Bangkok Z

By Stephen J. Carter

From zombie plague ... to an undead world.

In a bleary-eyed state of shock Toey Cholwasa and three friends arrive back in Bangkok, a city engulfed by a zombie plague, a choking miasma of flesh rotting in the tropical heat. As their Airbus lands Toey witnesses another in a rolling series of mass turnings. A freshly-risen horde throws itself at the still-moving plane, and gets plowed under ... leaving a blood-trail of body parts in the plane’s wake.

It would have been a mercy if the plague had merely killed its victims. Zombie death would be the least of its effects. As a researcher in consciousness and trance states Toey is one of the few equipped to piece together what the zombie rules of engagement will have to be. Failing this, the fallout from such a fight won’t bear thinking of.

The new airport they pass through is a morning-after war zone, an arena of death playing host to lifers (survivors), infected, the dead, and the newly-undead. Later, the silent city they pass through echoes with the screams of the infected who died there only hours earlier. Most of those have not yet turned. But as new convulsions wrack the city they realize they’re in the opening skirmishes of an undead global war.

The struggle begins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen J. Carter
• Release date: Jan 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310649165

Stephen J. Carter

I'm a Canadian living in beautiful Chiang Mai in northern Thailand. I'm a fan of SF, Horror, Fantasy, Historical fiction, DVD serials, and Asian transcendental writing. To date I've written eBooks in SF, Horror, and Writing Methodology. I'm fascinated by this morphing world of ePublishing. Imagine integrating multimedia in an eBook, i.e. period folk ballads as chapter breaks for a Historical novel. Music and visuals done right would enhance and deepen a reading. Ten years ago no one thought e-readers would ever be popular, and look at them now. We have the same resistance today to other emerging innovations. It's an excellent time to be active in this industry!

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BANGKOK Z

Z Inferno, Book1

By Stephen J. Carter

Copyright 2013 Stephen J. Carter

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Table of Contents

1. Black and Fast

2. Rahmani and Behrouz

3. Zee’s

4. Into the Wild

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1 Black and Fast

I wish they’d just land! Onteera said for the third time, her face pressed to the Airbus window. She had the seat next to mine.

Maybe the pilot is upset about those fires, Fai on my right said.

I count eight down there, Onteera added, referring to the deteriorating situation at the international airport below.

We had seen fires in several parts of Bangkok on our flight in. The pilot had pulled the news channels and slotted in more movies before that, and they’d taken away our cell phones long before that, somewhere over the Pacific. We were all dealing with these strange events in our own way. Onteera and Fai were loud and in-your-face, Natt less so. She was sitting across the aisle, quiet and alone, like me I guess. Me, I’m Toey, flying home with three friends after my time in Toronto.

As for that upset pilot – maybe his nerves took a turn for the worse. We suddenly lurched in a sad, drunken stagger to one side. A woman behind me screamed. The screaming was something I’d been expecting, I was surprised people held it together this long. She screamed just once, and shut-up real quick like her own voice scared her. The pilot overcompensated and we rolled over to the other side. Here we go, I thought. A guy two rows ahead was groaning, a pained born-of-tension sound. He’d been making weird noises off and on for a while.

I wish they’d just land! Onteera announced again. Maybe she thought we might forget.

There was something Natt said earlier, about the Odyssey, a book. She said it never gives the name of Odysseus’s ship. You don’t say? It’s just described as black and fast. Just then she leaned across the aisle, glancing again at all the people around us, most actually were sleeping, which struck me as strange. Then I promptly forgot about it.

Something’s wrong, she said.

I’d been thinking pretty much the same myself.

At that moment our section’s steward, Luc, came running down the aisle from business class. Hours earlier he had poured much effort into getting to know Natt better, or trying to I should say. He went on and on about his stint as a French exchange intern at the old Bangkok airport. From my observation, Natt gives zero encouragement in that department. Nitro, meet glycerin. That hadn’t dampened old Luc’s enthusiasm in the slightest, which ordinarily many women would privately admire. Most men do wave the white flag and scuttle away at the first sign of rejection. I’m just saying. So I was surprised to see frisky Luc running our way. I leaned forward and looked Natt’s way – she rolled her eyes. Luc went sailing right on by. Natt laughed, half rose out of her seat, turned and watched his retreating back. I saw the glint in her eyes as she stood again and set off after him.

Now, normally I’d say ‘you go, girl,’ but today wasn’t a normal day. And frankly I didn’t want Natt disappearing. I deftly stepped over Fai and followed her. We arrived in the back, back beyond the canteen station, to find Luc strapped into his fold-down steward’s seat, shivering and looking agitated.

Qu’est-ce qui se passe? Natt asked.

He looked up and ignored her use of ‘Frai’, as he called her Thai attempts at francais. Sometimes I ignore his use of thancais, as I call his attempts at Thai.

Go to your seats! he commanded. A poor choice of words, Luc. Natt’s hand shot out and took firm hold of his jugular.

Something’s wrong. Tell us! she asked, reasonably enough.

He tried to bat her hand away. Another poor choice. It just had the effect of tightening the grip about his throat. That’s O for two so far, Luc.

He needs his larynx to talk, I suggested.

She exhaled and loosened her grip.

Return to—

You’re not listening, Natt said.

She was right