I Am N37b - Softcover

Wolfe, Marcus

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1452530564 ISBN 13: 9781452530567

Verlag: BalboaPressAu, 2015

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N37b is a survivor-one of roughly two hundred people in New Zealand who survives the Event, in which the undead rise as zombies and slaughter their way across the world. An oddity in this postapocalyptic landscape, N37b is a loner by preference. A highly intelligent, unfit, and unmotivated sociopath, he makes his way on his own based in a small New Zealand town called Napier. When he meets Tammy, he plans to use her as distraction for the zombies and then leave her behind. Despite his intentions, however, he soon finds that he begins to like her . . . and perhaps even more than that. N37b has always believed that people will betray him if it is in their interest to do so; after all, that's what he would do. Can he trust Tammy-and himself- enough to give love a chance? Can a sociopath find love in the midst of the zombie apocalypse? This post-apocalyptic science fiction novel tells the story of a sociopathic survivor, the woman he unexpectedly falls for, and their search for the truth of what destroyed their civilization.

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I Am N37b

By Marcus Wolfe

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2015 marcus wolfe
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4525-3056-7

Contents

Day 1, 1, 
Day 2, 8, 
Day 3, 10, 
Tammy, 11, 
Day 4, 14, 
A simple plan, 17, 
Gonna stop starting sections with day numbers; frankly, it's boring, 21, 
The following week, 23, 
The undead Chihuahua, 26, 
Ever hotwired a car?, 29, 
A humorous interlude, 31, 
Drive-through supermarket an idea ahead of its time, 37, 
Time Out, 39, 
Drive-through Supermarket 2, 43, 
The Trap, 45, 
The big gun, 53, 
The present, sort of, 57, 
Fun facts about chips, 60, 
So I call this section operation happy home, 62, 
Shopping Expedition 2, 66, 
This next bit's just about setting up house and oh yeah, i kill our neighbor, 69, 
A breach in the shields, 84, 
A short note, 85, 
Post mortem dissection of chip-terminated B syndrome, 87, 
Back to Mobil, 92, 
Day to day living with a hottie, 99, 
The Barrett is a .50 cal sniper rifle, it doesn't wound ... it kills, 107, 
Extreme, detailed violence ahead, 111, 
So just a quick recap, 114, 
The road trip, 117, 
Two things to think about, 120, 
Taupo, a thermal Wonderland, 129, 
The outdoor concert, 138, 
Nice things to say about New Zealand, 143, 
The fall of Napier, 147, 
There was an incident on the trip, 150, 
Roberton Island, 153, 
The mission, 158, 
Dad, 160, 
First-class treatment, 166, 
My new best buddy the lieutenant, who I will probably end up killing, 173, 
Spoiler alert, 176, 
An insert from Sever lupus Secundas, 188, 
Reasons, 194, 
Planting seeds, 199, 
Weird dream, 206, 
The soldier, 211, 
The Director, 213, 
So without further ado, the soldier, 217, 
The naked assault, 219, 
Shields fail, 223, 
Gisbourne, 231, 
Emotional space, 235, 
Me, myself, and I, 239, 
The revelation, 241, 
A timeout and something to make the last bit not be the end of this account. This is what really happened, 244, 
This is a recreation that gives you a bit more information on what really happened, 245, 
Sever's account, 247, 
Me again, 250, 
Warm Coke, 255, 
Visions and tactics, 259, 
My first-ever speech, 265, 
The boss level, 269, 
The director, 274, 
My second speech, 278, 
Time to say good-bye, 280, 
Being human, 286, 
No longer being human, 292, 
The new me, 295, 
Not friends anymore, 301, 
Changes, 306, 
Slightly before that and into never happened From the log of Cmdr. Sever, 309, 
Things you don't notice, 312, 
Tammy 2, 318, 
Meet the Dolls, 321, 
Being the alpha, 324, 
My throne has a cup holder, 329, 
Let's make a deal, 335, 
Changes and questions, 337, 
Almost space, 341, 
Vengeance is mine, 344, 
On spiritual enrichment, 345, 
Tammy, 363, 

CHAPTER 1

Day 1

I worked at a gas station. I'm sure you can imagine it, but let's give a little detail here.

Picture an acre of concrete and asphalt. On that acre, put a small glass box about the size of a single-bedroom apartment in the middle of it. Then put in four banks of pumps in a 2 by 2 grouping, and another one around the back for diesel. Then finally put a big roof over the box and the pumps, and that describes the basic layout. Of course there's a bit more to it than that, on the far side of the station is a car wash. If you went there now, it's just a big smoking hole in the ground, as is most of the station. However, we are talking about how it looked on the night this whole crazy thing started. So, I'll give some more description.

There was a tiny, scraggly garden running along the front between the two entrances, and finally the whole thing is surrounded by fences on three sides. Beyond those fences there are two-story buildings. Oh, I forgot to mention there is an auto workshop back behind the two diesel pumps, and there is a little alleyway that boy racers used to go from Taradale Road to the back of the Onekawa Industrial District. Have I left anything out?

There are also a couple of buses parked there, one out in front of the station, and one down the back, because they asked my boss nicely, and they don't have anywhere else to be.

(I mean, the businesses that owned them, not the buses, because buses don't talk. Cars, yeah, sure, you can't get them to shut up; but buses, stoic as ...) (That may or may not be sarcasm; I'll leave you to be the judge of that.) I'm ninety percent sure the only reason I survived the first night was because I was working. Thing is, I wasn't supposed to be on that night.

Everyone was getting sick and calling in, saying they didn't want to work.

It was because of the latest flu going around. Hell, I had it too — runny nose, blocked sinuses, and eyes feeling like someone was rubbing them with sandpaper. So on the night in question, I basically felt like shit. Now here's the important bit; at this point in the narrative, I'm not actually at work yet. I'm nocturnal, so even when not working I'll be up till five in the morning, playing online games, checking out conspiracy sites, or watching anime.

(Japanese cartoons, they rock!)

That night I'd got a big plate of nachos, a Coke, and a king-size bar of chocolate and I was watching Resident Evil. It was sort of ironic, when you really think about it.

The movie was just starting to get to the good bits when my phone rings

Now, I didn't ever have a lot of friends — you could count them on one hand. Who am I kidding? One finger. That was Mike. He knew not to call at this time, so that meant my boss was calling.

The conversation went something like this:

"Hey, N37B. Chris called in sick. I know it's short notice, but could you work tonight?"

The prick didn't even offer me time and a half for it, being such short notice and all.

So I should have turned him down, right? Well, the thing is, I couldn't. The reason being? I only had this job because when I went for the interview the boss asked, "Why should I hire you?"

And I said, "Cause I'll turn up." So he said, "You're hired."

My reply to his call was therefore, "Yeah, sure." So I bundled up my goodies, jumped in my car, and toddled off to work, on my night off. (Just saying, you know, night off and all.)

The first two hours of work were pretty normal; a few more cars than usual, but nothing excessive. Everyone was coughing or sniffling, and quite a few looked anxious.

I never watched TV much or listened to the radio. I had a zio10 with all my books music and movies. By the way, I want that back, you bunch of thieves. And you have no clue what I went through to keep that intact. I had no idea that people were starting to drop like flies. I mean yeah, I'd noticed the obituaries had gone from like half a column to half a page, but so what? People die. Get over it. I already had.

Twelve thirty rolled around, so that meant lunchtime on my schedule.

I was eating my nachos from earlier when I noticed what I thought were a bunch of drunken idiots stagger past on the other side of the street.

There was nothing unusual about that, just a few more than normal, and usually something you only see on a Friday or Saturday.

I'm setting the scene here; just bear with me. I'm getting to the gore and killing.

For the most part it was merely another boring, normal shift, until just after 2:00 a.m.

That...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: BalboaPressAu
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2015
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1452530564
• ISBN 13: 9781452530567
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 392
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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