Guest Post: Greg P Ferrell #WinterofZombie


In honor of being a part of this year’s Winter of Zombie blog tour, here is a set of short stories written exclusively for the visitors to the tour. These were started back during the Summer of Zombie tour. They’re from the perspective of one Tony the Zombie and his personal gripes against us humans. Typed out by Greg P. Ferrell because really, have you ever seen a zombie use a keyboard? It’s not pretty.



A day in my dead life!

Chapter 6

By: Tony the zombie

Translated by: Greg P. Ferrell



Hello my scrumptious morsels, it is I, Tony the zombie, here back to talk to you about things that really grind my gears. Todays lesson will be the lack of self control you people have when you come face to face with me or one of my kind.


You know we are out here and you know we want to bite you. So why do you scream at us and hit us every time you come across one of us? It just boggles my maggot infested brain that after so long you still freak the hell out. Just the other day I came across two of your older offspring and between the loud screams and flailing arms I could barely hear the sound of their bones breaking as I sank my teeth into them. One of them even pulled out a sharp metal thingy and started sticking it into me. Thankfully one of my new brothers came along and removed his hand saving me from even more damage to my body. We just want to enjoy a nice meal, but we always have to put up with so much screaming and brutality.


Personally I don’t remember making that much noise on the day that I was brought over to this side, then again I don’t remember much at all from my former life to be fair though. I’m sure that when my time came I sat their and respected my attackers desire for a peaceful meal and didn’t do any of the things that I experienced just the other day.


Please realize that the entire world out here is our dining room and we deserve to be shown some respect in it. I imagine that before the whole apocalypse thing happened, you probably went out to eat somewhere and it always irritated you to no end when some other family would show up with their little offspring and they would run around and scream in the restaurant. Well that’s how we feel when you scream at us.


So please respect us out here and we will respect you inside those big boxes you hide in. Oh wait I’m being told that we can’t agree to that. Well apparently I was wrong about that last part so please disregard that, but still quit with the screaming and hitting. It’s just rude.


I’m Tony the Zombie and remember our slogan. Human the other white meat.

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Guest Post: Armand Rosamilia #WinterofZombie


Ending A Series


Relax, I’m not ending Dying Days just yet… but I am ending all of the secondary series parts running along with it. I find myself spread way too thin with so much writing to do in 2016 alone. I set aside about 400k to be written and if I did everything I wanted to do it would be upwards of 700k. Not gonna happen.

I also felt it was time to wrap up a few things and concentrate on the main Dying Days books. While I love all the secondary stories and characters, I felt it was distracting for me as an author. While some of my colleagues were working on book seven, eight or nine of their series, I was still on book six and only releasing one a year, even though I write a lot.

That’s why Highway To Hell 2 was the perfect release for me. It brought back character Randy after a five year hiatus from writing him in anything significant, and also allowed me to tie up a loose end in the Dying Days: Origins book. By combining the two stories I wrote a sequel to both I think readers will find satisfying.

For the foreseeable future there won’t be a third release in the Still Dying short story series, either. No third novella for the Dying Days Siege set, either. Not many short stories set in the world unless they end up as bonuses in a box set release or at the end of a main Dying Days book.

This will allow me to focus on getting Dying Days 6 out by the #SummerofZombie tour next June and Dying Days 7 out by next year’s #WinterofZombie blog tour. It might even look like I planned this out, right?

Look for all of these secondary Dying Days books to be released in the very near future as two separate box sets for a really great price.

And look for more of the main Dying Days stories for many years to come…


Armand Rosamilia

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Guest Post: Rob E Boley #WinterofZombie


Catching Up with Megan Hart:

An Author Who Apparently Can’t Run Very Fast but Writes an Amazing Zombie Epic


By Rob E. Boley


In an ever-rising ocean of zombie fiction, The Resurrected by Megan Hart stands out like a much-needed lighthouse beacon. Hart puts her own unique spin on the zombie genre, prefacing her zombie outbreak with tornadoes and freakish storms. These disasters herald purple and blue flowers that turn everyday folk into thrashing madmen and staggering ghouls. While Hart’s writing has many strengths, including some refreshingly real dialogue, she really shines with her sensory description. Whether the scene is gruesome, sexy, or shockingly both, she will put you in that moment with her skillful description.


What inspired you to write The Resurrected? Tell me a bit about the book’s origins.


I love zombies! Several years ago, I had this idea about a woman who, for one reason or another, was separated from her family at the time of a huge cataclysm — and how she would do anything to get back to her kids. Walk across the country, if she had to. The story started growing from there. Although I actually wrote part five of The Resurrected before I’d written anything else, because a friend of mine and I had gone out dancing one night and it was seriously like watching the zombie apocalypse happen. Only with bachelorette parties.


There’s no shortage of zombie fiction on the market. I can think of many things, but what—in your opinion—makes your collected serial stand out from the rest?


There’s a bit of a SF aspect to it, with the flowers/spores — rather than a virus, you’re actually infected with something more parasitic. Also, there is the element of consciousness that remains even after you’re resurrected.


Any favorite zombie books or movies that have influenced you?


Oh, all of them! Ha. The Puppet Masters by Robert A. Heinlein, Invasion of the Body Snatchers (two non-zombie stories) — Night of the Living dead, of course. Really any zombie fiction that I’ve enjoyed managed to influence me even if it was by thinking, “ok, I won’t do it that way.”


Any significance to the blue and purple color of the flowers?


I often have blue and purple hair.


So, let’s say the fit hits the shan and you find yourself in a zombie apocalypse. What’s your game plan? How does Megan Hart survive?


Oh, man, I don’t. I can’t run fast enough. So I’m pretty much dead right away. HOWEVER. If I did survive, it would be by scavenging and hiding out and being proactive in that sort of thing. I still think I’d eat dirt right away though.


The zombie sex scene. Wow. Just . . . wow. That was expertly written—an exquisite blend of the erotic and grotesque. How did that scene come to be?


Thank you! I’ve been writing erotic material forever, so when it came time to write that scene, I knew I wanted it to be beautiful and also gross, because…well, they’re dead and falling apart. On the other hand, the best sex always includes “the little death,” right? Love hurts. The characters in that scene had found each other in a bizarre way, the world was ending, yet at the heart of us all as humans is this base and primal need to get it on. It’s one of my favorite scenes.


You’ve populated The Resurrected with a solid cast of very real characters. With which of them do you most identify?


Oh…Abbie and Kathleen. Abbie for the love of her children that pushed her to do whatever she had to in order to protect them, and Kathleen because once upon a time I was in Ocean City, Maryland, wondering what on earth would happen if the crowd in front of me turned vicious. (I don’t think I’d last even as long as she did, though!)


Any plans to return to the continuity you created with The Resurrected?


I did write a companion story set in the same world, at the same time, which explores a bit more of what’s going on. It’s called Nothing Else Matters and it’s in the Hot and Haunted Anthology  ( — it’s erotic romance so full of sexy stuff, but I did revisit the world of The Resurrected. I’d thought about doing some more, too — a “what happens after”  piece that would take place, of course, after, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet. And there’s something about the end of the book that I found so completely satisfying that maybe there actually isn’t anything that happens after. Maybe that’s all there is.


You’re certainly not an author bound by any one shelf in the bookstore, with books ranging from historical to sci-fi to romance. Any other new genres that you haven’t yet explored but would like to in the future?


I have written in so many genres that I can’t think of one I haven’t tried that I would *like* to — I’ve never written a mystery but don’t think I’d be good at it.



What new projects—horror or otherwise—can readers look for from you in the months ahead?


My first full length horror novel, Little Secrets, will be out from Samhain Publishing in early 2016. It’s psychological horror.


Little Secrets


New beginnings. With a baby on the way and a new house, it seems Ginny Bohn and her husband Sean are on their way to a fresh start. But stretched financially by their new purchase and with undercurrents of past strain rearing up, strange occurrences seem determined to keep Ginny and Sean stuck in the past. Ginny begins to believe the house is possibly haunted…or that her husband is trying to gaslight her into thinking so. As Ginny researches the house’s former owner and the tragedy that happened there, it becomes clearer than ever that something is in the house with them. The question is, who, or what is it?


I have an erotic fiction release, Hold Me Close, out from Mira Books in December 2015, and it has some horrific elements in it.


Readers who like YA horror can check out my other two zombie books, Contaminated and Mercy Mode, written under the pen name Em Garner. And I’m writing more horror and mainstream fiction and romance and young adult and…lots of things!


Lightning Round:


On the rocks or neat?




Facebook or Twitter?




Breakfast or dinner?




Zombies or unicorns?


Oh man…I can’t choose!


Sketches or poems?


Poems, very bad poems.


Coffee or tea?




Zombies: shamblers or sprinters?


I’m a fan of the shambler, if only because that’s old school, but sprinters scare me more because I can’t run very fast!



About Megan:


Megan Hart writes books. Some of them use a lot of bad words, but most of the other words are okay.


She can’t live without music, the internet, or the ocean, though she and soda have achieved an amicable parting of ways. She can’t stand the feeling of corduroy or velvet, and modern art leaves her cold. She writes a little bit of everything from horror to romance. Find out more at, and



About Rob:

Rob E. Boley grew up in Enon, Ohio, a little town with a big Indian mound. He later earned a B.A. and M.A. in English from Wright State University in Dayton, Ohio.


He’s the author of The Scary Tales series of dark fantasy novels featuring mash-ups of classic fairy tale characters and horror monsters. His fiction has appeared in several markets, including A cappella Zoo, Pseudopod, Clackamas Literary Review, and Best New Werewolf Tales. His stories have won Best in Show in the Sinclair Community College Creative Writing Contest and the Dayton Daily News/Antioch Writers’ Workshop Short Story Contest.


He lives with his daughter in Dayton, where he works for his alma mater. Each morning and most nights, he enjoys making blank pages darker. You can get to know him better by visiting his website at




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The stench of frozen flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2015, with 40+ of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!

Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them!

#WinterofZombie is the hashtag for Twitter, too!

Guest Post: Peter Meredith #WinterofZombie


A question:

How could a zombie outbreak possibly occur in these United States? Do we not possess the mightiest army known to man?

Here is a little clue how it might happen from my latest book: The Apocalypse Crusade Day 2


At exactly half past six, the President’s Chief of Staff, Marty Aleman, received the daily security briefing, just as he had for the previous six months and, as always, he marked the President as “in attendance” though the old man was still snoozing away. It was a little white lie that hurt no one. Hearing the endlessly dire reports straight from the mouth of the experts about the Russians and the Chinese and Iranians and the seemingly endless number of terrorists, had given the President an ulcer in his first year in office. That was another little secret no one talked about; no one could know that the great man had any weaknesses. He felt he had to appear perfect from his shining, helmet-like hair down to his perfectly manicured toenails.

Marty would normally give him a watered down version of the threats facing the country right after the President ate breakfast. A servant would bring tea and coffee, the official photographer would snap pictures of him nodding sagely, and they would be interrupted a dozen times, but in the end, the President would get the knowledge he would need to face the reporters and he would get the advice he would need to get re-elected.

The advice was always the same: do nothing.

Who really cared if the Russians were gobbling up chunks of the Ukraine? What business was it of ours if the Chinese took over the South Pacific? And who were we to tell the Mullahs in Iran that they couldn’t have a nuclear bomb? Sure, these were issues that would have to be dealt with, but that didn’t mean they had to be dealt with now. The American people had spoken in three straight elections: they weren’t going to put out any effort to nip things in the bud if it didn’t affect them right at that moment.

This morning was different.

With his mirror-shined shoes snap-snapping urgently across the glossy, wood floors, Marty hurried from the West Wing to the Executive Residence. Normally, he gave the security briefing in the Yellow Oval Room, a spacious open room that was also used as a reception area prior to state dinners. That morning he bypassed it, heading through the West Sitting Hall and right to the President’s Bedroom.

A pair of Secret Service agents gave him a quizzical look, but said nothing as Marty began tapping on the door, lightly—the President didn’t care for loud, incessant knocking, even if it was an emergency. It made him high-strung and snappish.

Emanuel Geometti, the President’s butler, answered, again with little more than an inquisitive look—the President also didn’t care for whispering, it made him paranoid and he didn’t like it when people within earshot spoke to each other in a normal tone either—it interfered with his concentration, even if he was just picking out socks.

“It’s important,” was all Marty said as way of explanation to the butler.

“What’s important?” the President asked. He was seated on the end of the bed holding two pairs of socks: red for a touch of whimsy, or black for a serious day. He had been considering going with the red, but the early knock had him thinking otherwise.

“Emanuel, can you give us a minute?” Marty asked. When the butler stepped out into the hall, Marty explained the situation, and then when the President just stood there with his mouth hanging open, he went over it again. The word “zombie” hadn’t been uttered by Governor Stimpson and yet the concept was right there front and center. Marty did his best to downplay that side of the situation occurring in New York, but the President wasn’t a complete fool.

“What you’re describing is a zombie outbreak,” he said.

Marty nodded and shook his head, simultaneously so that he just sort of bobbled from the neck up. “Yes, but there is no way we can use that word. We’re going with infected persons.”

“Do we have proof of any of this? I mean real proof? A video or something?”

“We have a bunch of eye-witness accounts, including a National Guard general who did a personal reconnaissance in Poughkeepsie, but we don’t have a video beyond a few grainy and fleeting ATM camera shots that we can’t use. I’ve seen the pictures. They look somewhat like that Bigfoot hoax from a few years back.”

The President looked down at his socks, unable to come to a decision on which to wear. He needed his butler, just like he needed Marty. “So, what do we do?” That was the usual question he would ask after Marty’s daily briefing. The usual answer was “nothing.” The President was always “looking into it” or “conferring with world leaders” or “waiting on a comprehensive study.” And the people were always reassured that the President was ready to “tackle” the issue, whatever it might be, just as soon as he could.

Doing nothing would not work, not this time. The President had punted on Social Security reform, and welfare reform, and tax reform and pretty much everything of importance, but this wasn’t something he could leave for the next administration to clean up.

“We jump on it early,” Marty suggested. “We contain the situation and we find those responsible and hold them accountable.”

A pinched look collapsed the President’s face. The situation, if true, was unnerving, however the idea of “jumping on it” was even more so. There were so many consequences to actual action that it was mindboggling, especially to someone who couldn’t make up his mind which socks to wear.

“Do you mean we should send in the Army?” the President asked. “Because I-I don’t know about that. Is it even legal?”

Marty smiled in that benign way he had when speaking to the President, or to his four-year-old granddaughter. “Well, Sir, the Posse Comitatus Act basically keeps the military from performing any duties domestically that are normally assigned to local law enforcement. As an example, our armed forced wouldn’t be able to arrest any citizen attempting to break the quarantine. However, the National Guard can, as long as it’s not under the command of the regular Army.”

“So…so what does that mean? Do we use the army or not?”

“We should, but not yet. We can’t be too eager, especially since this is still New York’s problem.” Marty paused as he saw the President’s blank look. “It’s their problem because of the Stafford Act? You know, the act that authorizes the use of the military for disaster relief operations but only at the request of the state governor, which, as of yet, we have not been given. That being said, we should prepare for that contingency. With your permission, I would like to ready FEMA crews.”

“FEMA?” the President asked with some hesitation.

“Yes, FEMA. You’ll be seen fully in support with food and supplies and what not, but you won’t be getting your hands dirty. Someone’s going to catch bloody hell when the National Guard starts lighting up American citizens and that person can’t be you. So, that’s why I suggest FEMA.”

“Mmm, FEMA,” the President said, warming to the idea.

How do we lose a war with brainless zombies? We vote for brainless politicians!

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Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!

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Guest Post: Michael Robertson #WinterofZombie


A Love Letter to 28 Days Later


Not only do I think 28 Days Later is a great horror film, but I think it’s one of the greatest horror films of all time. For me, it’s up there with The Shining at the top of the genre.


I know that’s a bold statement, but here’s what I loved about it.


The film starts with a prologue that’s an introduction to the virus through an enraged chimp. While this shows us exactly what’s to come in the film, it only shows enough to whet the palette and doesn’t take away from the gut punch at the end of the next scene.


Much like The Walking Dead, 28 Days Later opens with the main character, Jim, waking up in a broken world. A cycling accident puts him into a coma. When he wakes up, the world as he knew it has gone. This concept has been used many times before–as in The Day of the Triffids for example. When done well, it allows the reader or viewer to feel the main character’s confusion and fear. We find the world through them.


In 28 Days Later, we get a tense exploration of a very different London. Maybe this film resonated more with me because I know the city well enough to recognise all the locations. To see the decimation of such an active place chilled me to the bone.


I love the missing posters in the opening montage. In what can only be a minute or two of film, we get to see so much back-story. Every poster had been pinned up by an individual during a time when people were lost and still had hope. A wall of missing loved ones are now just memories as even the people who’d put them up have gone.


Jim then finds a church. The congregation are all dead, or so it seems. After a tense introduction, the action sparks to life when we see two of the infected feeding on the corpses in the pews. They see Jim. The tension of that moment–as Jim waits up on a mezzanine in the church, and we can hear the footfalls of the infected–winds the entire set up tighter still. When a priest bursts through the doors, Jim utters the word ‘Father’. It shows–if not an adherence to religion–that he at least has it in his life enough to address the man in this way. It adds more weight to the fact that he has to kill him. The skulling of the priest with a bag filled with drinks cans kicks the film to life.


What a perfect way to set the tone for what’s to come. I think I held my breath for the entire time when I first watched it.


What follows, for me, is a masterfully told story that uses zombies sparingly. The anticipation is crippling, and when the infected do appear, it’s fast and violent. This movie is a paranoid, claustrophobic, tense, and wonderfully well-acted piece of cinema. My only regret is never getting to see it on the big screen.


On top of all of this, the film has an amazing soundtrack. I often listen to it when I’m writing.


I would argue that 28 Weeks Later has a better opening than 28 Days Later, but the movie didn’t live up to it like 28 Days did.


There are often rumours about Danny Boyle and Alex Garland returning to make 28 Months Later. Despite seeing the same piece of news showing up every year or two, I get as excited each time. I would love to see another sequel.


For anyone who wants more 28 Days Later in their life, the comic by Boom is great. It tells the story between the end of 28 Days Later and the beginning of 28 Weeks Later.


I’d love to hear your thoughts and if you have a favourite zombie flick?


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Michael Robertson is a writer of dark post-apocalyptic fiction, horror, and science fiction. He’s been writing for over fifteen years and has been published in several anthologies and magazines, as well as being published by HarperCollins.


His series of books entitled The Alpha Plague is a post-apocalyptic world inspired by 28 Days Later.


He has plans for several science fiction books and is currently writing the first draft of New Reality 3: Fear, which will finish off his New Reality series.


As a father of two young children, he writes when he can, which is mostly before they get up and after they’ve gone to bed.


He loves reading, writing, watching movies and spending time with his family.


To see more of Michael’s work, go to his website at:

Or his Amazon author page at:

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Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!

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#WinterofZombie is the hashtag for Twitter, too!

Guest Post: Kathy Dinisi #WinterofZombie


What made you become a writer?

   Well never in a million years did I think I would become a writer. Has it been easy? Nope haha, I’ve made a lot of mistakes with my first book.  But I feel I’ve learned from it and maybe even grew as an author.  But I always wanted to write a story, once I got the nerve to sit down and write…well I did.

How did you create your story’s?

I got the story Hell Bound (A Vacation from Hell)  thinking what would I do in a zombie apocalypse? How would I survive? How would my husband react?  Where would we go? What happens if we were not with our boys and how would we get back to them?  Book 2 Hell Bound (A world apart) just came to me.Book 3 Hell Bound (Til death do us part) will be released 2016. It will be the final book in this series.

What are you writing now?

      Currently I’m writing a Sci/fi series called Arrived it will be released January 2015. If you like Aliens this book is for you. So check back on my author page for updates.   And I will be starting book 3 in the Hell Bound series later this year.

When you write do you listen to a playlist and if so what is on it?

Heck yeah I do. I listen to theory of a deadman, Alice Cooper, Led Zeppelin, H.I.M., Dommin and many many more. I try to find music that goes with the genre I’m writing. It helps a lot.

Do you have a writing schedule?

Nope, just when I find the time. Between nursing school and the family life I barely make time to read a book. It’s all work and no play.

What helps you to write?

Watching a movie or reading a book in that genre helps a lot. Plus I enjoy junk food and a cold soda or beer while I write.

If you could co-write with any author who would it be?

No doubt about it I would love to co-write with Stephen King. That man is a master mind!


Would you want your book to be a TV Series?why or why now?

    Heck yeah! It would be awesome!!! Come on what author wouldn’t?

Favorite Genre? 

My favorite genre would be horror,fantasy and Sci/fi.

Are the names you come up with one’s you always wanted to name your children?

Yes, in Hell Bound (A Vacation from Hell) I used my boys middle name. In Book 2 A world Apart I always wanted to name my daughter Emily.

What character do you most relate to?

I most relate to Sam. I wrote that character thinking of myself and what would I do if I was in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.


Kathy Dinisi resigns in California where she is a mother and wife by day and a writer by night.  She is a first year nursing student. She spends most of her free time watching horror movies with her family and reading. She enjoys hiking, snow boarding, reading, horse back riding and many other out door activities. You can follow her on Facebook and Twitter.

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The stench of frozen flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2015, with 40+ of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!

Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them!

#WinterofZombie is the hashtag for Twitter, too!