The Dancing Dead

By Robert Jeschonek

Dance or die! That’s the choice faced by victims of the Dance/Drop plague raging through the United States of tomorrow. Everyone in the nation dances nonstop, knowing all the while that as soon as they quit moving, they will die an agonizing and senseless death. What triggered this nightmarish marathon remains unknown...at least until Laurette, a dancer with a dark past, is swept to the West Coast as part of a mysterious migration that reveals the secret behind the plague. Can she survive attacks by brutal fanatics and disease-control warriors long enough to embrace her twisted destiny at the end of the biggest, and deadliest, dance number of all time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Jeschonek
• Release date: Jul 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370124565

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The Dancing Dead

The Dancing Dead

A SCIFI STORY

ROBERT JESCHONEK

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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The Dancing Dead

Hundreds of us push forward, dancing madly as we always do, not suspecting, never guessing what awaits us up ahead.  We're spinning, sprinting, leaping, twirling by moonlight and flickering streetlights, one huge rhythmic mob bumping and slamming and kicking chaotically...all caught up in the hyper metronome beats in our heads, none of us watching that billboard in our paths.

Then BAWHOOM, a row of cannons punches through the giant sign, tearing holes in the oversized faces of the smiling models in the massive image.  Most of us finally look up, gaping at the weapons pointed in our direction...though I wonder how many of us really understand what's in store.

Not many, I think.  Most of the others keep dancing straight ahead...but with my long brown hair flying, I redirect my path and accelerate my movements, gyrating as fast as I can away from the field of fire.

My name is Laurette and I'm not ready to surrender, not now when we're so close to wherever this plague of ours has been leading from