Zombie Fight Night: Battles of the Dead [MultiFormat]
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eBook by A.P. Fuchs
eBook Category: Horror/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: In 2027 A.D., the Zombie Apocalypse took the world by storm and no one was prepared. Countless lives were lost as humanity battled to regain control of their planet. Eventually, they did, and out of the ashes of fallen civilization rose a new world, one bent on revenge against the hordes of the undead that took everything from them.
Enter Tony Sterpanko, entrepreneur extraordinaire who found a way to capitalize on humanity's thirst for vengeance against the zombie. He created Zombie Fight Night, a worldwide craze where the undead men and women who remained from the apocalypse faced off against people and beings that once existed on Earth or were existing for the first time.
It is ten years later and at Blood Bay Arena, fortunes are won and lost. Men are made millionaires over night. Others are not so lucky and find themselves broken and destitute.
Mick Chelsey is one such man: gambling addict, lousy husband and Zombie Fight Night fanatic.
Except now, in order to still watch the fights and try to win back all he's lost, he needs to bet fast and big otherwise death will come for him.
Let the battles begin.
Zombies fight Bigfoot, werewolves, vampires, Axiom-man, Bruce Lee, samurai, kickboxers, robots and more in this ode to blood-and-guts action from Blood of the Dead author, A.P. Fuchs.
You ready to get it on?
eBook Publisher: Coscom Entertainment, Published: 2010, 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2010
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Mick Chelsey couldn't believe it had come to this.
He stood outside Blood Bay Arena, hands shaking. His left cheekbone hurt from when his wife, Anna, slapped him. She was right. He was pathetic, an addict and a downright lousy husband.
Some provider I turned out to be, eight hundred and twenty-one thousand dollars. I've gotten us in way over our heads.
The enormous stone structure of the arena loomed over him like a judge pointing a finger, condemning him to a sentence he wasn't sure he could face.
Eight hundred and twenty-one thousand dollars. How could any man repay that?
How could any man lose that?
For a moment he wished it was ten years ago and he could get back to being in his late twenties where the biggest bet he lost was a couple hundred bucks. But it was also ten years ago the world changed.
The story was different depending on who you heard it from, but there was a common thread that united them all: a Middle East chemical spill and a small town. Some folks said the spill occurred near some old tombs outside the town, the mysterious substance having washed over the rocks, drops of it leaking through the cracks and reanimating whatever remains there were within. The only problem Mick had with that story was if indeed this happened, how could these fragments of bone and dust suddenly get up and walk around and, better yet, move the heavy rocks away from the tomb entrance so the once-dead person could roam about?
Another tale said the spill occurred in the town as the trucker hauling the stuff was passing through. After the accident, the bizarre liquid running everywhere, all who touched it were transformed into something neither living nor dead, but caught somewhere in the middle.
Mick believed the latter story. There really weren't any other tales floating around out there that adequately explained it. Nothing plausible, anyway.
The undead had quickly covered the Middle East, all having a strange need to feed on human flesh. Those they didn't devour were changed--infected--and became one of them. Somehow, one got on a boat undetected. The infection spread. Soon nearly every country in the world was being overtaken by the mindless creatures.
The past ten years could have pretty much been divided in two: five years of conquest; five years of revival.
Nearly every superpower that had the capability wanted to nuke the creatures. This idea was quickly vetoed at a UN hearing because, given the instability of each nation and the frame of mind of the desperate leaders in charge, nuclear winter would have been sure to follow and humanity would have vanished forever.
Instead, the slow-but-steady approach was taken and troops were re-trained using Intel gathered from around the globe as to where the dead roamed, how they operated and how they could be disabled.
Working together, humanity unleashed its forces and slowly but surely overcame the creatures. Millions of troops went out. Less than a quarter of that came home.
Some of the undead were captured and kept for observation. Some were tortured for fun. Many were bought at a high price by Mr. Tony Sterpanko, a self-made billionaire entrepreneur before what the media had dubbed the "Zompocalypse" and one of the few who found a way to hang onto their cash when money became obsolete for a time. It was these few who led the world economically once order was reestablished, but Sterpanko was the leader of them all.
He began a little program for all who were willing to come and watch as humanity had its revenge on the undead up close and personal.
It was called Zombie Fight Night.
And the whole world was watching either at Blood Bay Arena or on TV or the Internet.
Fighters from around the world came to exact revenge on the monsters that stole their loved ones and ravaged their cities. Other creatures who once posed a threat to mankind now allied with it to destroy the remainder of the dead. Others thought to be fable now existed and came forward to battle, the Space-Time Continuum having gone bust thanks to the unnatural rebirth of that which was dead. Worlds and universes collided--or so the theorists said--and those out of folklore wandered into our world. Zombie Fight Night was the most profitable business on the planet.
Mick had wanted a piece of it. He had had a few bucks on his person during the whole time the zombies were in charge. On a whim, he took it to one of the earliest zombie fights. He won and doubled his money. He bet again, double or nothing, and won. He bet, he won. He bet, he won. For weeks he'd go to the fights, betting on all, winning most. Any losses were quickly recovered.
Soon he and his wife had so much money they could start a new life anywhere. Over four hundred grand.
Then double or nothing came a'callin'.
Mick had lost and couldn't pay.
Sterpanko wanted his head.