Dead Rising
By Carl Hose
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In a world where the dead have risen and the living have nowhere to hide, two groups of survivors meet up in a town called Faith to make a stand against the walking dead, with the fate of mankind hanging on the outcome of the final conflict. Great characters and an engaging story make this a must-read for fans of the zombie genre.
"Dead Rising is a tour de force of apocalyptic survival. Hose hooks you with his characters and then reels you in with action, intrigue, and excitement. A must read for any serious fan of zombie lit." - William Todd Rose, author of "Sex in the Time of Zombies"
Carl Hose
About Carl HoseCarl is the author of several works of fiction, including "Deadtown and Other Tales of Horror Set in the Old West," "Fematales Unleashed," "Dead Rising," "Dead Horizon," and "Pornocopia."Carl’s work has appeared in the zombie anthology "Cold Storage", which he co-edited. His work has also appeared in "Champagne Shivers 2007," "DeathGrip: It Came from the Cinema," "DeathGrip: Exit Laughing," the horror-romance anthology "Loving the Undead," the erotic paranormal ghost anthology "Beyond Desire," the "Book of Tentacles", "Through the Eyes of the Undead," "Silver Moon, Bloody Bullets," and several issues of Lighthouse Digest.Carl’s poetry appears in the zombie poetry anthology "Vicious Verses and Reanimated Rhymes."His adult credits include fiction in Bi-Times, Swinging Times, Ruthie’s Club, Oysters and Chocolate, Good Vibrations, Three Pillows, the erotic anthology "Frenzy," and his erotic collection "Pornocopia."Carl’s nonfiction has appeared in The Blue Review, Writer’s Journal, and the horror film essay anthology "Butcher Knives and Body Counts."
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Dead Rising - Carl Hose
Dead Rising
by Carl Hose
MARLvision Publishing
Smashwords edition
copyright 2010 Carl Hose
Cover design copyright 2010 Marcella Hose
Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
One
Faith was not a big action town. Very little ever went on, unless you counted the cattle auction every Saturday at noon, or square dancing every Saturday evening, which Dalton Connors never participated in.
Dalton spent most of his time working. He wrote best-selling paperback westerns at the rate of two a year. His finances were in good shape. There were a couple of people in town he spoke to regularly. Other than that, he kept pretty much to himself.
It was Friday morning when the world changed. Dalton didn’t realize at the time it was the whole world, but it didn’t take long to figure out as much.
He was on his front porch, smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee, taking in the crisp morning air. Cotton ball clouds hung against a pale blue sky. The sun was just up and already starting to warm the day. A hawk soared overhead. This was one of Dalton’s small pleasures in life—early mornings in Faith, Wyoming.
He couldn’t be sure whether he felt or heard it first, but he was suddenly aware something was coming. A high-pitched squeal shattered the early-morning tranquility at about the same time a dark object flew over Dalton’s house, leaving thick gray smoke in its wake. It traveled north to south. Dalton tracked its descent until it slammed into the ground about a half a mile away.
Dalton was in the process of watching black smoke rise when his telephone rang. He went inside, crossed through the living room, and entered his office to answer the old rotary dial phone on his desk.
Did ya see that thing, Dalton?
It was Jed Cotts, Dalton’s best friend. Jed was somewhere in his seventies, though he never gave specifics.
It went right over the house,
Dalton said.
Whattaya think it was?
Jed asked.
A meteor maybe,
Dalton said. Landed about half mile south of here.
How ’bout we drive out and have a look see,
Jed said, nearly bursting with excitement.
I’ve got some work to finish up,
Dalton said. Tell you what, though, I’ll meet you at Edna’s in an hour. We’ll grab some coffee and head that way.
Sounds good,
Jed said.
See you then.
Dalton sat down at his desk and turned his attention to the old Remington he’d written all of his novels on. It was still going strong. He saw no need to fix something that wasn’t broken. Using a computer might make his job easier, but he’d miss the sound of the Remington’s keys clacking away in the heat of a writing streak. That noise was so much a part of the process for him that he couldn’t separate it.
He was a simple man by nature. He didn’t want to read his books on an electronic reader, he didn’t carry a cell phone, and he wasn’t going to write on a computer.
He started typing what would be his twentieth novel in a decade. Westerns were still popular. Dalton was thankful for that. His tales of gunfighters, dance hall girls, and Native American warriors had brought him a good living; he was thirty-five and financially comfortable.
Not that money mattered to him. The satisfaction came with the work. Money was a by-product. What mattered to Dalton more than anything was that he’d achieved success on his own terms. When his agent had pushed him to write something in the horror genre, Dalton had stuck to his guns and written westerns. Horror had never been his thing; he would have been a flop at it.
Dalton lit a cigarette and tried to concentrate on his latest chapter, but he couldn’t get the meteor out of his mind, if the thing that crashed outside of town was a meteor. He had no reason to believe it was anything else, and couldn’t imagine what else it could be even if he tried.
He decided to forget about work and head to Edna’s. Jed would already be there anyway, and the sooner he got there, the sooner they could drive out and take a look at the crash site.
Two
Edna’s Country Café was the type of small-town place where you could get all the coffee refills you wanted for the price of one fifty-cent cup. The owner was actually a woman named Edna—Edna Jean Abernathy, to be exact—and the food was prepared from recipes handed down in her family through generations.
Edna’s Country Café was also the sort of place where almost everybody in town gathered to hear, and spread, the latest gossip and news. Today the place was buzzing with talk that mostly centered on the thing that had crashed just south of town.
Henry, a regular at Edna’s, sat at the counter wearing the same wrinkled business suit he always wore. Ed, a contrast in his worn coveralls, sat beside Henry. The two of them were busy chewing each other’s ears off. Dalton had a guess what they were talking about, and he could only imagine how far fetched the theories had gotten by now.
The place was jumping with other customers as well. Joe Ruben, Edna’s longtime cook and good friend, set two heaping plates of eggs and bacon under a heat lamp; Abigail Holden grabbed the plates and headed to the dining area.
Hi, Dalton,
she said as she passed him by.
Hey, Abby,
he responded.
He stopped long enough to watch her deliver the food, not realizing until several seconds had gone by that he was staring. He glanced around the cafe to make sure no one had noticed. Before moving on, he caught a snippet of the conversation Henry and Ed were having.
I saw it with my own eyes,
Henry said. Came right outta the sky, big as a truck.
Damndest thing I ever heard,
Ed replied. Whattaya make of it?
Flyin’ saucer is my best guess,
Henry said with confidence.
Dalton bypassed the two of them and took a stool at the far end of the counter.
Abby tended to Henry and Ed. You two are something else,
she said.
Can I get some more coffee,
Henry asked. With extra sugar, sugar,
he added, chuckling at his own joke, nearly patting himself on the back at his own cleverness.
Sure,
she said, rolling her eyes.
Take it you don’t believe somethin’ strange landed out there in the field,
Henry said to Abigail.
Oh, no, I believe something landed out there,
Abby said. That’s all everybody’s been talking about this morning. I just think yours is the best explanation for what it is I’ve heard yet.
Well, I think he’s right on the money,
Ed chimed in. I think we got us a real UFO experience right here in Faith.
Dalton couldn’t resist a smile. And I bet there’s little green men plotting on us right now,
he said.
The bell over the entrance jingled in time to prevent Henry from a quick response. Jed wandered into the café wearing his customary baggy, faded jeans and red and black checkered shirt. Despite being in his seventies, he walked at a brisk pace, with no sign of wearing out any time soon.
Edna grabbed the coffee pot and headed to the end of the counter, turning up a coffee cup for both Dalton and Jed.
Jed sat beside Dalton.
What do you know about that spaceship, Jed,
Henry asked before Jed had a chance to say hello to Dalton.
I don’t know nothin’ about no spaceship,
Jed answered, barely glancing at Henry. A meteor, maybe, but it ain’t no spaceship.
Meteor, my ass,
Ed said. A spaceship is what it was, I don’t care what anybody has to say about it.
I think you two best stay away from the home brew, that’s my take on it,
Jed shot back, reaching for his just-poured coffee. Dalton says—
There you go with that Dalton-says nonsense again,
Henry cut in. Just because he’s a writer don’t mean he knows all there is to know about everything.
I never said he knows all there is to know,
Jed said. He knows a damn lot more than you two igits is all I’m sayin’.
Henry and Ed were suitably offended by the remark and, for lack of a good comeback, went back to entertaining each other.
Dalton sipped his coffee as if the conversation hadn’t occurred. The last thing Jed needed was for Dalton to come to his defense. The old man could handle himself. Dalton wasn’t about to offend him by cutting in.
Outside the diner,