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THREE HITS OF ZOMBIE PULP FROM SPP

The first in a series of PULP COLLECTIONS. This triple ZOMBIE offering is a dish not to be missed.

First up:

#1 THE BLOODY PATH TO NEW MEXICO by JASON BEECH

Lizzy and Frank are seemingly the only two people left in the world after a zombie apocalypse. Lizzy has visions of being the world’s new Eve. The only problem is Frank being its new Adam. He’s big, dumb, doesn’t look after his teeth, and his bloodshot left eye makes her suspect he’s heading for life as one of the undead. She wants to get away from New Jersey to the less populated New Mexico, but Frank has unfinished business. He wants to find Danny, the man who betrayed his gang of armed robbers, even though he knows he’s one of the brain-dead horde.

In the meantime Lizzy deals with her own demons, checking her old home and the sister she locked away years ago. When she suspects there might be another human out there, a woman to rival her status as Eve, Lizzy’s actions lead to an explosive ending.

AUTHOR: JASON BEECH ives with his wife and daughter in New Jersey. As a kid he once stole a mushroom from a corner shop. The owner’s dog followed him all the way home, making him walk about a mile’s diversion from where he lived to shake the damn thing off. Otherwise, he’s a law-abiding citizen who loves crime fiction. He has authored the novel Over the Shoulder and short story collection Bullets, Teeth & Fists. His work can be found at Shotgun Honey, The Flash Fiction Offensive, Plots with Guns, and Pulp Metal Magazine. He structurally edited Monica Kaushik’s Maya & the Butterfly, and her soon-published Warriors of the Darkness.

And then:

#2 CAPTAIN METH-MOUTH OF THE HIGH SEAS OF CHICAGO by JOHN BRUNI

In a zombie-ravaged world, only the fittest and most cunning survive. Dwight Fitzgerald used to spend his time smoking weed, going to school, and working on the Treasure Island Adventure Show in Miami as the captain of a pirate ship. Now he fights for survival, and he’s playing the role for real. As he approaches Chicago, hoping that the rumors of a zombie-free city are true, he has no idea that he’s about to clash with the ruler of the Windy City, Captain Meth-Mouth. This lunatic and former junkie has always wanted to be a pirate, and when he sees Dwight’s ship, he seizes the opportunity to live out a savage childhood fantasy . . .

AUTHOR: JOHN BRUNI has never wanted to live in the zombie apocalypse or be a pirate, but he’s always wanted to be a writer. His dream has come true. He is the author of STRIP and TALES OF QUESTIONABLE TASTE, and his work has appeared in many publications, most notably in SHROUD, CTHULHU SEX, A HACKED-UP HOLIDAY MASSACRE, and ZOMBIE! ZOMBIE! BRAIN BANG

And finally:

#3 UNDEAD CARGO by JAMES A. NEWMAN

Johnny Coca Cola, once infamous for filming THE ZOMBIE DINNER PARTY is on the skids in a Malaysian port where he finds Beth who is looking to leave town fast. Together they climb aboard a cargo ship heading for Hamburg with a stopover at Sri Lanka to pick up a container load of dead monkeys. Conner is the middle man, CIA, who is instructed to lose the cargo overseas somewhere in the Indian ocean. All he knows is that the specimens are part of a US funded scientific project to reanimate dead flesh. What could possibly go wrong?

AUTHOR: JAMES A. NEWMAN has published over fifty pulp short stories in various publications all over the world; most recently for STRANGE STORY SATURDAY, BIG PULP and TWISTED TALES Magazines. He writes mainly horror, crime and sci-fi shorts and has recently turned his hand to screenplays after picking up an option for crime novel THE WHITE FLAMINGO .

JIM’S HUT, a rude construction nailed together from palm timber and corrugated iron. A well-stocked bar and a floor covered with cushions, ashtrays, and old pulp dime store titles piled, Ace double backs, Amazing Stories, Weird Tales. A three-legged beach dog with terminal dermatitis sits beneath a hammock where JOHN BRUNI rests. JAMES NEWMAN fusses behind the bar while JASON BEECH flicks through the aforementioned pulp titles. Jim’s business partner JOHN DAYSH is out by the bay gathering crabs.

NEWMAN: First question, straight of the bat, is what can we get you from the bar? And what record should we put on? We have this old gramophone that still plays like the day it was born and the bar is comprehensive.

BRUNI: I think this calls for a double Wild Turkey 101 neat and some Tom Waits. Maybe HEART ATTACK AND VINE

NEWMAN: Got it. Mine will be the Singapore Slag, a cocktail I invented myself. Kicks like a mule.

BEECH I’ll have a River Horse Milk Stout. It’s filling, so I can drink all day without wasting time with food. We should do the Nutty Dance to Madness’ Bed and Breakfast Man before the alcohol makes us look silly

NEWMAN: I’m on it, Madness and Wild Turkey, often mentioned in the same sentence. I’ll slip on Waits first while the booze takes her time to take effect. Now let’s cut to the chase and talk about reanimated flesh… My story in the Zombie Triple Spanking is about undead monkeys who escape and run wild on a cargo ship….We all know that the zombie stories go back to Voodoo and I’ve managed to dig up various stories about people going into drug like trances following spells and intoxication…This shit is interesting….[Newman downs his Singapore Slag and begins to prepare another.] Can you guys sum up your contributions in a sentence or two? And why, why, did we decide on zombies? Is there a revival? A resurrection or something blowin’ in the breeze?

BEECH: While Frank is blowing zombie heads to pulp, Lizzie’s view that she is now the world’s mother is ballooning. She doesn’t much like Frank, but she’ll trigger bloody mayhem when she realizes there’s a rival Eve out there. Zelmer Pulp’s C’mon do the Apocalypse gave me the itch to write a zombie story. Try not to run when you see me scratch. Ryan Sayles’ contribution blew me away. Then there’s Shaun of the Dead, a film I’ve seen about twenty times. There’s some gut-punching terror mingling with the comedy. Could you shoot your mum? Even if she did want to eat your brains? I need another stout to ponder that terror. I’m not sure it’s a zombie revival. Zombies have seemed a permanent fixture ever since the Romero remakes. Tom Waits’ voice would make great zombie ambiance.

BRUNI: I agree with Jason. There is no zombie revival. The undead shamblers have been with us for a while, and they’re here to stay. That said, there are very few zombies in my story, despite the fact that it happens during the zombie apocalypse. I always try to do something different with a trope, and I hope I’ve succeeded here. My story is really about a slacker who used to work as a pirate captain on the Treasure Island Adventure Show in Florida. Except now he’s a real pirate, and he’s saved a lot of lives on his quest for a zombie-free zone. Rumor has come down to him that Chicago is just such a place, but he doesn’t know why until it is too late. You see, a former junkie/drug dealer, Captain Meth-Mouth, fancies himself a pirate. He has made Chicago safe, but only from zombies. He is a ruthless, vicious leader, and his one true dream is to battle another pirate at sea. He is about to have this dream fulfilled in Captain Meth-Mouth on the High Seas of Chicago.

NEWMAN: Hear what you saying, and must say that Romero was a big influence on me as a nine-year-old. Up there with Kubrick. The Dawn of the Dead -shopping mall – “When there’s no place left in hell the dead will walk the Earth” made a huge impact on my pre-pubescent years. I want to thank you guys because I probably wouldn’t have written a zombie story without reading your stuff first. Before we kill this bottle of Wild Turkey, tell what other coals you have in the fire? John – you and I are doing something similar. I’ve been working on a book called Rich Fuckers for a while and you have something called Poor Bastards and Rich Fucks.

BRUNI: POOR BASTARDS AND RICH FUCKS is a tale about class warfare in the future. A bunch of rich fucks kidnap some poor bastards that society won’t miss–prostitutes, the homeless, people like that–and pit them against each other in a battle to the death with a prize of $1 billion to the winner. The rich fucks have been doing this for many years, but this time around, there are a few complications. Two of the poor bastards are actually the children of some of the rich fucks, and there is also a ringer. In addition, one of the rich fucks likes to hunt down the contestants himself, just for the thrill of the hunt. And then there is the journalist and his rebellious friend who are out to expose the whole thing to the world. It’s a tale of violence, betrayal, corruption and the desire to do good in a fucked up world (and what that will get you in the long run). Like with Captain Meth-Mouth, this one has a very memorable villain in the form of Richard Coppergate, who graces the cover of the book in all his decrepit glory. I’m curious, though. What is Rich Fuckers about? cover of the book, here

NEWMAN: Great cover. Fantastic synopsis. Can’t wait to read that mother. Rich Fuckers is about an international Swingers club. A secret club who meet once a year tropical locations and swing, they hire a local prostitute to add some spice to the event. Problem is things get out of hand and the hooker dies in the swimming pool.Like Bryan Jones, she was a good swimmer so questions are asked. Fingers are pointed. Its a novel about greed and the lack of respect for the poor by these rich fuckers who grow up thinking they are better than anyone who doesn’t evade tax. Jason, do you have a new project to share?

BEECH: Those projects sound nuts. I’m working on Moorlands, a novel about a former council estate kid, Larry, on his uppers as an adult. The novel starts with him breaking into his old house for an old ring he stole from a neighbor years before, after finding out its value. He can’t find it under the well-fingered floorboard where he hid it as a boy. His step-dad, Bill, an ex-cop, bangs on his door the next day, rolling the jewelry between his index and thumb. Larry’s eyes show the fire revealing his cool reaction as bullshit. He can have it – if he looks for his estranged sister, who’s gone missing. The search will make Larry confront his past, question the incident in the woods where he left her alone with friends all those years ago, and ask whether he really wants to find her. It will have action, murder, and desperation. I’m half way through the bugger.

NEWMAN: Sounds goood, man. We should talk about influences here. I recently did a podcast thing where I talked about reading as much as you can before and during the fiction writing thing. It occured to me that a writer is influenced by all kinds of shit. What are your influences? – mine are as follows: William Burroughs, Charles Bukowski, Jack Daniels, Raymond Chandler, James M. Cain, Grey Goose Vodka, Hugh Gallagher, LM cigarettes, Kevin Cummings, Dashiell Hammett, John Daysh, Patrick Hamilton, Florida lemon juice, Coke a Cola, Edward Bunker, James Hadley Chase, Honduran cigars, Lou Reed, real ale, Luke Haines, Patty Smith, great hornbills, treefrogs, rare predatory moths and Bangkok City.

BRUNI: Wow, I have so many influences, it would take forever to talk about them. Obviously, I wouldn’t be here without Stephen King. To a certain degree, I wouldn’t be here without Joe R. Lansdale or Richard Laymon, either. Richard Matheson had a pretty strong hand in my make-up. But I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be doing any of this without Franklin W. Dixon, the conglomeration of authors who wrote the Hardy Boys books. These books were the ones that made me want to write when I was a little kid, THE HAUNTED FORT in particular. Also, Nick Cave helped a great deal with his book, AND THE ASS SAW THE ANGEL, which is my favorite novel of all time. If you haven’t read it, you should give it a shot.

NEWMAN: Cave’s book, I read, enjoyed, but felt that I would have gotten more from it if I had read the Bible in more detail than I have. Looking forward to the new Cave biopic. So time to switch the jukebox. Red Right Hand, gets my vote and my coin so that’s it slotted…. Murder Ballads. Great record – like Miss Marple on crystal meth. Jason, what writers or film-makers float your boat?

BEECH: I’ve always wanted to write, but I didn’t know how far a writer could go until I read James Ellroy’s American Tabloid and Iain Banks’ The Wasp Factory. They’re completely different, but they both sparked my engine. I’m loving Niccolo Ammaniti’s books. His As God Commands and I’ll Steal You Away are as wild as they come. I’ve never read a Stephen King book. I feel I should walk on glass and lash my back with a broken stick for saying so. Recommend something and I’ll get on it. I’d like to say I drink hard liquor reading all that, but it’s usually the black stuff. Either a stout, or a cracking cup of tea. I’ll drink those watching Shane Meadows movies, such as Dead Man’s Shoes. Christopher Nolan is always great, and when the Coen Brothers make something like Miller’s Crossing, I’m there.

And with those wise words the three authors proceeded to drink the hut dry while swapping unspeakable tales of the undead.

The Zombie Triple Spanking is out on Spanking Pulp Press soon featuring..

JASON BEECH – The Bloody Path to New Mexico
JOHN BRUNI – Captain Meth-Mouth on the High Seas of Chicago
JAMES A. NEWMAN – Undead Cargo

You can find out more about John Bruni HERE

And Jason Beech HERE

And Spanking Pulp Press HERE/

 

 

 

 

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