Zombie Evolution

By Brenda Renee Seaton

Every wondered if Zombies were not just dead and decaying corpses, but rather an evolutionary track on which man kind either evolves or devolves. check out this exciting new book. It will make you think and question what zombies really are.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: May 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781532087424

Brenda Renee Seaton

PSA NOTES 05.24.2021 Please use mockup 3 =================================== Brenda Renee Seaton. Age 44. Is a first time published author who is the mother to one daughter. She was born in Wichita Falls, Texas. She currently resides in Denver, Colorado. 03/31/2021: Brenda Renee Seaton.Is a first time published author who is the mother to one daughter. She has two sisters and one brother.She was born in Wichita Falls, Texas. She currently resides in Denver, Colorado with her husband. Writing has always been a passion of hers. So sit back and enjoy this refreshing look on zombies.

Book preview

Chapter 1

8:45 a.m. May 25, 2025, a White House at the End of a Cul de Sac

H ey, Luce, whatcha doing?

Lucy Johnson looked up from the book she was reading on the porch swing of a charming white house with a picket fence. What’s up, Sammy?

Walking briskly up the walkway was Lucy’s best friend, Samantha Crews. Samantha, or Sammy as her friends called her, had a bright smile and pigtails. She liked wearing overalls and tennis shoes. The two were as different as night and day. Lucy was a girl through and through; she always wore dresses and always had her chestnut hair styled as though she were in a beauty pageant.

Just thought I’d see if you wanted to go to the fair in town today, Sammy said as she bounced up the stairs and plopped down on the swing next to Lucy.

Lucy looked at her best friend of thirteen years—they had been friends since they were in diapers, and said, Looks like rain today.

What do you mean? The weatherman said it was going to be sunny and clear all day today. Not a cloud in the sky.

Lucy looked at her friend; her eyes changed from beautiful green to golden, and Sammy knew what this meant—Lucy was getting a feeling. Since they had been little, Lucy had an uncanny way of noticing or predicting when something bad was about to happen, and that would make her eyes change color. Sammy would never admit it, but that was the one thing about Lucy that scared her. What’s going on? What do you feel?

A feeling I’ve been getting for a while now. Something’s coming. Not sure what, but I don’t think anything will ever be the same again.

Sammy shivered at that statement.

Clouds suddenly began to form and thunder resonated. Sammy jumped, and Lucy quietly chewed on her tongue. They got off the swing, walked to the edge of the porch, and looked up at dark, angry, gloomy, and frightening clouds. Sammy stepped off the porch to get a better look at the clouds, but Lucy grabbed her hand and pulled her back on the porch.

Ouch! Why’d you do that?

Sorry, but I don’t think you need to be out there without cover.

Sammy looked at her best friend again and saw that her eyes had become an even darker hue of gold.

Trust me, Sammy. We need to stay here today. Let’s just watch some TV.

Sammy knew better than to question Lucy.

10:30 a.m. May 25, 2025, Haven Hospital

Code blue—room twenty-three, came a voice over the intercom. Dr. Jessica Matthews raced through the corridor of Haven Hospital to the room where an elderly patient was in v-fib. A nurse brought in the crash cart.

Charge to one hundred, Jessica said as she placed the paddles on the patient’s chest. Clear. The patient’s body jumped as the current moved through her body. Jessica looked at the monitor and saw no sinus rhythm. Charge to two hundred.

The nurse turned a knob on the cart and nodded at the doctor.

Clear.

Again, the current coursed through the patient’s body. The monitor still showed no signs of a normal sinus rhythm.

Charge to four hundred. Clear.

The electricity caused the patient’s body to jump again, but the sinus rhythm was still flat. I’m calling it. Time of death, May 25, 2025, at 10:45 a.m. Nurse Prichard, where is the family?

In the waiting room down the hall, Doctor.

Doctor Matthews picked up the chart, made a note, and calmly walked out the door. She took a deep breath and entered the waiting room. The family—three men of various ages and two women—had been crying. I’m sorry was all Jessica could get out before the women started wailing.

The men quickly moved to console them. The older gentleman, whose hair was slightly gray, said, Thank you, Doctor. I’m sure you did all you could. My mother was seventy-seven.

Jessica pursed her lips and gave him a quick nod. She shook his hand. I’ll leave you to console your family. Your mother will be moved to the morgue. It will take a few minutes. You can make arrangements to have your mother transported to the funeral home.

Thank you. He walked back to his family.

Dr. Matthews briskly walked out the door and ran into her husband, who was also a doctor. Thomas, what are you doing in this wing?

Is that how you greet your loving husband of ten years? He laughed at the startled look on her face.

Sorry. I just had to deliver bad news to a family that their loved one just died.

I know. I ran into Nurse Prichard. I came to find you. You usually get a little upset after you’ve seen a family.

It’s the one part of the job I don’t like.

Thomas engulfed his wife in a hug. She laid her head on his chest and tried not to cry. She had always been a little emotional, and being six months pregnant, her emotions were tending to run a little higher than normal. Jessica moved out of his embrace.

Thomas laid a hand on her swollen belly. How’s the little one today?

Jumpy. She keeps kicking me in the ribs.

The smile on Thomas’s face widened at his wife’s need to refer to the child growing inside her as a she.

What? Jessica tried not to laugh at the amused look on her husband’s face.

He stroked his beard. You still insist we’re having a girl?

Mother’s intuition.

He laughed and winked at her. Uh huh.

She playfully hit his chest, which caused him to laugh harder.

You know all I want is a healthy, beautiful child, but having someone to play catch with or throw a football to would be awesome to say the least, he said.

She gave him a half smile and a quizzical look. Are you saying a girl can’t do those things?

True, true. A girl, especially ours, would be able to do those things and so much more.

She smiled radiantly at the serious look on his face. Are you hungry?

As they were heading down the corridor, the lights flickered, and they heard a loud thunder. The power went off, but the backup generator kicked in, giving the corridor a more menacing look. All the machines went crazy at once. Nurses and doctors were racing to each room to see if any damage had been done. Within a few minutes, the nurses and doctors had reassured all the patients that everything was okay. Hospital activity returned to normal.

After checking on their patients, Thomas and Jessica headed to the cafeteria and caught a TV news report as they passed a room: Looks like it might rain today after all. Right now, it seems we’re having an electrical storm, but nothing to worry about. We’ll keep you updated on the weather conditions. Back to you, Dave.

1:00 p.m. May 25, 2025, a Home on Baker Street

Tara, where’s your brother?

Tara looked up from her bed and took off her headphones. I don’t know. I’m not his keeper. She rolled her eyes before putting her headphones back on.

Janice Simpson shook her head at her daughter and walked away. She had been up since the crack of dawn cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry for her family of five—Bill, her husband of twenty years and their three children, twins Tara and Shawn and the youngest, Becky, who had just turned three. The twins were a handful at age sixteen.

She looked around their modest, three-bedroom home and sighed. Lately, it seemed to her that all her family needed her for was to take care of them. They barely uttered two words to her unless it was, Mom, can you wash my uniform for football practice? or Honey, I’m hungry. What’s for dinner? Even Becky, who usually followed her around, didn’t seem to be interested in what she was up to anymore.

Janice sat at the kitchen table, laid her head down, and closed her eyes. The front screen door slammed shut. Shawn? Is that you?

In walked Shawn, who was five-eight, blond, and slightly buff from playing football and lifting weights. Yeah.

Where the hell have you been?

At Jacob’s. I spent the night, remember? It’s written on the kitchen board on the fridge.

She looked at the refrigerator door and read the dry erase board on it. She took a deep breath. So it is. I completely forgot to check there. But it also says you were going to be home hours ago. You have chores. It’s your turn to take out the garbage and clean your filthy room. Didn’t you hear the thunder?

Shawn whined, I just came home to change my clothes, get my football, and meet the guys at the park. The weatherman says it’s nothing to worry about. Please, Mom.

Maybe you should have come home on time.

Shawn bowed his head in defeat. Please, I’ll take out the garbage when I leave, and I’ll clean my bedroom when I get home.

Janice took a deep breath. She sucked on her teeth. She knew that was the most she’d get out of him. If she made him stay home, she knew he’d pitch a fit and his room would be messier than it already was. Fine, but I want a clean room tomorrow or you’re grounded for a month.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! said Shawn as he leaned over and gave his mother a kiss on her cheek. She gave him a half smile and a halfhearted laugh, and he quickly bounded up the stairs. Within five minutes, he was back with his football. He grabbed the trash and almost ran into his father as he headed out the door.

Hey! Watch where you’re going, son!

Sorry, Dad. Gotta run. Shawn sprinted to the trash can by the curb, pitched the garbage in, and took off to the park.

Smiling, Bill kissed his wife. Honey, I’m hungry. What’s for lunch?

Janice gave him an angry look and stomped out of the kitchen.

Bill was bewildered. What? What did I say?

1:45 p.m. May 25, 2025, Patton Park

Hey, Shawn, what took you so long?

Sorry. Mom made me take out the garbage and promise to clean my room tomorrow.

It’s cool, said a boy who was about Shawn’s age who was wearing blue Nike shorts and a blue jersey. There were ten boys altogether. Let’s divide up and play some football.

Two teams started playing touch football. Crackle went the thunder, and Shawn jumped. He shrugged it off. Boom! The thunder became louder and more sinister.

Jacob, Shawn’s best friend and quarterback of the Mason High football team, jumped and lost his footing. Ouch! He stood but realized his ankle wouldn’t support him.

Pete rushed over to Jacob’s side. Hey, guys, Jacob’s hurt.