Thursday, June 17, 2021

Zombie Complex: Inspired by Real Places

Zombie Complex is set in a fictional apartment complex that is inspired by a real one.  It's a complex that my wife and I have lived in on and off for far too many years.  When we had a dog, I walked every square inch of this place and even into many of the surrounding wooded areas.  I know where the possums are, where the racoons hide, and I'm familiar with at least three generations of stray cats in the area.  In real life, the inspiration dog behind Dale was quite a character and we miss him every day.  Nothing gets you familiar with the topography of a place like walking a dog every day and every night.

The real life inspiration dog behind Dale


When I write of cooking smells, bugs, and residents who can't park, that's my truth.  It's a truth that my wife and I lived for a long time as residents of this complex and several other apartment communities.  Even the weirdest neighbors draw a little inspiration from real neighbors that I have had over the years.  If there is a stretch, it's probably in the strength of the gates.  In real life, they break or get sabotaged all the time.

An aerial photo of the inspiration apartments doesn't reveal much.  If you read Zombie Complex, you may recognize some of the features.  I just hope that I was able to breath life into the place and threaten it with death by a thousand zombies.  When I look at the photo, I can immediately pick out the gates, the garbage area. the mailbox hut, the pool, and the vegetable garden.  It's easy for me to distinguish between the little bungalows and the big buildings.  I can also imagine where many of the key battles in my novel take place.  For me, the complex is a place where heroes live and die and it makes the location much more meaningful to me.  

An aerial view (from Google Maps) of the inspiration apartment complex behind Zombie Complex

I hope you enjoy getting familiar with my world and I appreciate everyone who has joined our fight for survival.  I hope that the authenticity of the place and its population shines through in my pages.



Friday, March 26, 2021

Zombie Dribble: To Make Sure

Someone or something is moving on the other side of the fence.  With the sun setting and gloomy skies, I can't tell if it is one of the living or the dead.  If they return, I can use my rifle to make sure.  I just hate to waste a bullet. 

A Savage 110 Snipers Rifle - photo by FrankWilliams, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons


Thursday, March 4, 2021

Zombie Cinquain Poem: Tree to Tree


Leaves crunch
Twigs snap and crack
from tree to tree I run
to escape the moaning ones and
live on


Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Zombie Limerick: The Man from Mumbai


There once was a man from Mumbai 
who was a bits and bytes kind of guy
 while he submitted his code
 the dead came into his abode 
and transformed him into a Zombai !!!

A Train Near Mumbai - The original uploader was Nikkul at English Wikipedia., CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons




Saturday, February 13, 2021

Zombie Flash Fiction: The Little Bugout Truck

With a knapsack full of peanut butter, I rounded the corner and ran down the alley behind the grocery store.  I looked over my shoulder to glance back at the horde on my heels.  That was enough of a distraction for me to get my feet mixed up and send me tumbling.  But, in this world, you can't stay down.  I was up in an instant and I hopped, limped, and otherwise made my way back to my little yellow truck.  I climbed in and looked over to see the dead clawing at my windows.  It's always an inconvenient time to dig your keys out of your deepest pocket.

The dead were drooling on my windshield as I finally started the truck.  As it started up with one turn of the key, I smiled and reflected on my little truck.  I  always thought I'd want a really big four-wheel-drive truck with a winch and brush bars just in case the world came to an end.  Now that the world has actually come to the end, I'm glad I have a simple and reliable little vehicle  that sips fuel, cranks every time, and is incredibly reliable.

I put my little truck into drive, accelerated to thirty, and slammed on the brakes.  It was fun to see the dead roll off the hood and down the road.  Escape was simply matter of making a quick turn and hitting the gas.  I left the dead behind me in the rearview mirror.  

When I'm surrounded by a horde, I can't have car trouble.  You can't just call AAA for a jumpstart or a tow.




Photo by:  Ildar Sagdejev (Specious), CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Sunday, January 31, 2021

Zombie Flash Fiction Story: Emcee Mike and Apocalyptic Bingo

    "B27!  Ladies and Gentlemen, B27!"
    The bingo crowd scanned their cards frantically.  But, no one seemed to have it.
    "I need a better number than that Mike!" someone in the crowd yelled out.  
    Mike nodded.  He was a large man who worked as a nursing assistant by day and dressed in a traditional black tuxedo to entertain the seniors as the emcee for Bingo in the early evening.  He spun the handle of the bingo cage vigorously to tumble the balls about until another rolled out of the selector.  Beside him sat Betty--a young lady who served as a nursing home administrator.  She looked nervously out at the crowd.
    "G15!" the emcee called out. "Anyone have G15?"

Photo by Cypher789, CC BY-SA 3.0
<http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/>,
via Wikimedia Commons
    "Bingo!  Bingo!  I have it!" a gray haired old lady exclaimed with excitement.
    "Congrats!  Miss Higgins.  You've one this can of SPAM."
    The crowd looked at Miss Higgins angrily and hungrily.

    "Damn it," one old man cursed under his breath.  "I just needed one more square."
    "Don't worry folks," the emcee said.  "We collected a few more cans on the last run!"
    "We need vegetables, too." a grandma in a mou mou dress complained bitterly.
    "You know this is not the best idea we ever had," the emcee whispered to the nursing home administrator.
    "Mike, I thought they would like it," she whispered shaking her head.
    "Don't fret folks!" the man said loudly into the microphone.                 "We'll go out this week, kill more zombies, and bring back more food."
    "You better," another old lady piped up.  "I'm almost out of Cream of Wheat."
    "What happened to the National Guard?"  Betty whispered.
    "I don't know," Mike replied quietly.  "It's hell out there."
    In the microphone, the emcee announced, "Alright, clear your cards for a new game!"


Monday, January 18, 2021

Zombie Cinquain: Silence

 Under

complete control

is what they all once said.

Now airwaves and devices are

all dead.

Photo by William Pina, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

 

Zombie Complex: Inspired by Real Places

Zombie Complex is set in a fictional apartment complex that is inspired by a real one.  It's a complex that my wife and I have lived in...