Wednesday, January 4, 2012

"Grim Notes From The End Days" by Dr. Ace T. Jericho, Rogue Journalist

Over at the Carina Press blog last Thursday, editor Mallory Braus posted about 2012 being the year of the Zombie Apocalypse.

After the last conversation I had with Duke a month earlier, I thought I'd see if he'd heard anything and called him up the next day but didn't get through.

I finally got hold of him Monday afternoon. He'd seen the post, of course. I figured as much. Omega-13 is tightly wired into the pulse of such matters.

"We did some checking of our own," Duke said. "And we're sending field agents to Miss Braus now. We'll need to brief her."

"So she's on the ball on this?" I asked. "A lucky prognosticatory post?"

"Blind luck," said Duke. "She's probably thinking it's a joke, ha ha, and all that. But it's not."

"What'd you find out?"

"One of contacts, Madame Zamboni, is a regular liaison with the world of the Fae. She's heard some whisperings among the Courts on the other side. The Unseelie Court is planning to use zombies as their vanguard. Both kinds, too."

"The shambling and the running?"

"Yeah," Duke said. "I fucking hate the running ones. Just a sec." He turned away from his phone and spoke to someone nearby. I only snatches of the conversation. After a moment, Duke was back on the line. "Looks like we're also going to send over a protection team for Miss Braus."

"Protection team?"

"Four-man squad. Armed with the latest in supernatural weaponry. They'll keep an eye on her. From a distance, of course. But close enough to act in case something goes down."

"You think it's that bad?" I said. "Needing protection teams?"

"That bad," said Duke. "If word reaches the Unseelie Court about a leak, they're liable to retaliate, albeit as unobtrusively as possible."

"How unobtrusive do you think?"

"I checked with Madame Zamboni. She said there could be any number of different things but thinks they may try to take her out with a car hit."

"A car hit?"

"It's called an Auto d'Fae. Pretty nasty critter from what she told me. Typically appears as a red and white 1958 Plymouth Fury. Swallows its victim through the hood then sucks out their life essence. Force drain style."

"Shades of Exar Kun!" I said.


"I follow her on Twitter. Mallory Braus, I mean. Should I DM her with a warning?"

"Leave it to us," Duke said. "Better that way."

He had a good point. They were Professionals in that department.

"About the vanguard forces," I said. "The zombies. Did Madame Zamboni give a likely date?"

"No, dammit all. Her people are hush-hush about it. Plus, time works differently over there so any specifics are vague. I hate vague specifics."

"Tell me about it," I said. "They give me gas."

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