The Zombie Sheriff

By Razor Blade

Ed Pool is a zombie and the sheriff of Colfax County who struggles to manage crime and those who seek to do him harm and remove him from office. Resurrected from a cholera epidemic that struck a wagon train along the Oregon Trail in 1843, the zombie sheriff now deals with the modern world of 1976 and the petty politics of small town life. Follow the adventure’s of the zombie sheriff and his deputies as they confront hatred and bigotry within the community as well as the crimes that plague rural America.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Razor Blade
• Release date: Dec 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370978946

Razor Blade

My first book was published 20 years ago and is on this site. It is called Morning Star. My style is over the top absurd and crazy, I can't write a boring book. I have explored many types of genre's and like to explore different ideas. My favorite subjects are religious in nature and often use God, angels and Demons as characters. I don't write cookie cutter books and I don't really read all that much. I am a creator more than a consumer. I know what I like and I don't feel I need to read other's works in order to plagiarize their themes and ideas. I don't agree that you have to be a reader to be a good writer, you just need talent and good imagination.

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Zombie Sheriff

Copyright © 2015 by Razor Blade  All rights reserved. 

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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 persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. 

Prologue

In 1843, a large wagon train of over eight hundred people set off on the Oregon Trail to the west to find new land to colonize. During this trip, a cholera epidemic struck at the intersection of the Snake River in Idaho and the Oregon Trail that wiped out over one hundred and fifty men, women and children. In order to stop the spread of the contagion, the bodies were quickly buried using the materials from the wagons and the contents they held. All in all, the spread was contained and the pioneers continued onward towards the west coast.

One hundred and twenty years later, a catastrophic flood covered southeast Idaho and filled the Snake River to overflow. The pressure caused the Teton dam to burst sending thousands of gallons of water downstream killing hundreds of people and thousands of cattle. The resulting catastrophe covered the now lost cholera graveyard with ten feet of water allowing the caskets to percolate to the surface and expose the once buried bodies again to the surface.

Months after the flood, bodies were still being found strewn along the countryside tangled in fencing and piled in ditches. They were then gathered up and buried deep enough to never see the light of day again in a new cemetery on higher ground. That is except for the three zombies found at a campsite feasting on a family of vacationing campers. The former pioneers were now the undead and surviving on their own until they were captured and held for study at the University of Idaho department of biology.

Twenty years later, the ACLU sued for the zombie’s civil rights and won the three their freedom. After two years of community college, the zombies were reintroduced into society as free people. One was immediately burned by an angry mob upon release and another ran for Sheriff of Pine Bridge Idaho. Once elected, the third zombie was hired as chief deputy. This is their story.

Chapter 1

October 16, 1976

Sheriff Ed Pool drove down the highway like he did every night checking for speeders, drunks and whatever came his way. He had been the Sheriff of Colfax County for two years and usually worked the evening shift by choice. This made it difficult for his staff to do the basic work needed at the department since he wasn’t around during the day, but it worked best for Ed. He liked the evening shift and that allowed at least one deputy to work days that would have had to work evenings.

Keeping an eye on the radar mounted to his dash, Ed kept track of the speed of the cars that drove past him in the other lane. His car was dirty brown with a rack of lights on top and could be easily seen from a distance. Most nights were slow, especially during the week, but tonight a car sped around him to his surprise and took off doing at least seventy in a fifty five mile and hour zone weaving in and out of the lane. Ed didn’t need his radar to know this car was doing something illegal and put on his lights and siren.

As he picked up speed, Ed caught up with the car and called the license into the dispatch. He had seen this car before and had an idea who it might be, but was surprised when he heard back from dispatch that the car belonged to a county commissioner, one of his bosses. What the fuck? Ed said out loud. The car pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. Ed kept his headlights on the car and gathered his ticket pad and flashlight.

Outside the car, Ed slowly approached on the driver’s side and shined his light into the window. What he saw was an obese woman digging through her purse looking for something. This made Ed very nervous. Ma’am, please put down your purse, Ed said.

The woman looked up at Ed and squinted in the bright light from the flashlight. I’m looking for my driver’s license, she replied. Her name was Anita Cole, the wife of county Commissioner David Cole.

Ok, Ed said, Take your time.

Anita pulled her driver’s license from her pocketbook and handed it to Ed. She looked up at the sheriff and saw his grey skin and white eyes. You’re that zombie sheriff aren’t you? Anita asked.

Yes ma’am, have you been drinking tonight? Ed asked.

What kind of a freak are you? Anita asked.

I’m asking the questions, Ed replied. Have you been drinking tonight? Ed smelled alcohol on the woman’s breath and she was acting erratic.

I had a few drinks at cards tonight, Anita replied. But I’m fine to drive.

I’d like for you to step out of the car, Ed said.

You’re kidding, I’m not getting out.

I need to do a field sobriety test and a breathalyzer.

You only have that contraption because my husband voted for the funds to buy it.

Yes, and I’m grateful for that, now will you please step out of the car.

No, I won’t, and when my husband hears about this, you’ll be out of a job.

Frustrated, Ed stood back for a moment to think. He could call dispatch, but there wasn’t another officer to send for backup. His other choice was to haul this woman out of the car