Zac Zombie 3: Night of the Undead

By Eduard Joseph

Zac Zombie, slayer of the undead returns in book 3 of this popular zombie novella series.

Book 3 kicks off where book 2 left us hanging.
Zac and Fred set out with new companion Henry to rescue Fred's daughter who is held captive in a mausoleum.

They have to fight off hordes of the undead along the way and find a safe route back to the rest of their group back at the hospital.
Zac also discovers some new powers which will come in handy to kill the one behind the zombie apocalypse; Clairvius.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eduard Joseph
• Release date: May 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311405319

Eduard Joseph

Eduard Joseph lives in Cape Town South Africa and has been writing since a young age. His first book "Freaks want love too" was rejected by numerous publishers in 2005.In 2013 he decided to go the self-publishing route and his first novel hit online stores. It was a success on Amazon.com until it was removed by the author due to royalty issues.Eduard Joseph loves writing what's in his heart, and thus writes about anything from romance, comedy, horror and suspense.His latest novella, The Mandela Effect, tells the story about Stephen who unravels the biggest secret in human history and the truth behind false memories in a thrilling mystery setting.

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ZAC ZOMBIE

Slayer of the undead

Book 3: Night of the undead

By Eduard Joseph

Published by Eduard Joseph

Smashwords edition

Copyright 2014 Eduard Joseph

Front cover design by Eduard Joseph

Cover illustration: stock photo

This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are

not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. Any resemblance to any person or

persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved

The right of Eduard Joseph to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him under the South African Copyright Act of 1978 (as amended).

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IF YOU ENJOY ZOMBIE BOOKS, YOU MIGHT WANT TO TRY THE FOLLOWING BOOKS BY EDUARD JOSEPH:

- Zac Zombie: Slayer of the undead (Book 1 & 2)

- How to date a corpse

- The Town*

- Morgue of the living (Short story)

OTHER FICTION BY EDUARD JOSEPH:

- Freaks want love too

- The Thirst

- When there is blood on the moon (Short story)

- Trick or treat (Short story)

- Ultimatum (short story)

- Welcome to the neighbourhood (Short story)

- God’s gonna cut you down

* Contains Biblical references which might upset sensitive readers

CHAPTER 1

You can’t negotiate with the dead, for the dead no longer have anything to lose. They’ve lost their lives and souls to the darkness that took over their bodies. During the fall of mankind, you have to make sure that you do not stray from the path, or you too – irrespective of whether you lived or died – could fall victim to the eternal darkness.

Outside the rain poured down as Mother Nature tried in vain to wash away all that was evil in the world, if only she knew that there was no more good left. One by one more and more survivors fell victim to the infection and one by one they joined the throng of walking corpses outside the dispatch building. The rain falling onto the roof and the dead banging on the metal doors to get in synchronised until I could no longer tell them apart.

We would not be able to negotiate safe passage through the sea of dead at our door and I couldn’t risk the lives of Fred and Henry by going out wielding weapons. The continuous banging on the metal doors became deafening and then with a loud thud one of the dead dented the metal door.

That door won’t hold forever. Fred said.

Fred was stating the obvious which we all were too afraid to say. If the metal doors gave way, not only did we die, but so did mom, Michelle and Alex. I could not allow that.

You have to think of something. Fred said fretfully.

Why do I have to be the one to think of everything? I asked annoyed.

Aren’t you the leader? Fred asked.

I was never elected the leader of anyone. I said.

It was a good question, but I did not know how to respond. I probably was the leader of the group as I found and kept most of them together. What exactly is a leader? A person who gives guidance to others in a time of need – a person who makes all the difficult decisions that could mean the difference between life and death… perhaps I was the leader of the group.

Fred and the other guy; what was his name again? Henry, right? Anyway, both of them stared at me with blank faces waiting for some kind of leadership while the banging at the metal doors continued.

Zac? Fred asked.

I stared at him and then another loud bang at the metal door caught my attention. We all glanced over at the door and noted a large dent of about five feet across.

What the hell was that? Henry asked terrified.

I wasn’t one to be startled easily, but not knowing what caused such a massive dent in the metal doors rattled me a bit. It was only then that I realized that the banging had stopped. It was quiet on the other side of the door.

They stopped. Fred said half relieved.

The silence was too abrupt for me to be relieved. Why would the undead suddenly stop pounding at a door when they knew there was fresh flesh on the other side? Something was terribly wrong.

I don’t think it’s over yet. I said cautiously.

The three of us stared at the door in silence and then there was another loud bang which enlarged the dent. Fred and Henry jumped back a few feet at the sound of the impact, but I kept standing where I was while trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

Just as brusquely as the bang came it disappeared. I stared transfixed at the indent waiting for another bang, but all that came was silence. I had no idea what could have made the dent or whether the door could sustain another blow. Perhaps it was time to move on.

Get into the ambulance. I said without looking away from the door.

Who’s driving? Fred asked.

It doesn’t matter. I insisted, Just get in the damned vehicle.

There was another loud bang and the indent tore right open as a human