Marionette Zombie Series by S.B. Poe (#1-14)
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Overview: S.B. Poe is a husband, father and part time cat herder. He writes zombie books too.
Genre: Fiction > Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Horror > Zombie Apocalypse
Marionette (Book 1)
“Was this it? Is this Marionette? Here, right here.” He decided he would get in his car and dial 911 and wait for an ambulance. He hit send. No service. He hit send again. No service. The man outside was now unable to do anything more than just drag himself on his stumps and was dragging as hard as he could, blood trailing behind. His better eye never leaving Bridger. The day the world ends starts just like every other day. Join the journey from the beginning. This is the story of people who try to live. Some do some don’t.
Walk With Me (Book 2)
He could see through the trees as the cool air settled into a shimmering mist on the ground. The trees were just shadows divided by shards of moonlight slicing through the mostly bare limbs. As he watched, black shapes moved. One, then another. The crowd began to appear, first as shadows and then into the light filtering between the trees. He looked back to the interior of the bus. Everyone was up against a window looking out. He quietly backed out of the seat he was leaning in and walked down the center aisle tapping each person. They all pulled away from the windows a little and watched from the darkness.
The Hard Day (Book 3)
"But that world is over. That life is over. We can’t deny that any more. No matter what is left, it is nothing like what was before. Today we have to find a way. A way to move forward. A way to go on. A way to live. So now we all have each other. And that is all we have. Like Raj said that first night, we’re still here.” Devastation continues to follow the survivors of the Marionette virus. Fear, loss and terror is the new normal and breaking points are being reached. Survival is starting to become more than just fighting back against the hordes of undead. Join the journey. Scattered radio reports echo the outbreak of the Marionette virus. The fight for survival continues.
The Dead of Night (Book 4)
"He opened the door and looked around at the other shacks. Huts, he reminded himself. And then his mind turned to Charlie. Neither Raj nor Tilly had come to wake him so he assumed they hadn’t needed him yet. Or they took care of Charlie themselves. He doubted that. He knew he would be the one. The wind came in a heavy gust and peppered him with tiny pinpricks of water. Sleet. He knew that sometime soon he would have to take his knife and drive it into the base of Charlie’s skull. He can still see the pain in Kate’s face every time he looks at her. All he can see around him is pain now. Pain and terror. As he walks out into the now frozen track he wonders if that’s all that’s left." In a few short months the Marionette Virus has driven the group to the edge and beyond. Some have faced old fears and found new ones. Some will find comfort and some will find horror and one will find hope. The journey for survival continues. Scattered reports echoed the outbreak of the Marionette Virus, join the fight for survival.
Bones in the Road (Book 5)
This is what happens when the dead don’t stay dead. The fire flickered in front of him as his shadow danced against the curved roof over his head. The horse stood opposite just out of the light. Occasionally it would swing its head into the glow of the fire like an apparition appearing before him. He sat there as the log crackled, watching the random sparks rise in the heat until they winked out. The ground was covered in mud from the slog of winter but here and there he could still see signs of what had been. A leg from a folding chair, burnt and misshapen. A pile of blackened and rotting clothes lay half under a piece of scorched yellow metal. The bus was in two big pieces and several smaller ones. Seats and overheard racking were twisted and scattered about. The engine and cab were mostly intact. The rear exit door, roof and walls of the last third of the bus had come to rest against a now abandoned car. He made his camp under here. The heat radiated back down off the roof and he slowly warmed. Hiding, fighting, running, dying. New world New Rules. Everything changes… even the Deaduns.
The Potter’s Field (Book 6)
During the winter the little cracks in the pavement sprouted small patches of clover when the sun warmed the dark asphalt. Now that the first mornings of spring had arrived the road was full of green. Every crack exploded with life denied by those traversing their way to work or home. No more work and no more home Evan thought as he watched the setting sun play hide and seek behind the trees dotting the side of the road. Twisting and turning deeper into nothingness, they followed the black ribbon towards nowhere. This was the way it was now. The world had fallen apart and every little piece seemed odd and unfamiliar. The shadows of what was loomed over the cityscapes they visited and the reality of what is shuffled in the darkness below. They avoided cities now.
The Forgotten Place (Book 7)
This is what happens when the dead don’t stay dead. Scraps. Scraps of food, scraps of safety and scraps of happiness. And they have to fight for those. The only thing they have in abundance is horror. And deaduns. And the deaduns are changing. The Marionette Virus destroyed the world that came before, this is all that is left.
Harvest of the Dead (Book 
Finding refuge from the dead has come with a price. What will the cost be to find refuge from the living? His head throbbed and he could feel his veins pulsating under the restraints. The wadding in his mouth was dry and he felt the tickle of a stray fragment of cotton in the back of his throat. He didn’t feel the blood coming from his nose but when it found its way around the gag, he could taste it in his mouth. He tried to wiggle his toes and realized they were numb. He ran his tongue to the roof of his mouth but it was numb too. He felt his heart beating against his rib cage. His lungs ached. The edges of his vision began to dim. He thought he heard a voice somewhere in the distance. Deaduns aren’t only thing out there in the dark. This is what happens when the dead don’t stay dead.
Ash and Bone (Book 9)
This is what happens when the dead don’t stay dead. We’re still here.
From The Darkness (Book 10)
This is what happens when the dead don’t stay dead. When the world fell apart, running, hiding and fighting became the new way of life. The group that banded together in the beginning has suffered terrible losses. Death and the undead have followed them from the start but they found a haven. A place to try and start anew. Even as they try to carve out a life behind the barricade, the world outside grows more dangerous. The dead still rise but the survivors are beginning to understand that dealing with the dead may be easier than dealing with the living. "Yesterday and tomorrow don’t matter much if you don’t survive today."
The Time Between (Book 11)
A shard of light came through a hole where the chimney met the roof. The big tree limb stuck a few feet into the room. She jumped up and started trying to climb the brick chimney. There were pegs in the masonry along the front. She lifted her foot as high as she could to step up. It was too high. She dropped the poker and grabbed the stud protruding from the wall that had held the mantle. She pulled herself up until she could get her foot on the iron pegs. The latch gave way. The first two deaduns fell into the room. She screamed. She climbed.
Dead Reckoning (Book 12)
This is what happens when the dead don’t stay dead. They made their way through the darkness interrupted by the beam of flashlights. The dead drifted through the woods around them. One stepped around a tree and almost knocked the girl down. The thing never even noticed she was there as it reached for Scott. Hannah drove her lawnmower blade spear into the side of its head. Pop. They all stopped. Hannah grabbed her knife and plunged it into the things belly. “What are you doing?” Scott asked. Before she answered she stood with a handful of rotted guts and began smearing it in his hair. “Wait, stop.” Scott protested. “This will cover your scent.” She said. “We can move faster.” He could smell the rot dripping down his cheek. He really didn’t want to be covered in deadun guts but he nodded. Hannah stood back and looked at him. She nodded. “Okay. That should be good.” She said. “Let’s go.”
What Remains (Book 13)
This is what happens when the dead don’t stay dead.
The eyes were all the same. Pale with some kind of haze over them, like dirty windows. The one closest to him barely turned towards his movement. He reached out and touched the things arm. It didn’t react. There was a vicious tear along the side of the things face and the skin fell in a flap under its jaw. He could see the white bone underneath the black rot dripping from the hole. The other two didn’t move at all other than the slow steady shuffle towards the fence and the constant chomping teeth, as though they were taking bites of the air.
The day the worlds ends starts like every other day.
Wasteland (Book 14)
This is what happens when the dead don’t stay dead.
He kicked at a skull with the tip of his boot. The ghoulish smile poked through the soot and seared flesh.
“One day man, one day.” He paused and looked further down the road.
The deadun stumbled between the trees and into the sun. Bridger watched it as it swayed from side to side with each step. It paused twenty yards away and lifted its head. He could see it scenting the air and finally its nose came down towards him. The thing tilted its head to the side briefly and let out a deep, guttural moan. Bridger tightened his grip on the spear. The thing stumbled forward. He gave a little ground. The thing stumbled forward again. He drove the spear into the thing’s eye. Pop. It collapsed on the ground in front of him. He squatted down and flipped it over. The thing barely looked human any more. The skin was leathery gray but soft. Ooze from every slight nick or scrape covered the whole thing in a greasy slime of rot and dirt. All that remained of its clothes were the scraps that had fused with the thing’s skin as it all slowly rotted away.
He grabbed the thing’s foot and dragged it over to the blackened spot on the road. It barely weighed enough for him to notice. He looked down at the thing’s face and glanced over at the skull that had caught his eye earlier. “But not today brother, not today.” He smiled, turned and started walking back towards town.
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