The Dead Have Ruled the Earth for 200 Years

The new book by Noah Mullette-Gillman is out today.  I’ve decided to post the blurb and a teaser for fun.


Two hundred years after  humanity was forced to abandon Earth to the zombie hordes, three humans  descend in great armored battle-suits into a world populated only by the ravenous and rotting undead. They will gun down as many hundreds and  thousands of the monsters as necessary in their fight to retrieve the  most important possession we left behind.

Too bad one of them is an idiot.

The Dead Have Ruled Earth for 200 Years is not a love story. It is not a  work of spiritual mythology. It is bleeding and biting, cutting and  explosions; a written rocket of death and disfigurement, with all  humanity’s future at stake. Get ready for a white-knuckled descent into  the worst of all possible nightmares. Two centuries after the end of the world, it may be the last story of humanity’s battle to survive.

And here’s an excerpt from “The Dead Have Ruled the Earth for 200 Years.”

A howl announced their arrival. The heralding scream continued on and on, longer than most people would have been able to hold the note. As the monster screamed, infected began pouring into the room. Some of them came from the doors above, a few from the portal they had used to come into the entryway. The two groups arrived simultaneously, almost as if they had been choreographed.

A man and a woman stumbled their way forward, attached at their skulls like conjoined babies. She looked to have been in her late forties, and he was perhaps eighteen or nineteen. The side of his head was bleeding near her mouth, almost of if she had been trying to slowly gnaw herself free.

A large Hispanic man burst though the upstairs door. His left arm was completely missing. Black char was visible just above his elbow, suggesting that it had been burned away. He wore a New York Yankees T-shirt.

Behind him was another man. This one’s face was almost entirely covered with scabs. One of his eyes looked shut by the swelling and crusting, the other was only half-open. For some reason, he carried a potted plant, which he held to his chest as if trying to protect it.

The face of another woman was visible just behind him. Her teeth were out. Her eyes were red and the muscles of her face were twisted and contorted with a shaking and furious anger.

Dix readied his walking stick, as another three of the monsters came rushing in from the door on the ground level.

Catherine took out her knife and moved closer to Dix. He suddenly looked very vulnerable and unprotected without a shirt on. All of that pink and perfect flesh was just waiting for one of the infected to bite down upon it.

He crashed the silver handle of his walking stick down across the forehead of a skinny man with long brown hair and a black beard. The thing’s brow burst red and he fell down.

Dix turned and jabbed the end of the stick into the stomach of a woman with filthy blonde hair. One of her front teeth was missing. A tattoo of a bird was half-visible above her torn shirt. Dix turned and hammered his fist into the side of her mouth, and then brought the silver end of the stick down like thunder against her nose and eyes.

Catherine hesitated, watching the monsters storm in from both doors. She adjusted her hold on the knife.

The conjoined couple looked like they might fall over one another on their way down the staircase, but at the last moment the man grabbed ahold of the handrail and righted them.

The scabbed man with the potted plant almost leapt over the pair on his way down. He was looking at Dix. Catherine gritted her teeth and got herself ready.

The first man whom Dix had knocked down began reaching for Dix’s leg. The space-man growled like a dog and put his foot down on the zombie’s head. He then kicked his victim twice in the face, knocking the monster back. As he did so, two more undead raced through and grabbed him by the arms. One of them bared her teeth and began to move her face towards his arm.

Shouting out something like, “Naw,”Catherine jumped up and hit the one on Dix’s right arm with her knife. She didn’t strike hard enough to break through, but she smacked the creature in the side of the head, which knocked it a short distance further away from Dix.

Dix grabbed the one Catherine had hit and threw it at the man on his left, causing them both to fall back, tumbling over each other’s bodies.

By then, the diseased man with the potted plant was upon them.

Without thinking, Catherine grabbed the edge of the pot and cast it to the side, spilling the dirt across the hospital floor, as she jabbed the knife under his ribcage and right into his heart. She retrieved her hand and noted the dark red paint which now covered it. She had been thinking about a special she’d seen in which Aztec priests had used to kill their sacrifices with a single strike under the ribs, but she never imagined she could actually do it herself.

Catherine looked down and saw just a hint of shining metal where her weapon had become enveloped inside of her victim’s body cavity.

She looked up and saw the angry zombie with teeth flashing, only a few inches from her face. The monster was shouting and cursing at her in the meaningless language of the dead.

Without asking her opinion, Catherine’s nails pulled her hands up and wrapped themselves against the monster’s throat. She cracked the woman’s skull on the hard marble tiles.

As she stood again, she watched Dix, now on the landing above, swinging his stick against the faces of the dead above her.

You can find the full story on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/Dead-Ruled-Earth-Years-ebook/dp/B008ZW08UW/ref=tmm_kin_title_0

-Kim

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