Outrunning Zombies: an apocalyptic thriller short story (Dex Reynolds #1)
Book Details
Author(s)S. E. Lee
PublisherCrescere Publishing
ISBN / ASINB005DJA80U
ISBN-13978B005DJA809
Sales Rank1,474,698
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
When flesh-eating zombies take over the streets, Dex Reynolds must find a way to survive the onslaught and the aftermath...and find out if the love of his life, his soon-to-be ex-wife, is safe.
Will he be able to find her, fight off the zombies, guard her against predatory human slime, and convince her to let him take her to a secured farm he's prepared against all eventualities, or will she break things off him for once and for all?
A 7200-word action-adventure survival short story and the start of a serial story. Contains action, guns, zombies, and romance. Adult language warning.
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EXCERPT:
I walked up the double spiral stairs of my new teak and cedar beach house to find an unpleasant surprise.
"Drop those bags, asshole, or I'll shoot your goddamned head off!"
I froze at the top of the stairs to the beach house I'd found nicely furnished and vacant with a week's worth of groceries from the rest of the houses down the block weighing me down. My carry gun was tucked away on my left side in a shoulder holster that I instantly and stupidly realized I couldn't get to because I'd been hauling so much in one trip and had no hand free. Stupid, stupid, stupid thing to do. He had the advantage of surprise and a .25 pea-shooter with his finger in the trigger, and the best scenario for me was to wait and take advantage of any chances I could make before one of us got shot.
Namely, me.
Will he be able to find her, fight off the zombies, guard her against predatory human slime, and convince her to let him take her to a secured farm he's prepared against all eventualities, or will she break things off him for once and for all?
A 7200-word action-adventure survival short story and the start of a serial story. Contains action, guns, zombies, and romance. Adult language warning.
* * * * *
EXCERPT:
I walked up the double spiral stairs of my new teak and cedar beach house to find an unpleasant surprise.
"Drop those bags, asshole, or I'll shoot your goddamned head off!"
I froze at the top of the stairs to the beach house I'd found nicely furnished and vacant with a week's worth of groceries from the rest of the houses down the block weighing me down. My carry gun was tucked away on my left side in a shoulder holster that I instantly and stupidly realized I couldn't get to because I'd been hauling so much in one trip and had no hand free. Stupid, stupid, stupid thing to do. He had the advantage of surprise and a .25 pea-shooter with his finger in the trigger, and the best scenario for me was to wait and take advantage of any chances I could make before one of us got shot.
Namely, me.

