My latest novel,
Aliens Versus Zombies should hit Amazon in July. It's a most unconventional sci-fi/zombie hybrid.
The end of the world began with a neither a bang nor a whimper, but with pain. March 23, 2033 was the day the Tibetan hemorrhagic fever virus jumped species.
Eighty-two percent of the human race—more than eight billion people—died within six months, screaming as necrotic tissues rotted on the bone. Of the eighteen percent of humanity that survived the pandemic, nearly all suffered through intense fever that resulted in damage to the higher brain functions. They didn’t die, but they also were no longer quite human. Instead, they became ravening feral hordes, forever hunting for living things to eat: people, dogs, snakes—it didn’t matter. As long as it had a heartbeat, the zombies—for want of a better term—pursued and ate it. However these zombies were not the mindless, shuffling, automatons of horror fiction. They were something else entirely. They were fast, cunning, hunted in packs, and could use simple tools.
The remaining eight-tenths of one percent of humanity—fewer than eight million individuals worldwide—were immune to the virus. However, with the collapse of all governments and military they stood little chance of surviving long-term against almost two billion zombies.
And then, fourteen months after the plague struck, the Drahtch invasion fleet arrived with more than twenty thousand armed ships, two million ground troops, and a half-million colonists.
Mankind doesn’t stand a chance.
Or does it?
To find out more about this and my other novels, go to my blog at http://tesserene.blogspot.com or my website: http://MarkTerenceChapman.com, where there’s a free sample chapter.
I finally have an ordering link for Aliens Versus Zombies. It's available now for preordering, with delivery on July 10. As an incentive to buy early, the price is only $0.99 (US) or £0.99 (UK), with equivalent pricing in other countries, through release day. On July 11, the price goes up.
Eighty-two percent of the human race—more than eight billion people—died within six months, screaming as necrotic tissues rotted on the bone. Of the eighteen percent of humanity that survived the pandemic, nearly all suffered through intense fever that resulted in damage to the higher brain functions. They didn’t die, but they also were no longer quite human. Instead, they became ravening feral hordes, forever hunting for living things to eat: people, dogs, snakes—it didn’t matter. As long as it had a heartbeat, the zombies—for want of a better term—pursued and ate it. However these zombies were not the mindless, shuffling, automatons of horror fiction. They were something else entirely. They were fast, cunning, hunted in packs, and could use simple tools.
*** Update! This morning the book reached #29 on the Military Sci-fi list and #32 on the Space Opera list! ***
My new military sci-fi/space opera novel, My Other Car is a Spaceship, has been out for only four days, but it's selling like gangbusters. (Yesterday it hit the Top 100 for military SF.)
