Happy weekend everyone.  I just finished the first draft of the seventh book, A New World: Rampage, yesterday and am engaged in that wonderful world of editing.  I’ll hopefully be able to finish that in the next few days and send it off to the real editor.  I’ve long ago found out that I suck at editing.  At any rate, I’m hoping the finalized version will be out on Amazon toward the end of the month with the other distribution following a couple of weeks after.  I thought, however, that I would leave you with this little tease from the new book.  Keep in mind that it’s in draft form so forgive any errors.

The snarling face vanishes in a mist of dark spray. Its trajectory is altered and it sails between Henderson and me, landing on the floor with a heavy thud. Robert’s smoking barrel in my periphery tells me he just saved my bacon. However, this has allowed another night runner to follow and dive into the air, descending at a rapid pace directly at Robert. I still haven’t reloaded and he isn’t able to turn quickly enough.

I open up and scream a picture message of “NO!” The night runner’s expression, with its lips peeled back in a snarl revealing a set of broken teeth, changes to one of confusion. This does nothing to arrest its swift dive however. Timing it, I bring the butt of my M-4 up and slam it into the side of its face, feeling the jolt run up my arms and into my shoulder. It spins in mid-air, its body slamming into both of us crosswise high on our chests. The forceful impact knocks both of us off our feet and we land heavily across several other bodies lying on the floor.

The core of the night runner body is across my chest, effectively pinning my arms and me beneath it. Its chest lies across Robert. The night runner begins thrashing and squirming, growling in an attempt to get at him. Its face lies close to Robert but it can’t immediately get to him without shifting positions. That doesn’t prevent it from trying though. I feel the vibrations of a deep growl coming from the night runner. I try to get leverage with my arms but I can only wriggle like the foul-smelling creature on me. Next to me, I feel Robert struggling to do the same.

“Shoot it! Shoot the motherfucker!” I shout, thinking Robert might have his weapon free.

That’s at least what I’m calling the seventh book at this stage.  That may change as the story progresses.  However, I’m happy to say that I have started on the 7th book and just passed the 20,000 word mark.  That’s almost about a quarter of the way through as most of the books are between 90,000 and 100,000 words.  As far as a schedule for finishing?  Yeah, good question.  I have a few irons in the fire right now so the writing is not my usual daily average.  However, that may pick up soon.  I am hoping to finish, or be close to being finished, toward the end of March.  We’ll see how that schedule pans out.

Mark Tufo and I have also started on our collaboration and I’m happy to say we are a fair ways into it.  It’s a lot of fun to write and if you haven’t read his Zombie Fallout series, you should.

Other little tid bits.  I’m working on getting the series out on audiobooks.  I have a publisher and narrator ready.  I’m wanting them more to be acted out so that is taking it a little longer.  Hopefully though, you should see that coming out within the next four months or so.  There are a lot of other things happening with the books which I’ll share at a later point when those parts are a little farther along the path.  It’s pretty cool though.

At any rate, I just wanted to share that the seventh is started so you hopefully won’t have to wait too long to read about the fine memorial services… wait, was that a spoiler?  hehe… jk… maybe.  As always, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews and messages.  You continue to humble me with your support. We are just a few weeks into the new year but I hope that it has been treating each and every one of you well!

 

John