Suddenly, Zombies

By Amanda C. Davis

Zombies in space! Giant zombie gorillas! When life gets weird, all you can do is stick by your friends and hang on to your brains. Amanda C. Davis dishes out two short stories from the lighter side of the zombocalypse.

Stories first appeared in Zombonauts (Library of the Living Dead Press), Zombie Kong (Books of the Dead Press), and Necrotic Tissue (Stygian Publications).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amanda C. Davis
• Release date: Jun 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311694928

Amanda C. Davis

Amanda C. Davis is a combustion engineer who loves baking, gardening, and low-budget horror films. Her work has appeared or is upcoming in Goblin Fruit, Shock Totem, and Cemetery Dance, among others. She tweets enthusiastically as @davisac1. You can find out more about her and read more of her work at http://www.amandacdavis.com.

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Two Things

First published in Zombonauts, 2009

Reprinted in Wily Writers, 2014

© Amanda C. Davis, 2009

Escape from Ape City

First published in Zombie Kong, 2012

© Amanda C. Davis, 2012

Memories

First appeared in Necrotic Tissue, 2011

© Amanda C. Davis, 2011

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Cover art by Amanda C. Davis, 2014

Contents

Two Things

Escape from Ape City

Bonus: Memories

About the Author

Two Things

The memorial microbial fuel cell was broken; that was the first thing. Nobody wanted to put good crewmen of the SS Trebuchet into the same cell that processed leftovers, plant cuttings, and human waste. So Admiral Than ordered some provisions to be shifted from one cold storage unit to another, and they stacked the bodies in there, rolled in white sheets, tagged by name, to last out the journey beside boxes of dehydrated chicken substitute and vacuum-sealed bags of beer. That seemed all right. Some of them had been pretty fond of beer.

We could bury them! said David, who loved all things retro. That's what they used to do Earthside.

"In the ground? said Mo, who didn't. You're disgusting."

They wouldn't reach the colony for fifteen more months, so neither took the argument too personally.

By the time four or five people had gone on to glory and been stowed in cold storage, nobody had the time or inclination to fix the microbial fuel cell; it was