Table Of ContentYOU KNOW, SURPRISINGLY, they don’t sell a lot of brains in the local 24-hour
grocery store around the corner from my house. And, believe it or not, they
don’t really like it when you ask about them. At least, not the sleepy college
kid working the only open cash register the night I become a zombie.
“Hi, yeah, listen, uh …Tad? Tad, I’m looking for, well, see, my, uhhm
…grandfather …is coming into town this weekend, and he really likes,
well, believe it or not, he loves brains. Don’t look at me like that. I guess
they ate them on the farm when he was growing up or something, but …do
you know where I could find any?”
“Tad,” or so says the name tag on his chest, looks past me, around me,
out into the parking lot, and everywhere but at me before finally saying,
“Very funny.” Then he stares at me, as if to say, without words, “I’m too
smart to be punk’d. Even if it is two in the morning and there’s not another
soul around for miles.”
“It’s not a prank, Tad. Seriously. I looked all over the meat department,
found tubs of chicken livers, something called ‘chitterlings’—not sure I
want to go there—even a big, gray cow’s tongue, but …no brains. So …do
you know where I could find them? I mean, I’m asking as a customer”—
here I hold up the insanely fat roll of $20 bills Dad keeps in a cookie jar in
the kitchen in case of an emergency (which, I think you’ll agree, this is)
—”so I’m really not trying to prank you.”
He sighs, reaches for a curvy microphone next to his cash register,
pushes a button at the base, and says, “Harvey, I’m sending a live one back
to the butcher for a few pounds of, get this …brains….”
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Dedication
For my lovely wife, Martha, who’s had to put up with my zombie shenanigans
for far too long now.
Acknowledgments
Rusty would like to thank the following for their invaluable contribution to the “making of”
Zombies Don’t Cry.
First, to Jamie Brenner with Artists & Artisans, Inc., who knew this book better back when it
was still called Have a Nice Afterlife. Jamie taught me the importance of story, as well as
knowing your audience. She also taught me that timing is everything and that writing a “timeless”
book is more important than chasing a fad.
Second, to the good folks at Medallion Press. Finding a publisher is never easy; finding a
publisher who actually cares about its authors, particularly in this day and age, is doubly so. I’m
proud to have found a “home” at Medallion, where zombies are always welcome. Editorial
Manager Lorie Popp has been particularly encouraging, and I’d also like to give a major shout-out
to my “point person,” Editorial Director Emily Steele, who has made the process easier than it
should be.
Next, to my unofficial mentors on Facebook and Twitter. There are too many to list by name,
but being able to talk about writing, publishing, e-books, print books, submissions, query letters,
plot, and characterization with folks I’ve long admired—and read—has been a true inspiration.
They say writing is a solitary venture, and that’s true for the most part, but social media has really
opened up my world and, I like to think, my writing is better for it.
Finally, to my family and friends, who have learned more about zombies than they probably
ever wanted to. I never fail to get a kick out of hearing my in-laws, Helen and Gerry, asking about
flesh-eating zombies or watching my mom, Colee, egging her teacher friends to buy her son’s
book about the living dead. (And don’t get me started on trying to convince my dad, Rusty Sr.,
how well a book about zombies would go over at Rusty’s Raw Bar.) They’ve been hearing about
this book for so long, I hope they’re not disappointed when the dead finally spring to life!
Contents
Prologue Zombie Picnic
Part 1 Two Weeks Earlier …
1 The Curse of Third Period Home Ec
2 “Oooomph”
3 Rubbing the Grave
4 A (Way!) Decent Proposal
5 Raindrops Keep Falling on My Dead
6 You Might Be a Zombie If …
7 Brains on Aisle 9
8 “Maddy, Do You Know?”
9 Zombies 1 and 2
10 The Proper Care and Feeding of Zombies
11 The Zombie Pledge
12 Ambushed
13 Cloudy with a Chance of Gray Matter
Part 2 The Dead and the Near Dead
14 Maddy Gets a Makeover
15 Reversal of Fortune
16 Man Troubles
17 Jock-Blocked
18 Sentenced to Food Court
19 Creature Features
20 Batter Up!
21 The Z Files
22 Formerly Yours
23 Any Grave Will Do
Part 3 The Afterlife
24 And So It Begins
25 Home Ick
26 Eternally Yours
27 Breaking & Tasering
28 The Business End
29 Three’s Company
30 Zombies in the Girls’ Room
31 A Pimp Called Death
32 Maddy’s Choice
Epilogue Maddy in the Middle
