Apocalipstick
Lisa Acerbo
Horror/Paranormal Romance/Urban Sci-Fi
Eternal Press
206 pages
Cover by: Dawne Dominique
Available at Amazon * B&N
Blurb
Life is bad after the apocalypse...the undead just made it worse. Jenna should be having the time of her life at college. Instead, her one desire is survival. She lives in a world gone insane after a virus kills most of the population. Being alive after the apocalypse is bad, but when the undead return, hungry for humans, times turn darker. For Jenna and a small group of survivors, the goal is to reach the High Point Inn. At the inn, Jenna develops feelings for Caleb, who, while exotic and intoxicating, is not quite human. Will this new utopia last?
Excerpt
“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes…” ran through Jenna’s mind, another remnant of
her former life. Now the graveyard was the safest place. Evil openly roamed the
streets and it was coming for her.
Jenna blinked the sweat out of
her eyes and took a deep breath. She swayed with exhaustion. Angels, symbols of
all things God and good, adornments of the dead, swam in and out of Jenna’s
clouded vision. She placed a scarred hand on the peaceful, cold stone markers, embellished
with the names of forgotten loved ones. Nowadays, loved ones wanted to come
back from the grave and claw your face off, devour your insides.
Jenna wanted to lie down and give
up. She was tired and had lost everyone she knew. Hair lank and greasy, mud
splattered clothing, old and mismatched. Instead of admitting defeat, she
forced herself to stay alert, pushing matted, raven hair out of her eyes with a
dirty hand. Jenna could not remember a time in her recent history where she
felt clean or had a moment in which she was not fighting to stay alive. Looking
around the darkened landscape, she wanted to live. She shoved to her feet once
again.
Gingerly, with a limp, she
started walking deeper into the cemetery.
She had twisted her ankle during the jump from the gate. The last sprint
had been hell. Her stomach ached where the scar stretched from side to side,
but her ankle worried her most. If she could not run, Jenna would be food for
the dead. Hopefully, she’d find shelter soon.
A noise echoed through what
should have been deserted gravestones. Jenna froze for a second, panicked, but
then instinct kicked in. She pivoted on her good foot, grabbing for the knife
in her pocket. It was all she had left, after losing the gun during her escape
yesterday.
Jenna ran back into the oldest
part of the graveyard, until she came up to a small mausoleum. It looked more
like a shack, a collage of tumbling stone and wood. She pulled on the door, but
it stuck, even as everything around it decayed. She felt her way around the
side. Her hand slithered across the remains of what once was a delicate,
stained glass window. Shards of color caught her coat. Using her elbow,
shielded by her jacket, she knocked out the remaining pieces and then painfully
pulled herself inside.
Crouched on the ground, she was
tempted to give herself over to tears, but instead searched for anything
useful. A sturdy casket dominated the tiny interior of the room. The
dilapidated mausoleum housed little of use, but someone must have been there before
her. Rusty tools, wrenches, hoes, and a beat up shovel lay scattered across the
floor, abandoned. They might make good weapons, but were heavy to haul. The
handle to the shovel would be usable if she could dislodge it from the base.
She’d try. In addition to the
mostly useless tools, Jenna found a box of matches near the charred remains of
a former fire which littered the corner. Maybe, if she ever felt safe, she
could light a fire and feel warm. For once. Jenna hunkered down, shovel in
hand, and began to ply the handle apart from the base. She had to hurry. They
would soon be upon her.
About the Author
Lisa Acerbo is a high school
teacher and adjunct faculty at the University of Phoenix. She lives in
Connecticut with her husband, daughters, three cats, and two horses. When not
writing, she mountain bikes, hikes, and tries to pursue some type of further
education--she's working towards an EdD.
Twitter: @apocalipstick_
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