This week I hit a huge and exciting milestone. Dead Aware: A Zombie Journey hit #1 bestseller in one of its categories on Amazon! I am so insanely excited about this and can’t believe the show of love I’ve received from all of you, my readers.
This has also given me a huge burst of inspiration on book 2, which I still don’t have a title for yet (I’m bad, I know!) which is on its last words before the first draft is finished. With a bit of luck and a lot of work, it will be ready for release in November.
Since I am so excited about how well book 1 is doing, and how great book 2 is going to be, here is a little excerpt from the first chapter of Dead Aware 2, which is going to pick up seven years after the start of the FIRE virus. For those of you who have read book 1, you’ll know what Clara’s condition was and how exciting times must be seven years later 😉
Dead Aware 2 Teaser
Joan stared down into the still puddle, admiring the pale glow of her skin in the early morning light. The light ripples on the surface make it difficult to distinguish her features, but the pale skin and eyes are not to be mistaken. The mark of the infected. Not that Joan truly understood what that meant. She had never seen someone who didn’t look like her and, in fact, had never met anyone apart from her parents.
Her parents had never kept mirrors around, so whenever she had an opportunity to see her reflection she was fascinated. She knew her parents had similar features, similar colouring. She once asked what they looked like before the infection, but all her father told her was that her mother was now more beautiful than ever. Unlike both of her parents, she was born looking this way. Joan had never experienced the brain damage caused by the FIRE virus and, consequently, her mother teased that she was the smartest (and cutest) zombie around. Usually when she said this, her father would tighten his mouth and tell her not to call them zombies. Joan also didn’t really know what that meant, but knew it was a word that her father didn’t like.
Joan would ask her parents about their life before the virus, for clues and details of what the outside world was like, but usually her dad would close up and not say anything. Her mom would occasionally give her small glimpses, little memories and tidbits. Never anything important though. Nothing truly interesting to her six year old mind. Despite her interest and longing for the outside world, Joan loved her parents. She loved the ocean and the forest. She also loved to explore and see new things. None of them could ever have anticipated that this curiosity and desire to explore would trigger the events that would change all their lives forever.