The Survivors by Dan Decker
ATTACK OF THE ZOMBIES!
Morty Donaldson is studying when his roommate Pete bursts into his dorm room chased by undead zombie-like monsters. Barefoot and armed with his shotgun, Morty fights the creatures but quickly learns they cannot be easily killed.
As they subdue the monsters and force them into a closet, it becomes apparent Pete knows more than he’s saying. Morty struggles to get Pete to tell the truth while searching for a way to defeat the monsters as they spread through town and the United States.
ZOMBIES, VAMPIRES, OR SOMETHING ELSE?
It becomes apparent that if the monsters are zombies, they have little in common with the B-movie variety and are more similar to vampires. But that designation is not quite right either. To make matters worse, Morty stumbles into his ex-girlfriend, a woman who doesn’t hesitate to manipulate him to get what she wants.
HOW CAN THEY SURVIVE?
Morty is put to the test in this tale of mayhem and destruction while he struggles with an enemy that cannot be defeated through conventional means. This action-packed post-apocalyptic urban fantasy zombie thriller takes readers on a journey that rips them through the pages to the cataclysmic ending.
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Previously published as The Containment Team.
THE DOOR TO my dorm room burst open and Pete Sanders dove in, slamming it shut behind him as he cursed at the top of his lungs. I looked up just in time to see him sever a couple of gray fingers from somebody on the other side when he forced the door closed. The dismembered appendages fell to the floor and bounced as they rolled to a stop. He looked down at the body parts in surprise as if he hadn’t noticed the fingers that had been clawing at the door when he’d swung it shut.
I stood up, knocking my chair over, stubbing the toe of my bare foot. “What’s going on? Who was that? They need help.”
The door was solid wood and the jamb was metal. I never would have thought it could cut flesh and bone, but Pete was a big man and he’d swung hard. The football team had tried to recruit him multiple times, but he’d always refused. It reflected just how poor of a team we had that when they saw a big dude on campus, they couldn’t leave him alone.
A scream came from outside. It sounded like the howl of a wild animal, more of a roar than anything else. Several loud bangs followed as if somebody with a bat were beating the door.
“It couldn’t have been a long incubation period,” Pete muttered as he locked the door and stepped away. “There wasn’t anything wrong with them yesterday.” He shook his head. “Why did I have to go in tonight? I could have just stayed away.” He quietly said this last part to himself. I wondered if he’d forgotten I was with him in our room.
“Who’s out there?” I asked again, forcing my voice to be calm.
“What, not who, would be more accurate.”