A Zombie For The Holidays

By Ian Desabrais

A father, husband, man named Rex, finds himself in a department store on Christmas Eve. People are fighting and screaming, there is blood and there's darkness. Hiding from the crazy people tearing each other apart, he asks himself a question, 'Will I make it out alive?'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ian Desabrais
• Release date: Dec 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466068315

Ian Desabrais

Ian Desabrais lives in Ontario, Canada. Elnore I Will Give You a Good Death is the first novel in the Time of Kings Saga. Visit his website at www.desabraisbros.wordpress.com Write from my inspirations in life. Mostly #Fantasy.

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Prologue

A father, husband, man named Rex, finds himself in a department store on Christmas Eve. People are fighting and screaming, there is blood and there's darkness. Hiding from the crazy people tearing each other apart, he asks himself a question, 'Will I make it out alive?'

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***A ZOMBIE FOR THE HOLIDAYS***

What the hell is going on? I asked anyone in general.

Racks of clothes were knocked to the ground. A woman with red hair screaming, some psycho chick had a handful of her hair. This is what I get for shopping on christmas eve.

A fight dummy, a smug jerk said at my side.

I looked at him, his brown eyes lowered. None of this would matter to me if the damn present I ordered my wife arrived on time. Got an email around 5pm telling me they wouldn’t be able to ship the package for two weeks.

Who do you think you are? I asked the jerk.

I stared him down, he shifted his vision back to the scene before us. A crowd was surrounding the battle, like some epic in ancient Rome, gladiators fighting for the prize. A shriek unlike anything I’ve heard, I’m sure it would’ve made those horror movie babes jealous.

The surrounding crowd howled out and stampeded away. They scattered in fear, a group charging in my direction. I maneuvered between the wild crowd. My actions brought me right onto the scene of the fight. What were they running from?

The red haired woman was on the ground, a shocking amount of blood pooling around her, she must have been stabbed. Her attacker, a lithe girl around mid twenties was on top of her. She was tearing at her victim’s shirt exposing flesh. Nobody was doing anything, just fleeing from the area. I moved closer. The psycho chick took a mouth full of the red head’s flesh and bit down, she tugged at it like a dog. What the hell was she doing?

Hey, get off her, I yelled.

The psycho chick half looked up at me, blood dribbling from the strands of flesh in her mouth. Her teeth broke the skin, she yanked back and chewed on it like a ravenous animal, making strange gurgling sounds. I was transfixed, I wanted