Also yes. I am back.
I’d like to officially announce my candidacy for president.
Haha. No. Seriously you couldn’t pay me enough…
As you might be able to tell, I am (actually) officially announcing the long awaited sequel to Black Friday: A Zombie Story!
Due to a recent surge in interest, mostly by the people around me, I have decided to ride the newfound popularity like it’s the cow jumping over the moon. Also people have been asking.
I think I’ve been avoiding it all these long years because I didn’t think it would ever get as much attention as the original, or that I could please people they way I didn’t with BF:AZS.
But the recent attention as brought the story, and how it ended back into my mind and my heart. And I want to make people happy.
The only problem is figuring out the logistics! With the plot and ending of the first one, how in Bob’s name are gonna open up a new chapter?!
But I’m sure gonna try!
Stay tuned for updates, you can find most here:
Nothing could have been salvaged. Unless you were looking for charred bricks and broken tile. So there was nothing to stand guard over, nothing to protect, or prevent. A few took the opportunity to check out the ruins, even few still dared venture to close. They’d heard rumors of what had happened.
One very nosy, very brave, and some say very stupid young man went wandering there. Bradley VanHoose, cell phone camera in hand, stumbled over the broken bricks and warped metal beams, filming his own personal horror movie.
It was growing dark, the sun had already begun its decent behind the hill where the store had once sat, the air was already growing cooler. And yet still he wandered.
Climbing over what once was a clothing wrack, nearly tripping, he panned over the fire blackened mess.
“The world was not the same since the aliens came. They destroyed our homes, our schools, our stores where we got our necessities,” he said in a deep, narrator voice. He turned the phone’s camera on himself. “But they would not destroy our spirit!”
He continued filming and narrating the wreckage of what once was, stumbling and tripping over debris. What he didn’t see was the movement behind him.
Somehow, despite the heat of the blaze, the force of the water hoses, the trampling of the fire department, inspectors and police, something survived. Out of the ashes it crawled, something that might have once been a familiar face.
It was burned and broken and missing a limb or two. It was charred and blackened like its surroundings, but it was still moving. Somehow. It pulled itself out from under collapsed ceiling tile and a steal beam.
Bradley didn’t hear the movement behind him, distracted as he was by his amateur movie making. Bradley didn’t hear that the thing that once was Betsy Collins was moving faster than imaginable.
When he felt something tug at his pant leg, he instinctively kicked it away without looking. About to continue on, he felt it again. He slowly turned to look down and saw the blacked hand of betsything tugging at his jeans, trying to climb.
Bradley screamed, jerking his leg away, but Betsything had a dangerously powerful grip and would not release him. Tripping and falling into what was once the bag carousel on the end of a register, the metal bars stabbing bluntly into his back, he then banged his head on the base as he landed.
Nearly blacking out he shook his head and opened his eyes. The thing was crawling up his torso. He screamed once more as its fleshless fingers dug into his skin, pulling itself up.
His last conscious thoughts were of the rancid rotten charred smell pouring from the betsything’s oozing gaping mouth.
“Black Friday: A Zombie Story” is, of everything I’ve ever written, my favorite thing. It makes me laugh, it makes me sad. There’s suspense, there’s action. There are people from my life in it, and it reflects aspects of my life. It was also quite popular with my coworkers.
I love it, to say the least.
But just about the only thing I didn’t like about it was the way I chose to end it. Technically there were three endings. The original, the one I went with, and the alternate.
The original is lost forever to the alternate domination known as “deletopia”. I don’t even remember it. The one that I put at the end as the final chapter was idiotic, and the alternate was me trying to feel better about it.
The reality is that I didn’t want to end it. I enjoyed almost every single moment of writing it, I enjoyed even more the attention–however limited–it received. I have actually sold a few copies in Amazon, a few of which I cannot account for from friends. But I had to end it, and end it I did.
I just ain’t happy.
So, with the current republishing process I’m taking BF:AZS through, I planned on rewriting the ending to better reflect the story, the changes (though none to plot) and the possible future.
But I’m having an insanely difficult time doing it. AGAIN.
I have had so many ideas for the ending, but when I sit down to write it, I draw a blank. It also doesn’t help that I’m afraid my current fans–those who read the original ending–won’t like it.
But, in order for me to get back at writing completion of this project is important. I have a schedule to keep (I thought it’d help me get done, but I’d forgotten about the ending). I’ve fallen behind twice.
So, hopefully by or before actual “Black Friday 2015” I’ll have a new version of “Black Friday: A Zombie Story” available.
And maybe there’ll be a part two 😉