Apocalypse Atlanta (Book 1)
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Finally, I’ll leave you with this hopefully amusing little anecdote about a guy I used to know fairly well. We’ll call this person Jim. He was a pretty intense guy. Went into the military, came out, and both before and after was always a pretty big fan of guns. Jim wasn’t a violent guy, but he just liked weapons. He liked having them, he liked maintaining them, and he liked going to the range to shoot them.
As you probably know, not everyone in the world today is as eager to love guns and implements of destruction as Jim is. Some of these people would occasionally ask him why he had so many guns, why he spent so much time with them as a hobby, and other inquiries along those lines. In case you’re wondering, Jim had many guns. Many.
Jim’s answer used to be “Well, they’ll come in handy when the revolution starts.” At this, most people would edge away from Jim slowly, carefully keeping an eye on him. Then one day, Jim’s answer to this query changed. The new answer?
“They’ll be useful if zombies ever attack.”
For some reason, that answer never seemed to bother people.
So, I guess what I’m saying, is even pacifists recognize the need to kill zombies.
David Rogers
Atlanta, Georgia
2013
Author Bio
David Rogers was born in Atlanta and has lived there for over twenty-five years, with the only interruption between birth and Atlanta being a detour of about a decade into Florida. If you’ve never been to Florida, let him save you a trip. It’s very flat and quite tropical. Oddly enough, Georgia is very hilly and quite humid, so maybe there’s not so much of a difference between the two. Also, it wasn’t his fault. His parents made him go.
Since escaping childhood, David has been a secretary, file clerk, tech support operator, telemarketer, gopher, FedEx truck washer, and office manager. He loves good stories in nearly all forms, particularly novels and movies, though television is gaining rapidly since some of the quality there has shot up quite a lot in the past few years.
Every Christmas Eve he watches Die Hard and Lethal Weapon, because they’re the best Christmas movies ever made. Family, friends, and beating the crap out of the bad guy with your bare hands . . . what more do you want in a Christmas story? BB guns? Please, you’ll shoot your eye out.
Also by David Rogers
Dancing out of Darkness, https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/236458
Table of Contents
Chapter One – Friday Morning
Chapter Two – Please stand by
Chapter Three – Remain calm
Chapter Four – For your own safety, please stay home
Chapter Five – Glad I could help
Chapter Six – Night falls
Chapter Seven – Yeah, that’s bad
Chapter Eight – Goodnight
Chapter Nine – Running on empty
Chapter Ten – Tired
Chapter Eleven – The next day
Chapter Twelve – Take all necessary precautions
Chapter Thirteen – What should we do
Chapter Fourteen – Wait, what?
Chapter Fifteen – Plans
Chapter Sixteen – Showtime
Chapter Seventeen – Being brave sucks
Chapter Eighteen – You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here
Chapter Nineteen – Day trip
Afterword