He found himself wandering barefoot on the Picks Crossing Bridge with no recollection of how he got there. Now he can’t find his truck. What good is a junkman without a truck?
Then when he got his barefooted ass home, his barfly, karaoke killing girlfriend informed him she’d had him zombiefied, and she was running off to Nashville with the local crackhead to be a star.
…So he ate her.
And now he had to figure out how to sweet-talk a creepy, tobacco chewing, old crone into making him not dead before his favorite parts started rotting off.
I had fun reading this story and it was a real quick read. Only downside, was the dialogue was slowed down a lot due to the extreme redneck dialect used, and it took me a while to get into the lead character. Other than that the story was highly visual and read like a movie, which I always love in a story.
Of course I think it's great, I wrote it. But what I think doesn't matter. Some will hate it, some will like it and some won't finish it. No hard feelings, that's just how it goes.