The Survivalistas

There won't be a part of Lyric posting this week I'm sorry to say. I haven't had time to write very much lately. Usually I write long hand in a notebook then type it up on the weekends when I have more time but I just didn't have the time this weekend. I needed to get caught up on reviews for Mama Knows Books. Also I  had some stuff that I needed to get done for up coming craft fairs, that my mom will be attending as Mabel and Nanny's Designs. I'm making something new which people seem to like, at craft fairs anyway, paracord flip flops. Pretty neat huh? I find it unfortunate that we need this pesky little thing called sleep because I would be able to get so much more done without having to do it. Yet if I don't get enough... well lets just say you don't want to be around me. Anyhoo... I also wanted to let you in on a project I'm working on which I will be revealing between The Survivalista's Book 2 and Book 3. It's something a little diffe...

Chapter 9 Lyric fiddled with some dials on the radio in front of her, then looked down at the manual on the desk. Flopping back in the chair she shook her head, and picked up her coffee cup. Taking a sip, she made a face and choked down the cold liquid. “Yuck.” She muttered to herself, sitting it back down. No one else was even up yet, other than Ira and Earl who were keeping watch. Unable to sleep, she had slipped off the couch once Marcus had fallen unconscious, made a pot of coffee and came down her to monkey with the radios. The military channels were nothing but static. She'd found one weak civilian broadcast but after listening she'd realized it was just a recording. Jotting down the frequency she planned to go back later and see if anything new came up. Rubbing her eyes she started when a static voice filled the speaker. “Is anyone out there? If you can hear me, please reply.” Lyric snatched up the mic then paused, what if it was a trick. Maybe the Moose River Crazi...

**** “You're sure they're gone?” Indie asked, from the kitchen table. Lyric tapped the radio clipped to her pants. “As far as I can tell. All I can say for certain is no radio chatter.” Indie nodded, looking much older than her seventeen years. “I think we need some sleep, but should have at least two people on watch one out front and one watching the back. I don't trust these guys and there is still the zombies to worry about.” Ira spoke up, “I'll take the front.” Earl raised his hand. “I'm still pretty amped I'll watch the back.” “Ok, then I suggest the rest of us get some sleep.” Lyric felt a tug on her hand and turned to Marcus who stood behind her. He inclined his head down the hall and she followed him into a small office. Pulling her inside he shut the door behind them, as soon as it clicked shut he wrapped his arms around her. Holding her tight against him, Lyric buried her face in his chest taking comfort in his embrace. “This is crazy.” He murmured...

Chapter 8 “Are you sure they we're going to attack tonight?” Susie hissed, then yawned. Lyric gave her a sympathetic look, they were sitting under the windows in the upstairs bedroom. It was close to three in the morning, everyone was tired but on edge. “Yes. I figure anytime now, they want to try and catch us when were asleep.” Susie lay her head against the wall. “Fine then wake me when they get here.” Lyric sighed, she wished she could just close her eyes for a few minutes. Her body screamed at her from the clean up, hauling dead bodies was tiring. Just as her eyes were creeping shut the outside light came on. Instantly awake she listened, wondering if it was another raccoon or skunk, then she heard the unmistakable sound of a shot gun. More gun shots people yelling, she scrambled to her knees peering over the windowsill. She saw men a few wounded lay on the ground, other forms hunkered down behind the outbuildings and trucks. Lyric nudged Susie until she woke. The hand held t...

A few days ago I received a review from Bee at ButterFly-O-Meter for The Survivalista: Book 1 Indiana. It was a very nice review and she gave the book 4 Bees. Take a peek.   http://butterfly-o- meter.com/2014/06/the- survivalistas-indiana-by- shandy-jo .

Chapter 7 “So any idea where these Deadheads came from?” Fred asked leaning back in his chair. The others cast uncertain glances around the table. Susie stood quickly and began picking up empty plates. Finally Indie shook her head, “No. I didn’t see this many on the way to town and Lyric said she didn’t see many on the way here from Big Moose. From what the Doc said, these things should be decomposing faster so that there was an end date.” Marcus pushed his plate away. “Our Medics on base said the virus was mutating. They had been getting info from the CDC so they could treat bite victims.” He shook his head, “I didn’t understand a lot of the medical jargon, but what I got was it wasn’t good.” Indie puffed out a sigh and rubbed her temples. “Yeah the Doc mentioned that too.” Lyric shook her head and stood to help Susie clean the table. She was glad she wasn’t the unofficial leader of this motley crew. Entering the kitchen she found Susie at the sink, head down and shoulders shaking....