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Trifecta 54: Zombie Bunnies – Breaking the Seal

CRUSH (transitive verb)3 : to reduce to particles by pounding or grinding

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It’s been a while (2 months?!) since the last Zombie Bunnies installment, and I did work on it during NaNoWriMo. It’s not quite done (November is always my busiest work month -not to mention holidays!), but I have over 20K words at this point, which was double the amount I had started with! New characters, side stories and the beginning is in the books (pun intended)!

For continuity, and because by fantastic coincidence the word CRUSH was mentioned, let’s pick up where we left off.

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McMuscles was bored, and that irritated the hell out of him. He slowly rolled three walnuts in his hand, the calming ritual achieving a minimal effect. He would rather crush them into dust; damn the snacking. One crackle might blow his cover though.

It had been a boring and irritating campaign in Delta Springs. After dropping the little prick off (on Connar’s terms; McM wanted to give him a complimentary flying lesson), the chopper’s recording had stopped, so no one saw it land later that day across the city, in Eisley Park (where he had camped and LZ’ed in and out several times). He had shadowed the religious nuts as they spread the word about the rotting rodents, and Connar had arranged that Allen would never chance upon him or the chopper (and a few other areas that were off limits, for whatever reasons). He had a comm unit like Allen’s, but it was usually off. He knew his mission. Plus, fuck Connar. Only dogs wore leashes.

Just before this whole fiasco came around, he had his own show (“The Four Horsemen“) but everything was on hiatus, including the season finale; a ton of logistics was now for shit. Good intel was worth more than the expenses – fully covered by Connar – but the contract (which was money AND reputation) was off the table for them. Needless to say, the other members had started recruiting in his absence; The Book said nothing about five harbingers of doom. Just thinking about that, his fist began to close tighter…

And there he was. Alone, probably heartbroken (he had watched the show earlier), and probably looking for him. Well, I found you first. McMuscles smirked as he stored away the nuts and leveled his rifle, sighting him quickly. The OVK-1 was a perk of working for Connar. He nicknamed it “Overkill”; with all the high tech shit they crammed into it, in the end, a simple twitch of the finger unleashed final judgement.

McMuscles squeezed the trigger.

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All NaNo’s Eve

It is several days after ‘Sandy’, and I have power, heat, light. There’s no damage to my apartment or car. Work is cancelled for the entire week, half of NYC has no power, and the subways are flooded – so I am not exactly celebrating. The 4 hour blackout that was in my area was planned, as they needed to repair a neighboring area’s transformer, literally the next block. Yes I am lucky, and I appreciate every second of being able to be writing this.

Among other things, Halloween will be rescheduled.

This was the extent of my costume. It was an instant buy when I saw it.

Not shown: Nasty big pointy teeth.

This should segue nicely into some interesting news. You may understand the shirt’s reference, as my first Zombie Bunny post refers to it. Yes it was an instant buy when I saw it (teefury.com).
Also tomorrow is the beginning of NaNoWriMo. I try to do it every year, and have not had that much success with it. Even if I do ‘win’, I usually do not ‘finish’ it.

Until now.

This year, I will use NaNo to complete the Zombie Bunnies story. From the very beginning to the end, adding new people, places, plotlines, and fleshing out what I already have.

After it’s done, I have a few people who can edit it, and maybe even help along the next couple of steps as well. Whether or not they can help, or that I even finish it this month, that’s the goal; I want to get the Zombie Bunnies story published. I draw inspiration from the efforts, advice and success of those of you who write every day, and give advice not only on the product, but what to do with it – I’ve been listening, and value your words. Now I want to take that advice and use it on to accomplish what you have.

In just a few more hours it begins, during one of the busiest months of my job, and that’s without a long weekend of holidays. I have a head start with the outline and these couple of days off, but most of all, the backing of Zombunny fans.

I will try to keep up with other prompts as well, and may tease you further with some parts along the way.

Part of NaNoWriMo, or just want to watch? You can find me here.

Here’s to opportunity, inspiration and knowing the value of everything.

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Trifecta 45 / Zombie Bunnies: No Love Lost

This week’s word is: UNEASY
1: causing physical or mental discomfort
2: not easy : difficult
3: marked by lack of ease : awkward, embarrassed <gave an uneasy laugh>

There is little ease in the Zombunny world right now. Some of you were wondering what led up to the latest parts of the story, which we saw from both Allen and Carly’s POV. Let’s go back about 5 minutes and answer that…in 333 words or less.

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Allen strode into the bedroom of his apartment, where Carly was carefully arranging her pelted headpiece for the evening rituals.

“Allen… hi,” Carly greeted Allen with an uneasy smile as he walked to her for a kiss. She glanced over his shoulder to the camera, then to him. “Is everything ok?”

“No, nothing’s ok,” Allen confessed. “Instead of sticking with my sister like I should have, I got caught up in this stupid idea, hooking up with some freakish…” he checked himself when he saw Carly’s expression.

“Sorry sweetheart, it’s just, this is why I’m back. She’s in danger on that show. I gotta get her out. Before that though, I need to get you somewhere safe.”

“I am safe… here.” Her tone was hollow, unconvincing.

“No, you’re not, nobody is.” He began to pace. “There are hordes of bloodthirsty undead animals hopping around and society’s either about worshipping or killing them. Doesn’t something seem odd there?! I just want you and I… don’t shake your fucking head Carly!” he stopped and shouted at her.

Carly’s voice was a whisper. “I care for you, Allen, it was something that we knew would happen… he knew it would.”

Allen’s face flushed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“That big man with the mohawk came by shortly after you had started this show. Connar wanted to help protect us, show the viewers how we are a peaceful sect, but we had to agree to some ideas first. They said you were attracted to me and he wanted us together as a side story, but I was betrothed to Barry. Then… his accident, and…” she broke down into sobs. “You weren’t supposed to know…”

The blood rushing in Allen’s head drowned out her words. Reaching behind to the shoulder camera, he ripped it off the backpack and threw it across the room. It struck the mesh lined window, shattering it. Carly yelped at the crash, as Allen stormed out of the room, not looking back.
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Trifextra 35 / Zombie Bunnies – A Cold Burning

On to the weekend challenge. This week we’re again asking you to stand on the shoulders of another writer. But this time that other writer is you. Take one of your former Trifecta or Trifextra 33 word entries and build upon it with another 33 words. If you are new to the challenge you can use a Trifextra entry from one of the other community members, with their permission of course.

The first part, with the prompt, is here: The Setting Sun (Will open in new window). This is Allen’s POV at that same moment.

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Isolation shadowed Allen’s departure. His sister, a hostage. His girlfriend, a plot line. His sidekick, too conflicted in loyalties. The clearest relationships were with his enemies. Allen was going to make them closer.

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Trifextra 32 / Zombie Bunnies – The Setting Sun

In this weekend’s challenge, we are given 33 words and told to add 33 more.

Sound familiar? Yes, this prompt took me back to where it all began, so so why not use the opportunity to take the story a little further. Just a little.

TFX’s words are in italics, my words are bolded.
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The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

Carly looked past the cracked window as Allen walked into the sunset alone. One way or another, he was gone. She turned so the camera wouldn’t see the tear. The show was over.

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Trifecta 36/ Zombie Bunnies – The Reckoning Pt. 2

The Word of the Week is: NORMAL
3: a form or state regarded as the norm : standard


Will things get that way in the Zombie Bunnies world? Well everyone is doing their part – whether it helps or hinders…well, we’ll find out soon enough.

The Reckoning is still at hand, now we’ll see what Emma has been up to. When we last left her, she’s was at the lab/tv show, working on something...


Emma leaned back and considered the bunny in the cage on the lab table. It couldn’t consider her back; the walls of the small box were tinted on the inside, so that it couldn’t see out, or even its own reflection. Still the bloodshot eyes unnerved her, the constantly twitching mouth, as though waiting for release, or feeding.

She worked as hard as the others to figure out how to counter the zombie-ism. Would it be a cure to bring bunnyism back to normal, an antidote to prevent other bunnies (and other species) from infection? Or would it be a poison targeted towards bunnies, zombiefied or not, to wipe them out completely? Whatever brings the best results, I guess.

‘The result’ depended mainly on the person and their motives & motivation. Emma’s name had not yet been called; she knew that it was only a matter of time. And when it was, she knew her peers (some she knew, others had been flown in under one pretense or another) were working for themselves; there would be no support, advice or well wishes. She would never let another see her research. Emma thought back to what Dr. Hodgkins did to Dr. Siria when he caught her going through his files after a tryst.

A timer went off. Well, here goes… something. She stood and walked to a refrigerator which contained a row of prepared test tubes, and samples of ‘pure’ rabbit meat. From the tubes, she chose ‘Solution C-1’, and took a sample as well. Using slender tongs, she dipped the meat into the tube, then carried it to the cage and opened a small latch at the top. The zombunny began to shift and scratch at the slippery walls, knowing the meal was coming, and snatched the morsel from the tongs. It rolled and tore at the meat, devouring it in seconds. Now we wait.

We. Emma watched closely, knowing another set of eyes was deciding if it was her time as well.

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