Footsteps of the Undead

By Jamie Horwath

Candice has to escape Las Vegas before the military firebombs the strip to contain a massive horde of flesh-eating undead humans. Follow Candice on her journey as she begins to discover the origin of this nightmarish occurrence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481759793

Jamie Horwath

Jamie Horwath resides in North Eastern Pennsylvania. He attended Penn State University during the nineties. After college he worked a series of odd jobs until he took a sales position for an employment agency. In 2011 Horwath released his first book, Extinction Chronicles, and since then has released five more. The works comprised of short stories, novellas, and novelette's. His newest work is a novel completing the story that began as a short titled The Observer. Horwath's writing stays within the genres of science fiction, horror, and fantasy. His newest work is a cross genre piece across all three categories. Jamie's dog, Storm, a beagle is still hounding him.

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Published by AuthorHouse 5/29/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-5979-3 (e)

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Contents

Swimming with the Sharks

AM Radio

A Brief Interlude

Strange Days

Nice Pair of Wings

Moles

The Voice Inside

Conversations Best Left Unheard

New Ownership

Three Days Later

Swimming with the Sharks

THE VIDEO CAMERA CLICKED ON and began to record, safely resting on a tripod in a large entertainment room of the Messiah Penthouse in Las Vegas, Nevada. A tall blonde woman sat in front of the camera and began to give a somber speech as the afternoon sunshine beamed through large bulletproof glass windows of the penthouse.

Hello, my name is Candice Reynolds, and this is my last video entry. My working name is Candy, and I’m a hooker—well, I used to be until the shit broke loose. I took a trick two weeks ago with this washed-up actor. Everything was very discreet and kept on the down low. I guess the guy didn’t want the tabloids getting a sniff of his fetishes. This trick wanted to dress up like a baby and have me spank him while I fed him milk with a bottle. I figured, ‘Hey, if he is willing to pay one thousand dollars, then I’m up for anything.’ It was the following morning when the shit started to go down. The first thing we saw came across on the news. People started to go insane and attack one another—not just attack, but kill and eat. The news reported acts of cannibalism across the city and suggested people remain behind locked doors. Supposedly, military assistance was on the way. It’s been two weeks now, and we are still waiting on that … said Candice as she sank back on a black leather sectional and slowly lit a menthol cigarette. She looked at the pack and noticed she had only five smokes left.

You might be wondering what happened to my actor trick. He killed himself three days ago. The fucker jumped out the window and splattered all over the cement. Those things were on his corpse in a matter of seconds. They picked his body apart like they were at an all-you-can-eat buffet, fighting over the organs and flesh like a bunch of zombies. Candice laughed at this last bit.

Yeah, that’s right—Candice laughed again—zombies. Except this wasn’t like the movies. I watched the cops try to stop these things with guns. Nothing would bring them down. They would try shooting them in the head like in those movies, but that didn’t work. The only way to stop these things was to dismember them so they couldn’t come after you or to cut their heads clean off their bodies. They moved fairly slow, at least some of them. I’m assuming most of them came from the graveyards. These were the ones that moved slowly. The people who got bit and turned into one of them moved fast and really caused problems for everyone. Their muscles weren’t deteriorated like the ones from the grave. The news stopped broadcasting last night. They called for a full-scale evacuation of the city area. Apparently, an air strike is coming in three days. The army or what’s left of it is going to napalm the entire city to contain the creatures. I’ve checked on the Internet, and this is going on all over the country, making all the cities death traps. So much for the good old USA as we know it. Candice laughed again as she took another drag from her smoke.

"I’ve decided to leave this video diary in case some one finds it. At least there might be some evidence I existed on the planet—not that anyone cares about a call girl, but anyway. I’m leaving the city tonight in