“George, I need some ice and bandages. And coffee, if you’ve got it.” Coffee made everything better.
“What happened to your hand?” He walked a little closer and peered tentatively down at her, his eyes wide.
She showed him. “There are zombie Others out there. I was fighting them when one—”
He wobbled back a few steps then crashed to the floor, out cold.
She sighed. “For fuck’s sake, dude. It’s just a little blood and gore.” She guessed she'd have to go find her own damn ice.
I'll post the cover art as soon as I've got it, as well as a release date when I get the book a little closer to being finished. :)