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Zombies Don't Cry: A Living Dead Love Story PDF

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YOU KNOW, SURPRISINGLY, they don’t sell a lot of brains in the local 24-hour grocery store around the corner from my house. And, believe it or not, they don’t really like it when you ask about them. At least, not the sleepy college kid working the only open cash register the night I become a zombie. “Hi, yeah, listen, uh …Tad? Tad, I’m looking for, well, see, my, uhhm …grandfather …is coming into town this weekend, and he really likes, well, believe it or not, he loves brains. Don’t look at me like that. I guess they ate them on the farm when he was growing up or something, but …do you know where I could find any?” “Tad,” or so says the name tag on his chest, looks past me, around me, out into the parking lot, and everywhere but at me before finally saying, “Very funny.” Then he stares at me, as if to say, without words, “I’m too smart to be punk’d. Even if it is two in the morning and there’s not another soul around for miles.” “It’s not a prank, Tad. Seriously. I looked all over the meat department, found tubs of chicken livers, something called ‘chitterlings’—not sure I want to go there—even a big, gray cow’s tongue, but …no brains. So …do you know where I could find them? I mean, I’m asking as a customer”—here I hold up the insanely fat roll of $20 bills Dad keeps in a cookie jar in the kitchen in case of an emergency (which, I think you’ll agree, this is)—”so I’m really not trying to prank you.” He sighs, reaches for a curvy microphone next to his cash register, pushes a button at the base, and says, “Harvey, I’m sending a live one back to the butcher for a few pounds of, get this …brains….” Published 2011 by Medallion Press, Inc. The MEDALLION PRESS LOGO is a registered trademark of Medallion Press, Inc. If you purchase this book without a cover, you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.” Copyright © 2011 by Rusty Fischer Cover design by James Tampa Edited by Emily Steele All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission of the publisher, except where permitted by law. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Typeset in Adobe Garamond Pro ISBN 978-1605423-82-1 Dedication For my lovely wife, Martha, who’s had to put up with my zombie shenanigans for far too long now. Acknowledgments Rusty would like to thank the following for their invaluable contribution to the “making of” Zombies Don’t Cry. First, to Jamie Brenner with Artists & Artisans, Inc., who knew this book better back when it was still called Have a Nice Afterlife. Jamie taught me the importance of story, as well as knowing your audience. She also taught me that timing is everything and that writing a “timeless” book is more important than chasing a fad. Second, to the good folks at Medallion Press. Finding a publisher is never easy; finding a publisher who actually cares about its authors, particularly in this day and age, is doubly so. I’m proud to have found a “home” at Medallion, where zombies are always welcome. Editorial Manager Lorie Popp has been particularly encouraging, and I’d also like to give a major shout-out to my “point person,” Editorial Director Emily Steele, who has made the process easier than it should be. Next, to my unofficial mentors on Facebook and Twitter. There are too many to list by name, but being able to talk about writing, publishing, e-books, print books, submissions, query letters, plot, and characterization with folks I’ve long admired—and read—has been a true inspiration. They say writing is a solitary venture, and that’s true for the most part, but social media has really opened up my world and, I like to think, my writing is better for it. Finally, to my family and friends, who have learned more about zombies than they probably ever wanted to. I never fail to get a kick out of hearing my in-laws, Helen and Gerry, asking about flesh-eating zombies or watching my mom, Colee, egging her teacher friends to buy her son’s book about the living dead. (And don’t get me started on trying to convince my dad, Rusty Sr., how well a book about zombies would go over at Rusty’s Raw Bar.) They’ve been hearing about this book for so long, I hope they’re not disappointed when the dead finally spring to life! Contents Prologue Zombie Picnic Part 1 Two Weeks Earlier … 1 The Curse of Third Period Home Ec 2 “Oooomph” 3 Rubbing the Grave 4 A (Way!) Decent Proposal 5 Raindrops Keep Falling on My Dead 6 You Might Be a Zombie If … 7 Brains on Aisle 9 8 “Maddy, Do You Know?” 9 Zombies 1 and 2 10 The Proper Care and Feeding of Zombies 11 The Zombie Pledge 12 Ambushed 13 Cloudy with a Chance of Gray Matter Part 2 The Dead and the Near Dead 14 Maddy Gets a Makeover 15 Reversal of Fortune 16 Man Troubles 17 Jock-Blocked 18 Sentenced to Food Court 19 Creature Features 20 Batter Up! 21 The Z Files 22 Formerly Yours 23 Any Grave Will Do Part 3 The Afterlife 24 And So It Begins 25 Home Ick 26 Eternally Yours 27 Breaking & Tasering 28 The Business End 29 Three’s Company 30 Zombies in the Girls’ Room 31 A Pimp Called Death 32 Maddy’s Choice Epilogue Maddy in the Middle Prologue Zombie Picnic THE GRAVEYARD is calm at this hour, an appropriately full moon shining down on acres of freshly mown lawn and miles of evenly spaced headstones. Their endless rows are surprisingly calming; it’s almost like I’m staring at a big mouth with thousands of teeth smiling just for me. Though the air is chilly this time of year, it’s clear, making everything clean, crisp, and high-resolution; death in hi-def. I always thought this was a particularly nonspooky cemetery as far as cemeteries go. Most of the ones you see on TV or in the movies are purposefully creepy crawly, gruesome affairs, with crooked headstones leaning and fences broken and the graves overgrown with dried, dead bushes and looking, I suppose, about the way you figure a cemetery should look. Here in Florida, they take their graveyards pretty darn seriously. The fence doesn’t creak when you walk by, there is no pack of feral black cats roaming the grounds, the grass is ballpark green, the headstones are all straight, a nice unbroken sidewalk runs the length of the graveyard, the grave markers are clean, and the flowers are all fresh. I use the moonlight to inspect the contents of the picnic basket at my feet. Four cans of Mountain Dew? Check. Plastic forks and knives? Check. Plastic plates? Check. Paper napkins?

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