Jack Zombie (Book 1): Dead Haven

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by Flint Maxwell


  “Bacon and eggs, asshole,” I say.

  He glares at me. “Clever, Jack. Always clever.” He gets out.

  I watch as the fog swallows him up, and thirty seconds later, I’m shaking Abby awake and handing her the Glock. “I’m going to cover Norm,” I say, then I pull the machete free from the bag, and smile. “Be back before you can say bacon and eggs.”

  AFTERWORD

  I wrote Dead Haven in the summer of 2016 — well, I wrote about 35k words of it then. Originally, it was called Dead Weight because the bulk of the story takes place in the Woodhaven Recreation Center, but once I revisited the characters and uncovered just how fucked-up Jack Jupiter’s world had become, I decided to finish the book and give it series potential.

  I’ve always wanted to write post-apocalyptic fiction. I mean who doesn’t want to hit the reset button? Who doesn’t want to see if they can survive and thrive in a world where there are no police around to protect us, no supermarkets to feed us, no doctors to heal us? Who doesn’t want to live in a world without rules?

  Most sane people don’t, and that’s the beauty of fiction. We can live out all these crazy scenarios through the eyes of characters we love and characters we love to hate without consequence.

  Essentially, that’s why I wrote Dead Haven and why I kept writing in Jack’s world, because I want to live out these scenarios with him and Abby and Darlene, and now Norm Jupiter, too.

  I’ve just finished writing the sequel, Dead Hope, and it should be out within the next couple of months. This is where society really takes a turn for the worst and our heroes have to cross many lines to survive. I hope you’ll check it out when it’s published.

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  Thanks for reading,

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  F. M.

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  February 7th, 2017

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Flint Maxwell was raised by wolves in the mountains of Antartica, where at the tender age of four he ate his first human heart -- no, just kidding. He doesn't have wolves. He has dogs. A whole bunch of dogs, like five or six...he doesn't know anymore. It's too many to count, really. Flint lives in the United States of America in a very cold and sometimes snowy state where the sports teams are consistently disappointing and the skies are never sunny.

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  Get in touch with Flint at:

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  Flint’s Author Page

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Free Story

  Copyright

  Epigraph

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

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  Afterword

  About the Author

 

 

 


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