Fuchs - Blood of the Dead

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places, events or persons living or dead or living dead is purely coincidental.

ISBN 978-1-897217-79-5

Blood of the Dead is Copyright 2008 by Adam P. Fuchs. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce in whole or in part in any form or medium.

Published by Coscom Entertainment

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eBook Edition

Cover pencils and inks by Roland Bird

Cover colors by Splash!

Edited by Ryan C. Thomas

Interior author photo by Roxanne Fuchs

This is for my kids, Gabriel and Lewis.

Special thanks, as always, to my wife, Roxanne, for putting up with all the late nights and endless hours in front of the computer.

A thank you to my best friend, Bruce Hoadley, for being my come with guy when I went on my research trip for this book. (Nobody takes down zombies like he does.)

Thanks goes out to Brian Tanner, M.S.C., for answering some physics questions I had regarding a scene in this story, and likewise to Ian Sunderland, M.D., for being the wonderful body part specialist that he is.

Lastly, to Mari Adkins and T.L. Trevaskis for all the translation help. Thank you.

GUTS

Joe Bailey: Zombie Hunter

Billie Friday: Punk Girl

Des Nottingham: Zombie Wrangler

August Norton: Recluse Christian Dude

1: April

2: Midnight Meeting

3: Off to the Promised Land

4: Back into the Gray

5: The Rat

6: Mr. Shank

7: In a Swarm of Death

8: More

9: Ghost Town

10: At Joes Place

11: If Just for a Good Nights Sleep

12: Peaches

13: Gotta Go

14: And the Dead Keep on Coming

15: Empty Building

16: Along the River

17: Empty Square

18: Good Doggies

19: On the Way Up

20: At the Top of the Stairs

21: The Cemetery

22: The Bridge

23: Just Leave Me Alone

24: It Aint What it Used to Be

25: Sniper

26: They Never Stop

27: Some Kind of Rescue

28: Introductions

29: Upstairs

30: When Bad Things Happen to Good People

31: Out of Options

32: Lock and Load

33: Zombies!

34: The Roof

35: Grief

36: The Storm

37: Intangible

38: The Man in the White Coat

39: In the Bowels of the Earth

40: The Escape

41: The Return

Joe Bailey: Zombie Hunter

Whattsa matter, baby? Never made love to a zombie before?

The mans voice was filled with sarcasm but, looking on from the shadows, Joe Bailey couldnt help but think the guy meant every word and that he truly did want the girl to mess around with the dead man in front of her.

The girl, a blonde of probably seventeen or eighteen, frantically tugged at the iron collar around her neck. Joe knew that getting it off would be impossible. The collar was attached to a long iron rod. On the other end was the guy who wanted to see her come apart at the prospect of defiling herself with the undead.

Who knew what they had already done to her before now. What was once an off-yellow dress was mere tatters sagging off her frame like a torn shower curtain. Her cries were muffled by the band of silver duct tape across her mouth. From where Joe lurked off to the side, he could see how her long blonde hair had been pulled forward across her cheeks and stuffed into her mouth to help keep her quiet.

The air stank with booze and dope and the funk of the dead.

The man holding the rod jerked it to the right and left, whipping the girl side to side as he steered her toward the dead man across the basement floor. Four of his friends looked on, yipping and cheering. All five men were eager for what was about to happen. Three were on one side of the room, including the man holding the pole; two were across the way, both gripping a similar iron pole. This one was attached to another collar, one clamped around the neck of an overweight gray-skinned man with a blood-stained white shirt, brown dress pants and only one shoe. The fat man, Joe supposed, had probably been a hard worker when he was alive. Though he was now dead but somehow back to life, he still carried a look of innocence in his eyes, a look of pleading behind the rage and mindless hunger that consumed him.

The jerks cackled and cheered and stepped closer as their buddy forced the girl toward the monster, the dead man trying to step forward with arms outstretched, wanting to grab her. The two guys holding the zombie at bay fought with each tug against the pole. It was a wonder the zombie didnt spin around and take those guys out in an effort to break free. Then again, intelligence was never in a zombies favor. Joe had been around them long enough to know that much.

Joe remained in the shadows behind an old furnace off to the side. The creeps holding the girl hadnt heard him break in through the first floor window of the house and sneak down the stairs into the shadows, each too consumed with the idea of bringing this girl to the edge of torment and despair before, finally, shoving her off the edge.

Oh come on, girlie-girlie. It aint so bad, her captor said. The dudes just hungry, thats all. You know as well as I do that they need to eat now and then, just like anyone else.

The girls muffled screams, grunts and heavy breathing through her nose sent a shockwave of apprehension through the air.

The guy holding the iron rod shook off his beaten leather jacket, first his right arm then, after switching his hold on the rod to the other hand, his left. He wore a blue T-shirt, one which reminded Joe of what the sky used to look like before it had permanently clouded over in a sickly mix of gray and brown.

He cursed himself for sitting in the shadows so long, having to watch as Betty inched toward her doom, but if he didnt time this just right, neither he nor she would make it out of here alive. You didnt have to be paranoid to know that each of the men were packing heat, something that had become commonplace once the dead had taken over.

The zombie snarled and a gob of bloody-spit spilled from the corner of its mouth. It violently lurched forward, catching the men holding the iron rod off guard. A muffled pop came from the zombies neck. It had broken it from the force of the pull.

And it still kept moving.

The men holding it at bay yanked back on the rod, jerking the dead man back a step. The zombie grunted, but kept its feet firmly planted so it only leaned back against the air at an impossible angle before tugging itself upright again. The dudes holding the rod lost their grip and the second the iron rod clanged against the concrete floor, the girl screamed, muffled and scared.

You idiots! Blue shouted. Indecisiveness flashed across his eyes. He wasnt sure what to do.

Joe pulled the large X-09 to shoulder height, cocked the enormous hammer, and got ready. As was his custom, he counted to three then kissed the tip of the thick barrel before settling his finger around the trigger. One cock of the hammer was good for two shots. He had designed the X-09 himself, a large handgun, black and smooth with a Western flare that packed more punch than a double-barreled shotgun. He could have made a fortune off it if the world was the way it used to be.