||Jun 21 2012
Glen Novak survived the apocalypse, but he won’t survive the day. He has twenty-four hours to tie up every loose end of a misspent life before he becomes a monster.
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Today is the last day of Glen Novak’s life. Five years after the end of the world, the last remaining humans are barricaded in a small vacation town on the California coast, beset by hordes of the undead. A single bite turns a man into a walking corpse. There is no cure and no hope. Someone made sure Novak was bitten and now he has one day to put things in order, protect his people, exact revenge and most importantly, come to grips with a loss of control that is anathema to him. The community he spent five years building is falling apart in echo of his own body’s deterioration, and he will have to cope with his own anger to avoid pulling it down around him.
Most people thought that a shot to the brain was enough to take out a geek. But then again, most people were dead.
It was only half the story. People liked simplicity. The economy was the fault of one guy, the President, or a bunch of easily ID’d outsiders. The problem with reality is that it’s always more complex than that. In this case, the complexity had gotten the vast majority of the human race killed.
Glen Novak had it broken down, itemized and cross-referenced. He drew some amusement from a dark place when a simple headshot was tried. He liked to say, “If I had a nickel for every time some hotshot plugged a geek through the forehead and nearly shit himself when the bastard kept coming, I’d have a giant useless sack of nickels.” Stew explained it to him one time, probably from when Judy Bloch had explained it to Stew. Novak didn’t remember the whole shebang, just that whatever animated them was deep, the Medusa something. It was a little tube at the bottom that some people called the reptile brain. Stew broke it down: “Geeks don’t think, so they don’t need the top and they don’t remember, so they don’t need the back. But they do bite.”
The science – what little was actually known – didn’t really enter Novak’s mind very often. He concentrated on the realities. How to kill.
He had a simple speech depending on what someone had scavenged:
Gun, spear, anything that punctures: aim for the nose or mouth or the top of the head.
Hammer, baseball bat, anything that crushes: aim for the face and peel it.
Machete, sword, anything that slices: cut the top of the head off.
Pick, axe, anything that’s a lever with a spike: top of the head, base of the neck.
The real joke was that while killing a geek was a matter of precision, they could kill a man with the slightest nibble.
Undead on Arrival
Joseph Conrad's character Kurtz said 'The horror! The horror!' in The Heart of Darkness. He could have been alluding to this slice of zombie fiction. The horror is unrelenting, from the doom-laden beginning to the riveting end. This book is not for the squeamish, being peppered with blood, gore, swearing and sex, but it certainly maintains an uncanny and quite clammy grip of suspense, while grimly examining the duality of human nature.
- Robert Morton, author of Death is Another Life
Undead on Arrival
Something is rotten in the Central California town of Devon... and it's not
just the smell of the zombies besieging its walls. Welcome to Undead on
Arrival, a novel that ingeniously fuses the hard-boiled detective genre with
the horrors of the zombie apocalypse. Get ready for a two-fisted thrill ride
of murder and betrayal as Glen Novak has only a matter of hours to find out
who punched his ticket and get his revenge, before he succumbs to the virus
in his veins that will truly make him a dead man walking.
- Clinton Wolf, Creator of Zombie Ranch
Undead on Arrival
Glen Novak is a dead man.
Unfortunately for the scumbag that had the guts to take him out, Novak will
keep on cracking skulls and breaking bones until he either finds the piece
of trash that set him up for a geek bite, or is forced to take himself out
before he turns into a walking sack of rotten meat.
With *Undead On Arrival*, Justin Robinson gives us a hard boiled take on
the Zombie genre that stands out as one of the most compellingly brutal
examinations of the living dead you’ll ever read. Through the eyes of Novak
we are forced to experience firsthand what it means to watch and more
importantly, *feel*, your body slowly blacken and die, becoming a *thing
its own wants and needs.
For those wishing to avoid becoming geek-bait in the upcoming zombie
apocalypse, *Undead On Arrival *is *must* reading.
--Scott Closter, creator of Space Doubles and SPi
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