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Gobble, Gobble up a Piece of the Undead!

Dawn stopped at the edge of the parking lot. What she saw in front of her was an apocalyptic nightmare. It was a picture of mass panic frozen in a time of chaos.

The parking lot looked like a war zone–cars burned to metal bodies, cars crashed together, cars turned over, shopping carts everywhere and in all kinds of positions, (food and supplies in these carts long since looted), and bodies, lots and lots of dead bodies. Most of them had been laying out here rotting in the hot sun for far too long, and they were now decayed and gooey, slipping back into the Earth one second at a time.

She closed her eyes, held the gold cross on a chain around her neck, prayed, and then crossed the parking lot.

She stopped when she reached the double doors that led into the grocery store. Sunlight gleamed off what was left of the glass in the frame, shards on the ground twinkled like stars. Two zombies shuffled out of the store, heading in her tasty direction. Dead things. Rotten things. Been walking around for a long time now as a corpse things. A couple of quick pops of her gun and both of them went down hard. Perfect, clean, head shots. Blood splattered ground.

Dawn looked to her left and right, back to the store in front of her, and then she turned around to make sure nothing was behind her. No other zombies shuffled about in the late fall heat, at least not from where she was standing; but there was a man, she did see a man, coming across the parking lot towards her. He stood about medium height, not too pudgy, not too thin. He had to be about 40 years old, she thought, as he put his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat.

“Who are you?” She asked, as she aimed her gun at him.

The guy looked down at her gun with the silencer on it, pointed directly at his gut. A nasty shot that would not end him instantly. “My name’s Mike, Mike Beem. You?”

“Dawn Sprig,” she replied, and paused. “Have you been following me?”

“I haven’t, just happened to see you crossing the parking lot. Thought I would walk over and see if you needed any help.”

“I’m fine.” She wasn’t, because she was terrified of being out here on her own without her boyfriend. So, she faked it the best she could. “Just need to do a little shopping. I hope my credit is still good,” she replied, smiling, hoping to ease the tension.

“Store’s probably picked over.”

“Probably, but there might be something left for the Thanksgiving Holiday,” she replied, lowering her weapon.

“I’m stuck on Christmas.”

“Any luck?”

“Some.” He paused. “You sure you don’t want me to go in with you? I can help if the store is overrun. Always nice to have back up.”

She wanted to say yes, she really did, but even though she had lowered her gun, stranger danger still popped into her mind when she looked at him. He might seem like a nice guy out here, but in there, in the dark, he could be someone totally different. “I’d rather go it alone. If you don’t mind? I’m better that way. No offense.”

“None taken. I Understand.”

“Thanks, though, for the offer.”

“Sure. Good luck and Happy Thanksgiving.”

“You too, Mike.”

He made his way out of the parking lot, and Dawn took another quick scan. No zombies about, just Mike evaporating into the distance. She turned back to the store, steadied her nerves, and turned on her light (this light was on a strap that ran around her head, so she could keep her hands free).  She made sure her weapons were ready to do the job they were meant to do, knife in place and gun ready to fire. She started to walk, ever so slightly, crunching on broken glass, moving from the light into the dark.

The smell inside the store wasn’t pleasant. All kinds of putrid things in a state of decay mingled and danced together in the non-air-conditioned air. Those smells were having a nice party in this tight enclosed airless space. Dawn tried to hold her breath and not breathe in too much of it, as she stopped just inside the double doors. She kneeled down in front of two bodies that were dead, flat, and squished. These bodies (elderly man and woman) looked like they had fallen down and nobody had bothered to help them up as the crowd trampled over them in a mad rush for supplies. She said a prayer for them, and then stood up. That’s when she heard it. It was a clicking sound, silent electronic keys being punched over and over again, hard to hear unless you were inside the store. She turned her light in the direction of that sound . . . A Zombie Thanksgiving is free to read from 11/16 - 11/19. Grab it at the links below and have A Happy Zombie Thanksgiving.

5 out of 5 stars: Keeping hope alive.

4 out of 5 stars: Wonderful story of giving and hope.





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Special Thanks to all of the AMAZING Fiends who have contributed to this fight against cancer.

Pete Aldin Doomsday's Child
Shaun Phelps & Kyle Clemments Zombie Stories for People with Short Attention Spans
JR Jackson UFTD Books 1-6
Anthony Renfro A Zombie New Year's Eve
Anthony Renfro The Dead of Winter
JT Lozano The Beginning of the End
Johnny Andrews Hard Game of Life
Johnny Andrews Loving the Alien
Johnny Andrews Bloody Words
Michael Peirce Red Dirt Zombies Book 1
Rich Restucci Chaos Theory Book 1
Rich Restucci Conspiracy Theory Book 1
Rich Restucci Conversion Theory Book 1
RJ Spears Forget the Alamo
Suzanne Sussex Safe Zone Book 1
The Zee Brothers Curse of the Zombie Omelet (Standard Edition)
Vincenzo Bilof Necropolis Now
Vincenzo Bilof Nightmare of the Dead
Joe Cautilli Zombies vs Robots Books 1 & 2
Scott Baker Nazi Ghouls from Space
Scott Baker Rotter Nation
JZ Murdock Death of Heaven
Zombie Fiend Anthology Hunger Pangs: Dark Confessions
Zombie Fiend Anthology Feast or Famine
William Todd Rose Cry Havoc
William Todd Rose The Dead & Dying
William Todd Rose Sex in the Time of Zombies
William Todd Rose Fighter's Bite
William Todd Rose Undead Nocturne: Even Dead Men Die (Out of Print)
Asher Wismer The Perfect Castle
Asher Wismer Sugar Rush
Asher Wismer Glowcoals
Bryan Tann The Enforcer
Bryan Tann The Hunted
Rob Turnbull Thinning the Herd

Darren Feight Exclusive Zombie Fiend T-shirt
David Mack Misc items
Jonathan Maberry Limited edition, autographed book
Zombie Fiend Custom BOB
Jackie Chin 1 Hour psychic reading
Asher Wismer Autographed Cover Prints
Dave Jeffery Movie: Ascension
Foxtrot Productions Movie: The Plaque

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The Zombie Fiend Apocalyptic Traveler

When I’m not writing or haunting the hallowed halls of Zombie Fiend, I’m also an avid geocacher, which is basically what happens when you tell nerds to go outside and play. For the uninitiated, geocaching is the art of using multimillion-dollar, government GPS satellites to find Tupperware hidden in the woods.  The containers—which can also be ammo cans or any other weatherproof canisters—are called geocaches and usually contain a logbook and various trinkets which can be traded for goodies from your own stash.  However, there is another type of trinket which can be found in a cache known as a Travel Bug.  A Travel Bug (or TB) is not meant to be kept; its sole purpose is to be moved from cache to cache.  A unique serial number is assigned to each TB and this number is logged on the site anytime it is picked up or dropped off, allowing the owner and others to track its journey.  And these things do tend to get around.  I’ve helped move TBs that have logged have hundreds of thousands of miles over the years, some of which originated on the other side of the globe.

With that being said – and with Joy Killar’s kind permission – I decided to create a Zombie Fiend travel bug and unleash it upon an unsuspecting world.  I’m still in the process of finding a fairly active Travel Bug Motel (a cache specifically designed for moving TBs), but thought I would create a blog here so I can share details of its journey with the community. For anyone interested, the official page for the Zombie Fiend Apocalypse Traveler can be viewed here.

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Dogs & Pumpkins

A recipe that's not a recipe for a dog treat using a pumpkin & leftovers.

How to clean your fridge and delight your dog while warming the kitchen.

This is the time of year when the autumn sights and smells always give me bigger ideas about wonderful ways to cook up the fall bounty than I'm able to carry out, let alone eat. Those delicious pumpkin pies, curries, soups and stews finally fill all the bellies, and I wind up with more pumpkins than I need. What a perfect excuse to make a feast for my favorite bottomless doggie belly! There is simply no way to go wrong with baking a pumpkin for your dog. 

The woman who wrote this is a vegetarian & has Anatolians

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Words of the Dead - Open Submission Call

George A. Romero was an inspiration to many people, and the Godfather of the modern zombie sub-genre. As a tribute to him, and his work, EyeCue Productions are putting together a charity anthology, provisionally called WORDS OF THE DEAD, to honour the man who scared us witless when we were younger and inspired us when we got older.

Deadline for original submissions is December 31, 2017

For more information, including full submission guidelines, click here

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Celebration of Life- Wade Wilson

Please join us tomorrow in remembrance

#WadeWatch doesn't end tomorrow. The celebration of his life does not mean he has left us.

He is Here and Near, and he will continue to reside in our hearts.
His strength continues to be an inspiration.
His humor was sometimes awful, but we will always adore him.
He was a Fiend until the end, and he will always be here with us.

Some knew him as Jay, others knew him as Wade Wilson. Saturday, October 7, at 11:00 am eastern standard in Wayne, Michigan is the memorial service to celebrate his life.

However you connected with this amazing man, please know that if you are unable to attend the memorial service in Michigan, we invite you to join us in the ZF chatroom ( at that same time as we gather to remember our dear family member.

#WadeWatch will never end on the ZF website. We as a community will always see Wade in all that we do.

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New Zombie Stories Available!

I know I haven't been around in a bit, but I thought I would let you fiends know that I have some new zombie stuff available. Below are my latest entries into the Zombie Genre. 


What are the Mike Beem Chronicles? The Mike Beem Chronicles are a series of short stories that I wrote involving a character named Mike Beem. They are stories about hope, survival, and people trying to keep humanity alive in a world filled with the living dead. Descriptions for all six stories in this collection flow below. Enjoy.

A Zombie Thanksgiving: A short story about a woman who risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.

A Zombie Christmas: This short story is about three men who risk life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas Morning.

A Zombie New Year’s Eve: This short story is about Becky and Joe who are separated in a Zombie Apocalypse and risk life and limb in order to reunite for their New Year’s Eve kiss.

A Zombie Christmas 2: A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.

Flesh for the Zombies: 
When Mike Beem’s community is savagely attacked, he must exact revenge on those who wronged him. He must put aside all the good he has ever accomplished in order to become someone else. A man without a moral compass. A man without right or wrong. A man who is a cold blooded killer. Will he get his justice or will he die trying? The answers lie within the pages of this short story.

Zombie Beach: Mike Beem has given it all up and run off to live by the beach. Life down on the coast isn’t all that it should be. Days of lying in the sun are replaced with brutal survival. Mike does his best to not only survive, but to rebuild a life among the ruins of these beach side towns.





This short story is told in two parts.

Part 1: Mike and Captain

On the Coast, Mike runs into an old Sea Captain and they form an instant bond. Mike learns of Captain’s boat, his son and daughter-in-law. Captain is desperate to get off Carolina Beach, but there is a problem (and it is a big problem) the town is swarming with zombies. Mike decides to help the old man fight his way through the hordes in order to gain safe passage on his boat.

Part 2: Mike and Myrtle Beach

Alone again. Mike finds an old motel on the South Carolina coast and decides to call it home. While rebuilding his life and motel he meets some new friends, fights off countless numbers of zombies, and settles into his new life by the sea.






The zombie Mike was about to shoot was an ugly sucker, and staring right up at him from the sand below. The zombie had the majority of the left side of his face torn off, huge holes in his neck and arms. He was dressed in pink and green blood-stained golf pants, spiked shoes, and dirty black golf shirt.

“Fore!” Mike screamed, and then shot the golfer zombie right between the eyes. The top of its head exploded, splattering blood and rotten brains all over the pristine white sand.  He looked from the dead zombie to the ocean, and then to the left and right. The gunshot had been loud, but it hadn’t sent the few corpses on the beach shambling in his direction. They seemed to be scattered, not hording together, trudging along with difficulty. A couple of zombies had even gotten stuck and as the water rushed in and around them, they found themselves in a hopeless situation where sand kept burying their feet and ankles over and over again.

Mike hopped down from the once white lifeguard tower where he had spent the night, and looked at the buildings around him. He didn’t see what he was looking for in the high rises and few beach homes that lined this part of the shore, so he moved on, reloading his pistol, eyes focused and ready for trouble. This pistol was the only firing weapon he owned, scavenged from a dead body he had found lying near the water’s edge (he had lost his rifle when he leaped from the fiery restaurant on Carolina Beach and had left his nearly empty pistol with Captain and his crew). His ammo was drastically low, but he had his knife, which was great for close quarters.

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Fiendish and Free until Wednesday!

ZF admin and fiend extraordinaire, Johnny Andrews' latest book is FREE until Wednesday.
Pick up your copy and leave a review- cuz that's how we roll.
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The Zee Brothers: Zombie Exterminators Series

Who would you call during a zombie outbreak? 

The Police? The Military? Your neighbor to make sure he’s stocked up and ready to go?

No, it's time to call The Zee Brothers!

Join us as they suit up to slay zombies and try to win the heart of the sexy and sassy JJ!

In book 1 they battle the reanimated dead of a long-buried tribe trying to reclaim their sacred grounds.

In book 2 they find themselves trapped in a zombie filled school with no weapons and no where to run.


Gruff and handsome, Jonah Zee, is the dominating, classic music loving leader, that calls the shots and keeps them coming. 

Tobacco chewing, Judas Zee is the gun slinging, rock music loving goofball, that is slow to learn, but always has his big brother's back. 

And the hot and sassy JJ, is the heroine that captures the brother's hearts and eyes, while doing her best to keep her dog Xanadu out of trouble. 


Filled with pop culture nods and heroes that just don't know when to quit, it's a slap happy, blood-filled adventure, as the trio fights off zombies and the brothers fight each other for JJ's affection.  

If you like Ash Vs Evil Dead, Army of Darkness, Z-Nation and Scooby Doo, you'll want to read this action-packed tale of zombie mayhem! Dive into The Zee Brother's adventures today!


Vol.1 Curse of the Zombie Omelet





Vol.2 Zombie School Lockdown



Audiobook: Coming this fall


ZX Shorts (E-book Only)

Revenge of the Zombie Yeti


Pests B’ Gone


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Our Flexible friend

     A guest post I did a while ago. I thought I'd share it here. Hope you like it.


                                    Our Flexible Friend

                                       By Michael Whitehead


   If you’re old and lucky enough to have grown up in the U.K. in the eighties you are sure to remember the T.V. adverts for a credit cards called Access. The tag line for the advert was “Your flexible friend.” As a writer I would argue that this is the perfect tag line to describe our friend the zombie.

   He is so flexible that even the name, zombie, is up for grabs. Walkers, biters, Z’s, Christopher Artinian’s RAMS and my own personal choice of The Risen are but a few of the dozens of names for our apocalypse bound buddies. If the name is so open to change, is it really any surprise that there is so much variety associated with zombies in general?

   Fast or slow? It’s a common question, which I’ll come back to in a bit. It’s just the start of the possibilities available to the zombie writer. We can kill them in so many wonderful ways, shooting, hitting, crushing, melting, vaporising or burning, the options are endless. The added bonus is, if we decide that those things don’t kill them, then the fun just increases. What’s better than having a burning zombie running around setting fire to anything it comes into contact with? Fair enough, you can’t drown them, but doesn’t that just add to the ways we can mess with our main characters?

   Zombies are a pretty obedient lot on the whole. Perfectly capable of being completely silent when required, they will moan on cue the moment it’s appropriate. If we ask nicely they will wait in a room for days and days but as soon as we say the word, they will escape from a locked prison cell. In fact, they can be relied on to flow out of anywhere they are being kept, like water out of a cracked jug, but only when we need them to.

   It’s not even like they need companionship. They are equally happy to spend weeks by themselves or to wander the desert with a hundred thousand mates. You could almost call them the perfect roommate, keeping themselves locked in their room until it’s time to become the party animal.

   So we come back to the age old question, fast or slow? How does a writer decide what abilities to imbue his new toys with? I mean, we might be writing about these guys for a long time. In my case it’s not the zombies but the guys they were fighting against that gave the zombies their major characteristics. It’s no good sending a bunch of slow, dumb as rocks, weak as kittens, zombies against a team of badass marines. At the same time, do we really want to waste a breed of all singing, all dancing, killing machines, against a house full of stoned students?

   In my case, I was sending our undead friends against the Roman legions. Big blocks of shield holding, armour wearing, sword wielding killers. Slow zombies were lambs to the slaughter. Dog food amongst a pack of hounds. That said, fast zombies were not going to fair much better against cavalry and archers. I needed something to give these ancient world, killing machines a run for their money. Or in my case, a jump.

   I figured that having my Risen leap into the air at the last moment would scare the crap out of a bunch of guys that spend their time hiding behind a wall of shields. More than that, the legionaries in the ranks behind are so tightly packed that the zombies landing further back would have a field day against men who couldn’t draw their swords to defend themselves. The flexibility of the zombie wins again.

   Of course the Romans will only fall for this for a short while, before they come up with ways to counteract the attack. They’re clever bastards, these Romans. I wonder if I should tell them that they haven’t seen everything these Z’s can do? Nah, I’ll let them find that out for themselves.

   The zombie is the gift that just keeps giving. We need to look after them for our own sake. They’re like a favourite pet, if we treat them nicely they will give us hours of fun, but mistreat them and they might just turn around and bite us. Give them a challenge to stop them getting bored, plenty of exercise, and of course a lot to eat, and they will remain loyal for years to come.

   Long live the zombie..........In all it’s many forms.

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Free for a limited time!

"In the unlikely intersection between Cinderella and Lizzy Borden sits this work by William Todd Rose. Recalling fairy tales when they were meant to be harsh moral instruction, using the tropes of Disney a subverted fashion, Rose weaves a dark fantasy that is not afraid to tip its scale into true horror."

In a world powered by the souls of the dead, a uniquely deformed girl embarks on a dark journey that takes her from a life of imposed solitude to the depths of human depravity. 

Accompanied by her only friend, a technologically-enhanced rat, young Lucretia Bonnecourt spirals into a world so demented and cruel that it is only rivaled by the nightmare landscapes of her own, psychotic fugues. 

Will she survive the wicked and debaucherous world which threatens to claim her? Or will she be lost forever to the altered states of exodus?

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