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A Word from Jonathon Kane

I’d like to talk about how Corpse Days began.  I had never written a novel before.  I had done a few short stories, as well as, many book beginnings – the kind that start off with a bang, and then inevitably hit a wall.  So, I had this zombie idea floating around in my head for a while and I decided to throw it out there to two of my friends one night at the bar.  They weren’t into it.  It fell flat.  However, I was not deterred because I honestly believed that their lack of confidence in the idea had less to do with the idea itself and more to do with my inability to verbalize it properly.  After some time, I was finally able to put it in a way that made enough sense for one of them to be on board.  Maybe it had something to do with the beer, but he had come around and that’s when I knew I had something.  I also had the beginning of the story laid out in my mind, so very shortly after that night, I decided to write it out and see whether or not it turned into another great start that goes nowhere.  Fortunately, it did not.  It turned into something that at times, I couldn’t write fast enough.

Corpse Days | Blurb

Is this the end of the world? Is the Rapture upon us? Has a Zombie Apocalypse arrived? That’s a matter of opinion, but it doesn’t hurt to be a licensed Shooter in these uncertain times.

Meet Stan Norton – a middle-aged Shooter with a haunting past. He wants little to do with the living dead and less to do with the living, until that is, a mysterious young woman with an affinity for guns and martial arts enters his life. An adventure begins and the hunt is on for a reclusive enemy, as the clock ticks down toward a full-blown resurgence of the Corpse Days.

Genre: Horror

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“So what do you say, Stan?”

“Yeah, what do you say?  Wanna join our merry band of zombie hunters?” questioned Jay.

“You’re the only merry one,” played Javier.

“Yeah… I’m the merry one.”

“Seriously,” pleaded Heather with a hint of longing in her eyes.  “We could use one more.  Safety in numbers, Stan.”

“I’ll… have to think about it.”

“Okay.  Well, think about it at our place tonight then.  We have a cabin in the woods down the road from here… plenty of room, a king-sized bed, and the fridge is stocked full of beer,” she offered.

Stan contemplated the offer for a few seconds.  He was exhausted from the road trip and sore from his run-in with the living dead earlier.

“Sure, if you don’t mind.”

“Our place is your place,” called out Jay enthusiastically.


“Well boys, I got this one,” announced Heather to a receptive audience.

Stan got up so that Heather could get out of the booth.  She walked up to the counter, and paid the bill with cash.  As she collected her change, she noticed a news broadcast on a small television mounted up in the corner behind the register.  She listened closely to hear what the newscaster was saying over the noise of the restaurant.

“Earlier today, this video was shot of a man walking around downtown Mobile.”

The video was shaky.  Panned out, it showed the side view of a man in a well-tailored suit slowly walking down a sidewalk.  He was holding a briefcase.  No one else seemed to be around.  When the camera quickly zoomed in, the man still appeared to be perfectly normal.  He had dark, slicked back hair and short sideburns.  However, his profile was partially hidden due to the angle at which he was being shot, and when he turned his head, the reason why someone was filming him became dreadfully obvious.  He was facing the camera, but he was not looking into it.  He was not capable of looking into it because he had no eyes.  The frame froze there.

“Oh my gosh,” gasped a waitress who was standing next to Heather, looking up in awe.

And there it was—in the upper left corner of the screen—the poster child for the new zombie movement.  Where the windows to the soul would be, this thing had neither.  Its humanity left behind somewhere, yet inexplicably, it still moved on—transformed from someone with a purpose to something with a purpose.  Heather wondered if he ever had a soul to begin with.

“The man was processed by an off-duty police officer.  He has yet to be identified,” concluded the newscaster.

“This really is the end of the world, isn’t it?” asked the gum-chewing waitress, still staring at the grotesque image in the background.

“Depends on who you ask,” replied Heather coolly.

Jonathon Kane

Corpse Days is Jonathon Kane’s debut novel.  A zombie story was a natural fit for him, as he loves all things Halloween.  He felt he could bring human emotions other than just fear into this corner of the horror genre.  In high school, he began writing short stories.  However, only when Heather Storm came along—the main character of Corpse Days —did he realize a novel was possible.  Jonathon has recently finished the sequel to Corpse Days, titled The Calm Before.

Learn more @ https://sites.google.com/site/jonathonkanesite/

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