When the zombies showed up, the world changed quickly, as you can imagine. You want to know what doesn’t change quickly? People. My friends and I, unfortunately, are people. People who are now considered food.
How exactly does a group of friends survive when they have the combined life experience of a fifteen-year-old on the opening day of a sci-fi convention? Well, not by being the tough guys in an apocalypse movie. I mean, yeah, that's how we all see ourselves – right up until the dead start walking and you realize that you don't even know how a shotgun works.
Greg Stumbo writes along the Crystal Coast of North Carolina. Well, not actually along the coast, since the tide would wash it away. You get the idea. His writing had previously been interrupted by becoming other things such as a father to two amazing boys, a veteran of Army Rangers, a plumber, a musician, a business owner and comedian, to name a few. Most days now are spent entertaining people with witty banter and stupid jokes in whatever form is handy at the moment. Regardless of where it is – in a book, in a bar, or a porch – he's keeping someone somewhere entertained in some fashion. Even if it's just to see what crazy thing comes next!