The Hungriest Zombie Comic Book Kickstarter

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The Hungriest Zombie Kickstarter is now live!!! Most of you probably already know all about Ed and his story. But for those of you who may just be visiting, here’s a quick rundown of The Hungriest Zombie Kickstarter:

The Hungriest Zombie is a 24 page comic book that tells a humorous story about a zombie cursed to wander mindlessly in search of the warm, meaty flesh of humans, after a severe case of gingivitis destroyed all of his teeth. Without his teeth to tear through skin, Ed is merely half the zombie he could be. The tale follows Ed as he shambles his way through the streets of his post-apocalyptic hometown Morristown, Tennessee on the hunt for something, or someone, to cure his insatiable undead hunger. The comic is done in a “grainy” black and white style, paying homage to George A. Romero’s classic “Night of The Living Dead”.

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The comic is written by myself, and the artwork is done by the talented Jason Notter.

We’re offering a bunch of awesome rewards to everyone who helps us bring this comic to life. Here’s a list of everything that we’re offering:

Kickstarter Reward Picture Level 1 Rewards 2 copy

So if I still have your attention and you wanna help, click on the link below to go straight to the Hungriest Zombie Kickstarter page and choose your reward level. You can also help simply by sharing this link and helping us spread the word:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jasonthacker/the-hungriest-zombie

Let’s see if we can help feed poor ‘ol toothless Ed!

 

 

 

A Quick Update

Ahh, the ol’ blog. I’ve been away for quite some time, so I wanted to stop by and make a quick post to let you all know I’m alive and kicking. If you haven’t heard, my first published short story, The Hungriest Zombie is gonna be a comic book soon! I’m working with Dead Are Alive cover artist, Jason Notter on my dream project. The script has already been written and Jason N. is hard at work on the artwork. We’re getting closer and closer to the finished product and I’ll be posting some of the artwork very soon. We’re gonna be running some awesome contests to celebrate the release too with some great prizes and goody’s to give away. The comic is gonna include extra some stuff that isn’t in the original short story, like a scene with Ed and his daughter, Lacey at his home right as the zombie outbreak is first happening. If you haven’t read the story yet and wanna check it out now, I just published it as a stand-alone ebook that you can get for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING on Smashwords! It’ll be avaliable on Barnes & Noble, Sony, and iTunes in the next few days… for FREE also!

Right now I’m at work on a new short story to submit to an upcoming anthology. I’ve got tons more things that I’ve had sitting on the back burner for a while now. So now it’s time to get to work and get this stuff out there for you guys. Sooo…. I’m off to get to work. Ohh yeah!

Mothman Photos! Kinda…

Well hello there! I’m glad you’re here! Dead Are Alive is now avaliable in Paperback and Kindle versions. So if you haven’t had the chance to check it out yet, here is where you can find it.

Since I have finally got Dead Are Alive out there for you guys, I wanted to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. I’m re-releasing The Mothman Isn’t Real, The Remedy, and King and Other Chilling Tales! The new versions of Mothman and The Remedy have some problems fixed that were in the first versions and also updated covers. King has been updated too with some of the grammar fixed in it. You’ll find them all on Amazon still.

Since these titles are being re-released I wanted to do something kinda special for you guys. Recently, me, my wife Tiffany, and my parents took the boat out and I happened to bring my camera with me. So I want to share some pictures and actually show you the setting for The Mothman Isn’t Real! The place is, as most of you may already know, Fishtrap Lake, here in Pike County, Ky. So hopefully this will help you feel a little more connected to the story since you’ll actually see what Sam and Darryl saw on that fateful night… but in the daylight. :) Here they are!

A Crane flying above the water.

Mothman?

A view of the narrow backwaters of FIshtrap where Sam and Darryl were fishing.

View of the dock and powerhouse, where the game wardens brought Sam and Darryl after their encounter.

Powerhouse for the dam.

Fishtrap dam.

Fishtrap dam was built not so long ago in 1968.

Shot of the narrow water way and wooded banks along the lake.

Some flowers growing at the water’s edge.

Imagine seeing those glowing red eyes chasing you!

Some of the mountains surrounding Fishtrap lake.

My beautiful wife, Tiffany and I.

 

And that’s it! I hope you enjoyed taking a peek at the actual setting for one of my stories. To kick things off for the re-release, The Mothman Isn’t Real will be up for FREE on Amazon from August 1st until the 3rd. So if you haven’t checked it out, this would be a great time to grab a copy. And if you have, then please spread the word and let everybody know.

Thank you so much to all of you for your continued support! Even just by stopping by and having a look at my pictures really means a lot to me. You guys are awesome! But until next time, take care!

Dead Are Alive Prologue

I just accepted the proof copy of Dead Are Alive today. It’ll be available on Amazon next week! I honestly can’t believe it’s finally here. Many of you already know just how long it has taken to get to this point, so it feels like a hard earned victory. Now, to the good stuff that I promised last week for this blog post… Here is the entire prologue for Dead Are Alive. No, this is not just a tiny sample, this is the whole shebang. I hope you enjoy!

DEAD ARE ALIVE

PROLOGUE

Percy McAndrews would normally be a drunken mess after a fishing trip at the river, or at any other time for that matter, but this hadn’t been his normal empty-handed trip. He proudly carried ten fish on a string over his shoulder. Percy’s mouth watered at the thought of the fish sizzling in a frying pan later that night. It would be the biggest dinner he’d ate in quite some time. He whistled as he walked across the wooded ridge top on the way back home to Hazel. A soft breeze blew through his white, dirty hair and scruffy, white beard. Water still dripped from the fish and drenched the back of his blue, button-up shirt. Percy’s brown, tattered pants, rolled up to the knees, revealed his scrawny legs. The grass felt cool against his bare feet; a more welcomed feeling compared to the sharp, pointed rocks he crossed down by the river.

Percy came to a sudden stop when he heard what sounded like a woman’s scream. He stood still as the scream once again echoed up from the small grassy meadow right below. Percy ran behind a large tree that overlooked the meadow. Four men stood in a circle around another man, who tugged on an old woman’s hair as she lay face down on the ground.

“Come on, granny! Scream so the whole town can hear!” said the tall, muscular man as he pulled the woman’s long, gray hair even harder. Percy recognized the woman as her head snapped back. It was Reverend Hopkins’ wife, Gwen.

Percy whispered to himself, “What are they doing with the Reverend’s wife out here?” He nervously licked his lips and glanced all around. “I gotta help her.” Percy took a step from the tree. “Who am I kidding? They’d stomp me into the ground. I need help.” He eased back into hiding.

The man leaned down and forcefully kissed Gwen on her lips. Her screams continued to echo through the woods. He held Gwen under the chin as she struggled to move her face away. The other men cheered like savages as Gwen begged the man to stop.

Suddenly the man jumped up as he shouted, “She bit me! The old hag about bit my lip off!” Percy was close enough to see the blood running down the muscle-man’s chin. Gwen tried to crawl away.

Another man with a long scruffy beard laughed as he said, “I don’t blame her, who’d wanna kiss you anyways?” He walked over, grabbed one of Gwen’s legs, and pulled her back to him. “Where you think you’re going, woman? I think you need to be taught a lesson in manners.” 

The muscular man smiled with his bloody teeth. “Teach her!”

All of five of them ganged up and started kicking Gwen all over her body. She screamed in agony as the men relentlessly pummeled her.

“That’s it. This has gotta stop.” said Percy as he started toward the gang. Just as Percy stepped from behind the wide tree, he noticed a large man on a horse approaching them. Percy took cover once again and watched the horse come closer to the group. Percy squinted his eyes. “Uh-oh boys. You’re in for it now. That’s Sheriff Wellman coming.”        

Sheriff Wellman was known for the noticeable attire he always wore. He had on a bright red jacket and matching vest over a white shirt. His black pants matched the leather hat on his head. He kept a thick, neatly trimmed, gray mustache that ran all the way down to his chin. 

The men finally stopped their attack as the horse came to a stop. Percy saw the anger on Sheriff Wellman’s face.

Wellman looked at each of the men in disgust as he said, “What do you idiots think you’re doing?” The men looked at each other, embarrassed.

Gwen could barely move, she gasped for air as she whimpered, “Sheriff. Thank goodness.”

Just then, the man with the hooked-nose spoke up in a raspy voice, “We were just having a little fun, Sheriff. Don’t be mad.” He seemed to be the leader.

Sheriff Wellman threw his hands in the air. “Fun? I thought I was clear when I last spoke with you boys.”

The hook-nosed man looked around at his other comrades, then down at Gwen, who still struggled to get to her feet. “Sheriff, we didn’t do anything wrong. We did what you asked.”

Sheriff Wellman rolled his eyes as he shook his head. “You moron. I specifically told you not to get caught!” He pointed down at Gwen. “That right there is Reverend Hopkins’ wife!”

The leader bit his bottom lip. “Well, she was there when we got inside. We had to bring her with us or else we’d been caught for sure.”

Wellman gritted his teeth as he looked to the sky and mumbled curse words. The men stood there and looked at their leader uneasily.

“So when do we get our pay for this, Sheriff?” asked the man. Gwen managed to rise to her knees, and struggled to stand up. Sheriff Wellman watched as he seemed to think of an answer for the man.

“Shew,” said Wellman as he reached down for the pistol hanging from his belt. He drew it from the holster and fired one quick shot at Gwen. Blood sprayed as she instantly fell limp and hit the ground.

Percy felt a cold chill rush down his spine as he watched Gwen‘s body collapse. “What?” His body started to shake. “Why in the world would Sheriff Wellman kill Gwen?”

As Wellman placed his gun back into its holster he asked, “Now where’s the money?”

The hook-nosed leader looked to the shortest one of the men and nodded. The short man untied a cloth bag from the saddle on his horse and handed it up to Wellman.

“I suspect all of it’s here?” asked Wellman.

The leader nodded. “Of course it’s there, Sheriff. Now when do we get to see our part of it?”

Wellman placed the rugged cloth bag inside a brown, leather saddlebag. “When the job’s done.” The men seemed confused. “Get rid of her and we’ll talk payment. I can’t have the blood of the preacher’s wife on my hands along with a church robbery. Meet me at the jailhouse around noon tomorrow; unless she hasn’t disappeared. I don’t want to see none of you until then!”

The men looked at Wellman with long faces. Their leader replied, “Sure thing, Sheriff. We’ll see you tomorrow at noon then.”

Wellman turned his horse around as he said, “Don’t get caught this time!” He started on his way back toward Hazel as the men dragged Gwen’s lifeless body across the ground.

Percy dropped his fish and ran in the other direction. His heart pounded as he started to envision the men catching up to him and killing him too. Percy knew he needed to tell somebody about what just happened, but with the sheriff involved, he wasn’t sure who.

And that’s it! Keep an eye right here, my Facebook, or Twitter because as soon as the book is avaliable, I’ll let you know. Until next time, take care!

New Dead Are Alive Update

Well, it won’t be long now! I feel like I’ve been saying that for years about my book, “Dead Are Alive”. But this time, I’m talking a week or two, tops. The second proof copy is on its way right now, and I’m not expecting any issues to pop up with this one. I’ve got the files for the ebooks ready to go. I’m hoping to have all of the versions available at the same time, so I’m holding off on uploading the ebooks at the moment. This way, nobody should be left waiting on the version of the book they want, ebook or print. Since Facebook has started the new thing where page owners have to pay to have their posts visible to all of their fans, I’m not sure if many of you have had the chance to check out the cover yet. If not, here ya go!

 

The book will be available in print for $12.99 and ebook for $2.99.

Here’s a quick sample from a scene involving Deputy Sid Hansen and some of the town’s survivors as they stop to devise a plan.

“Where did they all come from?” yelled Sid as he and the other men ran through the streets.

 Felix looked behind him to check one more time. “Those guys were dead earlier!” screamed Felix. The men ran down an alley way trying to outrun the horde of ghouls behind them. Dave Wither turned around and fired two shots at their pursuers.

 “They won’t die!”

 “Buddy, I don’t know if you were listening or not, but those people already died!” replied Felix.

 “Ain‘t no way!” commented Dave as they ran out the other side of the alley.

 Sid ran toward Randal’s Mercantile. “Guys, in here!” The four men raced inside. Once everyone entered the building the deputy slammed the door shut.

 “Get something to block this door!” said Steven Jones as he frantically looked around the store. As Sid and Steven pushed against the door with all of their body weight, Felix, Ronald, and Dave scoured the store for anything heavy enough to hold the door shut.

 Ronald found a heavy wooden display table near the counter. “Come help me!” demanded Ronald. The two men ran to help Ronald. Numerous pieces of fine porcelain figurines and glassware covered its rugged surface. Felix and Dave shoved everything off of the display. The valuable goods shattered as they hit the wooden floor. The three men then lifted the table and started moving it to the door. The glass and porcelain debris crunched under their heavy feet as they tried to hurry before the monsters broke through the door.

“Watch out.” Ronald said as the men came close to the door. Sid and Steven quickly moved away from the door.

Once the hefty table was in place, Deputy Hansen pulled his hat off and wiped the sweat from his brow as he said, “Alright, that should hold ‘em for now.” He placed his hat back on his head and continued. “And you say those people were dead earlier?”

Felix held his hands on his hips and looked up at the ceiling, trying to rest. “Yeah. Every one of ‘em.”

Sid scratched his head as he looked around the room. He tried to process everything that had happened up to that point–no matter how unbelievable. Nothing was too far-fetched to overlook anymore. He thought out loud. “Maybe it’s some kind of sickness.”

Steven, who was visibly unnerved by all of the events said, “It’s sick, alright!”

Dave stood by the counter with his arms folded. “It could be, Deputy. Cause those people out there right now got bit by those kids.” he said.

Sid was trying hard to believe everything. “Do you guys know for sure if they were actually dead or not?” he asked.

“Can’t be real sure, Deputy, but usually when somebody’s injured that bad they don’t live very long.” said Ronald as he looked around at the other men.

Sid rubbed the back of his sweaty neck. “That’s true, but it would just make a lot more sense to me if they were laying there alive.” he admitted.

“There ain’t nothing making much sense right now, Deputy. Dead or alive, it don’t much matter. They’re still eating people.” said Felix. He looked over Sid’s shoulder and noticed the table inching away from the door. The corpses outside were shoving the door, trying to make their way inside. “And if we don’t get out of here, we’re next on the menu.”

“That’s great.” said Sid as he looked for a way out.

Steven ran to the back of the store and yelled, “Over here! We can get out back this way.” The others followed as the table scooted further from the door. As the group gathered at the back door, Sid began explaining what they needed to do next.

“Alright boys, we’ve all agreed that this is some kind of sickness, right?”

Ronald nodded. “That’s the best thing we can figure right now.”

“We need to get out of town and try to make it to Whittlersfield to get help. Maybe we can get enough people to come back to Hazel. Hopefully with enough of us, we’ll be able to do something about all of this.” explained Sid.

Ronald shook his head and asked, “What about everyone back at the jailhouse?”

Sid nodded. “They’ll all be safe where they are. There ain’t no way anything will be able to get inside of that place. It’s a lot safer in there than running around out here.”

Ronald nervously rubbed the side of his unshaved face. “I don’t know, Deputy. Whittlersfield is an awful long way.”

“I know, but it’s the closest town. We have to do something, Ronald or else we’re all gonna wind up just like them people out there.” Sid stepped up to Ronald, placed his hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “I promise your family is gonna be okay. I understand you’re worried, but we gotta do this for us all.”

Ronald stood silent for a moment looking at the floor of the mercantile. He began nodding his head in approval. “Alright, let’s go.”

Sid patted Ronald on his back and asked, “Anybody else got any questions? I know it’s a long trip, but it’s our only choice.”

Dave looked back at the front door. “They‘re about to get in here! We need to move!” Everyone else looked; the corpses outside nearly had the table pushed completely away from the door. Many of them had their arms and hands reaching inside. A few ghouls had their faces pressed against the crack between the door, chomping their teeth. The dead groaned and grunted as they used their sheer strength in numbers to push the sturdy wooden door.

“Go. Now!” screamed Sid.

 

That’s it for now. I’ll be posting the Prologue in its entirety in a few days, so check back and watch for updates on Twitter and Facebook (If you see them there that is. ;) ) As I mentioned earlier, due to Facebook’s new policies, only about 10% of people that “like” a fan page will see the status updates. This is to force artists/clubs to spend money to “promote” their posts on this site/network. In order to see all posts and notifications just click/hover over the ‘Liked’ button (beneath the cover photo) & activate the ‘show in news feed’ option. This will allow you to see all of the posts. You can apply the same action to any other pages you want to continue to keep updated on. So if you’d like to keep receiving updates through Facebook, just do this. :)

I’m gone for now. Til next time, take care!