Cry Zombie Cry (I Zombie Book 5) - Plot & Excerpts
“Hey, ya bloody wanker, that might well be the last working Marshall on the goddamn planet. You break that and I’ll send your arse out as zombie bait.” The volunteer roadie waved nervously, unsure if Rip was serious. “Come on, Vanity, give the pant shitter a break. It’s not like he—” “Piss off, ya fuck tart.” Rip Vanity spat. “I’m trying to organize the first ever post-apocalyptic metal concert and I need this shit, all of it, to work. We’re only going to get one bloody chance at this; if we blow it, we’ll be gobsmacked by the entire fucking planet. So sod off.” A punk-clad young woman, platinum-white dreadlocks flowing over her shoulders, stepped into the scene—a laptop in her hand. “I’ve got him,” the young woman said nervously. “Who? Got who, babe?” “That Zombie Radio guy. He’s here, on Skype.” “Bloody hell, why didn’t you fucking say so? Hand the shit over.” Rip sat the laptop down on the edge of the stage. “You there?” Nothing.
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