Jack Katz is a zombie hunter. Have axe and
attitude, will travel. In her tropical home town of Cairns
But zombies aren’t her only problem. Her
do-gooder sister is in town, her next door neighbors are weird and three men lust
after her body. Then there’s her mysterious mentor Squiggly. What does he want
from her?
Excerpt...
“You killed him!” The blonde stepped back
from the women with the axe, her eyes were wide open with horror at what she
was witnessing.
“Almost.” The brunette held a long handle
axe in her right hand as she lifted her left arm and wiped the sweat off her brow
onto the fabric covering her left forearm. This
humidity is a bitch.
“He’s bleeding!”
Like
I need hysterics now. But that was her sister for
you. Always worried about mere details. “Yes, now get out of my way.” Her
sister scrambled backwards, sliding on the blood covering the floor. “I have to
whack him again.” She lifted the axe high and smashed it down into the man’s
head. Blood spurted, bones cracked and the sickening squelch of bursting brain
filled the air. Her arms ached like the devil but whining was not going to help
get the job done. She lifted up the axe and smacked it down once more. Blood
and gore flew everywhere. She was pleased she was wearing her usual gothic
black. It was businesslike and rarely showed bloody stains if washed correctly.
“Fuck!” her sister screamed and rammed her
back against a nearby wall as if it was somehow going to anchor her to reality.
“Stop it! He’s dead, for God sakes!”
“Nah, his head has to come off and I have
to split his heart open.” The axe came down once more. “And there is no God.
These bastards roaming the streets prove that.”
“I don’t know who you are anymore!”
She turned to her sister. “Hey, I never
asked you to come and visit in Cairns
“Mum thought it’d be nice if we bonded—Oh
jeez! The head’s come off! I’m going to puke.”
“So, go and vomit outside.” She aimed the
axe at the chest cavity. At that moment the grotesquely bloodied and hacked man
looked up at her, his severed head no longer attached to his body.
“Bloody hell! His eyes opened! How is that
even possible?” the blonde shrieked.
The brunette rolled her eyes. “Stop
screaming! I don’t have time for hysterics.” She had a job to do. Normally
there was never an audience around when she did it. Explaining things to people
wasted time and frankly was a pain in the ass because they never understood and
always kept asking ‘why?’
Whack! Whack! Whack! The final blow
cleaved his heart in two. His eyes closed and blood spurted out like a fountain
from his chest. Her sister projectile vomited onto her shoes. “Damn it! I just
cleaned those!” It was hard to work when civilians were about. They always
whined, questioned and threw up.
“You already have blood on them!” Her
sister was shaking and wiping her mouth.
“Blood I can hose off. Vomit requires more
effort.” She wasn’t sure why. Possibly it’s an enzyme, acid thing. I should look that up. She mentally put
it on her list of things to do after clean shoes and sharpen axe.
“Who are
you?”
She dropped the axe head on the floor and
leaned against the long, wooden shaft and grinned. “Jack Katz, licensed zombie
killer.”
“Does mum know about this?” Nancy Katz’s
eyes were wide with horror.
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