Who’s Your WIP?: Days With The Undead, Book Two by Julianne Snow

The days are getting shorter, the nights cooler. A perfect time to let our imaginations loose about things that go bump in the night. This month, I bring you an excerpt from horror author Julianne Snow and her book DAYS WITH THE UNDEAD; BOOK TWO. A journal-type novel about five people escaping the horror of a zombie apocalypse and their attempt to stay alive.

Days with the Undead: Book Two

From Day 51…

I’m sorry about last night but after everything that we’ve been through, there was really no way that I could’ve processed it all into a coherent update in such a short period of time. I hope y’all understand.

The crew rowed Doug, Phillip, and I to the shore at Coney Island at dawn the morning of Day 47. Luckily nothing was waiting for us on the beach. In fact, the area was eerily quiet and devoid of… well, anything. I mean I would have expected to see some evidence that people were caught unaware during the initial outbreak. That they’d been out and about doing what they would’ve normally been doing on a ordinary day. But there was no evidence of that; no dropped parcels, no bodies, nothing. Just an eerie silence that crept into your brain and took your breath away.

We moved inland toward 10th Street and started to see the damage I’d expected earlier. The closer that we got to Surf Avenue, the more damage that there was. Destruction from small arms fire was readily apparent on the walls of buildings and in the sides of the vehicles that clogged the streets at all angles. Garbage was rotting everywhere along with the bodies that had fallen. You couldn’t tell if they had been victims of the Undead or Undead themselves at some point. The stage of decomposition on the bodies was just too advanced. The only saving grace was that they were not going to be getting up at any point and we counted that as a small victory for our side. We didn’t stay too long observing the scene; the smell was overwhelming.

We made our way over to West 8th Street, and turned in the direction of the 60th Precinct. We were careful to travel quietly and quickly while still being cautious. We didn’t want to be out in the open for too long, but we also didn’t want to run the risk of entering too many buildings for cover in case they were infested with the Undead. It was a delicate dance and one we meant to master without much practice.

When we reached the 60th Precinct, we could see all of the doors had been barricaded from the inside. The tragic thing was the barricades hadn’t held. We took the chance and gingerly entered the building, ready to beat a hasty retreat if we had to. The inside of the station was completely trashed. During the siege, all of the personnel or other survivors had turned the desks and tables on their sides to use them as shields to fire from. As a result, all of the computer equipment was hopelessly smashed to pieces. Even the servers were damaged which meant we couldn’t patch our laptop into it in the hopes of getting in and out without having to go any further into Brooklyn.

The worst part however wasn’t finding the station trashed to bits. It was finding the full and partial bodies rotting away in the open common areas as well as in the enclosed private office. We spent a few moments looking in some of the offices, hoping to find a computer or server that was salvageable. Something that made our trip here worthwhile. Instead, we released some of the most putrid, foul smelling odours that any human should have to endure. The building began to quickly fill up with that odour and as a result, we had to get out. We were risking our lives by staying anyway. The Undead might be close and respond to that smell or worse, we just might pass out and choke to death on it.

Our next best bet after the 60th Precinct was the 61st Precinct. It was a bit of a hike through potentially Undead infected streets but again, we had to do what we came here to do. We continued along West 8th Street until we came to Neptune Avenue. The idea was to take a right and continue along Neptune Avenue all the way to Coney Island Avenue where we would turn north and head toward the 61st Precinct. It was a simple plan and in our minds, simple plans always work.

We made it to Coney Island Avenue without too much effort or incident. As soon as we turned north however, I noticed our first roving horde of the Undead about a kilometre ahead of us. If they had been moving away from us, I might not have been worried but as chance would have it, they were moving in our direction. As silently as surprise and fear would allow, we ducked into the closest building, hoping it was vacant of the Undead. I kept vigil at the window while Doug and Phillip quietly scoped out an exit in the back. We’d only use it if we needed to. At this point, the horde could change direction so our best bet was to wait and see where they were going to go before doing anything. And there was a chance that they would pass us by without even a notice and we could slip away once they were gone.

As the horde got closer to us, the more agitated Doug became. I know from talking with him that he hadn’t spent a lot of time dealing with the Undead. He’d been rescued by the cruise ship pretty early after the dead started to rise again. I hoped this wasn’t going to be an issue and took him aside to talk him down a bit. Explained that as long as they didn’t see us, we would be safe. Told him it was important for us to remain calm and still while they were close. Being an officer with the NYPD helped to let that information sink in I think. He’d been in hairy situations before and had survived; he could survive this one too as long as he kept his wits about him.

The horde was disgustingly close by that point. You could smell their rotting flesh; the metallic tang of blood, hot from the sun, filling our nostrils. Bile filled our throats, making us wretch. We tried to stay still, keep silent but it was hard. Thank God for the shadows of the store that we had ducked into. Had the Undead come into the storefront that day, we would have been dead. We were useless against the smell emanating from them. It just might be the greatest weapon in their arsenal.

I think it was the smell that finally did Doug in. Poor Doug. Before I could grab him he ran. Right out of the storefront and into the street. The horde had passed by us but just barely, so at least he had a small advantage in that regard. And when he ran out, he ran right down a side street – Brighton 8th Court – and not in the direction we had to travel. I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose, but we can certainly thank God for small miracles. The horde immediately turned around and began to slowly pursue him. Phillip and I could do nothing but wait until they’d passed.

Once we felt the street was somewhat safe to venture out into again, we continued to travel north. Our expedition was going to be a complete waste of time, of that we were certain. Doug was the only one who knew how to access the NYPD mainframe, so only he would be able to get onto the computers if and when we found one that worked. We had discussed at length learning passwords and such, but when it got down to it, if you didn’t know the system, you’d be pretty much lost. The entire trip was dependent on Doug and finding a computer or server that still worked within one of the Precincts.

The reason we were still heading further inland is based on the possibility that if Doug managed to outrun the horde, he may go to the 61st Precinct looking for us. And we needed a place to stay for the night. It was going to be dark soon and we wouldn’t be able to make it back to the beach in time to be picked up for the night.

Coming up on the 61st Precinct filled us with a sense of hope and despair. Like the 60th Precinct, it had been barricaded from the inside. The difference being that the barricades here appeared to be intact. How exactly were we going to get inside? It’s not like going up and knocking on the door would get them to open up for us. And I wasn’t about to go shouting in the street either. There was no telling what was out here that I would end up attracting to this location. The situation called for a little bit of reconnaissance and some finesse. If there were living people inside, they had to be getting outside for supplies somehow. All we needed to do was figure out how and use that to our advantage. And hope of course that they were going on a supply run tomorrow, because we really didn’t have a lot of time to waste.

Phillip and I took a wide circle around the building, noting each of the exits and trying to figure out which of them looked like they might’ve been used most recently. There was also a fire escape on the west side of the station that had been locked in the up position so there was the chance that they were using that as their means of coming and going. Wanting to have eyes on the fire escape, we decided to scope out a place to spend the night across the road when a voice called out to us.

It identified herself as Lieutenant Mary Alice Lafferty of the NYPD, senior ranking officer in charge of the 61st Precinct. Lt. Lafferty offered us asylum as long as they were willing to acquiesce to a full body search for any bite marks. Since our goal was to get inside the Precinct, we were more than happy to agree to the terms.


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Julianne SnowJulianne Snow is the author of the Days with the Undead series. She writes within the realms of speculative fiction and has roots that go deep into horror. Julianne has pieces of short fiction in publications from Sirens Call Publications, Open Casket Press, James Ward Kirk Publishing and Hazardous Press as well as the forthcoming shorts in anthologies from 7DS Books, Phrenic Press, and the Coffin Hop charity anthology Death by Drive-In.Twitter: @CdnZmbiRytr

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About Darke Conteur
Darke Conteur is a writer at the mercy of her Muse. The author of stories in several genres, she prefers to create within the realms Science Fiction and Dark Fantasy. A pagan at heart, her personal goal it to find her balance within nature; exploring the dark through her stories and the light through her beliefs. When not writing or working with crystals, she enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking and very loud music.

2 Responses to Who’s Your WIP?: Days With The Undead, Book Two by Julianne Snow

  1. Thank you Darke for featuring me 🙂

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