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  CLAWS OF DOOM

  Introduction

  BOOK 1

  The Zombie Chronicles

  By Chrissy Peebles

  Val was bitten by a zombie and now she’s scheduled for lethal injection. Breaking all the rules, eighteen year old, Dean Walters snags an experimental serum. But it can’t be tested until Val turns into a zombie: something authorities won’t allow. Her execution is scheduled to happen before transformation is complete, giving Dean only hours to break her out. When their helicopter crashes straight into the heart of Zombie Land, his rescue mission becomes a fight for survival…and giving up on Val is NOT an option.

  BOOK 2

  Vulgarian Vamp

  Wendy Darlin Tomb Raider series

  By Barbara Silkstone

  You are cordially invited to the destination wedding of Wendy Darlin Tomb Raider and Doctor Roger Jolley, world-renowned archaeologist to be held at the Van Helsing Resort and Spa in Loutish, Vulgaria. In lieu of wedding gifts please bring whole garlic buds. The ceremony will begin once the forty bloodless monks are contained in Carfax Abbey. This is the fifth book in the Wendy Darlin Tomb Raider series.

  BOOK 3

  Phantom Bigfoot Strikes Again

  By Simon Okill

  Teen, Duane Dexter, is a shape-shifter, altered by aliens to become Guardian of the forest and protector of Bigfoot. But there's trouble afoot when the abduction of his friend by a playful Bigfoot, attracts the attention of the FBI.

  British author, Simon Okill, writes paranormal horror fantasy for teens (Phantom Bigfoot Series) and adults (Luna Series). His new release Murder Most Deadly is due momentarily. Keep a look out!

  BOOK 4

  Seventh Mark (Part 1)

  By W.J. May

  Like most teenagers, Rouge is trying to figure out who she is and what she wants to be. With little knowledge about her past, she has questions but has never tried to find the answers. Everything changes when she befriends a strangely intoxicating family. Siblings Grace and Michael, appear to have secrets which seem connected to Rouge. Her hunch is confirmed when a horrible incident occurs at an outdoor party. Rouge may be the only one who can find the answer.

  An ancient journal, a Sioghra necklace and a special mark force life-altering decisions for a girl who grew up unprepared to fight for her life or others.

  All secrets have a cost and Rouge’s determination to find the truth can only lead to trouble…or something even more sinister.

  *WARNING: There are werewolves in this story… and they are not friendly*

  BOOK 5

  SCEPTER

  By Scott L. Collins

  Daniel and Aidan have spent their lives apart from the rest of the kingdom of Castiglias and its subjects. For the last three years, they have been left with only each other for company since King Argyle's men came and took their parents to be slaves. The boys' survival has been dependent on the lessons learned from their parents, as well as their own unique powers.

  Fleeing the only home they have ever known, they must avoid Argyle's men, werewolves, and a fire-breathing dragon looking for an easy meal.

  What begins as a fight to save one boy unexpectedly turns into a battle against the evil forces of Argyle, a war that may affect the lives of not only the many children waiting to be taken, but the existence of the kingdom itself.

  The Emerald of Phaunos (Scepter Book 2) is now available.

  This is a five book series!

  This is the end of this introduction. Book 1 will start now. Thanks for joining and giving each series a chance.

  The Zombie Chronicles

  Apocalypse Infection Unleashed Series

  by

  Chrissy Peebles

  Copyright 2012 by Chrissy Peebles http://www.chrissypeebles.blogspot.com

  Cover design by: Patrick Griffith

  Edited by: Autumn J. Conley

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  The Zombie Chronicles Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/ociUHiL1g70

  Val Book Trailer (Prequel to series): http://youtu.be/7mp43Ml4hvE

  Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Chrissy-Peebles-Fantasy-Author/351121651567296

  *This is a young adult book series. Each chronicle will feature Dean's struggles as he tries to survive in this new world. And thus the name, The Zombie Chronicles. I hope you enjoy this series, and thank you for giving book one a chance.*

  Welcome to the Apocalypse Infection Unleashed Series.

  Book 1 – The Zombie Chronicles

  Book 2 – Race for the Cure

  Book 3 – Deadly City

  Book 4 – Poisonous Serum

  Book 5 – Undead Nightmare

  Book 6 – Revelation

  Book 7 – Trepidation (due out in Jan.)

  Book 8 – Impact (due out in spring)

  Warning: Mild violence.

  BOOK TRAILER: http://youtu.be/ociUHiL1g70

  Val was bitten by a zombie and now she’s scheduled for lethal injection. Breaking all the rules, eighteen year old, Dean Walters snags an experimental serum. But it can’t be tested until Val turns into a zombie: something authorities won’t allow. Her execution is scheduled to happen before transformation is complete, giving Dean only hours to break her out.

  When their helicopter crashes straight into the heart of Zombie Land, his rescue mission becomes a fight for survival…and giving up on Val is NOT an option.

  Chapter 1

  One year earlier…

  It had been a long day in July, with heat waves rampaging throughout South Carolina. Even though nighttime had long fallen and the temperatures had cooled down noticeably, my shirt still stuck to my back. I wondered what good that shower had done that I’d taken before meeting Sherry.

  A rush of wind blew through my hair as we rode to the top of the Ferris wheel and then stopped, hovering in midair. I breathed in, relaxed, and listened to the distant screams, music, and laughter echoing below us. Sherry set down the stuffed pink pig I’d won for her in the ring toss and folded her hands in her lap, enjoying the silence. I dared a quick look at the stuffed animal, fighting with myself whether to be proud or sink into the ground. The guys back at school surely would’ve suggested the latter, but I didn’t care. Granted, it wasn’t the giant teddy bear I’d spent twenty bucks trying to win, but Sherry seemed happy with her little plush pink prize nonetheless. She squeezed my hand, and I smiled.

  I rocked the cart back and forth with my legs.

  “Hey! Stop it,” Sherry said, twining her fingers through my hair.

  “But you told me you loved it when somebody shook the cart at the very top. And I do too. Love that adrenaline rush.”

  She smiled and batted her lashes at me. Her whole demeanor screamed flirty, so I inched closer and wrapped my arm around her to pull her closer.

  “Do you want to play games or make out?” she whispered suggestively.

  Her eyes sparkled like big onyxes as I gazed into them. We had liked
each other for months, and we’d been shamelessly stealing glances at each other until I finally plucked up the courage to ask her out. It was our first big date, and I’d been dying to kiss her all night. “What do you think?” I asked with a smile.

  She inclined her head as though in thought.

  That same moment, a piercing scream echoed from below us. Forgetting our first intimate moment, I peered below into the darkness to the gathering mass.

  “What’s going on down there?” Sherry asked.

  “I dunno.” I squinted to get a better view, but the steel rods of the Ferris wheel blocked most of my view from where we were dangling. All I could make out were red and blue lights flashing in the distance, blinking in rhythm to the sound of blaring sirens. I leaned out until I could count five police cars speeding toward the midway.

  “What’s happening?” Sherry asked again, this time more quietly, as though she was talking to herself.

  I paid her no attention as I continued to scan the commotion below. A man tumbled to the ground. The same moment, a group of people pounced on him. From up above, they looked like they were attacking him with their bare arms and legs.

  Sherri grabbed my shoulder and gave it a hard squeeze to get my attention. “Oh my gosh, Dean! I think a gang of thugs are attacking the people in line.”

  I shook my head. It can’t be. We lived in a family tourist town, its biggest crimes consisting of kids stealing sweets from the local supermarket and old ladies complaining about Friday night litter on their porches — the crime rate was so low that misdemeanors made the front page. I couldn’t even remember the last time there’d been a public beating or any kind of vicious attack. “Maybe it’s nothing,” I said, my brain trying to justify the picture before my eyes.

  “It sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Sherry said. “You think they’re on drugs?”

  I shrugged, hesitating. I wasn’t naïve enough to think there were no drugs where I lived, but to see their effects creeped me out big time.

  Bang! Bang!

  Before I could answer, shots echoed from the nearing cars. I wrapped my arm around Sherry and forced her head down the way I had seen on television and in all those action movies. “It looks like the police are firing into the crowd!” I yelled.

  “No! They can’t be.” She clutched her chest. “My sister’s down there. I hope she’s okay.”

  The ride jerked forward. As we started to descend, Sherry leaned over me to peer at the blinking lights on the bar that rotated inside the wheel.

  I gripped her hand. “We’ll find your sister. I promise.”

  “Thanks, Dean.”

  A scream tore through the air, followed by growls and hisses.

  “What’s that noise?” Sherry asked, frantically glancing below us.

  Peering past the yellow bulbs twinkling all around me, I tried to see what was happening below. My senses were on full alert because of the danger we were in. I knew a stray bullet could hit us, or one of the drug-crazed people might decide to attack us. We had to get out of there, fast, before something happened. A cold chill rushed through me as the cart stopped at the wooden platform.

  I scanned the area for the best possible escape route. Crazed weirdoes were biting and tearing into the flesh of screaming, innocent bystanders, their blood staining their clothes and the asphalt beneath their feet. My stomach protested, ready to hurl up all the greasy hotdogs, funnel cakes, and cotton candy I’d eaten. My mind screamed, This can’t be true! People just don’t go around biting each other like cannibals! It has to be a joke. But I knew from the grotesque salty-metallic smell wafting through the air that the blood was all too real. It wasn’t a joke…but the grossest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Dean, what’s happening?” Sherry asked, shaking my shoulder frantically.

  “I have no idea, but we’ve gotta get out of here.”

  The possessed people shuffled toward us. My pulse pounding in my ears, I spun quickly in hopes of getting out the other way, but the entrance was blocked with more people flooding in. The silver line dividers dropped to the ground with a loud clang.

  “We’re trapped!” Sherry said, grabbing my arm tight.

  “No!” I shook my head vehemently. “Don’t even think that. We’ll climb up the Ferris wheel.”

  “And if that doesn’t work?”

  I hesitated, considering my words. “Then we fight,” I said, suppressing a gag at the rotten smell.

  Guttural sounds—strange growls—emanated from the group, staring us down like they wanted to rip through our flesh. They had greenish-looking, cracked skin, torn clothes, and white eyes. Contacts? A wicked case of cataracts? Liquid latex? Special effects? I had no idea, but I was ready to take them on.

  A girl with long blonde hair inched closer. She looked dead, her head unnaturally askew. sudden recognition hit me with a jolt — Sherry’s sister!

  “Jenny!” Sherry shouted, overwhelmed with emotion. “Oh my gosh! What happened to you? You’re creeping me out.”

  Jenny suddenly lunged at me, snapping her jaws like a rabid dog. She came within only inches from sinking her teeth into my carotid when a policeman opened fire. Jenny—or whatever she was—crashed down to the ground.

  Shocked beyond all belief, Sherry leaned over the cart door, letting loose her stuffed animal. It fell to the ground, right next to the thing that looked remotely like Jenny. Her gaze darted to the policeman holding the gun. “You shot my sister!”

  “I’m sorry, miss, but that’s not your sister anymore!” he shouted back. “She would have killed and eaten the both of you!”

  More of the possessed group shuffled toward us. My heart raced. I clenched my fists, ready to take down anything in my path. I slid my leg over the bar, preparing to jump out of the cart and fight when one of the policemen fumbled with the controls. We took off with a jerk. I fell back into Sherry’s arms, and we shot up about five feet in the air.

  The beings lunged after us, shaking the bottom of the cart so violently we nearly fell out. Sherry clung onto me with a death grip. The group continued with their guttural chanting, and I swore I was trapped in some kind of lucid nightmare.

  “What are they?” Sherry screamed in my ear. “What’s going on? What happened to Jenny? Why was she…like that?”

  I steadied myself by holding onto the steel bar with one hand and wrapped the other around her as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Below us, the group of possessed people seemed to have multiplied, holding up their arms as if they wanted a ride too. I dared another peek over the edge and regretted it instantly. The whole gathering looked like something out of a horror flick, blood covering their clothes and caking their skin.

  Some started to stumble toward the officer, who shot anyone—or anything—who got too close. “Hang on, kids!” the officer said. With another yank, we sped up into the sky, stopping at the very top. This time, shaking the cart for thrills or making out was the last thing on my mind.

  “That policeman…he…that cop shot my sister!” Sherry said between gasps. She buried her face into my chest and wept. I pulled her close, not sure what words of comfort to give her. More shots were fired, followed by ear-piercing screams and then…nothing. Panic ensued from other riders still stuck on the wheel at various positions. Better to be up here than down there, I figured. We had to be at least 150 feet up in the air, and that made me feel safe from whatever was happening below.

  My cell phone rang jolting me out of my stupor. I fumbled in my pocket and answered the call.

  “Dean?”

  “Dad!” I said. “What’s going on?”

  “Oh, son, thank God you’re alive. There’s no time for explanations. Where are you?” he asked, his voice betraying an edge.

  “I’m on a date with Sherry. We’re stuck on top of the Ferris wheel at the beach. It isn’t moving. Dad, I think everybody’s dead down there! I-I don’t know. It’s all just so…it’s crazy, Dad, like some kind of horrible movie!”

 
; “We’re coming to pick you up, and then we’re getting the heck out of town.”

  “It’s too dangerous,” I said. “I know this is going to sound absolutely crazy, but you gotta believe me. People are turning into some kind of cannibals…and they’re attacking people.”

  “I know. Don’t worry. I’ll be armed. I’ll get you out of there, I promise. Got it, son?”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Your brother’s flying us to the island with Grams where we’ll be safe. These things are attacking everybody in Myrtle Beach. We’ve gotta get far away from here as fast as we can.”

  On the other end of the phone, glass shattered with a crash, followed by my mom’s piercing scream. I gasped when the line went dead. “Dad!” I shouted. “Dad?”

  Chapter 2

  One year ago, a deadly virus decimated the world leaving swarms of brain-eating zombies in its wake. Survivors rushed to the makeshift fortresses, walled-in cities protected by towering concrete walls and a military force to be reckoned with. I managed to make it to one of these safe havens with my brother and parents, and that afforded me the chance to spend the last year sheltered from the gloom that rocked the land. My brother, on the other hand, decided to leave the safe confines and continue fighting with the U.S. Army to stop the onslaught of the undead. He became a top-notch zombie-hunter, but my parents and I didn’t see much of him after that. My mother feared he might not come back alive, if at all.