The Zombies of Lake Woebegotten
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: B00F6IO1GA
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The town of Lake Woebegotton, MN is a small town, filled with ordinary (yet above average) people, leading ordinary lives. Ordinary, that is, until the dead start coming back to life, with the intent to feast upon the living! Now this small town of above average citizens must overcome their petty rivalries and hidden secrets in order to survive an onslaught of the dead.
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the dead nearest the bombs, and turning the remainder into smoking gobbets of flying flesh. Daniel’s last thought was probably supposed to be “Blessed are the meek,” but in the voice he heard inside his head it sounded more like, “Blessed are the meat,” and what exactly his brain meant by that, who can say? Daniel was right near second base. He pretty much became vapor. He would have been glad to know he didn’t contribute overmuch to the mess. “It actually smells kind of good,” Stevie Ray
Matthew, the brother on the left, and his head pretty much disappeared, replaced by a reddish mist, though bits of bone and brain pattered off the wall, and, more disturbingly, off his own brother. The now-headless body fell straight to the floor like a dropped sail. Gunther spoke, quite conversationally, saying, “Harry said to fire at Will, but you shot Matthew instead. Can’t you tell them apart? Will’s the one in the plastic apron.” Harry lifted his spaceman gun to his shoulder, sighted on
points, it was never so tight he had to turn sideways. No one knew when or why this tunnel had been carved, though there were plenty of theories bandied about by the few who knew of its existence, notably: secret interdenominational love affairs; ill-fated attempts at smuggling liquor; a guy getting bored halfway through digging out a basement and wandering off; and a well-meaning but unworldly minister deciding to take part in the Underground Railroad for runaway slaves despite Lake Woebegotten
fragile arrangement was still working. “So go do your job.” “It’s good to have a purpose,” Mr. Levitt said. “See you tonight with my bounty.” That night, Mr. Levitt returned with only three heads. “The rest are who knows where, off in two dozen different directions for all I know. We’ll find them in time, I’m sure. Let’s hope it’s me who finds them and not one of the patrols—they’re apt to end up a bunch of Interfaith Zombie Chow if they’re not careful.” He tossed the heads into the freezer
him across the face with her pipe wrench, but instead she just returned his stare, and he cleared his throat. “Be that as it may. Dolph and Julie went to get a backhoe from the elementary school construction site so they could dig a grave with it, though they’ve been gone a while now, and anyway, I was staying with the body, it’s a Jewish rule, that the body not be left unattended—” Jewish? Who the heck was Jewish? Eileen supposed she’d probably met Jews, once or twice, though she couldn’t have
