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Zombies, deadly chipmunks, tacos, and an out of control infection. So, reality, but funnier. Sid Singleton came to the El Coyote Gordo hoping for decent tacos and salsa fresca worthy of the name. Instead, he found zombies as zombie as any zombie ever zombied. Now it's up to him to find every last staggering flesh-eating fiend in the surrounding Coyote National Forest in order to stop this local infection from making the world into a great big apocalypse enchilada. A grande burrito of a novel seasoned with snarky wit and unforgettable characters, it is book one in a series full of zombies, deadly chipmunks, and dark humor.
Don't stagger, run! Buy the first book of Silvercrest zombie mayhem today! From Chapter 6: I made it out to the parking lot in time to see the dishwasher pedaling away on his bike followed by a gruesome sombrero'd silhouette. Against the parking lot light, the tassels of that big sombrero dangled in time with the left forearm hanging by only a few stretched tendons from the place where the cook's cleaver had chopped it. I heard his soccer dad sneakers scraping the pavement in dead bass notes under the receding high-pitched squeaks of the dishwasher's bicycle chain. I wondered, would I see any sign of that cool soccer camping Dad demeanor if I looked in his eyes. I saw no difference in his behavior. From here, he was all zombie, no dad.
Don't stagger, run! Buy the first book of Silvercrest zombie mayhem today! From Chapter 6: I made it out to the parking lot in time to see the dishwasher pedaling away on his bike followed by a gruesome sombrero'd silhouette. Against the parking lot light, the tassels of that big sombrero dangled in time with the left forearm hanging by only a few stretched tendons from the place where the cook's cleaver had chopped it. I heard his soccer dad sneakers scraping the pavement in dead bass notes under the receding high-pitched squeaks of the dishwasher's bicycle chain. I wondered, would I see any sign of that cool soccer camping Dad demeanor if I looked in his eyes. I saw no difference in his behavior. From here, he was all zombie, no dad.
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