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Evil Girlfriend Media‘s anthology, Roms, Bombs, & Zoms launches in e-book format today; print version forthcoming (will let you know when that happens). If you’ve got a reader, you can purchase it here for a mere $3.99! For updates, info, video readings, etc., go ‘like’ the Facebook page. The anth features my short story, “The Second Battle of Gettysburg.” Here’s a taste:

All day, with each group, Caleb watched the men work. Some were Confederate prisoners not yet shipped off, others were Yankee deserters, now considered no better than the Rebs. There were a handful of negroes as well—the only men getting paid for this repulsive and back-breaking work. Some groups would dig while others hauled bodies to the area of burial. Caleb watched one man double over and vomit after an entire sleeve of skin from a dead arm came off in his hand. By afternoon they were primarily using hooks to snag and carry them. Now, as the sky changed gradually by turns from blue to pink and eventually to orange, the men moved slowly, faces haggard and arms, when not digging or hauling bodies, hanging limp at their sides.

Suddenly one of the women from his tour group screamed and the man with her cried out, “This man’s alive!”

Other men ran over to where they stood—over to what, to Caleb, looked like just another Rebel corpse. And then he heard, coming from over the field, from John Forney’s barn, such a racket of screaming and calling out for someone to save them, for God’ sake, save them. The boy strained to see as far as the source and noted a man running as best he could away from the barn, with another following. The soldier in front had only one arm, and Caleb wondered if it was the man he’d talked to the day before. His remaining arm on the right flailed wildly, trying desperately to find the balance that two arms gave, but he fell to the ground hard, and that’s when Caleb realized the man behind him was not merely following—he was in pursuit. Another woman screamed, but the boy paid no notice, figuring it was nothing more than the field of dead they stood in, as he watched the pursuing second man fall upon the one-armed man. His head went down and then came back up violently, blood spraying into the air. It was some distance and Caleb couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like a fox he’d once seen out on Lightner’s farm, tearing up the coop. The one-armed man screamed and screamed before falling abruptly into a deathly silence.

Now don’t you want to read the rest? I think you do. Plus, a big bunch of other awesome tales by a big bunch of other awesome writers.

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