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It was just another day on the farm for Sue and Jared; another day of chores, arguments, and trying to figure out how to keep the farm. Then the zombie apocalypse happened.

Now they’re having to fight off former neighbors, stock up on food and ammo, while trying to stay alive.

But surviving the zombie apocalypse isn’t easy when there’s only two of you and you don’t agree on anything.

To get the supplies they need Sue and Jared will need to venture into town, somehow evade the zombies and get everything need so they can be prepared for the inevitable onslaught when the zombie hordes find them on their farm.

Can Sue and Jared find the extra food and guns they’ll need?

Can they fight off the zombies and marauders that are coming for them?

Can their marriage survive a zombie apocalypse?

Sue and Jared will have to work together like they never have before to help each other survive. If they don’t, they’ll lose more than their farm.

They’ll lose each other.

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WHO ARE YOU GOING TO CALL, TO HELP YOU SURVIVE THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?

Sam thinks his job at the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center is a joke.

Zombies aren’t real and the customers who call in for support about their guns and conspiracy theories are crazy!

Sam knows the zombie apocalypse will never happen.

Until the day it does happen…

Now Sam is juggling potential romances with two of his co-workers, Michelle and Ember. His manager is micro-managing him about his call stats and customer happiness, and he has to defend the call center from invading zombies.

Sam and his fellow analysts need to keep their customers alive and well-stocked with ammo, while also surviving the hordes of zombies attacking the call center.

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An Untold Tale of the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center

Ben used to be a micro-manager at the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center.

Now he’s the micro-manager of a militia that recently lost their base and are trying to survive the hordes of zombies.

When Ben finds the perfect base, it seems like the answer to everyone’s prayers.

Until Ben discovers there are super zombies nearby.

Now he has to find a way to eradicate the super zombies, while keeping the militia alive.

And he might have a solution…

But it involves partnering up with Garret, the military officer that betrayed and abandoned Ben.

Can Ben ally with Garret and fight off the super zombies?

Can Ben stop micro-managing the militia and discover how to truly lead people?

If Ben doesn’t secure the new base and protect his people, he’ll lose the community he’s finally found.

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An Untold Tale of the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center

Ben used to be a micro-manager at the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center.

Now he’s the micro-manager of a militia that recently lost their base and are trying to survive the hordes of zombies.

When Ben finds the perfect base, it seems like the answer to everyone’s prayers.

Until Ben discovers there are super zombies nearby.

Now he has to find a way to eradicate the super zombies, while keeping the militia alive.

And he might have a solution…

But it involves partnering up with Garret, the military officer that betrayed and abandoned Ben.

Can Ben ally with Garret and fight off the super zombies?

Can Ben stop micro-managing the militia and discover how to truly lead people?

If Ben doesn’t secure the new base and protect his people, he’ll lose the community he’s finally found.

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WHAT WILL YOU DO TO END THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?

The zombie apocalypse rages on…

The mysterious CEO of Zombii Co has set loose his super zombies in a bid to escalate the zombie apocalypse for his own sinister purposes.

Sam and his teammates have tried to find a cure for the zombie virus, but now Sam is infected with a strain of the virus that allows him to telepathically communicate with the other zombies.

Can Sam prove to his teammates that he’s still trustworthy?

Or will he betray them to the CEO of Zombii Co?

If Sam and his team can't find a way to trust each other and work together, Sam could lose more than his humanity. He could lose everyone that matters to him and condemn the world to a never end zombie apocalypse.

The Zombie Apocalypse Pond

“I think we should check the aquarium and see if the zombies have left,” Jared says.

I look at him sharply and say, “Are you kidding me? Have you already forgotten what happened yesterday? We nearly got killed by the horde we led into the aquarium, to take out those marauders.”

“I know, but the zombies at the aquarium are probably gone now and if we’re lucky they’ve left the fish behind. I’d hate to see those fish go to waste.”

“You’re always thinking with your stomach,” I grumble.

The Zombie Apocalypse Box

“Sue, do you think any of our neighbors are still alive?” Jared asks me when we wake up on the third day of the zombie apocalypse.

“I figure a few might be, but you know none of them were preppers like we are.”

Jared grunts in acknowledgement and then says, “Even so, it might not be a bad idea to see if any of them are still alive and if they’re willing to work with us to defend the area from zombies. With it just being us, it’ll get harder to protect ourselves, but if we have more people, we can set up watches and better defenses.”

Death by Chocolate

It’s the second day since the zombie apocalypse and all Jared can go on about is how much he wants chocolate cake. It probably doesn’t help that it’s his birthday, but you’d think the man would have some priorities about living through a zombie apocalypse. But no, all he can think about is having chocolate cake for his birthday.

“I would make some cake, but we don’t have all the ingredients sweetie, and there’s the pressing matter of the zombie apocalypse.”

The Zombie Apocalypse Barn

The day the zombie apocalypse happened, Jared and I were working on our farm. He was running the tractor over the fields, to make them fallow, while I was going through the seed inventory to figure out what we needed to order. Neither of us were much for watching the news, but I had the radio turned on and was listening to some classical music when the music was interrupted.

“This is NOT a hoax. I repeat, this is not a hoax. Listeners of KRPB are advised to stay indoors and lock their doors and get whatever available weapons are on hand. Be ready to repel zombies. There are zombies in the streets here, and not the mindless, shuffling zombies you usually think of. These zombies are fast, rapid, and if they bite you and you don’t die, you’ll become infected by them. I repeat, this is NOT a hoax.”

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Are you prepared for the zombie apocalypse?

Surviving a zombie apocalypse is no laughing matter. You need the right guns, the right gear and the right people to survive.

Unfortunately the customers of the zombie apocalypse call center don’t have the right guns, the right gear, or the right people supporting them.

Now the world has gone mad and zombies are everywhere.

Can the customers survive the zombies that are now taking over the world?

Can they survive the cutthroat survivalists who are on the hunt for more supplies and guns?

Can they trust each other enough to live another day?

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The Zombie Apocalypse Bunker Pt 3

Author’s note: This is a short story excerpt set in the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center Universe. Each week I’ll write another part of the story on here. You can read part 1 and part 2 here. If you enjoy, check out the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center series which shares more zombie apocalypse fun.

He gets up as close as he possibly can without hitting me. If I have to abruptly brake he’s going to hit me. It’s a clear case of road rage.

I look in the rearview mirror, at the guy road raging on me. He’s a balding, pudgy white man with glasses on. He’s giving me the finger and glaring at me. Clearly he doesn’t like the fact that I held him up from entering the highway, but instead of just continuing on his way he’s decided to follow me. Big mistake.

If I didn’t need to get home and didn’t think I would need my car, I would just slam the brakes and let him hit me, and then let our insurance providers fight it out. But I don’t have time for this idiot right now. The zombie apocalypse is here and its survival of the fittest time. Time to see if he’s got the balls to back up his bluster.

I grab my .45 and wave it and look at him in the rear view mirror. He sees that gun and he blanches and immediately slows his car down. I slow mine down too and he looks really uncomfortable. He starts looking for a driveway or a road to make a turn on. I put the gun back in the seat and keep driving, but keep an eye on him in the rearview window. He finds a driveway and turns it into and then turns around. I chuckle to myself and then speed up so I can get back home as quickly as possible.

“You are caller number 1 in the queue. Please have your account number ready. The next available phone analyst will take your call,” promises the automated female voice of the Zombii Co. phone line.

“Finally!” I mutter to myself. I shouldn’t have to wait this long when I’m paying Platinum support.

For the next couple of minutes the hold music keeps playing and then I hear a click.

“Hello, this is Sam, with Zombii Co. May I ask who I’m speaking with please?”

He sounds young, early twenties, just a bit rattled and insecure, probably because he never expected the zombie apocalypse to happen. I’ve only used the call center a couple times, but each time I’ve talked to someone from Zombii Co., I can tell they’ve thought I was an idiot. Now who’s the idiot?

“Hi, Sam, this is Angela, account number 5008934011.”

I hear the punching of keyboard keys as he enters my account number.

“How can I help you today Angela?”

I scan the road. I need to take a turn soon.

“Sam, I’m on the road right now, trying to get home from work, and I’m worried because of all the zombie sightings. I was wondering if you had updated news about where the zombies are showing up. I’ve only got my .45 with me, so I wanted to be prepared.”

“I understand. Let me see what I can find out for you.”

Before I can reply he puts me on hold and I’m listening to that annoying hold music again.

The Zombie Apocalypse Bunker Pt 1

Author’s note: This is a short story excerpt set in the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center Universe. Each week I’ll write another part of the story on here. If you enjoy, check out the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center series and my free story, The Zombie Apocalypse Convenience Store

I’m at work when the zombie apocalypse happens, but as soon as I’m notified there are zombies attacking people, I do what any good prepper would do and leave work. That last minute deadline that needs to be completed somehow just doesn’t matter as much as making sure I survive the zombie apocalypse.

“Angela, where are you going?” My boss huffs as I walk by his office door.

“I’m heading out on lunch, Brad” I lie.

Brad looks at his watch and says, “You’re not due for lunch for another hour yet, and I need that project I have you working on done. Get back to your desk.”

I click my mouth and say, “No can do, Brad.”

“What did you just say to me?” Brad sputters in astonishment.

I give him a cocky look and say, “No can do. Do you need me to tell you that again?”

“You can’t to talk to me like that. You need to get back to your desk, now!”

I flippantly wave at him and keep walking toward the door.

Brad comes thundering out of his office.

“Get back here or you’re fired!” he yells.

“Not happening, Brad. I’m heading home to survive the zombie apocalypse. If you need the report that bad, get it done yourself. Oh and good luck surviving the zombie apocalypse!” I gaily reply and then skip out the door, leaving him behind, all flabbergasted.

I give him half a day tops for surviving during the zombie apocalypse. Me, on the other hand, I’ve been preparing for the zombie apocalypse for years now. Some people called me crazy, but who’s laughing now. Well soon, anyway, once I’m in my secure bunker. I figure I’ll outwait the initial zombie apocalypse and then start my life in the new dystopia, killing the zombies while scavenging for whatever I can find, and fighting or fucking the other occasional survivors I come across.

I’ve already 5 years worth of canned food in my pantry and I’m on Zombii Co’s Platinum plan, which means my bunker is loaded for bear with ammo. And I’ve also taken some martial arts classes. I’ve been ready for this for a while. And it’s finally happening.

I got notified on my Zombii Co. phone app. I heard a buzz on my phone, while working on that dumb report. I pulled it out and I’ll admit, I did a double take. It was finally happening. The event that I had been waiting for was finally happening. The zombie apocalypse was on. The app showed me incident reports of zombies in multiple places and at that point I grabbed my stuff and decided to ditch the job. Money isn’t going to matter in a couple days anyway.

I get to my car and unlock it and throw everything in. I get inside and pull open the glove compartment. I’ve got .45 in there and that’s it.

“Fuck,” I swear.

A .45 is okay, but I should have had the car better prepared for the zombie apocalypse. I’ve got a forty five minute drive home at this time of day, unless I’m really lucky and the roads aren’t too clogged up with other commuters. Then it’s only twenty five minutes. It’s two in the afternoon, I might just catch the edge of the afternoon rush.

I start my car up and pull out of the parking space and drive out of there like a bat out of a hell. Every moment counts when you’re trying to beat the apocalypse home.