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Hello all, my name is Glyn Gardner. I’m in my 40’s, am married and have two boys. I grew up in Grand Prairie Texas. I spent 7 years as a medic in the US Army. I am currently an ER nurse in Northwestern Louisiana, a job I have held for the past 3 years.
I’ve just published my first book APEX, a zombie novel based in Louisiana. I’ve always been interested in military history, apocalypse type stories, and military fiction. This story combines the thrill of a horror novel with the action of a military fiction tale.
Here's a little taste:

Day 2
Oak Hills Drive, Bossier City LA.
Mike walked down the stairs still in his boxers. One of these days, he thought, we need to get one of those coffee pots with a timer on it. Then I wouldn’t have to walk down these damned stairs before I had my shower and a chance to wake up,
He pressed the button labeled “BREW.” He heard that familiar gurgle coming from deep in the bowels of the coffee maker. Back up stairs to get in the shower. He always liked to get in before her. The water always seemed hotter when you were in first.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he could hear the shower running. Damn, he thought. I knew it. Hope this is one of her quick showers. Gonna have to leave early again today. A feeling of dread fell over him as he thought about the anti-nuclear-power-nuts that have been laying siege to the plant for the last two weeks.
“Don’t enjoy that shower too much. I gotta run the green gauntlet again this morning to get to work.”
“Are you saying I take too long?” she asked.
“I didn’t exactly say that.” He said s he pulled his boxers off. “But, yes, you do take too long” climbing into the shower with her.
“Now we can either share this shower,” he said with a big grin. “Or, you may vacate it of your own accord.”
“Well, since you are in a hurry. I guess I’m done anyway.” She flipped her wet hair as she exited the shower.

As he walked down the stairs, dressed in his black pants and white t-shirt, he was greeted with the smell of the coffee he had started earlier. He also caught a whiff of bacon. Jennifer must be making breakfast. She always ate something big on mornings she worked. Something about never knowing when her next meal would be.
He headed out the front door to fetch the paper. He never read much of it, but Jennifer loved the coupons, and he could keep from sounding like a dumbass at work if he at least read the headlines, which he usually did over breakfast.
“Hey Andy,” he shouted to Andy Finch. Andy was out for his morning jog. He waived to Mike.
“You catch that ballgame this weekend?” Andy asked slowing down a bit.
“Which one,” he asked.
“Baseball of course, it is The Series.” Andy continued to slow and jog backwards, waiting for an answer.
“Yeah, this is turning out to be…”
What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion.
Andy neared the next corner, still running backward. From where Mike stood, it looked like a drunk stumble out and bumped into Andy. They both went over, Andy backwards, and the drunk to the side, both falling out of site. Then the screaming started. It was like nothing Mike had ever heard before.
“Holy Shit, you alright Andy?” Mike cleared his porch steps in one leap. Shit! Don’t let Andy be hurt too bad.
In just a second or two, the screaming stopped, replaced by a strange gurgling sound and moaning. Mike slid to a stop as he rounded the black SUV that was between him and Andy. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The drunk was kneeled over Andy, chewing on his neck. Eating him, like one of those big cats on Animal Planet. It pulled off a chunk of Andy’s flesh. What the Fuck?
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?”
For months Mike would wonder why he didn’t grab the guy. He couldn’t. He couldn’t make his brain believe what his eyes were seeing. Frozen. Scared. Oh, God. What the hell is this? Do something. Do something quick! Anything Mike, just don’t stand here. RUN!!!! And he did.
SLAM! Click. Click. What now? He heard Jennifer brushing her teeth. Oh Shit? What do I say to her? What do I do? He turned to the door, looked through the peep hole. He could see people on the street. Maybe three or four of them were milling around out there. He started to unlock the door. He had to warn them about the drunk. Stop. Use your head Mike. He went to the window.
Something isn’t right. The four figures walked slumped over at the shoulders. One had a blood stain on his shirt. Another seemed to be dragging her left leg behind her in some strange limp.


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