The Zombie Plagues

ZOMBIE PLAGUES AMAZON

The Zombie Plagues: Billy Jingo: Tommy awakened. He blinked; squinted and tried to see better. No good; pitch black and although he was a man who had little natural fear he had begun to panic right then.

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The Zombie Plagues: Billy Jingo: His fingers felt at his lips: It was not going to be fine. There were chunks and pieces of his lips attached to both lips. Thread woven from one to the other had held them together. https://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Plagues-Billy-Jingo-ebook/dp/B00VDAFFHO

The Zombie Plagues: Doomed: War begins:
Two minutes of climbing and they were at the back of the parking lot. From the square it probably looked as though there were no one there. Fine, Mike thought. https://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Plagues-Doomed-Geo-Dell-ebook/dp/B00VIFXXW8

The Zombie Plagues: Doomed: The end has come. Polite society is gone. No police; No government and no protection. It’s time to fight to stay alive. When society crumbles and it is only you against the world; can you survive? https://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Plagues-Doomed-Geo-Dell/dp/198051027X

The Zombie Plagues: Southland: He stepped out of the truck to the ground testing the leg. Dark blood covered a large area of the outside pant leg just below his hip and the blue denim fabric was shredded and burned. https://www.amazon.com/dp/1980510393

The Zombie Plagues: Southland: If society collapsed today could you survive? Follow the survivors as they pick themselves up and try to rebuild their world. A world with no government… No protection… A world where the dead do not remain dead… https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00W1TDLD6

The Zombie Plagues: Wilderness: “They won’t come. In the city they knew how to get around… Out here,” Patty waved her arms around, finally lifting them to the sky. “They wouldn’t know what to do. Couldn’t sneak up on us.” She shook her head. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07X148XZ5

The Zombie Plagues: Wilderness: They filled their tanks two hours after dawn at a collapsed gas station next to the interstate. A hand operated Kerosene pump made the job quick. The only hard part had been locating the underground tank. https://www.amazon.com/dp/1689434295

The Zombie Plagues: Zombie Fall: The attack came fast when it came. Mike only remembered the details after the fact.
Molly had, had the right side, Tim the left, Mike had taken a lead of fifty feet or so right up through the middle of the tall grass. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07X7CSB7Z

The Zombie Plagues: Zombie Fall: The zombie hit the ground in front of him, thrown back by the force of the bullets: A huge section of her side blown away, one arm gone, but she had no sooner hit the ground than she was rising to her feethttps://www.amazon.com/dp/1689464321

The Zombie Plagues: Return: They were parked in the middle of the highway. There were three dead zombies lying scattered in the highway. They had been living in the SUV when Zac and Amanda had happened along. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07X5MDR81

The Zombie Plagues: Return: She laughed and took another deep hit off the joint. Okay, she admitted to herself, forty-eight, she had been a beach baby and the sun had played hell with her face and skin. https://www.amazon.com/dp/1689478268

The Zombie Plagues: To Build A Nation: The finale to The Zombie Plagues series:
Donita walked down Eighth Avenue towards Columbus Circle. Behind her a silent army followed, numbering in the thousands. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07X86FLRT

The Zombie Plagues: To Build A Nation: The finale to The Zombie Plagues series:Donita walked down Eighth Avenue towards Columbus Circle. Behind her a silent army followed, numbering in the thousands. From the circle they would take the park. https://www.amazon.com/dp/168969615X


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Author Dell Sweet talks about author dell sweet

Growing up in Northern New York…


I and my sisters and all but one of my brothers grew up in Northern New York. This used to be mine country, a little further north, and then it became Paper mills that were the economic engine. Almost all of this area was purchased for Napoleon Bonaparte who intended to settle here. He even moved a mistress here who never saw him again, but spent the last of her life in a mansion secluded from most people and a long walk to get into the closest city; Watertown.
Bonaparte never made it here. Eventually the land was all sold and the trappers and Native Americans were pushed out so the loggers and miners could get in. They eventually gave way to the paper mills that were everything when I was a kid growing up here. You had few choices for employment, the best bet being move away and so many kids did just that.
Eventually the paper mills closed down and the new economic engine became the U. S. Army. We have the largest cold weather training base in the world here, and it is now used for training year around with thousands of soldiers attached to it. Without it this place would have dried up years ago.
I rarely write about this place…

The Great Go-Cart Race: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/362984

The End Of Summer: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/362994

True Stories from a small town one:
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And I just finished a book about addiction and where it took me; Addiction: Conversations with my fathers: https://www.amazon.com/Addiction-Conversations…/…/1549541366

But out of dozens of books I tend to stay away from this place when I write. I am going to share part of another new book called The Original Survivors: Alabama Island. In that book my main character comes from here and the scene I am going to share came out of real life spent in this town…


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THE ORIGINAL SURVIVORS
ALABAMA ISLAND
The Original Survivors Alabama Island is copyright © 2017 Dell Sweet. All rights foreign and domestic reserved in their entirety.
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March 1st
Watertown New York
Off Factory Square: Joel Morrison
5:00 PM
Joel sat at the bar and watched football on one of the big screen TV’s Mort had put in. It was a slow game, he was tired, and his mind kept turning to other things. He couldn’t concentrate. Part of the allure of the Rusty Nail was the quiet. After a 12 hour shift at the mill with the constant noise from the huge machinery, the quiet had been nice. But that had all changed once the bar had become popular with the nearby base. He needed to go home. The crowd in the bar was starting to build and the noise was giving him the beginnings of a headache. He caught Mort’s eye and went back to his thoughts as he waited.
The Rusty Nail had always been a locals only bar up until a few years back when the economy had taken a nose dive. The nail was wedged up a side street off Factory square. Not exactly easy to find, and that had hurt business too as the old people left and the new people came in.
Mort, Mortimer to anybody that felt like being tossed out on their ass, had nearly lost the small bar and the building above it to the bank. The building above it had six small apartments that Mort had purposely left empty when he had bought the building fresh out of the service thirty years back. Who wanted to deal with tenants, he had said then. But times changed, and so he had sold his house, moved himself into one of the apartments, and then sold the bank on remortgaging the whole building as well as renovating the other five apartments. The bank had come up with a loan that took all of that into account and added a second income source from the apartments that could pay the monthly mortgage and put a good chunk of change into his pocket too.
He had signed on the x, taken their money, renovated the building, moved in the tenants and then taken a hard look at the Rusty Nail. He had decided to completely gut the bar and do it over. He had dumped far too much into the renovations though, including being closed for nearly a full month, and then opened it to find that the economy had taken an even deeper nose dive during those nearly thirty days. The third month into the new mortgage and he had found that he was maybe in a bad spot already.
Joel remembered now that he had sat right at the end of the bar when Mort had talked it over with some others, Moon Calloway, Johnny Barnes, Jim Tibbets, Joel had been welcome to include his two cents which he had declined to do.
“Well, what you do is put the word out to those cab drivers. Believe me, I’ve seen it. They will have them soldiers down here in no time, even if you are off the beaten path,” Jim had said. Jim was a school bus driver for the north side district and less than a year away from a fatal car accident on the interstate. Jeff Brown, who had been a local football star, was doing ten years up at Clinton Correctional for hitting Jim’s car head on drunk and killing him. But that night Jim had still been alive and had wanted to be a part of the New Rusty Nail that Mort had in mind. Something a little more modern. Modern bought the soldiers, but more importantly it also bought women.
“I’m not paying a cab driver to bring me G.I.’s,” Mort had said. “And I know your game. You’re just hoping to get laid out of it.”
They had all laughed at that, except Jim who had turned red. But after a few seconds he had laughed too, and the conversation had plodded forward the way bar conversations do.
“Well, you ain’t got to pay them exactly, give them a couple beers,” Moon threw in.
“Jesus Christ,” Mort exclaimed. “That’s why you boys ain’t in business. You think the beer is free.”
“I know it ain’t free, Mort,” Jim said. “But it don’t cost you that much. You get it wholesale.”
“Wholesale? I drive right out to that wholesale club and buy it by the case most of the time just like everybody else. Cheaper than them beer guys, except draft, of course. That ain’t free. You got to pay the yearly club fee. You got to pay them taxes to the feds. You got a lot you got to pay for. Some fuck crushes your can you’re fucked for that nickel. Jesus… wholesale my ass. It ain’t no bargain.”
“Yeah? … Let’s see,” Moon starting writing in the air with his finger. You get it for let’s say six bucks a case, I know that cause that’s what I pay out there too. So six bucks divided by 24 is,” he drew in the air for a few moments, erased it, and then started over. “How the fuck do you do that, Joey… The six goes into the twenty-four? Or times the twenty-four?” Moon asked.
“Uh, it’s a quarter a can,” I had supplied.
The argument had raged on from there. Once Moon found out he was paying a buck fifty for a can of beer that only cost a quarter he was pissed off.
In the end Mort had talked to a couple of cab drivers. Free draft beer one night a week if they bought soldiers by all week long and told as many others as possible about the place. Within two weeks Joel hadn’t recognized the place when he had come by after shift to have a couple of beers. The soldiers drank a lot of beer, the bank mortgage got paid, and life was fine. Except for the fights, Joel thought, but you can’t load young guys up on alcohol and not expect trouble. Especially when those young men were just waiting on the word to go and maybe die in another battle that remained undeclared as a war. High stress levels meant heavy duty unloading. The M.P.’s got to know the place as well as the soldiers did.
“Joel, you ready?” Mort asked now.
Joel smiled. “I was thinking back…” He had to shout to be heard. Tomorrow his voice would be hoarse. “This place was empty! … Yeah… One more then I gotta go,” Joel agreed.
Mort leaned closer. “Gov’ment tit. I know it, but screw it. It’s all the Gov’ment tit. Road and Bridge projects. Job centers. One way or the other it comes out the same. Even them subsidies so the paper mills can still run. It’s all the Gov’ment tit, ain’t it, Joel?”
“It is,” Joel shouted. He nodded. It was. This town would have dried up years ago without it. Mort left and then came back a few moments later with a fresh beer.
“Vacation?” Mort yelled.
Joel nodded. “Two weeks of silence,” He shook his head at the irony and Mort’s laughing agreement was drowned out by the noise.
“If I don’t see you, have a good one,” Mort said leaning close.
Joel nodded. “I will.” He raised his glass and then tossed off half of it. A few moments later he was outside on the relatively quiet sidewalk punching numbers into his phone, calling for a cab. The night was cold, but the cold sobered him up. It seemed nearly capable of washing away the smoke and noise from inside the bar. He stood in the shadows beside the door waiting for the phone to ring on the other end. The door bumped open and Johnny Barnes stepped out.
“You ain’t calling for a cab, are you?” Johnny asked when he spotted him.
Joel laughed and ended the still ringing call. “Not if I can get a free ride from you.” Joel told him.
“Yeah, you were always a cheap prick,” Johnny agreed. “Hey, I heard you’re heading into the southern tier tomorrow?”
“Two weeks,” Joel agreed as he levered the door handle on Johnny’s truck and climbed inside. His breath came in clouds of steam. “Get some heat in here, Johnny.”
“Coming,” Johnny agreed. “Man, I wish I was you.”
“Me too,” Joel agreed.
Johnny laughed. “Asshole, but seriously, man. Have a good time. You gonna hunt?”
“Nothing in season… Maybe snare some rabbits. Not gonna be a lot this time of year.” Joel said.
“Maybe deer,” Johnny offered. He dropped the truck in drive just as the heat began to come from the vents.
“Probably, but they’ll be out of season. Rabbit and I got freeze dried stuff. Trucks packed, which is why I didn’t drive it down here.”
The truck drove slowly through the darkening streets as the street lights began to pop on around the small city: The two men laughing and exchanging small talk..
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The Original Survivors Alabama Island
Rochester NY: Joel

Late Morning

Joel came awake with sunlight streaming in through the windshield of the small car. He looked around at the road. Stalled cars for as far as he could see in any direction He was somewhere outside of Rochester, but…

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PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS



Copyright 2018, Wendell Sweet, all rights reserved


PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS

Private Investigations

Nine Fifty-Nine A.M.

I lowered my wrist to my side, settled myself back into the shadows of the treeline and raised my binoculars to my eyes.

I swept the back deck and rear entrance, shot across the fence to the next house in line: Nothing; and nothing. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I had been wrong all along.

Being a private detective isn’t all thrills. Most of the time it’s doing exactly what I was doing: Sitting and waiting. For hours sometimes, with little to show. Other times you just happen to walk into the middle of something, get everything you need in those few seconds and feel a little guilty about even charging for it, let alone keeping the retainer: If there was a retainer… But of course I always fight past that. After all money, making a living, is why I do this job.

Apparently this job wasn’t going to be one of those kinds of jobs, but what kind of job was it going to be? Hard to tell.

I was watching the house of Paul and Melinda Fields. At Melinda Field’s request. She was a friend of my wife Joan. So you would think that the request would have come from my wife to help her friend, but it had not. It had not come that way at all. It had come instead in the form of a phone call to my office. Melinda had called and asked me to meet with her, and she asked me to keep it quiet. She didn’t want her friends to know, meaning my wife too, I concluded.

I was okay with that. You get a lot of that sort of thing as a private eye. People think odd things, maybe they’re even a little paranoid. If a woman or a man thinks his or her loved one is cheating on them they sometimes want to keep the information as quiet as possible. They want to know. You’re the private dick so it’s okay if you know, but they don’t want anyone else to know.

This was day two and I was about to burn up the retainer. I had nothing at all to show for it. But as I said that is the private detective game most of the time. Waiting and seeing. I simply hadn’t seen anything. Well, almost nothing. Apparently Paul did keep things from his wife. Right now, for instance, he was supposed to be at his office. He wasn’t of course. Joan had left for work, but he hadn’t. And more than once he had checked the windows as though he were expecting someone. Peeking out of the drapes; sliding the deck door open and peeking out before he stepped outside… Sipping his coffee as he looked around and then quickly stepping back inside. Odd.

Odd, but not exactly indicative of much of anything at all. He had done nearly the same thing yesterday and I had wasted nearly four hours watching him pace the deck, check the windows, pace the kitchen, refill his cup, pace the deck some more, and then finally get in his car and drive to the office in the early afternoon.

Paul Fields was a contractor. Not one of the big ones, but not one of the small ones either. They lived in a nice subdivision. Melinda sold real estate. Between the two of them they did very well. She drove a nice BMW and he drove a new Ford pickup. One of the big ones with the big price tags. It looked as though it had never hauled anything in its life. All shiny black and chrome. Lots of chrome.

The man lived in Jeans, work boots and button up chambray work shirts. He was in his early forties, looked thirty five. Fit, attractive in some ways. I could see why she might think he was  screwing around. I just didn’t see any evidence of it if he was. Maybe, I thought, I should have run it past Joan. Maybe she felt this same thing a few times a year, once a month: Who knew. The only thing that had stopped me was that Melinda had made it a condition of hiring me. And so I hadn’t.

I lowered the glasses, slipped a cigarette from my pack and lit it, and then settled back to smoke as I watched. I know, they’ll kill me, but isn’t life killing us all every day? I know, I know, excuses. I got a ton of them.

I took a deep drag and blew the smoke out my nose. I glanced at my watch. Another hour and that would be it.

It was about then that things got interesting. Paul had, had the drapes open on the rear sliders. They suddenly swept shut. My first thought was that he was about to leave for the office, but out of the corner of my eye I caught a taxi drift up to the curbing a couple houses down and stop. It sat idling for a few moments and then the back door popped open, a woman stepped out and hurried off down the walk toward Paul’s house.

I got the camera up and snapped a few dozen pictures before she was out of my line of sight, but who knew what they might be worth? She was moving fast and her face was not fully turned toward the camera. She had one hand up, brushing at her hair as she walked. I changed the card and slipped the other into my pocket. I hated to be short when I needed to shoot.

There was a gap in the drapes. I couldn’t see much through the shadows as I focused with my binoculars. The digital camera didn’t offer much better on zoom, but I clicked a few shots off anyway. Many times I had found the money shot in the pictures I didn’t think would be worth anything at all. I then began to scan the second floor bedroom drapes for movement. There was a set of sliders there too that opened onto an upper deck.

A little movement caught my eye so I kept the lens focused there. Something or someone brushed up against the drapes, they stuttered open for a brief instant and I clicked off another dozen shots out of habit. You just never knew where the money shot was going to be, or if there was even going to be one, but if you didn’t shoot you couldn’t get anything.

I put in another hour, but there was nothing much to see. I had just about made up my mind to shift my cover to the front of the house just in case she slipped out earlier than I thought she would, when a taxi rolled up to the curb of the house next door, and then coasted to a stop, presumably, out of my line of site in front of Paul’s house. I cursed under my breath. Piss poor planning on my part. No other way to see it. I could have gotten a clear shot of the woman, whoever she was.

All in all it made no difference though. The retainer was shot, and most people never went past the retainer. He was fooling around with someone, most likely, and maybe one of the shots I took would even be enough for Melinda to recognize who the woman was. If proof was all she was after she had that.

I retreated back into the woods and made my way to a dead end service road where I had parked earlier, tossed my gear onto the front seat of the beat up old Dodge I used for surveillance, and followed it in. A half a day shot. I had another case to look into, a simple straight forward process serve. I had some good information on where the person should be, hopefully she would be. Maybe it could be a slam dunk kind of day. Well, except for missing the exit shot. I cursed once more under my breath as I keyed the old Dodge and headed back into town.

Nine Twenty-Seven P.M.

I shifted into park, dropped the keys into my coat pocket and levered open my door. At the last moment I turned and retrieved my binoculars, camera, and the small .380 I usually carried when I was somewhere where unexpected things might happen.

The process serve had been a bust, I was tired and grouchy. I palmed the small gun in one hand: I had found myself in the woods more than once on surveillance jobs. Bad neighborhoods a few times too. The .380 was small in my hand, but a large comfort in my head.

I had started with the gun after a friend of mine who worked for the PD and moonlighted as a private eye, small stuff, mostly process serving, had been ambushed by an angry husband he had been trying to serve divorce papers on. He’d been shot four times and had barely survived the hurried ambulance trip to the hospital emergency room. The PD career was done, and the private eye stuff too, although a few of us threw him a bone when we could: When he was sober. I decided I’d rather have something to show.

I had nearly bought a .44 caliber, but one test fire had convinced me to leave that for something smaller and hopefully non fatal. I know, I shouldn’t really be concerned with that. After all, if I am going to have to use a gun to defend myself it should be capable of laying someone down. I just haven’t been able to believe in it yet. I have flashed the .380 twice and ended violent confrontations right there. My ex-PD friends say don’t pull it unless you mean to use it… Maybe… Someday.

I dropped the camera and the gun into my other coat pocket, wound the binocular strap around my hand and walked around the back to where my office is. Joan and I have a deal. I don’t track whatever I have been walking through all day into the house and she won’t divorce me. She was that passionate about it. I emptied my pockets, slipped off my boots I used for the woods, which did, I noticed, have something that could have been mud, bear shit or even dog shit that I could have picked up crossing my own back yard, on them: Joan’s poodle, Mister Tibbles. We’ve agreed to hate each other. I thought about a sniff test, decided to pass, I never could distinguish poodle shit from bear shit anyway, slid on my slippers and walked the shoes to the back door.

Joan called down from the upper level, probably the kitchen. More specifically the bar that was just off the kitchen. My office was on the lower level. You could translate that as basement and you would be correct. I would only add converted basement.

“Yeah… It’s me,” I called back.

“Be careful in the backyard. I took Mister Tibbles out and I couldn’t see where he went.”

That answered that question. “Uh huh,” I answered.

Nothing else floated down to me. I left the landing and walked down to my office. I transferred the pictures off the two cards, then opened my image program as I dialed Melinda’s number. She picked up on the first ring. Her voice low, sexy. It said, “Please buy this property from me, baby.” Sexist, yes, I know. I try not to be. And I felt even worse about being one because of the bad news I was about to give her.

“Mike,” I said.

“Oh… Mike.” She sounded surprised.

I ignored it as I loaded the pictures and searched through them one by one. “Melinda, I have some bad news…. I’ll send you a report on this, but I thought I should call and talk to you just the same… Instead of you reading it in a report.” I searched through the thumbnails as they came up. “I have a few things left to do, but essentially… You were right, Melinda… There’s no easy way to put it, your husband, Paul, is seeing someone.”

I continued flicking through the thumbnails and selected two that might be useful. One shot through the upstairs drapes showed a woman. I ascertained that from the dress she wore. Her face however was turned away from the camera, a blurry blob in shadow.

The second photo showed her hurrying from the cab. Part of her face was obscured by one hand. I would work on both photos and try to get something that Melinda could identify. Melinda stayed silent on the phone.

“I don’t know who the woman is,” I admitted. “She outfoxed me and that doesn’t usually happen. Maybe she was being careful or maybe she’s a little paranoid… I…”

“I know who she is, Mike.”

I stopped. “You do?”

“Yes… I… I had hoped you would identify her though… I wanted to be absolutely sure.” She said sure, but she sounded very unsure.

I transferred the two pictures to some other software, started with the first one from the bedroom shot through the drapes, and selected the areas to work on.

“Mike,” Melinda said even more softly.

“I’m looking over a few photos I shot right now. Trying to get a good, clear face shot,” I told her. She sounded on the verge of tears. Like she was unraveling over the phone. It made me wish I hadn’t addressed it over the phone at all.

The face became clearer pixel by pixel. I have a good machine, it didn’t take long, and I didn’t have to bother with the other photo. “The picture’s coming up, Melinda,” I told her, but my words clogged in my throat as the picture finally came up, and I fell silent myself. She spoke into my silence.

“Mike… I would have told you, Mike… Mike?” She sounded panicked.

“What?” I managed.

“I wasn’t sure… Not completely, Mike.”

“But you hired me to find out? Me? Why didn’t you hire someone else?” A hard ball had settled into the pit of my stomach.

“I… I don’t know… I thought… I thought… I thought you would want to know… Mike… Mike I didn’t really think it through. I was angry… Upset… I wasn’t thinking straight, Mike. I wasn’t.” Now it was her turn to fall silent. I could just barely hear her breathing over the phone in the hardness of the silence.

“I’ll send the retainer back, “ I said at last into the silence. “You… You know maybe this was best… I don’t guess I would have wanted one of my friends to be the guy on this… Finding out. It’s just a little hard to think right now.”

“Sure it is,” She agreed. “I’m so upset.” She sobbed once as if trying to choke it back and then the soft sound of her crying came over the phone.

I was not at the point of tears. I was at the point of anger. That hard place where it’s brand new and you can’t seem to swallow it down. I was there, at that place. It’s a hard goddamn place to be and I realized she had been there too, maybe still was. It was also a dangerous place to be.

“I have to get the hell out of here,” I told her. Twice I had found my eyes locked on the .380 where I had set it on the desktop what seemed like a million years ago.

“Me too… It makes me sick to know it for a fact.” She was still crying, but trying to get herself under control.

It was spur of the moment, but my mouth opened and with no artifice the words tumbled forth.

“I have a cabin… It’s nearly the weekend… Up in Maine… It’s a drive… Isolated… A good place to think.” Silence from the phone. “If you wanted to… Oh hell.”

She laughed a small laugh, followed by sniffles and a few seconds of silence. “I’ll meet you somewhere?” She asked.

“Airport? … You could leave your car in the long term lot… Pick it up Monday or so…”

“Let me get some things together…” She went back to crying for a few moments. “I’ll just… Just leave him a note.” She laughed again, sharply this time. “You know what, I won’t… I’ll be there in… An hour? An hour, Mike?”

I nodded and then realized she couldn’t see that. And so I told her I would meet her there in an hour. I clicked off, slid the phone into my pocket and just sat there for a moment. My eyes dropped back down to the gun and it seemed to hold me hypnotized for a length of time. Like a spell I had to break. I forced myself to look away. I got up and walked away from it. I went up to our bedroom and filled an old suitcase.

I half expected Joan to walk in, see what I was doing and stop me, but she didn’t. I expected her to say something when I came back down the stairs and crossed through the kitchen to the back door, but again she didn’t. If she was sitting there in the gloom of the bar area or had migrated farther into the shadows of the living room, I couldn’t say. She said nothing. Mister Tibbles growled lightly and that was it.

I moved the car, backed my Jeep out of the garage and out into the street. A few minutes later I was cruising the interstate through the darkness, heading for the airport.


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The Zombie Plagues: Return

The Zombie Plagues: Return: They were parked in the middle of the highway. There were three dead zombies lying scattered in the highway. They had been living in the SUV when Zac and Amanda had happened along. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07X5MDR81

The Zombie Plagues: Return: She laughed and took another deep hit off the joint. Okay, she admitted to herself, forty-eight, she had been a beach baby and the sun had played hell with her face and skin. https://www.amazon.com/dp/1689478268

Checking out an alternative OS to windows

Published by George Dell

If you are thinking about ditching Windows for something that works check out Linux Mint. I have it installed on my laptop with the Cinnamon desktop the 64 bit flavor. It is an older laptop and it runs it well and fast. It found and set up all of the drivers, video, audio, WIFI with no trouble. I tried Ubuntu, Lubuntu and several other flavors and this looks and acts more Windows like so it is easier to get used to. Comes with Firefox or you can go to the software download center and install Chrome easily. It is the equivalent of Chrome. It will sync with your Chrome account and within a few moments you’ll have all of your passwords and you’ll be ready to go. Same if you decide to keep Firefox, it will also sync with your Chrome account, just type in your Google eMail and password and within a few seconds Firefox will sync with your Chrome account and you’ll be all set.
For Writers: It comes with Open Office, or the Linux Community version of it already installed. It will open, edit and read your Word docs. I wrote several of my books without ever owning a copy of Word using the language module that now comes standard with Open Office. I write constantly and so I have to say that it is not as fast as Word, but it will produce finished documents acceptable to Smashwords or Amazon, and the language module has steadily improved with both American, EU and even AU English modules now along with dozens of other languages.
It comes standard with GIMP which in my opinion is every bit as good as anything out there. It may have a few things to get used to but it can produce quality work. I have Photoshop but I stopped using it in favor of GIMP a few years back. I wish Linux or one of the package builders would Port something closer to Photoscape, because although it does offer photo manipulation it is not as good as Photoscape.
I am rebuilding an 8 core machine/server right now that will run Linux Mint and Windows both which is why I have been testing out various versions/flavors of Linux to find something I can work with. I absolutely hate Laptop computers, they just seem counterintuitive to me, but with Linux Mint on it I have enjoyed it for a few weeks now and decided to install it on the 8 core build.
The security factor is a big deal. There just aren’t many hackers trying to hack their way into Linux systems. Clam AV and several other virus programs work well. I have even use the Windows versions of them on my Windows machines and had no problems at all.
I wrote this article in Open Office and used the spell check and Firefox to post it. Take a look if you are thinking about a Windows alternative. (To be fair I did have to edit part of this for common mistakes to me that the spell check missed, but the same things get missed in Word as my friend Andrea always tells me)


Get it or learn more here: 

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It turns out Los Angeles is a hard place to be during the apocalypse

It turns out Los Angeles is a hard place to be during the apocalypse.

Beth comes from Los Angeles in the first days of the Apocalypse and makes her way across the country to the east coast and then finds herself backtracking across the states to the middle of the country and the Nation which is growing in the former state of Kentucky.
Before the apocalypse she is beginning to pull herself back up from the gutter of life, learning to live again, trust and believe. The apocalypse almost crushes that hope she had begun to grow, but she must fight past that, refuse to believe the end has really come.
She travels across the country with Billy, facing both the living and the dead as she makes her way from one coast to the other. The trip is long and she is holding out hope of structure, life, safety on the east coast: Hopes that may not be realized.
The dead seem to have it in for her and twice she is attacked by them as she makes her journey. It is only her own resolve and courage that will help her to overcome those attacks if she can and make her way to the Nation and the safety she has been searching for…


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The Zombie Plagues: Doomed

The Zombie Plagues: Doomed: War begins:
Two minutes of climbing and they were at the back of the parking lot. From the square it probably looked as though there were no one there. Fine, Mike thought. https://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Plagues-Doomed-Geo-Dell-ebook/dp/B00VIFXXW8

The Zombie Plagues: Doomed: The end has come. Polite society is gone. No police; No government and no protection. It’s time to fight to stay alive. When society crumbles and it is only you against the world; can you survive? https://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Plagues-Doomed-Geo-Dell/dp/198051027X

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A complete Direct X Road System with UV’s: There are very many bonus pieces, including a complete untextured test track I built to test physics in RAD. https://payhip.com/b/SJQk


Complete Road System 3DS format, Apocalypse UV: A complete road system in the 3DS format. All the main road pieces are textured in the shown Apocalypse map. https://payhip.com/b/H3vb


Abandoned Taxi Cab – Direct X with image maps: A taxi I built in OFX to use in the RAD City project. This is Direct X and includes the image maps. https://payhip.com/b/EF5k


Red Muscle car – Direct X format with image maps: A red muscle car built in OFX and used in RAD. This model is mid poly, Direct X, includes the image map. https://payhip.com/b/Qecw


Police car pack – Direct X format with UV’s: A 4 pack model set of police cars. Built in OFX for RAD in the Direct X format. https://payhip.com/b/AY14


Six tire and rim setups Lo-Poly: Six tire and rim setups that were built for RAD. I use them on models in the game. These files can be easily animated and used in the RAD add-ons folder. All Direct X. https://payhip.com/b/lzEP


City in Direct x format with all UV’s: A textured city layout. Roads, curbs, sidewalks, buildings, underground sewer area that can be driven through. Bridges, and a few undeveloped areas you can build on or add to. https://payhip.com/b/6tQJ


Low Poly Prop cars – Direct X with UV’s: 7 Low Poly vehicles in Direct X format with UV maps.

3 Buses, 1 RV, 3 Cars. https://payhip.com/b/Sfsz


The Wastelands Collection. 4 Direct X models. 4 models I built for an Earth’s Survivors game I am working on. All 4 are Direct X and include the UV files. https://payhip.com/b/ykLU


Lo-Poly Building set Direct X. A set of low poly buildings suitable for backgrounds in your games. All models are in the Direct X format and include the UV files. https://payhip.com/b/k0Ob


Low Poly off road vehicles. 5 pack. This is a pack of five lo-poly models built for and used in the off-road demo made with Rad and OFX. https://payhip.com/b/MsmV


Rad Game Engine with dependencies. This is a game engine that anyone can use. If you are looking to learn how to easily build 3D games, check out RAD. https://payhip.com/b/Rh7H


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Geo Dell Paperback books

Guitar Works Volume Six: This will cover a snapped neck, where the neck is cracked in two. How to make a lasting repair and the order in which to do the multiple repairs you will need to perform to do that. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-six-repair-a-broken-neck

Guitar Works Volume Eight: Seven String Jazz Acoustic: This is a seven string acoustic project. I started with a damaged acoustic guitar as a base: Stripped the neck and top off and began my build on this basic skeleton. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-eight-seven-string-jazz-acoustic

Guitar Works Volume Nine: I started this build about a year ago and then left it. I originally intended to build a seven string slim bodied guitar, but I lost enthusiasm for it when I realized I would probably rarely play it. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-nine

Guitar Works Volume One: The AdjustOvation build: This is a step by step custom Ovation build. Installing a roller bridge, tremolo, Piezo discs and a humbucker as well. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-one-the-adjustovation-build

Guitar Works Volume Five: Neck Refret: This manual is designed to get you comfortable with doing your own neck repairs, refretting jobs and cutting, shaping and installing your own nut or saddle. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-five-neck-refret

Guitar Works Volume Seven: Bone Nut and Saddle: Whether we are customizing a guitar, repairing a fractured neck, refretting a beloved instrument or building our own guitar from scratch, there are those of us who love to work on and modify our guitars. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-seven-bone-nut-and-saddle

Guitar Works: Finish Work: This manual will give you information that you can use to re-finish, or do your own finish and spot repairs on guitars. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-finish-work

Guitar Works Volume Four: The CD60 Build: This volume contains the complete Fender CD60 build. This is a complete start to finish custom build. The base is a Fender CD60 Acoustic cutaway guitar. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-four-the-cd60-build

Guitar Works Volume Two: Custom Builds 1: This manual will give you information that you can use to do your own custom repairs on guitars. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-two-custom-builds-1

Guitar Works Beginner Builds: This Guide can provide the step by step methodical approach I employ in doing a guitar build start to finish. From writing out my expectations, to parts lists, to finding and using the parts. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-beginner-builds

Guitar Works Volume Three: Custom Builds Two: This is a complete start to finish custom build. The base is an Ovation Applause with the upper bout holes. https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/guitar-works-volume-three-custom-builds-two

Guitar Works Volume Six: Repair a broken neck: Whether we are customizing a guitar, repairing a fractured neck, refretting a beloved instrument or building our own guitar from scratch, there are those of us who love to work on and modify our guitars. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-six-geo-dell/1128147965?ean=2940155168348

Guitar Works Volume Nine: started this build about a year ago and then left it. I originally intended to build a seven string slim bodied guitar, but I lost enthusiasm for it when I realized I would probably rarely play it. Guitars are made to be played. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-nine-geo-dell/1128761423?ean=2940155263319

Guitar Works Volume Four: The CD60 Build by Geo Dell: This is a complete start to finish custom build. The base is an Fender CD60 Acoustic cutaway guitar. I planned this build in advance and then put the pieces together for this build over a few months. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-four-geo-dell/1122453584?ean=9781515325178

Guitar Works Volume Three: Custom Builds 2 by Geo Dell: This is a complete start to finish custom build. The base is an Ovation Applause with the upper bout holes. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-three-geo-dell/1120753422?ean=9781503198555

Guitar Works Beginner Builds by Geo Dell: This guide will give you information that you can use to build your own guitars. As with any project there is a great deal of time involved with learning to do things correctly… https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-beginner-builds-geo-dell/1124105937?ean=2940046231427

Guitar Works Volume One: Finish Work by Geo Dell: As with any project there is a great deal of time involved to do things correctly, but doing things step by step, you can come very close to perfect results every time. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-one-geo-dell/1120564078?ean=9781502825674

Guitar Works Volume Seven: Bone Nut and Saddle: This manual will show you how to take a bone blank and turn it into a saddle; how to get the shape and measurements you need to accomplish it: How to install it and set it up to your own tastes. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-seven-geo-dell/1128148064?ean=2940155168676

Guitar Works Volume Three: Custom Builds Two by Geo Dell: This is a complete start to finish custom build. The base is an Ovation Applause with the upper bout holes. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-three-geo-dell/1120743337?ean=2940046401509

Guitar Works Volume Eight: Seven String Jazz Acoustic by Geo Dell: This is a seven string acoustic project. I started with a damaged acoustic guitar as a base: Stripped the neck and top off and began my build on this basic skeleton. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-eight-geo-dell/1128148016?ean=2940155168492

Guitar Works: Finish Work by Geo Dell: This manual will give you information that you can use to re-finish, or do your own finish and spot repairs on guitars. As with any project there is a great deal of time involved with learning to do things correctly… https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-geo-dell/1124233679?ean=2940153148557

Guitar Works Volume One: The AdjustOvation build by Geo Dell: This is a step by step custom build. Installing a roller bridge, tremolo, Piezo discs, and humbuckers. Starting from the shell of the donor guitar and continuing on to the completed guitar. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-one-geo-dell/1128147483?ean=2940155167860

Guitar Works Volume Two: Custom Builds 1 by Geo Dell: I have found over the years that slowing down, doing things step by step, you can build what you want consistently every time. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-two-geo-dell/1120614748?ean=9781503164185

Guitar Works Volume Five: Neck Refret by Geo Dell: This manual is designed to get you comfortable with doing your own neck repairs, refretting jobs and cutting, shaping and installing your own nut or saddle. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guitar-works-volume-five-geo-dell/1128148065?ean=2940155168669

Guitar Works: Finish Work Geo Dell: This manual will give you information that you can use to re-finish, or do your own finish and spot repairs on guitars. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-finish-work/id1139332972

Guitar Works Volume Nine Geo Dell: I started this build about a year ago and then left it. I originally intended to build a seven string slim bodied guitar, but I realized I would probably rarely play it. I hate building guitars that sit… https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-nine/id1387995724

Guitar Works Volume Five: Neck Refret Geo Dell: This manual is designed to get you comfortable with doing your own neck repairs, refretting jobs and cutting, shaping and installing your own nut or saddle. It covers a complete rebuild of a damaged neck: https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-five-neck-refret/id1357867079

Guitar Works Volume Seven: Bone Nut and Saddle Geo Dell: Whether we are customizing a guitar, repairing a fractured neck, refretting a beloved instrument or building our own guitar, there are those of us who love to work on and modify our guitars. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-seven-bone-nut-and-saddle/id1357867724

Guitar Works Volume Six: Repair a broken neck Geo Dell: This will cover a snapped neck, where the neck is cracked in two. How to make a lasting repair and the order in which to do the multiple repairs you will need to perform to do that. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-six-repair-a-broken-neck/id1357860790

Guitar Works Volume Eight: Seven String Jazz Acoustic Geo Dell: This is a seven string acoustic project. I started with a damaged acoustic guitar as a base: Stripped the neck and top off and began my build on this basic skeleton. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-eight-seven-string-jazz-acoustic/id1357866524

Guitar Works Volume One: The AdjustOvation build Geo Dell: This is a step by step custom Ovation build. Installing a roller bridge, tremolo, Piezo discs and a humbucker. Starting from the shell of the donor guitar and continuing on to the completed guitar. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-one-the-adjustovation-build/id1357855618

Guitar Works Volume Four: The CD60 Build Geo Dell: This is a complete start to finish custom build. The base is a Fender CD60 Acoustic cutaway guitar. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-four-the-cd60-build/id1357860865

Guitar Works Volume Three: Custom Builds Two: Guitar Works by Geo Dell. The idea was to build a Jazz guitar. I wanted a vibrato. I wanted a roller bridge. Things that must seem impossible on what is essentially an 1/8″ spruce topped acoustic guitar. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-three-custom-builds-two/id940953186

Guitar Works Volume Two: Custom Builds 1: Guitar Works by Geo Dell. This manual will give you information that you can use to do your own custom repairs on guitars. I have found that, doing things step by step, you can build what you want consistently. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-volume-two-custom-builds-1/id931569852

Guitar Works Beginner Builds: Guitar Works by Geo Dell. This Guide can provide the step by step methodical approach I employ in doing a guitar build start to finish. From writing out my expectations, to parts lists, to finding and using the parts. guitar. https://books.apple.com/us/book/guitar-works-beginner-builds/id930166879

Geo Dell, the author of the Guitar Works manuals on Amazon. Paperback and Kindle versions. https://www.amazon.com/Geo-Dell/e/B00BI08VNY

Guitar Works Volume Two: Custom Builds One by Geo Dell. This manual will give you information that you can use to do your own custom repairs on guitars.

Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00VITFXZE

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Guitar-Works-Two-Custom-Builds/dp/1503164187

Guitar Works Volume Seven: The Scrap Wood Build by Geo Dell: The Scrap Wood build is exactly as it sounds. It is a slim bodied electric guitar built from scrap wood.

Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B073ZNHF7D

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Guitar-Works-Seven-Scrap-Build/dp/1521869006

Guitar Works: Volume Five: Repair Work: Whether customizing a guitar, repairing a neck, refretting an  instrument or building your own guitar, there are those of us who love to modify our guitars.

Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XPCGGLZ

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Guitar-Works-Five-Repair-Work/dp/1520858094

Guitar Works Volume One: Finish Work: This guide will give you information to do your own finish and spot repairs on guitars. There is a great deal of time involved in learning to do things correctly…

Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00VF0RYJE

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Guitar-Works-One-Finish-Work/dp/1521886539

Guitar Works Volume Four: The CD60 Build by Geo Dell: This is a complete start to finish custom build. The base is an Fender CD60 Acoustic cutaway guitar.

Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01390FUSY

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Guitar-Works-Four-CD60-Build/dp/152186800X

Guitar Works Volume Three: Custom Builds Two by Geo Dell: I wanted a vibrato. I wanted a roller bridge. Things that must seem impossible on what is essentially an 1/8″ spruce topped acoustic guitar.

Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00XNPXHQI

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Guitar-Works-Three-Custom-Builds/dp/1503198553

Guitar Works Volume Six: Seven String Jazz Guitar Kindle Edition by Geo Dell: This is a seven string acoustic project. I started with a damaged acoustic guitar as a base.

Kindle Edition: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B073ZKM7PH

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Guitar-Works-Six-Seven-String/dp/1521867852