Blood Ties

Chris Van Deelen

I have a bit of a habit when it comes to gifts for friends. The previous short 'Training Day' was written as a Christmas gift. This particular story was written as a birthday / Christmas gift because my friend and Kung Fu instructor, Terry Friesen, has his birthday so close to Christmas!

This is the second of three stories that I have written to tie into my unpublished Zombie novels.

I hope that you take the time to read and that you enjoy this little offering.

Chris Van Deelen is the author of the Skirmisher Publishing LLC sourcebook Creatures of the Tropical Wastes sourcebook, co-author of its Wisdom from the Wastelands game supplement and contributor to the 'Sword of Kos: Hekaton' Anthology.

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March 27 th, 11:20 AM

Not a single cloud marred the perfect azure blue of the early spring sky. The weather was unseasonably warm for this time of year and the air carried the un-mistakable scent of the impending days to come. But not only that, but far darker scents as well… the acrid stench of smoke, burning meat, decay and other less identifiable odors, all equally unpleasant.

Terry Friesen stood at the back door of his home in the southern part of the metropolis of Calgary, Alberta. He peered out through the crack in the curtains, his blue eyes scanning the yard and open alley behind for signs of movement. As he watched, a late model pickup backed out from the yard a few doors down. He could see that the bed was filled with all manner of personal belongings. A grim smile crossed his craggy, weathered face. At least someone else was about to leave the death-trap the city had become over the past eight days.

It was still almost too much to believe that just over a week had passed since the dead began to come back to a parody of life. At first, it almost seemed to be a miracle, but that only lasted a handful of moments. See, the dead had indeed been returned to a state that could not be counted as life. More as un-life.

Undead.

And to make matters worse, who and what they had been in life was forever lost. The shell that remained had but one purpose now, and that was to feast on the flesh of the living, to create more of their kind. And

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