Excerpt From Wyverns Never Die

"Larry" of WyvernCon

The third zombie slashed for Marco. He put up his left arm, and the blades sparked against the leather jacket.

Without warning, three fireballs slammed into Marco, knocking him off his feet with an explosion that threw him a dozen feet.

Marco hit the pavement, jacket first, and rolled to one knee. Ten more zombies ran for him, their mouths open and breathing fire.

What the Hell?

The nearest zombie jumped for him. He grabbed the creature by the wrists, holding the blades at bay. Marco growled as he tried to push to his feet, but the zombie’s mouth opened. A fiery glow came from its throat.

Well, crap, I’m dead, he thought, matter-of-fact.

Then an arrow rammed through the zombie’s eye and out the back of its head. The zombie just fell down like it was never animated in the first place.

“About time,” Marco muttered. He dove for a lamppost as fireballs shot out towards him. Galadren stepped next to him, bow up and firing.

“Apologies, I was slowed down by new allies.”

Marco blinked, “What?”

A gun fired from nearby. Marco glanced across the street at a new shooter, taking cover behind a tree. Marco didn’t know why the man bothered, since he was wider than the tree, and nearing seven feet tall. He was bald with a goatee, and skin that was either Mediterranean in origin, or a good tan at the beach. He fired quickly and efficiently, putting neat, large holes in the zombies’ eyes.

Marco pulled out a 1911 and reloaded. “Now that you’re here, you can cover my back.”

Between Marco, Galadren, and the newcomer, they cut through half the zombies. The other armed citizens took care of the rest. It was more of a turkey shoot than Marco imagined.

Thank God for gun owners. They understand that shooting a regular human once only works if they hit the right place. Also, they know how to aim. Hell, if the zombies had opened with the fireballs, no one could have stood in their way...

Marco blinked. Except I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere near them with fireballs. I would have gotten Galadren and had him snipe all of them. I never would have gotten that close. X knew that and programmed the zombies to act accordingly. Sumbitch.

Marco reloaded his guns and holstered them. He slipped the coat over them and walked over to the giant newcomer. “Thanks for the assist.”

The man grinned broadly. In a voice that was relatively high pitched for such a large fellow, he said, “Dude! I got to kill zombies. That was awesome. The only thing that pisses me off is that I can’t tell anybody about it, otherwise I’m going to be thrown in the nuthouse.” He paused a moment. “But cyber zombies are kinda cool. I should use that in my next book.”

Marco blinked and looked him up and down. “Sorry, I’m Marco.” He held out his hand. “You are?”

“Larry.”

Marco shook his hand and nodded. “Yeah. I read some of your books. Trust me, they’ve come in handy.”

Larry blinked, processing Marco’s statement. Then he grinned broadly. “Cool. I just put some thought into monsters and guns and applied it reasonably... then I blow stuff up.”

Marco laughed. “Amen. I hear you there.”

Larry glanced from Marco to Galadren. “You guys expecting any more of this stuff during the con?”

Marco sighed. “Yep. I hope you have enough bullets.”

Larry laughed. “Oh yeah. I have enough for an after- noon.” He shrugged his mountainous shoulders. “Who knew I’d get so much target practice at WyvernCon? I gotta tell my wife.”
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