Cinderella and Zombies

By Emily Casey

"More than anything, King Richard feared the zombie outbreak. Now, they neared his palace with every passing day, in growing numbers. One thing was clear to the King: his son must marry a zombie-killer."

What happens when you take a classic fairy tale and add a few zombies to it? Cinderella goes from being a pretty-faced pushover to being the best zombie-slayer in the kingdom. But will that be enough when she's decked out in a ball gown and glass slippers?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Casey
• Release date: May 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476328607

Emily Casey

Emily is a writer from Tallahassee who chases two crazy kids around the house all day before collapsing in front of her computer.She writes everything from fairy tales to zombies, from middle grade to young adult. Emily writes what's exciting to her and just hopes someone else out there likes it.Other little tid-bits: Emily's a dog person (he has a German Shepherd named Guybrush), she likes to run (and ran her first half marathon while 4 months pregnant) and majored in Psychology (which explains why she's a little nuts) at Florida State with a minor in English (which explains the whole writing thing).

Book preview

Chapter 1

Prince Kent dragged Captain Rourke’s body into an abandoned shack. Rourke’s blood left a trail across the wood flooring as Kent pulled him away from the shuffling corpses. He whipped the door shut and searched frantically for a way to brace it against the relentless horde. The heaviest piece of furniture in the one-room home was a hand-carved dresser. It groaned as Kent pushed it in front of the door.

He knelt beside his captain, who coughed and sputtered blood. The man had a chunk of his neck missing. A bite wound. The blood loss would be severe, but that’s not what would kill him.

Fists pounded on the door. Already, the wood cracked from the onslaught. The prince took Rourke’s sword from his bloodied fingers, then crossed the man’s arms over his chest. You know what I have to do, my friend.

Rourke nodded. Thank you, Sire.

Already the man’s eyes were cloudy. The change was coming quickly. Kent raised the sword. Rourke closed his eyes. The prince separated his captain’s head from his shoulders. The prince felt sick, but swallowed back the bile. As one last act of respect for his comrade, Kent folded Rourke’s hands over the sword. Hopefully whoever found the body would have the decency to bury it with him.

When the undead broke through the room’s only window, Kent had his sword raised. He was eager to meet them, to take as many of the monsters with him as he could. If he were lucky, the prince might slay the one who’d poisoned his captain.

Two of the undead crawled through the opening. The jagged glass tore at their already-shredded clothing. Kent dispatched them quickly. Their unnaturally dark blood slid from open necks. Another climbed in and another. The room began to reek with the smell of their foul bodies, but the prince inhaled it and let the stench run wild through him. Come on! he shouted, bringing his sword up again.

Each movement of his sword brought another vile revenant to the ground. The demons began coming in faster than Kent could slay them. The door behind him bowed and creaked at the strain. Kent knew the end was near, but this had been the end he had always hoped for. One he could be proud of.

Kent’s eyes were wide, his breath short. His blade whipped through the air one last time before the door gave way to ear-splitting croaks from the wood being hacked to tinder. Evening’s pale light streamed into the tiny, one-room shack. The prince heard the dresser creak as it slid away from the door. He turned to face his enemy, ready to embrace death.

But it wasn’t death that had come to claim him. Several soldiers, one with a great ax in hand, marched toward the prince. Two men grabbed his arms. Another soldier sliced at the nearest undead, keeping them at bay.

What are you doing? Kent struggled against his own men. One of them took the prince’s sword from his hand while the others carried him out. No! Kent shouted. Release me now! I command you as your prince and commander to release me! NO!

The prince fought against his father’s royal guard as they dragged him out to safety.

Chapter 2

Cinderella wiped her face with a clean rag. The moans of the injured pressed around her, urging her to check the next victim. The more refugees she checked for bite marks, the smaller the possibility of an outbreak in the Royal City. The faster she searched, the faster these people could start putting their lives back together.

Four royal guards escorted a group of women and small children to the matron. Where should they go? One of the guards asked.

Cinderella moved through the sun-drenched hospital tent and lifted a hand, pointing down at a vacant bench. I’ll see them.

The matron nodded and motioned at the guards to wait outside. The refugees were coming in larger groups now. The guards at the gate escorted all newcomers to various hospital tents around the city, then waited to see the paperwork clearing them of zombie infection. Unfortunately, the Royal City had few physicians and even fewer who had the courage to handle someone who had been bitten. Cinderella was one out of a handful of volunteers willing to help keep the city clean of infection. The more time she spent in the sweltering tents, the more she realized how badly they needed the help.

Cinderella started with the first woman, who had several scratches and cuts. The woman’s bare feet were raw, as if she’d walked halfway across the kingdom without shoes. Cinderella hid her thoughts behind a smile. I just need to look at you before we let you through.

You’re looking for infection, aren’t you? The woman licked her cracked lips, leaving a clean spot where her tongue had wiped the dust from her face. I can tell you now I haven’t been bitten. Haven’t come near those awful things. I had to protect the little ones.

The children leaned on each other and seemed grateful to sit down, but Cinderella braced herself. This was going to be a tricky group to check. The tight-knit groups always were. She dipped a new rag into a bucket of water. Just let me clean these cuts up a bit and—

The woman pulled her arm away. I told you, I’m not infected!

Cinderella set her jaw and took a hard look into the woman’s eyes. Yes, but we’re checking everyone who—

A high-pitched scream shot across the tent. Cinderella turned toward the sound. A raspy croak came from a man in tattered work clothes. A farmer. He lurched toward a girl just a few years younger than Cinderella. The girl shrieked again.

Cinderella was between them in a moment, holding the man by the upper arms where his teeth couldn’t reach her. Already his skin was a pale shade of gray. His eyes were losing their awareness in a cloudy fog.

Papa! The girl moved to the farmer, her eyes scared and full of tears.

Stay back, Cinderella ordered. He’s not safe right now.

Cinders! The matron ran to her, weaving between