Born Lucky: A YA St. Patrick's Day Story

By Rusty Fischer

Mandy Nash is the first “Normal” (i.e. human) to invite Calvin anywhere since he became reanimated, one of the living dead. But what will he do when he finds out her invitation to the big St. Patrick’s Day party in town is just an elaborate ruse to get him to take her into the Z-Zone , a place where "Normals" are forbidden, and even zombies are in danger?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rusty Fischer
• Release date: Aug 22, 2013

Rusty Fischer

Rusty Fischer is a full-time freelance writer, multi-published ghostwriter and the author of dozens of published books across a variety of genres, from nonfiction to fiction, including his popular A Living Dead Love Story series from Medallion Press. Visit him at www.rustyfischer.com to read more!

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Born Lucky:

A YA St. Patrick’s Day Story

By Rusty Fischer, author of Zombies Don’t Cry

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Born Lucky

Rusty Fischer

Copyright 2013 by Rusty Fischer

Smashwords Edition

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This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.

Cover credit: © Stephen VanHorn – Fotolia

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Author’s Note:

The following is a FREE living dead short story. Any errors, typos, grammar or spelling issues are completely the fault of the zombies. (They’re not very patient with the editorial process!)

Anyway, I hope you can overlook any minor errors you may find; enjoy!

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Born Lucky:

A YA St. Patrick’s Day Story

How did you find me?

He stands, just inside the warehouse door, grey eyes quietly illuminated in the darkness beyond.

I hold up a little metal cross, about the size of my thumbprint, one of about a dozen lying around the warehouse door. You have these in the bottom of your shoes most every day, I tell him.

He blinks his gray eyes, inching forward. It’s still early, the light at my back an almost purple shade of blue and orange. I do?

I nod, readjusting the backpack strap on my shoulder. Yeah, you do. Can I come in?

He blinks again, slowly, like he does most everything. I still don’t see how that led you here.

"My Dad worked in this warehouse for almost twenty years. These little things followed him home most every day. They got in the carpet, in the garage, scratched up Mom’s hardwood floors something awful. She’d call him ‘Jesus’ sometimes,