So I’ve finally begun the rewriting and posting of my (semi-infamous) zombie novel! It’ll all take place here once a week, primarily on Mondays (though possibly more than once a week). Below the jump you’ll find the beginnings of the novel, just a short borderline teaser piece to get you hooked in (I hope!). Criticisms and critique are more than welcome! Your input is what will guide my second revision process and maybe even help lead to eventual publication.
A little background: This novel was begun at some point last year (I’m honestly somewhat fuzzy on exactly when I started it). I wrote it on my BlackBerry, of all places, just to see if it was possible to write an entire novel on a handheld like some people (notably Peter V. Brett and Styles P, though I started mine well before I knew about Styles P’s attempts). The trip has been rather amusing and entertaining, frustrating at times, but definitely an exercise in patience and creativity. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, and I’d recommend anybody willing to make the attempt give it a shot. You’d be surprised what you can come up with! If you have any questions about the process itself, feel free to drop me a comment and I’ll be more than happy to answer anything you throw at me. 🙂
So that’s enough blathering from me. On with the story! (P.S. I hope @crackberrykevin appreciates the role he plays in this story lol.)
From Avi Geller’s Diary, February 3, 2010:
It all started sometime around July 24, 2009. Nobody’s sure of the exact date. The media and the government did too good of a job keeping everything covered up, keeping the initial deaths hushed up until it escaped their control, for anyone to pinpoint the exact date the world descended into Hell.
Idiots. If they’d only warned us sooner…
There are a few facts that everyone is certain of. The date may be unknown, but the location was clear as water—though even that’s not too clear anymore. It all began at the CDC. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. More specifically, the CDC on Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia. The ones whose jobs should have focused on putting a stop to this before it even really began.
But anyway, it started there. And it spread out from Atlanta like only a virus can. It started with a little tickle in the back of a throat. A cough. Itchy, watery eyes. Maybe some sneezing. It probably looked like a bad case of the allergies.
But then the fevers began. And the delirium. And then death.
And then the nightmares began. All from a little cough from someone who appeared to be totally harmless.
I think I heard once that it took three months before the government even acknowledged there was a problem. By then, it was too late. People infected with a virus they didn’t even know they had had already been on and off planes, over borders and into restaurants and schools and on playgrounds and ships and every other mode of transportation imaginable. Our interconnected world ended up contributing to our doom.
Everybody remembers when we heard of the first confirmed case of the Michaluk Virus (official name: RPV, or Regenerative Psychotic Virus). It was a lot like older people remember where they were when they heard about the attack on Pearl Harbor, or the 9/11 terrorist attacks. It seemed to take over the airwaves, gradually at first, but more and more, the evening news reports were overtaken by stories of growing numbers of deaths and rebirths, if what happened can be called such a thing. And then those who rose from their last slumber began attacking others, and there were more of them, always growing, always hungry.
So that’s where we stand now. One hundred and two days after the first confirmed victim of the Michaluk Virus died, then rolled over and bit a chunk out of his girlfriend’s shoulder. A lot has changed since then; our entire world has. Things are no longer and will never be the same again.
As for me? I’m in Ground Zero: Atlanta, Georgia.
My name is Avi Geller. My mission is to find out the truth about what happened at the end of the world or die trying.