T W Brown [Brown - DEAD- Suffer the Children

Other Titles by TW Brown

The DEAD Series:

DEAD: The Ugly Beginning

DEAD: Revelations

DEAD: Fortunes & Failures

DEAD: Winter

DEAD: Siege & Survival

DEAD: Confrontation

DEAD: Reborn

DEAD: Darkness Before Dawn

DEAD: Spring

DEAD: The Reclamation

DEAD: End

The New DEAD series

DEAD: Onset (Book 1 of the New DEAD series)

DEAD: Alone (Book 2 of the New DEAD series)

Zomblog

Zomblog

Zomblog II

Zomblog: The Final Entry

Zomblog: Snoe

Zomblog: Snoes War

Zomblog: Snoes Journey

That Ghoul Ava

That Ghoul Ava: Her First Adventures

That Ghoul Ava & The Queen of the Zombies

That Ghoul Ava Kick Some Faerie A**

Next, on a very special That Ghoul Ava

That Ghoul Ava on the Lam

That Ghoul Ava On a Roll

That Ghoul Ava Sacks a Quarterback

That Ghoul Ava has an Appetite for Deception

The World of the DEAD expands with:

Snapshot Estacada, Oregon

(Coming 2018)

To see your town die in the DEAD world, email TW Brown at:

DEAD: Suffer the Children (Book 3 of the New DEAD Series)

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A moment with the author

Well, you waited, and it is finally here. Book 3 of the New DEAD series. So many of you hit me up the past several months asking if I was done writing? I guess I just needed to take a break and recharge.

I know that my personal life is an open book to those who choose to follow, so many undoubtedly are aware of the depression issue I struggle with, and to be honest, it got the upper hand for a bit. Add in my big fall during the 2017 Seattle Spartan Beast (which you can watch on YouTube if you Google Spartan Beast 2017 Ladder Fall in 360) and a dose of pneumoniayeah, I hit a wall.

2018 is going to be a return to what I do best. Disturb you with horrific tales of zombies, zombie children, and humans taking advantage of the chaos. I have one Snapshot to write since it was bid on at a charity event last spring, but then the rest of the year is SOLELY dedicated to the New DEAD series.

If all goes mostly well, then you should expect at least three more offerings this year. By the end of that time, perhaps Evan will meet up with the cast of DEAD: SnapshotLas Vegas, Nevada . If you havent read it, you might want toif you are okay with seeing the world through the eyes of the man who will be my next Big Bad.

Anyway, youve waited long enough, so let me just thank my amazing Beta Team for helping me clean up the edges, my wife (as always) for continuing to let me do what I love, and to youthe person reading this. I know my absence cost me a lot of you, and hopefully those that stuck around will spread the word that Im back. (That is my subtle way of begging for reviews.)

Thanks for picking this book.

Aroo! Aroo! Aroo!

TW Brown

January 2018

To My Amazing Readers

Thank you for sticking with me:

Malik Wyrick, Nigel Ward, Debra Allen, Caroline Harmon, Will Barnes, Sherri Barnes, Terri Deese, Stephen Deese, Amanda Riddle, Roy Huseb, Maggie Serna, Wanda Beers, Christina Burns, Kevin Wright, Michele Kiltz, Richard Kiltz, Leslie Brussel, Janet Brown, Sian Coburn-Nicol, Cathryn Kiana, Steve Delien, Ashley Pinkham, Edward Taylor, Lysa Chetney, Bill Stokes, Rick Stokes, Paul Stokesand you.

Contents

Chewie

I felt my stomach clench as the wave of nausea hit me hard. The smells of the dead and undead hardly registered as I knelt beside the dark mass of fur that lie sprawled in the weeds and shrubs. My hands plunged into the fur and came away bloody.

No, I managed around a throat that was closing to a pinhole.

My vision blurred as the tears built up and then spilled over from my eyes to carve tracks down the dirt, dust, and grime of the past few days that covered my faceand everything else for that matter. With a huff, my beloved Newfoundland tried to roll her head up and look at me.

Easy, girl, I crooned as I leaned my face down and nuzzled Chewie. I didnt care if I came away covered in blood. At this exact moment in time, all I wanted to do was let my dog know I was there with her.

Here, Evan, a voice whispered from behind me.

I glanced back to see Marshawn standing with a shallow bowl in his hands. Maybe some water will help.

I accepted the dish with thanks and then brought it to Chewies muzzle. The dogs large tongue came out to lap at the offered water. As she drank, her head rose higher. It was almost like watching a flower open to the sun as she appeared to visibly strengthen.

Eventually, I had to pull the dish away for fear that she would drink too much too fast. Setting it aside, I ran my hands over the Newfoundlands body as I sought out the injuries responsible for so much blood. I found one nasty slash down her right side that ran about four inches. Careful probing revealed that, other than needing stitches, it did not appear to penetrate any vital organs.

Her right ear was also very ragged. I couldnt tell what had caused the injury, but I was willing to bet it had been chewed on. She also had another deep cut on her left shoulder. This one was full of dirt and had almost stopped bleeding. Additionally, she had a few areas where the fur looked to have been yanked out by the roots. I hugged her again, vowing silently to care for her and get her back to being healthy.

All around me, I heard occasional thuds and meaty smacks. It took a concentrated effort for me to tear my eyes away from Chewie to realize that, despite things being mostly disposed of, there were still a few of the undead able to move. One had been in the act of dragging itself towards Chewie and me and was perhaps a dozen feet away. Marshawn stood over it, yanking his machete free from the back of its head.

We need to secure this area, Evan, the man said simply before heading towards the next zombie still able to move.

Its gonna be okay, girl, I whispered, giving Chewie a gentle pat on the side of her neck.

Getting to my feet, I edged the bowl of water closer to her and then joined in on the elimination of the zombies still wandering the grounds. As soon as that was under control, we all set about the task of plugging the gaping holes in the wall that circled the place.

By the time we finished and I returned to my dogs side, the big Newfoundland was snoring softly in the shade. Somebody had even cleaned and dressed her wounds. Her fur was still matted and filthy, but she appeared to be sleeping comfortably.

Evan? a voice called from somewhere inside the house.

Coming, I shouted back. The sun was starting to set, and shadows had stretched out to soak the entire ground in their cool darkness.

I walked into the house for the first time and was hit by the stench of death. There was blood splattered on the wall of one staircase where it looked like somebody had been gunned down. A few zombies had been dropped in here, but from the looks of it, that had been a few days ago.