Writing a zombie apocalypse novel to see where it takes me. Having a lot of fun with it so far. Sharing it for any curious readers out there.
Jacob slumped back in the Italian-marbled bathtub of his hotel suite and wept. Seven days of self-imposed isolation. Seven days with shades drawn, soundproofed windows, and with the floor all to himself. Seven days since he left Molly to clear her stuff out of the apartment. He picked up his gun and tracked the silver glean along its barrel. Everything had gone to shit – the divorce had been finalized, he was still working the same banking career that he swore he would quit ten years ago – everything, but it was time to take control. He cocked the gun, pressed the end of the barrel flat against his skull and shut his eyes, ready to pull the trigger.
Instead, he laughed.
He imagined Molly meeting up with some tall, handsome divorcee, one willing and able to have her biological children. She would smile, he would smile, and she would talk about how terrible her ex-husband had been, he would pretend to care, and they would marry as soon as was socially acceptable. Then she would finally get what she wanted. Nine months later she’d be popping out a little screaming bastard for the whole world to cherish. Continue reading