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"MR. TOWLE PAINTS A VIVID PICTURE OF HOW A TOWN FALLS TO ZOMBIES. IT'S A GREAT STORY AND NOT A SEQUEL TO OUTBREAK."
- JONET WEAVER, THE WRITE WAY
"INTENSE, CLEVER, WELL-WRITTEN... DENNI TOWLE IS CREATING A WORLD UNLIKE ANY OTHER WITHIN THE ZOMBIE GENRE."
- IHEARTZOMBIES.ORG
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STAY AND FIGHT OR RUN AND HIDE
His gun went flying and clattered to the ground. Timmer grabbed the man's head in one hand, trying to keep his mouth away from his throat, whilst his other hand groped madly for the gun lying next to them.
One of the crazy man's hands found its way to Timmer's throat and began to squeeze, and Timmer saw the look in his pale and somehow dusty eyes. There was no anger or hate in his eyes, just a kind of vacant emptiness.
Timmer's hand wrapped around the gun just as his lungs began to feel like they would implode from lack of air. He grabbed it and put it against the man's forehead as the world slowly began to fade and lose its color.
Two shots banged out, and Timmer felt the vibration slam up his arm. The man on top of him ceased snarling immediately and fell sideways off of him, revealing a very pale Miah stood with his gun still clasped in both hands...
- JONET WEAVER, THE WRITE WAY
"INTENSE, CLEVER, WELL-WRITTEN... DENNI TOWLE IS CREATING A WORLD UNLIKE ANY OTHER WITHIN THE ZOMBIE GENRE."
- IHEARTZOMBIES.ORG
__________________________________________________
STAY AND FIGHT OR RUN AND HIDE
His gun went flying and clattered to the ground. Timmer grabbed the man's head in one hand, trying to keep his mouth away from his throat, whilst his other hand groped madly for the gun lying next to them.
One of the crazy man's hands found its way to Timmer's throat and began to squeeze, and Timmer saw the look in his pale and somehow dusty eyes. There was no anger or hate in his eyes, just a kind of vacant emptiness.
Timmer's hand wrapped around the gun just as his lungs began to feel like they would implode from lack of air. He grabbed it and put it against the man's forehead as the world slowly began to fade and lose its color.
Two shots banged out, and Timmer felt the vibration slam up his arm. The man on top of him ceased snarling immediately and fell sideways off of him, revealing a very pale Miah stood with his gun still clasped in both hands...
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