
A myriad of tales on the undead from the author of zombie-comedy Class Three, and the Class Four trilogy, to tickle your rotting uvula. Eight stories which take a different look at these reanimated denizens of death: Cure What Ails Ya: When a snake oil salesman rolls into the Wild West town of Lobo, both he and the inhabitants are unaware of what is about to crawl out of the desert, hungry for brains. 28 Seconds Later: Finally, after years of being subject to official censure, the true story as to why the Eastern Bloc countries boycotted the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, is revealed. Red Sabre One: An SAS team are tasked with extracting a high value target from their world famous home. Senseless Apprentice: Step inside the mind of one of the undead, unable to do anything but watch on as his body acts on primal instinct. Dead Drop: A novella following a courier in the apocalypse. Ceepher's motto is simple; never look inside the package, and always be on time. His latest delivery will put both on the line. Charity Begins at Home: Whilst out collecting for H.O.A.R.D. (Helping Orphans Affected by the Reanimation Disease), Sadie stumbles upon a middle age couple, who seem to have survived the apocalypse with their pristine house intact. Gone Fishin': Bored, a son pleads with his dad to tell him, again, how his parents got together...one summers day on the lake. Whackos: After 'Reclamation', a radio host and his sound engineer, follow a clean up team, as they confront the after-effects of the zombie apocalypse. All of these stories are unpublished and have never seen the light of day before. A mix of humour, brutality and over-the-top mayhem, which Duncan P. Bradshaw is becoming famed for. Pick it up, and shamble inside some unique takes on the zombie genre. There's also a little bonus story... which will be explored further, in a brand new novel, released in 2017.
Author

I live in the simply marvelous county of Wiltshire in England with my wife Debbie and our two cats, Rafa and Pepe. We wile away the wee hours learning arcane incantations and medieval wind instruments, surviving solely on what our two furry faced fellows bring us. Winter is a bleak time indeed, when the common vole, the staple of our diet slumbers deep within the earth. After writing a number of books and stories on the undead to begin with, I now write whatever weird and wonderful stories infect my brain. Sitting outside of conventional genres, my books have a mix of comedy, horror and the bizarre, you can never be too sure what the hell is going to happen next. With my own label, EyeCue Productions, the physical copies of my books are something a little different. And with my own genre of GoreCom invented, a whole new level of EPICness is inbound. Don't worry about a seatbelt, let yourself get thrown through the windscreen of weirdness and see how you get on.