Series: Territory of the Dead #1
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A letter found on the clear glass case of the only gun shop in Pleasant, LA
My name is Tabitha Alexanders. Congratulations. If you're reading this letter, you're one of the survivors from the zombie apocalypse. Take care, or you won't last for long.
I'm 18 and just graduated this year. I didn't get to enjoy it, though. I was working at the grocery store as a checkout girl when the first body slammed against the clear glass. I'll never forget the fear that washed over me at the sight of his red, hungry eyes. That night marked the loss of my innocence.... And my freedom.
Now my life is something different. No longer can we take the basic things like safety and food for granted, not to mention our lives. The zombies destroyed our entire town that first night, including the family of the college guy I had a crush on in the past. We were able to save him, but he's not the same. He's different, but so am I.
Our numbers are extremely small, but the humans have united. A new group of survivors is emerging in this nightmarish world.... And we aren't afraid to fight dirty if it ensures our survival.
We had to leave Pleasant in order to save our lives. We barely made it out alive. These zombies are entirely different than the way I'd always seen on television. They are fast, preternaturally strong, and even aware. They used that awareness to discover our small group of survivors hidden within our home. If it wasn't for Kellan we'd be dead right now, wandering the streets of Pleasant.
Kellan is something completely different than any man I've ever seen before. He's too powerful and too controlled to ever be anything like the average male. I can't explain him, but I'm glad he's on our side. Heaven help us all if he ever decides we're not worth the effort.
He's taken us to his home outside of town, if the massive fortress can be considered that. It's large enough for many more than us, self-sustaining should we be forced to remain beyond the high fence. There's something strange about the way he was so prepared for the zombie apocalypse, but it's not my place to question it. I've learned that Kellan doesn't enjoy questions, and he doesn't want anybody getting too close.
I'm leaving a handwritten map here in the hopes that there is still someone alive in this town to find it. God, I hope you are. It feels like we're the only ones left, and it's horrifying...
Here is an interview I’ve done with Phase One: Identify author Rose Wynters. The book is dystopian zombie dark urban novel. See the end of this post for a chance to win a $20 Amazon Gift Card!
Can you talk a little about what the book is about?
Phase One: Identify is book 1 in the Territory of the Dead series. Tabitha Alexander is an 18 year old that just graduated from high school. She works as a checkout girl at the only grocery store in her small town of Pleasant, Louisiana. It’s the least likely place in the world that you’d expect to hold the secrets this town does. Late that night, a man slams into the glass at the front of the store, his eyes red and crazed. He’s covered in blood. Although he acts like he’s alive, he’s not. He’s a zombie, and the rest of the residents are quickly becoming the same. The series is going to cover Tabitha’s journey as she fights to survive in an undead world.
Where did you get the idea for the book?
A little bit of things I’ve seen, a lot of imagination, and oddly enough, my dreams. We live in a world where technology is advancing fast, and honestly? Just about anything is possible.
How long did it take to write the book?
I had the first draft for Phase One: Identify done in under a month. When I write, I write furiously.
Who is your favorite character?
It’s a toss up. I would say the three main characters are my favorites so far, although I enjoy all of them. Tabitha is pretty innocent in life experiences when the apocalypse comes. I’m enjoying writing about her transformation into a full-grown adult. Jayden is the typical college guy. He’s had quite a blow, though, and in some ways, he’s still coming into his maturity. Kellan is something completely different. He’s a total alpha male with a whole room full of skeletons (instead of the proverbial closet), and this series is not just a zombie series.
Can you talk about how you wrote it? Did you do any outlining? Did it take you in any unexpected directions?
Honestly, I really didn’t do any outlining, at least not for this book. The story was already in my mind, I just had to put it down on paper, so to speak. This book hasn’t led me in an unexpected direction, but book 2 is. There are going to be a total of 7 to 8 books in this series. There’s just too much behind the storyline to get it told in just a few books. I’d expect it’s going to take the readers into unexpected directions as well.
How did you come up with the cover?
I had an idea in my mind of what I wanted the cover to be. After a lot of thought, it all came together.
When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but it just wasn’t the right time for it. One night, I decided to give it a serious shot. I haven’t stopped since.
What are you favorite books and authors?
I love to read, but I haven’t had the chance much in the last year or so. I prefer a lot of older fiction, many that are still no longer in print.
What are you working on next?
Right now, I’m working on book 4 of my series called The Endurers. It’s a paranormal, dystopian romance series. I’ve already started work on book 2 for the Territory of the Dead series. I’m hoping for an early 2014 release on it.
What advice do you have for aspiring authors?
Don’t let others tell you whether your work is good enough or not! I firmly believe there is a reader for every book out there. Every writer is unique in their own ways, and they all have their own stories to tell.
Thanks for having me on your site today. RW
The reporter looked to be somewhere around his early 30’s. His handsome face was pale and drawn, his expression frantic. It was soon apparent he wasn’t working from any type of script, as he addressed the viewers that were watching. “The police department is urging residents to stay inside and lock your doors, and stay away from what people are classifying as zombies.”
Somebody cried out loudly in the background, but the reporter continued, “Police have no idea what what the death toll is. Numerous attacks have been reported. Do not get close to anyone that appears to be injured in anyway.”
A woman moved in front of the camera, pushing the reporter out of the way with her body, before grabbing the microphone from his slack grip. Her face was pale, but her dark eyes were filled with determination as she stared into the lens. She got right to the point.
“Don’t let this reporter sugarcoat this with his evasions. There are dead people walking out there, and they are fast, deadly, and supernaturally strong. There is a name for them, one we’ve heard before but thought was only fiction. These dead people are zombies, and they don’t care about nothing but getting their teeth into your flesh.”
The reporter tried to grab the microphone back, but she shot him a deadly look. “You’re not getting this till I’m done,” she told him in a firm voice. “I’m not gonna stand by while you get your five seconds of fame and leave these innocent people out there to die. People deserve to know what they are up against, and how to protect themselves. Now back off.” Surprisingly, he stood still and listened.
She turned back to the camera. “I know there are some of you out there that don’t believe in this. You wanna box it all up, neat and tidy-like, and believe that there must be some rational explanation for this, and come morning it will all be gone. If you believe that though, you’re going to find yourself dead before the sun ever hits the sky tomorrow.”
She leaned into the camera, and I felt as if she were talking directly to me. “For those of you that want to live though, listen and listen well. These zombies aren’t the slow, dumb creatures we have all seen on film. These zombies are fast, faster than we are. The more they eat, the stronger they seem to get. The ones I have seen tonight have red eyes as well. The only way to kill them is by shooting them in the head or cutting their head off.”
“I object to that,” the reporter broke in, his voice loud enough for us to hear him. He shook his head at the woman, his expression angry. “I simply can’t tolerate you suggesting to viewers to go out and murder these people. We don’t know what’s wrong with them, maybe they are just ill.”
She looked back at him in disbelief. “So how many people have you ate the last time you felt ill, Mr. big time, know-it-all reporter? I’ll tell you what. Since you’re so concerned with saving the zombies that wouldn’t think twice about killing you, why don’t you go out there and show us what you’ve got? I’m sure your cameraman here would be only to happy to film you through the window when you become dinner.”
The reporter smirked at her before eying her with disdain. “What makes you such an expert?”
She ignored him, turning her attention back to the viewers. “If you’re still alive and hearing this, I beg you to listen. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Tonight I lost my whole family to these animals. If you want to stay alive, be cautious.
Don’t go out unarmed, and don’t go out alone. If it’s safe, try to make it to the police station. These zombies are everywhere now, and I guarantee the dead are outnumbering the living. Try to not join their ranks.”
She turned back to the reporter, holding out the microphone. “I’m not an expert, I’m a survivor. I hope you can learn how to be one yourself.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
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