Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Christmas for Zombies Part three

Prequel to Summit The Zombie Hunter Series
Coming to Hellfire Publishing in 2012

Prequel- Zombies for Christmas
First installment- New World Order, Coming soon
Second Installment- The World Must End, Coming soon



Zombies for Christmas

                                  By Keira Kroft


Part 3
    Having to be strong for Mia, Raven started singing Christmas carols, prompting Bailey and Summit to join in to keep the little girl as calm as possible. The one thing worse than death itself, is knowing that it’s coming. Raven sucked back her tears and continued to sing as Mia joined in.
                                                         We wish you a merry Christmas,
                                                        We wish you a merry Christmas,
                                            We wish you a merry Christmas and happy new…
     “I think we are angering them,” Bailey shook. “What do we do?”
     The snarling was getting a little annoying. Ewwww, they were so disgusting and when you were in a room full of them, it reeked…like spoiled hamburger.
    “We hit them.” Summit placed his hands up, slowly closing them into fists.
    “I need a Hershey’s.” Raven said slugging as many zombies as she could hit at a time. She just needed a little breathing room, so that her friends could buy enough time to find something to smash their heads in, with.
    “You would say that! Not, that you are going to die before you cured cancer, or that I or my child could die. But that you died without having a damn candy bar.” Bailey laughed. “Only you would think of chocolate at this time!”
    “Not just any chocolate, only Hershey’s for me I’m afraid.” Raven sighed.  “And of course I am thinking about that, there are a couple pounds of it under the tree at home.”
Baily held Mia, close. “There is going to be an opening and when there is you run, you run like hell.  You hear me?”
    “Yes Mommy.” Mia held on even tighter.
    “Are you broads really talkin’ about sweets?” Summit said, while the undead was pawing and snarling at him.
     Raven and Bailey glared at each other, “What the hell happened to your accent?”
    “Oh, I am from Chicago, I don’t really have an English accent.”
    Baily shot Raven a look, but she couldn’t deal with this Summit guys craziness right now. She waved off her friend.
     Summit fought his way through the mob of Zombies and found there was a small clearing.
    “Okay Mia. Now…run.” Bailey instructed.
    The little girl was shaking, clearly frightened. She managed to make it outside, with Summits help.
    “You hide under the porch and we will be right out for you,” Summit said.
    “Wow so we can hit’ em?” Bailey asked, observing Raven and Summit, fending of the rotting demons.
    “Uhhhh-yah.” Raven knew her eyes were getting big, like saucers as they did whenever she was being sarcastic. She could hear her mother calling her fish eyes. That woman loved the insults.
    “Bailey maybe you shouldn’t hurt yourself,” Summit said, taking down two creatures at a time. “I can see Raven doing it she is a big girl, but you’re a tiny thing, with a kid.”
    “Hey, I am not that big” Raven said socking him in the arm, they were in dangerous situation but she couldn’t help herself.
    Baily and Raven laughed. “I learned how to box from a Billy Blanks video. Baily is a black belt.”
“Okay, then, we can use all the help we can get,” Summit said.
    Bailey kicked a zombie right between the eyes, a piece of flesh still between her toes. “Oh you like that, don’t you little zombie? You want another?” She jammed her for foot into its head while it squirmed on the ground.
    A strange man came running into Bailey’s house with a bat and started smashing all the zombie heads he could find.
    “It’s about fuckin’ time, you got here Schmitty,” Summit griped.
    “I was stuck in traffic, give me a break,” the stranger laughed. He was shirtless and had the body of a Greek god, bronze and muscular, but he was about fifty, with a salt and pepper handlebar mustache and bushy grey hair.
     Ravens heart pounded, they were alive. They were alive! Her insides shouted!
    “Baily—get Mia I will catch up with you.” Raven hugged her best friend quickly, she had to go.
    “Where are you going?” the stranger asked.
    "Please don’t go,” Summit pleaded, a loose brown curl fell in front of one of his crystal blue eyes.
    “I have to get my cat. We ran over here so fast I didn’t have a chance to get him.”
    “You stay with Schmitty, I trust him. I will get your cat.” He seemed sincere.
    “I am capable of getting my own cat,” Raven snapped. “Besides, I don’t know…Schmitty.” Raven glared at him. Now she had not one, but two strange men invading her life. This was too much.
To her surprise Summit hugged her. He was so tender about it. “Sweetie you can’t see them again, even if it was safe.”
    Raven’s knees felt weak. Not because of Summit, but because he reminded her that her family was gone. After she somehow managed to keep them from her mind, Raven laid down, filled with anguish, the pain of losing her family, her whole family was too much to bear.
*****
    Summit climbed through the broken window of Raven’s house. Her family was eating something. They seemed busy and where enjoying themselves, like pigs at the trough. He tore under their family Christmas tree, looking for that damn giant candy bar. He had the large square package, he opened it to be sure, but it was just a card. A ridiculously sized, wrapped card. He tossed it down. It wasn’t what Summit thought it was, it was a music box. When it hit the floor, it played a rather loud tune, attracting the hungry foe. Damn, I haven’t found what I came for yet.
    He slammed his foot down on the tree holder and ripped the tree out. One by one, as almost a choreographed dance, he stuck the tree trunk in the temples of each one of her Raven’s family members and pulled it out again. He kept moving onto the next, until they were all dead for good this time…he hoped.
    Summit didn’t really know Raven, but he felt remorse for killing off her kin.
    Loud banging came from the back door. “Raven? Raven is that you?” The banging continued…damn, there are more shitheads coming. Summit lolled down, what he came for was right there, no gift wrap, nothing. When he took the tree apart, it must have moved whatever was on top of it. He picked up the 10lb chocolate bar, climbed out the window and went under the porch to pick up the cat.
A funny feeling spread through his heart. At that moment he didn’t care about his own life, only pleasing her.
*****
    She could see Summit approaching Bailey’s porch, his face twisted in a frown. He looked, really sad, like something unimaginable happened. What could be more unimaginable than this? “Catman,” Raven shouted, feeling relieved to know that one family member remained. “Thank you, thank you so much,” she said, scooping up her cat from Summits arms.
    “Okay you take the cat and I will carry this,” Summit grinned.
    Raven thought her heart stopped. “You got that for me?” She almost thought she was going to cry, but happy or not she didn’t have any tears left.
    He seemed almost like he turned to stone. “I didn’t get it for you. We need food,” he snapped. “This is the end of the world, not date night at the drive-in.”
    “Oh.” Raven had that old familiar feeling of being alone.
    Baily and Mia hugged her tightly. “He did get it for you…know that.” Bailey whispered in Ravens ear reminding her that she was never alone. Bailey was her best friend since she moved there from Kentucky over twenty-five years ago. She’d been there for Raven when she lost her loves and the pain of medical school and all those times she cried, because her mother’s words cut her so deep.
     Summit held out the oversized candy bar. “Here, you need to eat something because, I need you.”
Raven flowed into Spanish. She thumped the heel of her hand on her head, repeatedly. Then handed Catman to Schmitty and ripped the food from Summits hand. She remained frustrated and angry, while Bailey and the strange men argued. Finally after a few deep breaths, Raven felt her blood pressure come down a bit. “Okay, now what’s the argument about?” Raven sat down on Bailey’s porch, tearing open a corner of the foil wrap and took a piece of candy.
     “Summit needs you to go to the hospital with him. He says he needs you for something and Schmitty is going to take me and Mia somewhere safe.”
    “Yeah, I am okay with that, I love you Bailey. You are my best friend and I want you and that precious little girl, safe.” Not like her family. She said, popping another piece of chocolate in her mouth.
   “I figured you would say that. But it’s too dark outside.” Bailey subconsciously pulled her daughter closer to her, rubbing the little girls long brown hair.
    “Oh yeah kid, it’s too hard to fight zombies at night.” Raven said with a mouth full of chocolate.
    “I don’t know of anywhere around here to keep you girl’s safe,” Schmitty said. Summit just stood there quiet with his arms folded.
    “I got somewhere. It’s not a permanent solution, but we would be okay for a while, maybe even a few months. Do you remember when I was about 11—my Godfather obsession?”
    “Oh my god, yes, yes I do,” Bailey started snorting. “You kept making everyone an offer they couldn’t refuse.” Bailey stopped laughing. “Oh man, is it still there, the secret place?” Bailey was doing her best to contain a smile.
    “It gets even better, my mom was paranoid.” Raven squealed with delight.
Summit interest seemed peaked, “you mean like a panic room?”
    “No more like an underground panic mansion.”
    “Well let’s go,” Schmitty smiled.
    “There is a downside though.” Raven hung her head, tears rolled from her eyes. “We have to go into my Papi’s study and push a book in the book case in order for it to open.”
    “Oh that’s okay,” Summit said. “We will figure out something else, it’s probably dusty and dangerous, with no food or water, anyway.” He rubbed Raven’s shoulder.
    “No it’s just the opposite. Trust me it’s so worth going in that house.”
Schmitty looked around as darkness closed in on them. “We really don’t have a choice.”
    “Come on, there is electricity, hot water, the whole shebang.”
    “Leave it to the rich to be able to survive a zombie apocalypse,” Summit teased.
    “Mia come on.” Raven placed her hand put for the tot to come by her. Mia ran right to Ravens side without saying a word. This was the quietest the child had ever been. She must have been scared half to death.
    When they reached the front of Raven’s house, she let go of the little girl’s hand. Raven couldn’t do it. “The Great Gatsby, it’s big and green, you can’t miss it, push on it and it will open the bookcase.” Raven stepped back with every word she spoke, shaking her head. She couldn’t see them again, she couldn’t.
    “Raven please,” Bailey, begged. “If not for yourself then for Mia’s sake, please.” Bailey’s eyes flooded with tears.  Summit picked up Mia and headed in.
    “Go Bailey. Be with your daughter.” Raven hugged her, “I love you.”
    Bailey tore away, sobbing.
    I give up, I can’t do this anymore, they were my family. Raven went back to Bailey’s porch to get her chocolate bar. She needed comfort. Her favorite treat always did the trick. She placed her hand on the giant bar and felt it being pulled away and heard those familiar sounds. 
    “I can’t believe you rich people,” Summit said from behind her. “There is even a filled litter box, satin pillow and trough of cat food down there, for the darn cat.” He scooped up Raven in his arms, in the nick of time. She was about to be someone else’s candy bar. “Cover your eyes, baby. I got you, you don’t have to see them, I promise you.”
     She clung to him and kept her eyes shut, until Summit set her down on the marble floor of the underground dwelling. “Did you stock this place?” Summit laughed.
    “No why? Where is everybody?”
    “You ask a lot of questions,” he laughed. Baily is giving Mia a bath and Schmitty found the home theatre.
    “Cool, did you close the book case tight, Summit?”
    “Of course.”
    “Are you sure it’s a little tricky.”
    “I got it, relax and have a candy bar,” he said, showing her a pantry with what had to be like a thousand Hershey bars. “Either they loved you or were planning to keep you down here,” Summit teased.
    “Keep me down here is more like it.” Raven took a candy bar and showed Summit the kitchen. “Help yourself; I know the fridge is full. You want something to eat?” he asked examining the contents of the overstocked fridge. “I am a master scrambled egg maker.”
    “I would love some.”
    He removed the eggs from the fridge and all the other contents he needed in one smooth, almost choreographed, dance. Raven shoved a piece of chocolate in her mouth and stood next to Summit.  
    “Thank you. You know you’re like hero right?” Raven examined his cool eyes, wanting to be lost in them and those lips, she needed those lips. “Why do you care so much, Summit? But most of all since I want to kiss you so bad right now, I have to ask, why are you such a pig headed jackass?”
    He stopped whipping the eggs, placing both his hands on her shoulders. “Because it was me and I am all over the place, right now with guilt.
    “What, was you?”
    “I caused the apocalypse; I am responsible for your family’s death.”
    Raven pulled away. Pain flashed in Summits eyes, kind of like the pain that was penetrating her heart. 
    “First thing in the morning, Summit…I want you gone.”


Tomorrow on “Zombies for Christmas”
There will be sex, lots and lots of sex and someone will die...


If you enjoyed this story you may like Keira Kroft’s other works
Glow in the Dark
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Bad Moon Rising Over Oz
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Zombies for Christmas Part two

Prequel to Summit The Zombie Hunter Series
Coming to Hellfire Publishing in 2012

Prequel- Zombies for Christmas
First installment- New World Order, Coming soon
Second Installment- The World Must End, Coming soon



Zombies for Christmas

                                  By Keira Kroft

Part 2

24 hours earlier...December 23rd
    “Raven Rebecca Ramón, please clean your room,” her mother instructed, half cleaning it herself.
    “What?” Raven huffed. Did she just tell me to clean my room?
    “You never pick up your clothes and we are having the entire family here tomorrow. And I don’t have time to pick up after you, while you go play at that medical center.” She would think the old woman was joking, since she was a resident at one of the leading hospitals in the country. But her mother never joked. Her father was very serious too, that probably came from what he had to go through to get out of the poverty of Mexico and come to the states. He always had his eye on Chicago, so when Raven was shopping around for medical schools, she was instructed that her father would pay for it as long as she stayed in Chicago for her entire career. Seemed like a fair deal at the time, but she really needed her own place.
    “Mom, I am thirty-five years old and—”, she said, feeling proud as she noticed her numerous awards, from medical school on the wall.
    “Aren’t you doctors supposed to be shiny, happy people?”
    “I am Mom, but’s it’s Christmas time,” Raven huffed.
    “Oh, not that old hat again.”
    Her mother’s English was good, but old fashioned, like that of a ninety year old woman. “Old hat? It was last Christmas that my finance died in Iraq,” she snapped. “A brilliant cardiothoracic surgeon, wasted. And you forget that the reason I am a doctor in the first place, is because my high school boyfriend died on my eighteenth Christmas from cancer. So yeah Mom, I get a little testy around the holidays.” She could feel her blood boiling. Her mother was always a cold unfeeling woman, but this was too much! Her mother needed to get the hell out of her room. Raven couldn’t take her nagging again. “Can’t you be proud of me…just once?”
    “You boast enough about yourself, enough for ten people,” her mother said, face turning red with what Raven could only assume was anger.
    “Estefania,” her father scolded from the doorway. “Raven, I am so proud of you and honored that you are my daughter.”
    “Papi,” she clung to her father. “I love you,” she said looking up at him. Then she noticed a mole on his neck peeping under his collar. It was probably caused from the deep tan he used to get years ago when he was migrant worker. Since then, he started his own billion dollar corporation. The sun. Oh no. The sol as her papi called it does cause spots and moles, but it also causes Melanoma.
    “Oh Luis, you know how ungrateful this girl can be, the most spoiled out of the three and the most ungrateful too,” her mother said wiping her hands on her apron.
    Jealousy, she could see it her mother’s eyes. She begrudged her daughter trying to save the world.       
    “You know what Mom?” Raven smiled the biggest smile she could conjure up. She had to be convincing, if she was going to talk her mother into helping her. “I will clean my room. But I need your assistance with something, first.” Raven did her best to seem as easy going and sweet as possible, as to not alarm anyone.
    “You need my help?” her mother smiled, as if they weren’t at each other throats less than a minute ago.
    “Papi, can I talk to Mom alone for a moment?” Raven said calmly, her heart racing a mile a minute.
    “If you promise not to kill each other,” He demanded, pressing a kiss to her head.
    “I promise.” Raven made a sign of a cross on her chest.
    As soon as he was out of sight Raven turned quickly toward her mother. “I need you to talk Papi into going to the hospital with me to get that mole checked out.”
    “What? Why? It’s just a freckle.”
    “I don’t think so.” Raven felt grim.
    “But I’m telling you, if I learned one thing as an Oncologist is that the earlier you can catch something the better the chances to get rid of it and the less evasive the treatment too,” Raven explained.
    “Here you go with your big doctor terms,” her mother scoffed.
    “What big doctor terms?” She learned a long time ago not to use medical terms with her mother. Her father understood them because he studied with Raven every step of the way.
     There was a soft wrap on the partially open door. At the site of her trouble making sister appearing in her doorway, Raven knew her chances of getting her mother to take her father to the hospital were now decreased from 50 percent to zero. Her sister Raquel always sided with and defended their mother. And the little wench actually hated their mother; she was in it for the money.
    “Raquel!” Her mother squealed and placed her arms around Ravens sister, squeezing her tight. The bartender with fake blonde hair was the one she was proud of. Raven herself was pretty Americanized, but her mother and Raquel were downright ashamed of their Mexican heritage. There weren’t even allowed to speak Spanish around their mother. Raven and her brother Raphael learned Spanish from their papi, her sister didn’t know one word.
    “Hey Raquel,” she hugged her sister, quickly. She needed to get down to business. “Raquel, I think we need to take Papi to the hospital.” Raven held her breath.
    “What?” Raquel crinkled her nose as Raven noticed that her sister got yet another boob job, they were twice the size of last year. “Papi! What’s wrong with Papi? I just seen him downstairs and he was fine.”
    “Raven, you don’t need to involve your sister in this.” Her mother scooped her arm around Raquel and walked away.
    “Mom—”
    “Auntie Raven,” the five year old bronze colored angel said, running into her room. “I brought you something.” She loved her brother Raphael’s daughter and his son too. But why was her room turning into a freakin freeway, when she needed a minute with her mother.  Every one must have been starting to arrive for Christmas already.
    “For me?” Raven fluttered her eyelashes.
    “What is it?”
    “You have to guess,” instructed little Estrella, with her arms folded behind her back.
    “Hmmm, is it a Hershey’s chocolate bar?”
    “Yeah, it’s just like the giant one we bought you for Christmas, only this one is way smaller.”
    Raven loved that little girl, because she was so innocent and she had choc-late! She had no idea that she just told Raven what they bought her for Christmas.
    “Ahhh, man, how did you know Auntie Raven?”
    “Because I have a super power and I can sense Chocolate in the room.” Her laughing prompted the little girl too giggle.
    “Thank you so much.”  Raven said, hugging her niece tightly.
    “Where is your daddy?” Raven thought maybe her brother Raphael could help with their mother.
Raven’s mother came back into her bedroom glaring at her.
    “Go find your brother, Miguel and I will be there in a while to play with you.” Raven patted her niece lightly on the behind.
    Estrella skipped out right past Raven’s mother. That kid has it right, just start ignoring her now. Raven thought, but would never say something like that to her mother. Raven opened her chocolate bar, snapping off a piece and put it her mouth. Oh, that’s so good. Raven sighed.
    “You are not ruining our holiday with this nonsense of yours Raven. I won’t allow it.”
Raven new her mother meant it. “But mom, he needs to go to the doctor right away, he can’t wait until after the holidays,” she pleaded, as a very bad feeling settled in the pit of her churning stomach.
    “He is my husband and I say that he can. And if you bother him, you will be kicked out and cut off.” Her face twisted in a scowl.
    “You have always been a cold callous bitch and I am the one who is done. I hate you!” Raven was stunned by the words that flew out of her mouth. But that was it. She was finished with her mother. “I will be here for Christmas and then I am gone forever. But if this is my Papi’s last Christmas, I—”
Her mother raised her hand, slapping Raven across the cheek—hard.
    That was it! Time to leave. Raven rewrapped her Hershey bar and walked out her room, down the long winding staircase and quickly to her father’s study. She never looked back at her mother.
    “Papi, I need to talk to you,”
    “Of course Mija, come in,” he said, placing down Catman, Raven's cat who had been sitting his lap. She could hear him purring all the way in the hall. It was clear that the cat loved Papi, too.     He ran his hand down his neck until he felt it. “Right here, honey?” he asked, tugging on his collar.   
    She sat across from him. The feline rubbed across her legs, prompting her to pet under his chin. “Papi I noticed a mole on your neck.” Raven said, choking back the tears she'd been fighting since she first saw it.
    “This old thing, I have had this for a couple of years.”
    Oh god, her heart sank. If that was cancer, it very well, may be too late. “Papi, it would make me feel so much better if I could do some tests.”
    “Of course. Do I have to go the hospital?” His eyes moistened and he fidgeted as if he was uncomfortable.
    “No it’s okay I can take care of it, right here.” Not that she had a choice. Her mother was already going to be infuriated by Raven even mentioning it to him.
    Her father took off his dress shirt, the t-shirt he had on underneath was perfect. She had a clear shot to his arm and neck. She quickly took a small sliver from his mole and drew some blood. When she had gathered her samples and labeled them, she needed to stop for just a minute to try easing her father’s fears, but she knew her mother would soon find them, so she had to go. “It’s going to be okay, Papi,” she said gently rubbing his arm. “I am just going to run these to the hospital and we should have results by the 26th.”
     As Raven walked out the door, she exhaled sharply. He’s going to be okay. Isn’t he? He has to be…
*****
    The thought of her mother getting her way at Christmas, really irked Raven. She walked over toward her, regret already eating at the lining of her stomach.  “I have packed my things and brought them over to Bailey’s house, where I will stay until I can find a place of my own.”
    Her infuriating mother just ignored her and walked away, as if Raven hadn’t said a thing.
    Raven went into the next room, going over to the crystal whiskey bottle. She thought for sure her mother was going to say something as she poured the amber liquid into the rock glass. It was amazing how quickly that she forgot her mother wasn’t talking to her. Her mom nagged her entire life. But she was already feeling a disconnection and was already missing her mother’s incessant ragging. She looked over to see her mother, who was smiling as she spooned the cranberry sauce into the dish. Raven’s father delicately placed a piece of turkey in her mother’s mouth. “That’s so good.” Raven heard her say.
     What am I doing? Raven thought, placing the drink down. Maybe she was too harsh on her mother. Although moving was probably a great idea, she needed to say that she was sorry. No way could she turn her back on her family. In spite of the many troubles she faced over the years with her mother, she loved her, she loved all of them.
     Choking sounds where heard from the dining room and she swore she heard a scream.
Without hesitation Raven bolted toward the family dinner table to see what the commotion was, surely she could help. Her lips quivered, her knees gave way as her body cascaded to the floor. Her family was not only dead, but they seemed to be rotting. She shook her head. Surely this was all a dream. She found strength from somewhere and got up to feel her mom’s neck…nothing.
    Raven went around the table checking everyone. “Estrella, thank God. You’re okay.” Her eyes were blood shot and her skin looked disgusting. Raven jumped, her hand clutching the rosary on her chest. She silently prayed. One by one, they all awoke, growling like hungry animals. Raven could see that something wasn’t right. Her heart ached, her hands shook, her lip still trembling, she wasn’t sure what she felt. Suddenly she sensed the heat of anger on her face; she thought her blood was going to boil. Why! Why would this happen, Oh god…the children! No, not my papi, not my brother, my niece and nephew. None of them. Not my family! Tears flooded from her eyes and her heart pounded. 
    She ripped the table cloth from the table letting the plate’s crash to the floor, the turkey rolled across the dining room. Her family fought each other and ravaged the turkey carcass. Ironically, it was almost like they usually were with each other. Raven was losing her mind, she took dish after dish and threw them at the wall, she screamed and thrashed. Nothing made her feel better, in fact she felt worse...scared and alone. The last thing I said to my mother is I hate you…
    I hate you. She felt a hand on her shoulder; she saw her mother’s gigantic pear shaped wedding ring. “I love you Mom,” she whispered, and ran…

Tomorrow on Zombies for Christmas
Find out what happened to Raven, Bailey, Summit and a five year old Mia, who were last seen trapped by zombies with no way out. There only comfort—singing Christmas carols.

If you enjoyed this story you may like Keira Kroft’s other works
Glow in the Dark
http://www.decadentpublishing.com/
Bad Moon Rising Over Oz
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66466
Coming soon, Inamorata

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Monday, November 28, 2011

Zombies for Christmas

Prequel to Summit Zombie Hunter Series
                          Coming to Hellfire Publishing in 2012

                           
                            Prequel- Zombies for Christmas

                         First installment- New World Order
                      Second Installment- The World Must End




Zombies for Christmas
By Keira Kroft
     The floor creaked. Raven’s eyes closed, her breath caught in her chest. This was not happening, it just couldn’t be. Her entire family gathered at her parent’s home for Christmas Eve dinner. Papi was carving the turkey, stealing a piece as usual, Momi was dishing out cranberry sauce, and then everyone turned into zombies. Freakin’, flesh eating mutants. She was asleep, she had to be. This had to be a bad dream. Her thoughts ran rampant, trying to digest what was truly happening. Thank god, Bailey was late. She’s my best friend. I couldn’t take it if anything happened to her or her little girl. Oh god, Mia…Mia has to be okay, she’s only four. The contemplating in her mind had to stop…right now. Raven was aware that her family was gone—her entire family. But she couldn’t allow her mind to go there. If it did, she would surely break.
     Raven turned very slowly. Their eyes were on her, she could feel it, they snarled and moaned like hungry, wild, blood thirsty animals and they were right behind her, even the children. What could she do, let them eat her? Perhaps she should.
     Why should I be the only human left in the house, maybe in the world? Raven thought, as they closed in on her. She wanted to die. It was the eve before a holiday that her catholic family took very seriously. It was all about giving and the Christmas spirit. She did her very best to keep her will to fight at bay, but couldn’t. But, her survival instincts kicked in, she found herself wanting to fight, needing to. She didn’t know how, It’s not like she was ever trapped by zombies before.
     Wait. I have been trapped before, Raven remembered the junkie in the ER that had her cornered once. She had to hit him in the head to finally bring him down. Maybe ‘they’ were the same, like in the movies. Of course there was not a damn thing she could use in the storage room she holed herself in. Raven was screwed, of all the rooms in the Evanston Mansion she could go into, she picked the one with no windows and not one weapon. A faux fur coat and Dean Martin albums weren’t going to cut it.
     Suddenly a loud clatter came from the living room. Maybe it’s a freakin’ Zombie Santa Claus. They dragged their rotting bodies to the living room. She followed slowly, it was the damn cat, he knocked down the tree. Glass bulbs crashed to the ground. “Catman, come here,” Raven whispered and made soft noises. He was toast, she had to do something…the large sized black and white feline was her baby.
     Noise. They responded to noise, she ran in the kitchen. Fumbled around for her keys, she always threw them on the counter. Where are my goddamn keys…shit! Her heart pounded, her hands shook and stomach churned. Raven did her very best to not think about her kitty’s impending doom, but that was all she could think about in that moment.
     At the sounds of Catman hissing, Raven closed her eyes. “Think!” Where are your keys? “Screw it,” she yelled aloud, grabbing a dish towel out of the kitchen drawer. She ran over to the other side of the kitchen, her heart beating a mile a minute. Then she tipped over the metal cabinet where her mother kept the pans, creating a rather loud diversion for her kin, then she bolted out the back door and around to the front. Winding the towel tightly around her hand, she drew her balled hand back and pounded her fist into the window, making it through on the first try. See I knew the Tae Bo was working. Her mind was doing everything but concentrating on the situation she was in.
     The white cloth that was intended to protect her was turning bright red and blood dripped everywhere. “Oh my god. What if they smell my blood?” Raven said a little too loud.
     “Their zombies not vampires. Why are you trying to get in their anyway.” A fireman, asked from behind her.
     “My damn cat. Wait! Isn’t that what Fireman do? Could you get him?”
     He shook his head. “No I am not going in there, no way no how. Not to mention you just broke a window. Those fuckers are way faster than you would think.” He said, carefully placing the ax on his shoulder that he’d been gripping tight.
     “Okay, I understand.” Maybe it was the situation she was in or the loneliness, but she couldn’t help but notice how attractive the fireman was. But what a pendejo. He wouldn’t even help her. Isn’t that his job? She didn’t get to pick and choose whose life she saved in the ER, she had a job to do and she always did it. He seemed strange anyway; a trained firefighter knows that you don’t put a weapon on your shoulder, no matter how carefully it’s done.
     “Let’s go, I will take you somewhere safe and get that arm looked at.”
     When the very handsome stranger turned his back to walk away, Raven jumped in the window. She hesitated too long talking to the faux fireman. Indeed breaking the glass did attract her entire family to the living room. Catman was hovered in a corner, shaking, his body half up, clinging to the wall. His meows sounded like a newborn baby crying, followed by the occasional hiss.
     Taking a deep breath, she grabbed him and headed toward the window…too late. Her ravenous mother was standing right in front of her. She recognized her mom because she still had on her yellow apron. And her hair, even though it was filthy looking, you could still see her blonde highlights.
     “Momi why!” Raven cried, holding the cat tightly.
     “Because she doesn’t know you…anymore,” said the uninformed man, as he was chopping the heads off her family members. After they were all dead—again, Raven put Catman down and fell to her knees—tears, and blood still dripping from her arm hit the floor.
     Her savoir gently pulled her up. “Get your cat. We have to go, there are others.”
     Raven squeezed her head with her fists, like that was going to stop the pounding in her head or the tightening in her chest. “Who are you? How did you know they were Zombies before you even seen them.” Questions whirled in her mind.
     “I am looking for Dr. Raven Ramón. Please tell me that you are her.” He seemed so in control a few minutes ago, but now, his hands shook and fear darkened his emerald green eyes. “I understand you are working on a cure for cancer.”
     “Yes I am her and I am working on a cure.” she peeped. “But who isn’t.”
     He put out his hand, “Michael Summit, but you can call me Summit.”
     Was he kidding? You can call me Summit? She wasn’t going to be calling him anything, she didn’t know him and had no clue as to what was going on—apparently he did.
     “Wait! Are you Doctor Summit the world famous scient—” her words were cut short by the sound of woman screaming, she sounded horrified.  Bailey.
     “Raven! Help me! Please help me,” Baily cried. “There are these creatures in my house and Mia is trapped. Please help me!”
     Bolting straight next door and directly into Mia’s closet, she pulled the tot out of the hiding place and into her arms. “It’s okay, Momi, Raven has you,” She smoothed Mia’s hair and planted a soft kiss to her hair. Then quickly moved toward the exit, where she was stopped short by Bailey and that Summit guy, who was looking around, wildly, his head snapping back and forth. He herded them into the kitchen. That wasn’t a good idea; the kitchen was infested with those creatures, dining on Baileys, Parrots. They backed out of the kitchen. The only sound they heard was that now familiar ravenous growl. There must have been twenty of them in the house. Where the fuck did they come from? Baily and Mia lived alone.
     “Oh shit, we are surrounded.” Summit snapped.
     “So use your ax. You cut through my family like a steak knife to butter.” Raven rolled her eyes.
     “I didn’t bring it,” he whispered.
     “What”…was the only word she spoke that Bailey and Summit would be able to understand, since Bailey was from Kentucky and Summit had an English accent. When Raven was upset, Spanish would flow out of her mouth, uncontrollably. She yanked the rosary from her neck, placing it in Bailey’s hand, squeezing her fingers closed around it.
     Raven held on tightly to Baily and Mia, this was it, this was how it was all going to end. It took every ounce of strength she had just to accomplish the task of standing. Fear was impeding her will to stand, sheer terror and fear churned in the form of acid in her stomach, making her nauseous. 
     Summit just stood there—stunned—helpless. He seemed brave, though. Raven felt a flutter in her heart, an awakening that she’d never felt before. She would have liked the chance to know him better.
     Having to be strong for Mia, Raven started singing Christmas carols, prompting Bailey and Summit to join in to keep the little girl as calm as possible. The one thing worse than death itself, is knowing that it’s coming. Raven sucked back her tears and continued to sing as Mia joined in.
     We wish you a merry Christmas,
     We wish you a merry Christmas,
     We wish you a merry Christmas and happy new…


In the next segment of Zombies for Christmas
Twenty four hours earlier, Raven says something to her mother that she may regret for the rest of her life, her estranged sister showed up as she only did on Holiday’s causing problems as usual and Raven fears that her Papi has cancer.



If you enjoyed this story you may like Keira Kroft’s other works
Glow in the Dark
http://www.decadentpublishing.com/
Bad Moon Rising Over Oz
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66466
Coming soon, Inamorata

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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Writer to Writer

Interview between Keira Kroft and Destiny West

Hello, welcome to Writer to Writer Wednesday, we are so very glad to have you with us.    

The Hellfire Herald would like to extend a warm welcome to Destiny West



How are you doing today?

Excited, slightly delirious (or maybe that is tipsy) over all- wonderful. Thanks for having me Keira.

Keira: You have a story coming out soon though Horrotica which is part of Dark Myth Publications entitled Lamia – The Awakening
What is that about?

 Destiny: Lamia – The Awakening is a dark sexy vampire tale about a female vampire called Lamia. It is a blood soaked story of lust, death and depravity. Vampires in the true sense, raw, obsessed and fuelled with a desire for our demise.
Keira: What made you choose that title?

Destiny: I have such a passion for classic English Poetry and Literature and one of my favorite poets is John Keats. I fell in love with his poem Lamia and then really took an interest in the whole mythology of both Lamia and Lilith. It only seemed natural that the book be titled Lamia and then The Awakening because it best describes Lamia’s journey.

Keira: Where did the idea for your story come from?

Destiny: I’ve been obsessed with vampires since I saw my first Hammer Horror Film as a child of 5 and fell completely in adoration of Peter Cushing, so it was only natural that my first novel be of the vampire genre. I’d been living in the UK and came home to Australia and wanted to write a horrific love story that embodied all my emotion and love for my partner at the time, I also wanted to strip back vampires to a raw and primitive state and demolish all Hollywood myth and legends. So I took myself and my lover and spun a fictional story around characters that embodied both of us on so many levels. In a way writing it gave proof of our existence and immortalized that forever.

Keira: Please share a particular detail about one of characters, please.

Destiny: Andrew is a vampire that the main character Lamia has a brief encounter with at a donor/vampire club. He is everything a vampire should be, incredibly sexy and very dangerous and extremely important in the whole web that is Lamia – The Awakening, though you might not realize that at first.

Keira: Please tell us about any future projects you are planning.

Destiny: I am currently working on three novels, one of them being a continuation of Lamia – The Awakening where we will get to know the character Andrew in more detail. I also hope to dabble in horror films and am currently plotting a very scary horror film set here in Australia. I think the horror industry is really untapped and our landscapes and isolation really evoke a need in me to express that more in film. I am also working on another vampire novel that no doubt will unleash some controversy.

Keira: How many books have you written?

Destiny: “Lamia – The Awakening” is my first novel, though I have been published numerous times in anthologies and magazines.

Keira: We have a special place for unpublished writers in our hearts, here at the Hellfire Herald. So what advice would you give to an unpublished writer?

Destiny: I think the main thing to remember is not to lose your passion, if you are writing because you think you are going to earn loads of money then you are not doing it for the right reason, but good luck nevertheless. Get your writing out there as much as possible, submit to lots of magazines and websites and take rejections with a grain of salt and move on. We all get rejection letters and you can’t let them subdue your passion or ambition.

Let’s get personal…

Keira: What’s your favorite thing to do?

Destiny: Besides writing? I love baking, but my favorite thing to do is of course – sex. Not just sex, but kinky sex, whips, chains…

Keira: Are you a reader?

Destiny: Yes I love reading. Richard Laymon is my favorite writer. I also love biographies and books on the supernatural and mythology and of course classic English Poetry.

Keira: Do you have a special writing method?

Destiny: I try not to force it; I find I have days when I can write for hours and hours and then other days where not a single word will make it onto the paper. Writing for me is like channeling. I know it sounds weird, but sometimes I feel like I am just the vehicle, especially when my writing is at its most fluid. I also prefer to write by hand at first and then transfer onto the computer. I wrote my novel by hand in two weeks. I am so passionate about the true form of the written word, plus having paper in your hands is so uniquely satisfying.

Keira: What do you wear, to write?

Destiny: The blood of the innocent. Seriously I only ever wear black unless I’m naked.

Keira: Can you share your blurb with us?

Abandoned shortly after birth into the care of an English Holy Order, Lamia was a feared and hated child, a Nihilistic heretic that despised authority and convention. Finally rescued by her uncle and benefactor the Machiavellian Charon, she is introduced into fashionable eighteenth century London Society. 
All seemed well until Lamia was seduced by Charon and becomes embroiled in an opium-fueled double life of swirling decadence and orgiastic blood rituals.
It soon becomes apparent that Lamia is very different than those around her--she is a vampire, the deadly descendant of an ancient family line. Hardened by the underworld of sexual vice, snuff movies and ritualistic killings, Lamia's darkening world starts spiraling in on itself.

Set over three centuries and up to the present day "Lamia --The Awakening" is an insatiable craving of blood that poses the question--Do vampires
really exist?



You can find Destiny West at: www.destinywest.com.au

You can find Lamia – The Awakening at:

http://darkmythproductions.com/mythmart/lamia_theawakening.html and at Amazon and Borders 2 weeks into November.



Keira Kroft
www.keirakroft.com







Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Happy Holidays from Hellfire Publishing


Hellfire Publishing will be featuring four holiday stories for you to enjoy for free for the holidays over the next four weeks, right here on the Herald.

 Quick glance

November 28, 2011- December 3- Zombies for Christmas, the prequel to Summit the Zombie Hunter series, by Keira Kroft

December 5-10- Silver Bells and Zombie Tales, by Robin Renee Ray

December 12-17- Bloody Christmas the prequel to Superstition Mountain, By Stacy Thompson- Geer.

December 19-24 Santa's Claws, by Tim Heffernan

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Zombies for Christmas, is the prequel to Summit the Zombie Hunter series.

Doctor Raven Ramón lives a simple life as an oncology resident at The University of Chicago Medical Center. Having no time for a social life, she spends her free time holed up in her bedroom at her folks place, knee deep in medical text books. Raven is grateful and excited to have Christmas Eve off and able to spend it with her entire family until they get started on dinner without her…



One by one, they slump over the table—dead. Raven had heard of this kind of thing happening before on the dreadful news. Entire families dying from tainted food happened way more than the average person realized, but the reality was far more excruciating than Raven could have ever imagined… Worse than that, they come back to life as flesh eating zombies.



Raven is about to be Christmas dinner when she is saved by a mysterious stranger named Summit. He informs her that world is about to end and he is the only that can save it and he could sure use her help.



December 5-10- Silver Bells and Zombie Tales by Robin Renee Ray

Kendal’s childhood was the furthest from normal that a person could get. The dreams of his past— haunted him, compelling him to go back to the roots that he had fled from when he was still a teen. Now with a family of his own, he had to know the truth, the very thing that he did not want to hear…or see.



Was the site of his deceased grandfather walking the fields around the farm that cold winters night a nightmare, or real? Kendal will soon find out.



December 12-17- Bloody Christmas the prequel to Superstition Mountain, By Stacy Thompson- Geer.


 1880's Arizona Christmas. Christmas trees, Presents, happy times together and Vampires. When Vampires take over the small town of Freedom Arizona, Maggie is sent to take care of the problem. She's expecting Vampires hell bent on killing everyone, but there's one thing she's not expecting and it could change the way she hunts forever.


December 19-24 Santa's Claws, by Tim Heffernan



Little Billy believes in Santa Claus. In fact he believes so strongly on Christmas Eve he hides and waits for Santa but when he finally meets him he discovers his parents didn't tell him everything about Santa. He doesn't recall in any of their tales of Santa carrying a trident....



Come back tomorrow for My Interview with Destiny West...I know you are busy for the holidays, but this Interview is not to be missed, Destiny is awesome you will love her!