Sometimes, dead just isn’t dead enough. Souls deprived of the good death seek out 17-year-old Annabel Wallis to fulfill the living’s duty to the deceased and help them move on.
Annabel’s dad has a plan. He leads his family and friends on a daring escape from the city to the sanctuary of their farm. The group battles their way through the remnants of civilization, fighting zombies, other survivors, and nature. However, they face more than external dangers.
Annabel’s mom has a secret, and an antidote, sans one important measurement. Annabel doesn’t know it, but her nightmares hold the key to deciphering the medicine’s “wanting measure.”
Annabel must complete the remedy if the infected are to have any chance of survival. But to do that she must stay alive. Worse still, Anna discovers that death is not the exit it once was. The deceased are experiencing their own apocalypse. Annabel’s dead Vietnamese grandmother, revealed as a member of the mysterious Sisterhood of the Xích Quý, provides guidance from beyond. Annabel must reopen the path to the afterlife before they all become second dead.
I was born in 1964. The youngest of six children I can only assume that my Catholic parents stopped procreating when they reached perfection with me. My youth was filled with wonder and adventure as I roamed the woods of a rustic little hamlet by the name of Spanish Lake. From time to time, I even managed to apply myself at schoolwork just enough to advance to the next grade.
Then came the first of many broken bones. A hill– the hill– beckoned me. Never one to obey rules or follow basic tenets of common sense, I set out to conquer the monstrosity. Me, gravity and a bike with no breaks. You can guess the rest. It was awesome, right up to the moment it wasn’t. A broken arm and fractured skull pretty much put me out of action for the rest of the summer.
To follow up such an epic conquest, the next summer I again set out to plant my feet firmly on the mountain of childhood adventure. I leaped feet first into the fire. Well, river actually. Onto a sandbar to be exact. Landed wrong and broke my leg. Another summer wasted away. Or so I thought.
Two things happened to me that tragic summer which would change my life forever. The first was zombies. Thanks to a disobedient older brother and the magic of drive-in theaters, I discovered zombies at the tender age of nine. And books.
Having graduated high school with literally the lowest satisfactory grades allowed by law, I embarked on a twelve-year quest for higher education. I must admit I attacked this with a little less gusto than I had with high school. During this time I worked on my first book. A convoluted little tale called The Emerald Tower.
Life intruded, and I set aside such things as I worked my way up the corporate ladder attaining the zombie-esque position of VP at the tender age of thirty-six. In 1992, I met my future wife, Minhdu Nguyen from Vietnam. A feisty little fireball it didn’t take long until we married. Three sons later, I had but one conquest left to make.
Alcoholism. Licked it 2008, haven’t had a drink since. Funny thing happened after the fog lifted. I remembered my passion for writing. In 2015, I finished my first book in a series called Second Dead.