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Bad Blood by Nicky Peacock – Out Now!
“I am Britannia. I am your protector.
I will fend off the hungry hordes of undead hands that reach toward you. I am
your steadfast defender. I will stand between you and the zombie masses as they
try to taste your flesh. I am strong, unyielding, and dedicated to your
survival. All I ask from you… is your blood.”
A five-hundred-year-old bloody game of
vengeance will need to be put on hold if vampires are to survive the zombie
uprising. Britannia and Nicholas, bitter enemies and the only two surviving
vampires left in London, have to work together to save un-infected humans and
deliver them safely to a vampire stronghold in the Scottish Highlands. Unable
to drink the zombie ‘bad blood’, the remaining vampires need the humans to stay
alive. But will the vampires tell the survivors who they are and what they want
from them? Will Britannia be able to hold back her vengeance for the greater
good? Is survivor Josh the reincarnation of Britannia’s murdered true love? And
can she bring herself to deliver him to the ‘safe’ hold? Survival instincts run
deep, but bad blood can run deeper.
About the Author:
guess I’ve always been a storyteller, not in a ‘liar liar pants on fire’ kind
of way, although I do work in advertising! When I was little, kids would crowd
around me in the playground and I’d tell them tales of blood soaked horror
filled with vampires, werewolves, ghosts and more. Yes, most would consider me
a disturbed child, but my playmates couldn’t help themselves, they’d huddle
around me every break time like an ancient tribe feeding off the fear; and
that’s how I learned that horror stories hold a certain power, no matter what
some might say, everyone is addicted to a good scare, especially if it is
somewhat rooted safely in unrealistic beings… or are they unrealistic?
Writing was really a natural progression.
Right now I’m obsessed with writing: a YA Urban Fantasy novel, a Paranormal
Romance novella series, and several short horror stories! So I’m currently
living in a functional fiction coma – and loving it!
I’ve so far been published in 5 countries:
USA, UK, Australia, Ireland and Canada and had short stories included in 40
anthologies with over 17 publishers.
We ran to the hospital. On the way, we
encountered hardly anyone, alive or dead. Where were they all? When we arrived
at the hospital car park, I understood. Zombies were pack animals. A massive
crowd of them were crammed in and around the main building like they were
waiting for a concert to start, all barely paying attention to their
surroundings and seemingly swaying against the force of gravity. The other
thing was the smell. When watching horror films filled with shuffling zombies,
the horror came from their ghastly looks—the reminder that death has a tight
grip on us all, well, most of us. But what the filmmakers should focus on—if
they could—was the acidic rank odor zombies gave off. They had been dead barely
twenty-four hours. It took a normal human body at least thirty-six hours to
really start to smell, and that was with a vampire’s heightened senses. These
guys smelled like they’d been out in the sun for three weeks covered in rubbish
and besieged by wily maggots. They were mostly intact, though. Maybe this
hospital had been Zombie Ground Zero. Most had turned so quickly their comrades
hadn’t had time to feed.
“Maybe we should try a less populated
target.” Nicholas twitched his nose and turned away from me to dry retch.
“Maybe you should grow a pair.”
“Maybe you should act like a lady.” He now
had his hands on his hips, squaring up for yet another argument.
“Acting like a lady isn’t going to help
now, is it? What do you want me to do? Drop my handkerchief in front of the
zombies and watch them fight one another to scoop it up for me? Moron!”
“Always to the ‘nth degree with you, isn’t
“Shut up. Look, the doors are holding, and
they’re outside, not inside, which means there must be some people left in
there alive to have barricaded this place so tight.”
“Or maybe there are just more zombies in
“Well, there’s definitely a blood bank in
there, and that’ll help matters no end!”
Nicholas looked thoughtful then nodded. He
of course didn’t want to actually say aloud that I’d had a good idea. “So, how
do we get past them?”
I assumed it was a rhetorical question, so
I started down to the car park entrance, where most of the zombies were mobbing.
I opened the outer door as quietly as possible.
“Ladies first,” Nicholas whispered in my
“I thought we’d agreed I wasn’t a lady.”
And with that, I shoved him as hard as I could into the throbbing throng of