Vampzompocalypse

by Robin Reed

Vampzompocalypse - Robin Reed
Editions:Paperback - First Edition: $ 14.99 USD
ISBN: 0989924815
Size: 5.00 x 8.00 in
Pages: 249
Kindle - First Edition: $ 2.99 USD
ISBN: B082VGVRL9

Vampires Éduard and Larthia just want to live the good life in West Hollywood. When the Halloween street festival turns into a feast for zombies, they try to find a way to return civilization to normal. With their friends Lazarko the Russian werewolf and Gary the Gay Ghost, they travel through an apocalyptic Los Angeles, meeting trolls, fairies, pixies, a famous movie director, and an angry god or two. Can they unite the supernatural creatures of L.A. against the undead horde?

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Word Count: 56,300
Setting: Modern Los Angeles
Languages Available: English
Excerpt:

“Are you sure, Gary?” Éduard turned to face the ghost. So did the werewolf, who did not seem happy to see him.

“Sure.” Gary was translucent, a little hard to see in the dark of the night, but clear enough that Éduard could make out his bare chest under a vest, and tight pants. His hair was cut very short. “It’s all over the news,” he said. “Straight up Romero zombies, Night of the Living Dead standard issue.”

“But they're not real,” Éduard objected.

“They are now.”

“Fast zombies or slow zombies?” Lazarko asked.

Gary rolled his eyes. “I said Night of the Living Dead, wolfman.”

“I like fast. You can run away from slow ones, easy.”

“Are we really going to have this conversation?” Éduard asked. “With real ones down there eating people?”

“I just say, slow is no good.”

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“But they’re everywhere, Lazarko. No matter how far you run, there are more there.”

“I can run very far, especially as wolf. No one eat my brains.”

“Okay, okay. What are we going to do now?” Éduard said.

“The brains thing is from Return of the Living Dead,” Gary said. “John Russo, Romero’s co-writer on ‘Night’ had the right to make sequels so he started his own series.”

“Gary!” Eduard said. “I want to get home and see if Larthia is safe.”

“Sorry.” The ghost looked embarrassed, or as embarrassed as a ghost can look.

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About the Author

Robin Reed writes science fiction and humor as herself, and horror and thrillers as Robin Morris. She dwells in the desert near Los Angeles, where she hides in a cave that is sometimes called a condo. Her two familiars demand petting and food daily.


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