I'd like to introduce to you today, Dave Lund and his book Winchester Over.
He's new to this scene and his popping his first blog cherry with me (ooh laa laa) so give him a warm/or deathly cold welcome, and one-click his book. I've heard great things so far and it's in my queue to read already - of course I bought MY copy asap because it looks and sounds great.
Don't believe me? He's given me an excerpt to share, so go have a read :-)
My name is Dave Lund. I hail from Texas and am a former Texas “motor-cop.” My family and photography round out my usual day-to-day passions, but post-apocalyptic zombie stories really fire me up. Before my previous stint as a motor-cop, I was a full-time skydiving instructor and competitor (in Canopy Piloting, aka swooping) with over 3,000 skydives. I am no longer an active skydiver so I can focus on my family, photography, and writing.
About the book
The characters in the Winchester series comprise some personality composites of people I have known or met in my life, but no character is based on a single real person or even two people combined. They are a complete work of fiction and do not represent any actual people, living or dead. Yes, that includes Bexar! Many of the themes, objects, weapons, tactics, and locations in the Winchester Undead series are pulled from my past and experiences, as many writers are apt to do, including my love of Big Bend National Park in Texas; although I have to admit there is no secret cache site in the small Texas town of Maypearl. At least none that I had any hand in creating. The photo in the background of this post was taken at The Window in Big Bend, and that is my wife sitting in the photo, looking out onto the desert floor. She is sitting on the waterworn smooth rock; just beyond where she is sitting is a drop-off that would be fatal at 220 feet high. The locations in Big Bend are real locations, with some minor artistic license taken, as are the cities and towns visited throughout the book. The jury is still out on the presence of the secret facilities that “Cliff” finds himself in, and the truthfulness of Chemtrails really depends on whom you speak with. If the writing about Cliff’s found Type 2 VW Transporter sounds a little detailed to those not acquainted with air-cooled VWs, that’s due to my love of air-cooled German autos, including the 1973 Superbeetle that I built and drive.
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Winchester Over Blurb
The Winchester Undead series starts with “Winchester: Over” with Bexar Reed and his family. The Reeds, along with their lifelong friends and fellow preppers, were prepared for the end of the world as we know it. They had thought of nearly every possibility, but they never thought the dead would rise to hunt the living.
After the surprise attack, the mortality rate soars among the population. Their fellow survivors want what Bexar and his group have and will stop at nothing to take it. Meanwhile, across the country, Cliff, a seasoned tactical operator, has a single mission: against all odds, he must ensure the United States of America and its government survives, but first he has to live long enough.
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Winchester Over Excerpt
Bexar stopped near the creek. Using the increasing density of the trees for cover, he tried to catch his breath.
The go-bag and extra ammo bag weighed down his already-heavy load of pistol belt and chest rig. He could hear javalina on the trail, snorting in annoyance at his presence. He turned, facing the ground he had covered, scanning for threats with his rifle in the SUL, or “ready” position.
It was amazing how good life had become in Big Bend, and how quickly and drastically that had changed. His best friend and friend’s son lay dead, bullet holes in their heads, fired from his own pistol. His best friend’s wife was also dead, and all Bexar could do was hope that his own wife and daughter were still alive.
There hadn’t been any more gunfire echoing in the mountains, but that didn’t mean they were safe. His family’s only hope was to get to their backup camp, their small cache site, and then hide or run.
Still breathing heavily, Bexar looked back and scanned his six once more before continuing down the trail, hopefully into the waiting arms of his wife and child.
Bexar had always planned for the end, had made extensive preparations for all sorts of eventualities, but nothing like this had ever crossed his mind. If he had only known seven weeks ago what lay ahead for his friends and family, he could have saved them. But now, he had to save himself first.
Lake Elsinore, California
Just landing from an Accelerated Free Fall instruction skydive, Bill pulled the Motorola handheld radio out of his jumpsuit pocket to start talking his student down under canopy. After trying to key the radio three times, switching it off and back on, he realized it wasn’t functioning about the same time he heard a pop and felt his parachute container shift.
Looking over his shoulder, he could see that his reserve pilot chute had deployed, and realized that the pop he heard was probably the Automatic Actuation Device firing and cutting the closing loop for his reserve parachute.
Bill looked back at his student and saw that the student’s reserve parachute was beginning to deploy behind the first student jumper, giving the first jump student a two-canopy-out malfunction. From inside the drop zone office, someone was yelling that they had lost power, and as he looked to the runway approach he saw that the Twin Otter that was landing had lost power to its engines.
Within seconds, everything had simply stopped working.
In the meantime, Bill's student had not reacted to the two-out scenario as he had been taught in the First Jump Course, but had let the canopies pull apart and rotate into a down plane. He was plummeting straight down towards the ground at seventy miles per hour.
Shrugging out of his parachute harness, Bill began running to where his student had impacted the ground. The student was still alive, but barely so, with obviously broken bones in his legs and arms. Bill began trying to stabilize the student’s neck, yelling to Steven, the drop zone manager, for the trauma bag and to call 911.
Bill looked back up at the other tandem pairs still in the air and saw that they were fighting their own two-out malfunctions. He then noticed three large, high-flying aircraft passing overhead in formation, each trailing a thick, dark cloud that looked nothing like a contrail.
Steven came running with the trauma bag and began stabilizing the student, but they were suddenly covered by a thick, oily substance raining down from the sky.
Distracted, they paused for a moment, then looked back at the student only to see his body shudder with a dying breath. Steven checked for a pulse, checked for breathing, and, finding neither, closed the dead skydiver’s eyes.
Bill cursed, and Steven began gathering the medical supplies he had dumped out of the trauma bag. As they both stood to walk back to the hangar, the dead student suddenly sat upright and grabbed Bill’s jumpsuit, pulling him off his feet and onto the ground.
Steven could only scream as the dead student, moaning loudly, grabbed Bill and bit violently into his throat, spraying blood across the three of them. Now covered in oil and blood, Steven dropped the medic bag and ran for the hangar.
As Always Happy Reading my little zombie freaks!
Claire C. Riley
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