Do we really need another zombie novel part 1? I sometimes wonder & on most author websites, it’s easy to find out who doesn’t have a 3-book zombie story...
Still, writer person Mark Scioneaux has embarked on such a challenge & with more blurbs than I have ever seen, has launched Hollow Shell: A Zombie Epic - Part One.
A bit about Mark, he is a black belt in karate & left the Rangers because they weren’t tough enough. He didn’t write I am Legend & wasn’t in the film. His hobbies include musical theatre & hard-core gun shows.
Anyway, back to the book. To be honest, sometimes blurb just puts me off. You get the same authors saying clever quips about virtually every book.
I prefer the real person comments. Here’s a few of them:-
“This zombie tale was a really fun, exciting, and emotional adventure. Mr. Scioneaux knows his zombie fiction. But more than that, he knows how to put the reader on the edge of their seat and give depth and emotion to the scenes. I cannot wait for the next instalment! Zombie fans will love it!” – that’s from one Amazon fan...
“Anyone who has ever survived or endured a difficult, life-changing event will be able to relate to "Hollow Shell," which makes its power over the reader much more poignant. This is a story of real horror, even if there are imaginary monsters. "Hollow Shell" promises a dramatic, action-packed story that will leave you wanting more” – good, good, me likey, likey.
Here at the Ministry of Zombies, we like real people feedback.
We got a sample from Hollow Shell: Part 1 here:-
“What have I done?” Chris said as he slid down the living room wall.
A faint trail of gray smoke rose from the gun, slowly dissipating into the atmosphere and stinging his running nose. His hands shook uncontrollably, so bad the gun almost fell from his limp grasp.
“Why, God? Jesus…Why?” he gasped, the tears starting to roll down his stubbly face.
With each passing moment, panic at the realization of what he had just done started to settle in. It was a sickening feeling developing deep in the pit of his stomach. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
Why am I calling out to God? he thought, as the idea of asking an all-mighty and benevolent creator for help had proved to be a waste of time. God didn’t seem to be present at the moment he put a bullet right between the eyes of his loving parents and once beautiful sister. Those same eyes that gazed down on him the day he was born. Eyes at one time filled with unconditional love, now glazed over in a pale aqua-blue glow. The look they once bore replaced with an insatiable hunger. Chris couldn’t let them live like that. His sister, so beautiful and caring; so young and full of dreams, had been turned into a deformed creature. There was nothing left of who she once was. The same sister Chris beat up a playground bully for. The same sister whose ice cream cone hit the floor and Chris readily gave her his. The thought of her pain made him tear up and the urge to scream rushed up through his throat like vomit.
She had come toward him with the same look as his parents, those hungry, lifeless eyes. His hand made steady by a surge of adrenalin gave him a brief moment of clarity and precision, though his vision had become blurry with tears. The sound of her moaning and shuffling feet became louder as she moved closer. He aimed, closing his eyes as he pulled the trigger, feeling the hammer kick back and the gun jolt in his hand. The abrupt discharge was followed by a soft thud. He opened his eyes and in that moment came to the sick realization that he was an only child and an orphan. All done by his own hands.
One more bullet left in the chamber, he thought to himself, and that one is going to be for me.
The searing heat of the gun singed the inside of his mouth, but he didn’t care. One squeeze and everything would be all right. Just a loud noise, maybe a little pain and his troubles would cease to exist. Or maybe there wouldn’t be any pain at all. It would be a coward’s way out, but given the current events and his decaying mentality, it felt like the right thing to do. He closed his eyes tight as his finger slowly depressed the trigger. Just a little more, he thought. Just do it!
What do ya reckon?
Well, it’s on our list. We’ll get the review up as soon as it’s done. And, you know what, we do need more zombie series – what else I’m going to do with my bloody time!