Class Four: Those Who Survive
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“Us three are. Him….we found him on the water’s edge. Someone obviously took a disliking to him, he’s been beaten half to death,” Zena said, pulling strands of loose hair from her face. Anton stood by them and offered Jim a hand, which was shaken.
“And what about you son? what’s your name?” Jim asked the boy.
The kid looked up and said softly, “Nathan, pleased to meet you.”
Jim shook his hand and pointed to the open gate. “Why don’t you lot get inside. If you’re quick you might be able to get some breakfast, a cup of tea at least.” The trio nodded wearily and trudged towards the fenced community. A number of good intentioned men and women streamed from within to help them inside.
“How is he?” Jim asked the guards, moving down the path to look at the man. As the guards parted he saw that someone had indeed given the poor fucker a helluva pasting. His left eye was swollen, and crusted blood clung to his nostrils and lips, which were cracked from dehydration. The one good eye burned with bare embers, staring at the three men standing over him.
“What’s your name?” Jim asked.
The man coughed up a wad of coagulated blood and stringy phlegm. “…Thaddaeus…my name is Thaddaeus,” he whispered, before lapsing into unconsciousness.
Jim sighed. “Get him inside. Let’s hope Doc can work his magic again. This guy is gonna need all the luck to get through, by the looks of it.” The guards nodded and picked the unconscious man up under his armpits. They dragged him back up the rise and into the compound.
Feeling the morning sun tingle on the back of his neck, Jim looked from the ground where the man had been lying to the growing community living behind the tall wooden fence. “Thaddaeus? What kind of name is that?”
To be continued…
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Duncan lives in Chippenham, within the county of Wiltshire in Southern England, with his wife Debbie and their two cats, Rafa and Pepe. The furry faced ones would like to say hello, but their words come out in a rap, the meaning of which he cannot discern.
When he’s not writing, Duncan can often be found traversing the town on a tandem bicycle on his lonesome, looking for Mr Dead to join him and help ascend Monkfish Hill. The biscuit shop is at the top, and he does long for the day when he is able to reach the summit, and have a nice cup of tea and a custard cream.
Go gently now into this world, for if you should happen to stumble, you can bet that someone has videoed it and will upload it for public viewing.
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Hungover, dumped and late for work.
On an ordinary day, one of these would be a bad morning, but today Jim Taylor also has to contend with the zombie apocalypse.
Follow Jim during twenty four hours of Day One, as he and his zombie obsessed brother deal with the undead, a doomsday cult and maniacs in their quest to get to their parents, win his girlfriend back and for them to instigate 'The Plan'.
Worlds will collide and fall apart in a Class Three outbreak.
DON’T TAKE MY WORD
FOR IT THOUGH...
‘Bradshaw is able to weight the horror set pieces with a dry humour and plenty of laugh out loud moments’
- UK Horror Scene
‘Class Three has the necessary comic points to keep it from getting too heavy and dark, while at the same time not afraid to go for some full fledged gore’
- Greg at 2 Book Lovers Reviews
‘Bradshaw's lightning-pace writing style makes this an easy, nasty read. Plenty of gore, and wild gallows humor’
- Duncan Ralston, author of Gristle & Bone
‘Class Three combines the adoration and respect for George Romero's legendary franchise while adding in a modern dash of humour and distinct British attitude’
- Daniel Marc Chant, author of Mr Robespierre
‘It’s not easy coming up with an original zombie theme and Bradshaw incorporated an element which sets it aside from all the rest’
- Horror Palace
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Duncan P. Bradshaw
Class Three
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Mr Robespierre
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Before You Go
I just want to say a big thank you for buying and reading this book, ‘they’ say that the zombie genre has been done to (un)death. Personally, I believe that as long as there’s an interesting story to tell, that will shine through.
Ultimately, you’ve either taken a punt on this or read Class Three and decided to see what happened next in the world that I created. Whilst there are zombies in it, I believe that they are part of the background, on par with the Netzach’s factory or the Penny Gaff which turned into a bloodbath.
Either way, I hope you enjoyed the ride, there are two more to go in this series, and who knows what else I may add as time goes by.
Before you go, if you have the time and inclination, I would really appreciate it if you could post a review on whatever website you bought this through.
These days EVERYONE has the power to inform, YOUR opinion is valid, and either praise or constructive feedback is a writer’s lifeblood.
Thank you once again and until next time, take it easy.
Dunk
23 May 2015
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