The Survivalistas

**** Lyric jerked awake to a blaring siren. Marcus was already dressed and yanking on his boots. “A drill?” Lyric asked rubbing her eyes. “Maybe, but I don't think so.” She sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed. “Be careful.” Marcus nodded, his expression serious. “I will, Hon.” He gave her a quick kiss and left. Lyric changed from her pajamas into jeans and one of Marcus's sweat shirts. Leaving the light off, she went to the window peering out the blinds to see if she could see anything. Gun shots rang out. It wasn't a drill. Not wasting any time Lyric yanked a half full backpack out from under the bed. After a quick look over the contents, she began adding a few things. Taking Marcus's handgun from the nightstand she strapped the holster on and packed extra ammunition. Screams and increasing gun fire, grew louder outside, but Lyric forced herself to ignore it and focus on survival. A loud slam against the door, caused her to jump. Fumbling out the handgun, sh...

Chapter 1 Lyric stared at the ceiling in the stuffy gymnasium. Two month since Marcus, the soldier, had brought them to Fort Drum. No one had explained anything at first but now she knew the truth. Mostly thanks to Marcus. They had hit it off becoming friends, and it had blossom into something more. He'd let slip a few classified things. Like that the people attacking had been zombies, transformed due to the virus put in the recalled meat. He'd also let slip that the camp was in lock down, once in that was it. No one was aloud back out. Her parent still hadn't contacted her, or showed up. Lost in thought she almost didn't hear Marcus whisper. “You sleeping, Lyric.” She rolled toward him, at least as much as the small cot let her. “No.” “Good come on.” With a smile, Lyric climbed out of the cot, and grabbed her issued rucksack, which held all her possessions. Tossing it over her shoulder, she followed Marcus out of the Gym and over to the barracks. Stepping from the...

“And the winner of the twenty-ninth annual Miss Ireland pageant is...” A scream interrupted the announcer. In the back of the theater a woman fought against a man who looked drunk. The announcer called for security while a man ran to help the woman. The doors opened and more people surged into the theater, lurching as though they to had had to much to drink. Over head loud speakers squealed, “Will everyone please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion.” The announcer looked at Lyric and the other girls. “Out the fire exits.” He gestured as the judges scrambled up on stage and followed them. Jude, one of the other pageant entries, pushed the door open and let out a yelp as a man rushed at her. She struggled to keep his snapping teeth away from her face, screaming all the while. Without thinking Lyric grabbed a metal folding chair from where it leaned against the wall and swung with all her might. There was a wet thunk and the man let go falling to the floor. Jude stared at Lyri...

Prologue   Pulling her long blond hair into a pony tail, Lyric studied her reflection for a moment. Why couldn't she look more like her Dad? Then this thing would be in the bag. Wrinkling her nose at her too blue eyes and pale skin, she pulled on a head band to keep her bangs out of her face. Picking up a tube on the counter she squeezed a line of blue green face mask out onto her fingers and slathered it over her face, careful not to get any on her manicure. Once she was satisfied her face was completely covered, she put the tube back and washed her hands. Exiting the bathroom she found her mother shaking her head at the television. Her mom looked up at her. “Would you look at this insanity. People attacking each other, looting, it's mayhem in the big cities. Everyone's going crazy after this last attack.” Lyric settled next to her mother on the couch watching the latest news coverage of New York City. The screen was filled with overwhelmed nurses and packed emergency w...

Terrorist have infected several meat packing plants across the US. People are getting sick and dieing... then coming back.  All Lyric wanted was to be the next Miss Ireland for the Irish Festival, and she got it along with her life altering. Now she's wishing she had taken self defense lessons instead of dance and learned how to shoot a gun instead of pretty feet. With the help of Marcus and Ira, she heads to the Adirondacks to find her Uncle's Survival School. The only place she can think of that might still be a safe haven. Yet the road is full of dangers and not just the living dead. She might never reunite with her family and if she does will it be the way she expected? Prologue: Part 1 , Part 2 Chapter 1: Part 1 , Part 2 Chapter 2: Part 1 Chapter 3: Part 1 , Part 2 , Chapter 4: Part 1 Chapter 5: Part 1 Chapter 6: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 Chapter 7: Part 1 Chapter 8: Part 1 , Part 2 Chapter 9: Part 1 , Part 2 Chapter 10:  Part 1 , Part 2 Epilogue Book 2 of The Survi...

I know it's late. I said end of February and here it is March 2 but, I'm sorry, formatting took longer than I thought it would. Especially when working around ten hour work days, kids and hubby. This is why I don't write professionally anymore. Anyway back to the topic at hand, you can now get book 1 of The Survivalistas Series as an ebook for free on Smashwords. To get your copy click here -> The Survivalistas: Book 1- Indiana Now for those of you eagerly awaiting book 2 to start all I can say is keep your panties on I'm working on it.