The Survivalistas

For those of you chomping at the bit to see what happens to Piper and her crew, here's a quick update. I have the rest of chapter 7 and some of chapter 8 handwritten in my handi dandi notebook, I just need to find time to actually type it out. Also I have to be in the right frame of mind, because the handwritten portion is kind of like notes and I tend to embellish it as I'm typing. Think handwritten= first draft and typed = second draft. Writing it out by hand is like an outline for what I want to do, when I type it I fill it out more, then usually I flesh it out slightly more before it goes to smashwords. Which is why the smashwords version is sometimes slightly different than the blog and I put unedited version at the bottom of every post. I have the rest of this book as well as book 3.5 and book 4 percolating around in my brain. It's a pretty crowded place in there. I'll give you a heads up, like Piper, book 4 Cleo leans more toward New Adult than YA. Yet Book 3.5 a...

Chapter 7 Piper let the radio scan through the stations, she hadn’t heard any sort of broadcast in days. Picking up the mic she decided to give it one last try before shutting down. Keying the mic she said, “Is anyone out there? If you can hear me, please reply.” Pausing she looked around, then added, “Is anyone still alive out there? I just want to know that we're not alone.” Piper winced at the desperation in her voice. The waves of zombies had slowed to a trickle, yet they had been reluctant to leave the farm. The few trips she and Gavin had chanced to Adams had resulted in very little. Her father hadn’t planned for a group this big bugging in, and even with rationing supplies had started to dwindle. The radio crackled startling her, then she heard. “You're not alone.” Someone was out there, and had survived this long. In her excitement to reply she dropped the mic and had to fumble to pick it back up. “Thank the Goddess. My names Piper I'm with a few friend just North o...

Chapter 6 Piper shivered, wishing she'd grabbed a coat to put over her sweatshirt before coming out for watch. Even though May had been unseasonably warm, the early mornings were chilly and the thick fog wasn’t helping matters. Gavin reached over and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. They sat on the porch roof, looking out toward the road. With binoculars they could see as far as the highway, and watch the waves of zombies drifting away from Watertown. So far they had been lucky and only a few stragglers had stumbled their way. Today the fog was so thick they could only see a few feet beyond the roof’s edge. Piper didn't like the lack of visibility. She raised the binoculars to her eyes, but all she could make out where dark shifting shapes in the mist. It was impossible to tell trees from animals or zombies. These living dead didn't even have the courtesy to moan. Lowering the binoculars she frowned and squinted into the fog. Some of the shapes seemed to be...