Category: Kingsboro Journal

I am at a good pace on City of Zombies.  Looks like 300 to 500 words per post but its only one a week.  I would like to increase the number of posts.  I would like to pass 70,000 words by the end of the year

The first of my new blogs starting right now.  I need to write some new poetry.  I haven’t done it in over a decade.  I have no idea how to start.. What to start with? 

uMmmm..ummm… my youngest daughter sings as she plays with our small dog.  Two creatures so different but so connected.  It interesting how important dogs have become in our life and how passionate we are about them.  Question, do we ever judge them because they are not loyal?  No religious enough.  Do we get mad because they do believe the same as us?  They can’t talk to us but many times we can’t talk to each other.  Have you ever tried to speak to someone who knows you only a little and explain an opinion?  An experience?  I’ve explained many things to my older dog, a boxer.  I tell him things knowing he will not respond.  I know he may not understand me but I just enjoy speaking to him.  Seeing that compassion within his eyes.  Knowing that this creature, not religious, not human will never.. ever let me down.  He cares about me and I care about him.  A loyal companion, now bring this back to humans.  I understand that people are passionate about things.  I am passionate about things but why can’t we be compassionate at the same time.  Instead of laying tracks over everyone and running a train through any dreams that are not similar we could maneuver.. anyways that’s my thought

Making this my personal blog.  I’m going to re-target my posts to be more personal.  I have The City of Zombies to post my stories on and if I can put together something good for the Train story I’m going to create another blog for that.  I’m hoping to build a readership that enjoys and shares my enthusiasm for telling a story.

Zombie suicide can be done in many ways.  Erik decided he was going to fight to the death.  He paid the guards outside of Kingsboro a thousand dollars each and drove through the barricade.  Inside his old Mustang sat a 12-pack of beer, a stack of hooked chains and a baseball bat his father had given him in 1978.  He tore open the box that held the beer and opened the first can.  The infected zone was a mile ahead of him and he figured he could get in 2 to 3 beers before he met his first zombie.  He drank not because it was his last day on earth but because the beer soothed him.

Erik’s situation was not unique, alcoholism shot up after the infection began in Kingsboro.  The feeling of dread got most but Erik’s alcoholism started a long time ago.  His family had long since abandoned him, well except for his father.  His father stood behind him until his death nearly a week ago.  The final straw that tore the sanity from Erik’s long wavering psyche.

The infection raced through Kingsboro two months ago.  It started at a research office park then spread to the hospital.  Once at the hospital the infection spread though out the death and destruction that it brought.  The victims fell then rose minutes later.  The zombie infection was quick and took over the small city within a week.  The Federal government set up the parameter in a successful attempt to contain it.  The suicides began almost immediately.  A few federal guards with a need for cash made it a booming black market business.  The cause of the infection was never discovered but Erik was going to stumble into something he and the rest of the world would never forget.

The brakes of the train screamed as the conductor pressed forward on the valve turning on the air brakes. He pressed against the side of the metal cab as the friction from the brakes attempted to hold the train from moving forward. His presence in this world solidified by his effort to stop the train. Above his head and swinging wildly was a thin leather strap attached to the train whistle. The conductor captured the strap and pulled. From above the train the whistle whined loudly. The 130 decibel alarm clock shook the engineer sitting within his car. The chains restraining the sunken man, head down upon his chest, clanged loudly as they expanded to fill the floor of the car. Two large reptilian wings burst from behind him only to be restrained by the small width of the car. A tail grew from beneath him and mingled with the chains as the engineer looked up. His eyes red as flames and his face straining to hold off the conversion. Scales began to slip from his skin and fold upon each other till no resemblance of human skin remained. He then screamed as the pain overcame him and his face and head extended forward and back. When it was finished the engineer pushed out a ball of flame which engulfed the top corner of the car. He then stood, his height increased three-fold. His elongated neck and shoulders pressed against the top of the car. Another breath and the rear ceiling of the car was cindered oak strips. The engineer crawled forward on his new formed reptilian legs and jumped upward through the weakened ceiling strips into the darkness of the world above.

The darkness pressed upon the stranger as he stared upward at the thin strips of light from the moon. The train car rattled loudly and chills danced from the tips of his fingers to the back of his shoulders. The stranger listened to whispers that passed through his ears. The whispers spoke of love lost, love found and life taken but the stranger could see nothing. The physical necessity to his sense of sight and hearing was missing. That was until something thumped upon the top of the car. The light skittered around several objects which began to move above. Then within seconds a large hole was torn from the top of the car. The moonlight fell through to the car floor. Silver forms appeared but quickly disappeared into the darkness. The chill from the strangers shoulders fell downward covering his back, arms and hands. He was paralyzed with fear from the overwhelming invasion of his senses. From the roof of the car the hole was ripped wider till it was wide enough for two men to jump through but it wasn’t a man that sank into the car. From the moonlight the stranger could trace the framework of a large bird. It’s two large feet curled with several large knuckles on three toes. Upon the toes were large triangular claws.

— leaving it here so I have somewhere to start from later. I don’t know what it is about this site but it makes me write awesome stuff.. 🙂