Friday Night Drabble Party!
And here we are again, my friends. Another week coming to a close, another Drabble ready to Party. The circle of life, bitches. The circle of life…
Time to get our drabble on!
First, though, gotta plug the new stuff!
They have failed.
All that’s left are the Strains- bacteria so strong they have brought the world to its knees.
But humanity has fought on, carving out pockets of civilization in a wasteland known as the Sicklands, creating the super high-tech Clean Nation cities.
And from the cities GenSOF has been born- Genetic Special Forces Operations. An elite military branch of the government that enlists men and women with specific genetic anomalies that allow them to be hosts to bacteria that even the Strains cannot defeat. Under the watchful eye of Control, GenSOF protects the Clean Nation cities from the ever encroaching Strains and the diseased inhabitants of the Sicklands.
But now Control has other plans for GenSOF, and possibly the Clean Nation cities themselves, and it is up to the operators of GenSOF Zebra Squad, and their cloned Canine Units known as bug hounds, to find out what those plans are.
Or die trying.
Click that pic and go get ya some AntiBio action! And!
In the post-apocalyptic, zombie infested wasteland, there is one beacon of safety in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains: The Stronghold.
For decades, the inhabitants have fortified and defended the Stronghold from zombie hordes, building their society and culture on military precision.
And chosen from the best of the best is Denver Team Alpha. DTA is the elite strike force used to rescue survivors and refugees that have made it to the hellish wasteland of Denver below. But because of the unbelievable risks, and high mortality rate, DTA has come to stand for something else: Dead Team Alpha.
Now DTA will be put to the test as something far worse than zombies comes at them out of the wasteland.
Click that pic and go get ya some Dead Team Alpha action! And!
Don’t feel like reading? Then have a listen to some audiobooks! Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell just came out! Rock on!
Yep, I recycled some of the same announcements as last Friday. That’s how I roll, yo. Gotta keep up the Lazy Writer appearance. Don’t want anyone to think I work for a living.
Speaking of work, I’ll be incommunicado the next few days because I have a deadline to meet and my latest novel, Mega 2: Baja Blood, started slow. It’ll all come together, I’m sure, just going to be some long days and stressful nights. Huzzah!
Now, to the drabble!
“He has some foreign object in his throat!” the doctor yelled. “Forceps! Now!”
“I’m sorry, doctor, but we have to call Security,” the nurse replied.
“What are you talking about?” the doctor said. “This man is choking!”
“Yes, but all foreigners, even objects, must be reported to Security for investigation and processing,” the nurse replied.
The doctor stared at her. “Are you joking?”
“No, doctor,” the nurse replied. “We have to alert Security.” Then she cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. “Unless you’re part of the Resistance. Are you, doctor?”
“Uh…no,” the doctor said. “I, uh, will call Security.”
Disclaimer: Damn foreign objects! They took our jobs!
Posted on April 11, 2014, in Friday Night Drabble Party and tagged apocalypse, dead mech, drabble, exclamation, fiction, future, genre, horror, Jake Bible, science fiction, scifi, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.