The Apocalypse will not be motorized.
Boston Under Siege
Dystopian Boston is under martial law. Newly minted Phd, Ami Alpert, and her bike messenger boyfriend, Trips Kentigern, are stuck in town for the duration. Their friends, Ichiro Kai, and Alexx Spiros show them the ropes for staying alive. It’s a little weird, but everyone is carrying and the Army is hiring couriers to root out the zombies. Trips is their best candidate to keep an unruly bunch of bike messengers from going astray and getting themselves killed while luring blood sucking freaks out of hiding. During a skirmish with Amos, a leader in the rebellion, Trips is injured. Worried that he’ll change, Ami and the gang take him back to the lab which is off limits. They encounter a hostile situation and flee the scene, but leave evidence behind. To protect his friends, Trips confesses and is conscripted to lead scouts into the heart of the infected area. Upon returning, he learns that messengers are being held as blood banks. He mounts a successful rescue only to find his Ami got taken hostage as the ultimate blood bank. Now, it’s personal and he’ll stop at nothing to get her back.
What the heck is BostonZombie.com about anyway?
Long story short – I planned to use BostonZombie.com as a “platform” to publicize my book, ah-hem, series about – you guessed it – zombies, in where else, but in Boston, and Cambridge of course and Somerville, natch.
But then I found out that the beloved Boston Zombie Walk will be discontinued, at least according to the awesome event planner that started it all 9, count ‘em, 9 years ago. Check the FB page for more info: https://www.facebook.com/ZombieMarch
So to the creators and participants of the Boston Zombie March IX, we plan on video taping and photographing and posting as much as we possibly can here as a fleshy bacteria laden tribute, so if you have stuff to add, don’t hesitate to contact me at email@example.com.
Thanks, and sign up for periodic emails if you want exclusive junk about my book project and any other secret stuff. Want to collaborate on infecting the world? Let me know.
Love and sloppy kisses,
~ brains are good