argh!, tweeners!, damn them and there using the word ''safe'' as a greeting how can anyone born before 1990 understand that stuff?
dude that link was aesome id heard rumors about disintergration, adn as good a writer as moody is (from the perspective of another write) i do kinda think hater sounds eerily like 28 days later, but it was bound to come up again now that the zombie alternative (like soy zombies) are out there now.
if you havent visited the link i suggest you do the first book is a free couple -a-hundred pages novel, no catch.
and if you visit this forum ever your books rock david adn thanks for the postcards i dumped one or two at my local college's message board and i wrote if you love zombie check this out, and a few people wrote "oaky" on em,lol.
basically these books i hold in as high regard as romeros films, there that good.
heres a little excert, so read this and judge for yourself ,this is why i thnk the series rocks, its so fast paced.
Despite the fact that each one of the survivors had reached
new levels of emotional and mental exhaustion, not one of
them could even contemplate trying to sleep. This lack of
sleep meant that the disparate body of frightened and desperate
people were becoming even more frightened and
desperate with each passing minute. The hall was lit only
by a few dim gas lamps and the odd torch, and this lack of
light seemed to compound the disorientation and fear felt
by all of them. By midnight the tensions and frustrations
felt by even the most placid members of the group had
risen to dangerously high levels.
Jenny Hall, who had held her three month old baby boy
in her arms as he died on Tuesday morning, had dared to
complain about the food she’d been given earlier in the
evening. Although she’d meant nothing by her innocent
comments, the cook - the usually quiet and reserved Stuart
Jeffries - had taken it personally.
‘You stupid ****ing bitch,’ he screamed, his face literally
millimeters from hers. ‘What gives you the right to
criticise? ****ing hell, you’re not the only one who’s had it
tough. Christ, we’re all in the same ****ing boat here...’
Jenny wiped streaming tears from her face with shaking
hands. She was convulsing with fear and could hardly coordinate
her movements.
‘I didn’t mean to...’ she stammered. ‘I was only trying
to...’
AUTUMN - David Moody
66
‘Shut your mouth!’ Stuart shouted, grabbing hold of her
arms and pinning her against the wall. ‘Just shut your ****ing
mouth!’
For a second Michael just stood and watched, stunned
and numbed and unable to quite comprehend what he was
seeing. He quickly managed to snap himself out of his disbelieving
trance and actually do something to help. He
grabbed hold of Stuart and yanked him away from Jenny,
leaving her to slide down the wall and collapse in a sobbing
heap on the dirty brown floor.
‘Bastard,’ she spat, looking up at him. ‘You ****ing bastard.’
Michael manhandled Stuart across the room and pushed
him down into a chair.
‘What the hell is going on?’ he demanded.
Stuart didn’t respond. He sat staring at the floor. His
face was flushed red. His fists were clenched tight and his
body shook with anger.
‘What’s the problem?’ Michael asked again.
Stuart still didn’t move.
‘Not good enough for her, are we?’ he eventually muttered.
‘What?’
‘That little bitch,’ he seethed. ‘Thinks she’s something
special, doesn’t she? Thinks she’s a cut above the rest of
us.’ He looked up and stared and pointed at Jenny. ‘Thinks
she’s the only one who’s lost everything.’
‘You’re not making any sense,’ Michael said, sitting
down on a bench close to Stuart. ‘What are you talking
about?’
Stuart couldn’t - or wouldn’t - answer. Tears of frustration
welled in his tired eyes. Rather than let Michael see the
extent of his fraught emotion he got up and stormed out of
the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
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