesque statues—those plastic, green, toy soldiers on a make-believe battlefield, clutching their weapons.
The cloud moved through them with little resistance and rolled down the hillside to the news crews and press affiliates waiting for a sweet embrace. The cloud failed none, not even those able to shake free of their horror and run. Too late. One cameraman ran for his life, screaming as he went. With a clear green field ahead of him, he ran for dear life. If only he could make it to the waiting trees. Too late. As he ran, he felt a cold hand wrap around the back of his feet. He moved faster to break the grip. Another cold hand caressed his back. Harder he pushed. A cold hand curled around the tip of his tossing ponytail. He shook his head and pushed harder. In an instant, tired of his resistance, cold hands pushed up his leg, back, and went through the base of his neck. The man stumbled and fell as he went down an incline. He rolled to a stop. As he did, his hand stretched out toward the waiting trees and safety. In an instant, coldness swept over him and his vision dimmed to nothingness. The last picture his eyes would register would be his dear trees, attempting to run from the green horror. Not even they were spared.
As the cloud moved past the trees it went through the soil, contacting a body. It then moved on to search for more in a nearby cemetery. A disturbance took place in the ground the cloud had moved across. The soil moved. A finger peeked through to the sunlight. First one skeletal finger, then another and another. Then, a heap of dirt moved as a head appeared. It shook dirt from its head, then howled.
While alive, it had been known as Janey, a nineteen-year-old college student from the University of North Carolina. Janey had made the mistake of excessive celebration of her newfound freedom. Parents that restrict their child’s freedom, often must wait out a child’s rebellion as they taste the world before them. Her parents would never get that opportunity. Janey had met a potential husband and father to her future children. Of course it was late at night and she was viewing him through beer goggles, still, he was a dreamboat. She thought nothing of stumbling into his van for frantic sex on a soiled mattress. Those are the breaks. Janey never saw the blow that knocked her to the mattress, and was too intoxicated to know how well her body responded to a madman’s touch. She never fully regained consciousness while being buried alive.
Zombie Janey shook her head again. Her eyes were red, skin tinged green and clinging to bone. After a second howl, she leaped from the ground to stand before her grave. She sniffed the air in three directions. Satisfied with the third, she howled and ran. A meal was waiting.
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Zombie Invasion - Book 2 in the series is now available. Keep a look out for it and Thank You for reading this book.
About The Author:
R.G. Richards is a lifelong Missourian who writes Fantasy/Paranormal/Romance novels. He was an enthusiastic reader of tales of foreign lands (China, Japan, Hong Kong), most of which were “borrowed” from his father’s private collection—a big James Clavell fan (Noble House, Shogun). These faraway tales provided the fertile ground which produced a rich imagination capable of spinning strange and unique stories of distant lands and people. Outside of reading and writing, he is a beginning swimmer, a gym hater, an avid gardener of Sugar Baby melons, a lover of jokes, and a planner for the Great Zombie Apocalypse (It is coming, people!).
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Books by this author:
ROMANCE SERIES
The Flame – Book 1
Singed Hearts – Concluding Book 2
VAMPIRE SERIES
Vampires aRe Real
Cavers #1
Caveena - Cavers #2
Gatekeeper – Cavers #3 (Spring 2015)
ZOMBIE SERIES (Zora Baker Series)
Zombie Zora - Zora Baker #1
Zombie Invasion - Zora Baker #2
Kill Happy - Zora Baker #3
Zombie Eden - Zora Baker #4
Zombie Jokes - Companion book of jokes told by the children.
DEATH SERIES
The Demon Warrior’s Light
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