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    Rage
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    Rage
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    Rage

    By Lee Pletzers

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    On the night of the zombie outbreak, John and his wife, Sally, faced a challenge they never imagined when the corpse of their daughter awoke.

    Several months later, John and Sally find refuge, however in an act of kindness, John is bitten by a newly infected comrade. Now he is a prisoner in the camp where he once found refuge with his wife.

    But John is immune. One in a billion. The camp wants him dead.

    John runs.

    Captured by a crazed scientist, he is given genetically modified zombie blood, making him something more than human, making him primordial, making him...RAGE.

    A thinking, calculating, change-at-will...monstrosity; with only one goal: to find his wife.

     

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWritersltd
    Release dateDec 30, 2021
    ISBN9798201823481
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      Rage - Lee Pletzers

      NOTE: This tale was written tweet by tweet from October 28th until Feb 10th. It was a flash-fiction piece penned (tweeted) only for the Twitterverse. Nothing was prewritten and though I didn’t intend to write a zombie story, they just kind-of popped up on the screen. The characters demanded a formable challenge, so I kept the zombies, added loss, pain, a crazy scientist with a pet zombie and a character driven by...rage—an emotion so powerful it takes full control of him. 

      Special thanks to Doree Anne of ZOMBIESEATPEOPLE.NET for her editing expertise.  A shout out goes to Aline S. Iniestra for her comments on my many tweets.

      Discover more by Lee Pletzers at http://thriller.nz // Twitter ID: @threeand10

      Another note: At the end of the book is an article I wrote called How Twitter Saved My Writing Life and this article is the result of the story you just enjoyed.

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      It happened suddenly. Hell filled up, and the dead spewed onto the streets. Sewer lids shot into the air. Subway gates collapsed. Burglar alarms blared. Car alarms screamed. Seventy percent of the world died that night.

      Sally and I survived. Sometimes I wish we hadn’t. Skyler didn’t. She was only three. I used to think I was a kind, loving guy, able to take a punch easily but unable to deliver one. I was just an average Joe who worked with computers. But since that night...only rage fills my heart now. That rage has served me well. I’ve crushed heads with leather-gloved hands. Workman gloves. My father’s old, worn, leather, construction gloves.

      It took a month to move out of our home. Sometimes like this cold, rainy night, I wonder if it was the right choice. Right or wrong, it didn’t matter. We have to focus on the here and now. John, there’s a house up ahead. 

      It was hard to see, but Sally had better eyes than I did. I took a few moments to locate the dark form in the night. It took the shape of Southern Homesteads you see in the old black and white movies. It was large. We moved slowly closer. Overly cautious of our movements we listened closely for any sounds.

      The night was silent. Still. No frogs croaked, no insects buzzed. Putting a hand on Sally’s shoulder, she halted. Something was not right. Somewhere close a twig snapped. We squatted down, backs against a large tree. Doing our best to hide. We were both armed but short on ammo. I put on my gloves. Sally gave me that worried look she only uses when the gloves go on. Positioning the glove over my bandaged hand proved painful, but I wasn’t facing the undead with only one hand protected.

      Behind us, I heard shuffling on the moist forest floor. The sound came closer with each rapid jack-hammering heartbeat. I swallowed a lump stuck in my throat. Sally gave my hand a squeeze. She had her .38 at the ready. Shaking my head, I indicated ‘only one’. It must have staggered away from the group. One was one too many. They usually travel in packs. It was a numbers game. In groups, they kept coming and coming. Sooner or later, they win. But not today. No way. This fucker was going down and it ain’t getting up.

      I nodded to Sally. The thing was almost upon us. Jumping to my feet, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I jumped from behind the tree fists raised and came face to face with a Glock. Momentarily stunned, I dropped my fists. People. Real, live, breathing people. We had seen no one normal in weeks except those crazy fuckers in the 4X4.

      Pain sudden and overwhelming ripped through my head and neck. I dropped to the ground. There were two men now. One held a police truncheon and grinned as my vision blurred. These were not nice guys. Darkness slowly took hold of me and I hoped they hadn’t found Sally.

      I woke up in a dark room with a splitting headache. The hard wood floor was cold against my back and a groan escaped as I rolled onto my stomach and then onto my hands and knees. Somewhere in the dark room, someone else groaned. It wasn’t Sally. This was a deep, primal groan of pain and possibly hunger. I was on my feet quickly. A wave of dizziness washed over me but I stayed on my feet and attempted to will my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It didn’t seem to work. I could hear raspy breathing coming from my left. With it so dark, I didn’t want to move a single step.

      Chains rattled, feet scraped across the wooden floor in my direction. Still, I did not move. The chains stopped and an incredible stench washed over me. Inches away I could make out the vague shape of a deformed skull. Dark shades of gray wriggled and danced off cheekbones and chin. Even in the blackness of this room, I knew it could only be skin—rotted and peeling.

      My breath caught and my bladder released a fear induced tiny squirt. I’ve been up close and personal with them and they still scare the piss out of me.

      Why the fuck would someone chain one in their house? That takes balls and, or, stupidly. I took two steps back in case the chain slipped. I didn’t know what was behind me, so two steps were enough.

      The dizziness was a distant memory. All my senses were on high alert. Fear of something lurking behind me, kept me glued to the spot. The only sound, besides my heart beating a drum behind my ears, were the strained sounds of the zombie’s raspy breath and its strained grunts as it battled the chains keeping it from me. It must be in a frenzy knowing fresh warm meat was

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