Book and Author Details:
Life After The Undead by Pembroke Sinclair
Published by: Booktrope Publishing
Publication date: October 27th 2015
Genres: Post-Apocalyptic, Young Adult, Zombies
Seventeen-year-old Krista must quickly figure out how she’s going to survive in the zombie-destroyed world. The one advantage humans have is that the zombies hate humid environments, so they’re migrating west to escape its deteriorating effects. The survivors plan to construct a wall at North Platte to keep the undead out, and Krista has come to Nebraska to start a new life.
Zombies aren’t the only creatures she has to be cautious of—the other survivors have a dark side. Krista must fight not only to live but also to defend everything she holds dear—her country, her freedom, and ultimately, those she loves.
Join Krista in her quest to survive in this thrilling apocalyptic novel by Pembroke Sinclair.
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Jessica Robinson is an editor by day and a zombie-killer by night (at least in her books). Since the first time she watched Night of the Living Dead, she has been obsessed with zombies and often thinks of ways to survive the uprising. In addition to her nonfiction book, under the pen name Pembroke Sinclair, she has written YA novels about zombies and the tough teens who survive the apocalyptic world. She has also written nonfiction stories for Serial Killer Magazine and published a book about slasher films called Life Lessons from Slasher Films.
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I will never understand peoples’ fascination with the
apocalypse. Why would you waste so much time and energy worrying about
something you can’t change? Besides, most of the time, it never comes to fruition,
anyway. Remember Y2K? I don’t. I was too young, but I’ve heard stories. What a
hullabaloo that was. People were so afraid of computers failing and throwing
society back into the Dark Ages, they stockpiled supplies and moved into the
wilderness so they could get away from technology. Why would they move to the
wilderness? If technology was going to fail, wouldn’t they be just as safe in a
city? I guess they were afraid when it did, everyone would go crazy and start
killing each other. Either way, it didn’t happen. I wonder how those people
Then there was the whole 2012 scare. This one was supposedly
based on an ancient prediction, so you know it was reliable. Are you kidding?
Even the Mayans didn’t believe their own ancestors’ “vision.” What happened was
there had been a tablet that had the Mayan calendar carved into it. The end was
broken and faded, so no one knew what it said. Our culture, being the
pessimistic lot we are, automatically assumed it was an end-of-the-world
warning, but, again, nothing happened on December 21, 2012. Christmas came and
went, and I think everyone everywhere, even the skeptics, had a little
something more to be thankful for. Life went on as usual, and all those
doomsayers faded into obscurity.
The day the world did end was pretty nondescript. By that I
mean there was no nuclear explosion or asteroid or monumental natural disaster.
There weren’t even any horsemen or plagues to announce the end was coming. The
world ended fairly quietly. I couldn’t even give you a date because it happened
at different times depending on where you were. It was never predicted, and I’m
sure a scenario no one even considered. Who really thinks the dead are going to
rise from the grave and destroy the majority of the population? No one but Hollywood, and we all know those
are just movies, but that’s exactly what happened. Those of us who survived
were left wide-eyed, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to do next.
There were a few who were able to pull their heads out and
organize those left behind. They made sure the populace had food, shelter, and
protection. They were saviors, the United States’ heroes. Life wouldn’t have
gone on without them, and it was pretty difficult those first few years after
Sometimes it’s difficult for me to remember what life was
like before the rise of the undead. I was a teenager, though I hesitate to say
normal. I wasn’t deformed or anything, but my classmates thought I was strange.
I had a fascination with the dark, the macabre, although I wasn’t a Goth or
Emo. I read books and magazines about serial killers. I didn’t idolize them or
want to be like them—hell no—I was fascinated with how evil and black a human’s
soul could get.
I wanted to be a psychologist and work with the criminally
insane, maybe figure out why they did what they did. Apparently, when you’re
fifteen, your friends think you’re weird if you have desires to help someone
other than yourself. While they were worried about becoming popular and getting
the right boyfriend, I tried to figure out how to make society better.
Of course, those dreams will never come true. Society
doesn’t exist. Everything I once held dear is gone. I lost my parents to the
horde, like a lot of kids. Unlike some of the others, mine weren’t taken by
surprise or in some freak accident. They were taken because of their own
stupidity. Some days I miss them a lot, but others I believe they got what they
deserved. I might sound callous and uncaring, but what about them? Why would
they abandon their fifteen-year-old daughter? It used to keep me up at night,
trying to find the answer to that question, but I’ve given up asking it. No
reason wasting time on things that could’ve or should’ve been.
As I stare out the passenger side window of the
semi, I’m reminded how bleak the future has become. The truck rolls down a once
heavily traveled highway that has been reduced to a cracked trail. Gas stations
and towns dotting the landscape have been abandoned and are crumpling into the
weeds that are taking them over. There are a few areas that still resemble
pre-zombie destruction, and these are the military outposts set up along the
road, used for protection and refueling. I use the term “military” loosely
because there is no formal military anymore. It’s a rag-tag group of men and
women who were lucky enough to get guns. I chuckle to myself. It’s been two
years since I was last out in the world, and a lot has changed since then. I
still remember the day the zombies attacked. It’s as clear as if it’d happened
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