Congratulations to Alana Madden on the release of her first book, Unrelenting Hell (Apocalyptic Book 1)!
Metamorph Publishing is pleased to announce the release of Unrelenting Hell, (Apocalyptic Book 1) by Alana Madden! This young adult dystopian novel has a little bit of everything: zombies, gore, and even a little love! If you’re a fan of shows like World War Z and The Walking Dead, you’ll probably enjoy this little novel. You can pre-order Unrelenting Hell today at Kindle, Nook, iPhone, Kobo, Google Books, and Google Play, and it will be available soon in paperback at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Createspace, eBay, and Square! Unrelenting Hell is the first book in the Apocalyptic series!
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Here’s an excerpt from chapter one of Unrelenting Hell:
Hi, my name is Katherine. I live in Bethesda, Washington D.C. I’m going to tell you a story. This was the zombie apocalypse, also known as ‘Unrelenting Hell.’ Some people say it’s Apocalyptic. It was the worst time of my life. Hell, it was the worst time of anyone’s life, those who weren’t dead anyway—although that would be known as the worst day of their lives.
It started on my eighteenth birthday. I was just waking up and I looked at my calendar and let out a small squeal. It was loud enough that it brought my parents running, though.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I laughed in spite of myself and my dad looked at me like I was crazy. Although, it wasn’t that far off from the truth. My entire family was crazy in different ways for different reasons.
“Sorry.” I giggled. “It’s just that it’s my birthday, and absolutely nothing is wrong.” A relieved smile crossed his face.
He pressed his hand to his chest. “Damn, you almost gave me a heart attack. You’ll be the death of me, child, I swear.” I laughed again. They slowly shambled out of my room and into the kitchen to make breakfast.
My little half-sister, Carly, ran in my room and hugged me. “Happy birthday, Kitty!” She says.
I smiled, and said a simple, “Thank you.” Later, my dad brought me breakfast in bed, which was pancakes with syrup and bacon, and a small package. I ate quickly and opened the package. Inside it was a key.
“What’s it for?” I asked.
“Look out the window.” He pointed and I let out another squeal, seeing the brand new Audi A6 Quattro in the yard with a bow on it.
I threw myself around his neck and squeezed, repeating, “Thank you,” over and over again.
He gasped and replied, “Can’t. Breathe.” I let go and shooed him out of my room so I could change. It was a Saturday, so I didn’t have to go to school.
I ran into the living room and my mom announced that we were going to get my intermediate license. I got it, after a nearly flawless test, and I was so happy. I thought, this day can’t get any better! Then they threw me a surprise party when we got home. They’d invited all of my friends, and the guy I’d had a crush on for the longest time. They thought they were being funny, but I was too nervous to do anything. It was an amazing day.
We partied until 10:30, then I hung out with them. The next thing I knew, our neighbor burst through our sliding glass door right into our living room. The terror was new to me and overwhelming. He smelled so awful, like a dead mouse we’d once found trapped under the kitchen sink, and his skin was gray and mottled. Blood was caked on his clothes, but a yellow pus seeped from a wound on his neck. His eyes were red, diseased and dead looking. There was no life in those eyes. There should have been, but there wasn’t. He walked funny and that scared me, it was a way no human walked.
He staggered over to my dad, and bit him right on the arm. I think we all screamed and went separate directions, which wasn’t a smart thing to do. I ran into my room and took a box from under my bed. I grabbed the things in it and stuffed 2 weapons in each of my boots, and the last one in the back of my waist-band. I grabbed another weapon that was hung on my wall. I never thought I’d actually use it. I kept hearing screams from throughout the house.
I stood in the middle of the room, not sure of what I should do. I swore I even heard gunshots somewhere. Then something stumbled into my room, making guttural moaning sounds. Without even realizing it, I got into a fight-ready stance.
“Katherine?” It was my mother. I ran to her, but I froze when I saw the bite mark on her leg.
“Oh my god, Mom!”
“Don’t worry about that now. You have to get out of here.” We ran through the house, hearing shattering windows in different rooms.
“What about dad and Carly?”
“Don’t worry about that. Now go.” She shoved my new car key into my hand.
“You’re not coming with me?”
She started to sway. She shook her head. “Just go, Kat. GO!” I ran to the car, jumped in, and started it. I drove away and tears ran down my face as I watched my mom—the one who had given birth to me and cared for me—get tackled by more of the disfigured creatures.
Sobs escaped my throat, but I forced them to stop. I had to survive now. I heard rustling in the back seat. My hand inched towards the knife in my pocket, the gray one that I’d always carried with me.
“Sissy?” Carly asked.
I pulled over and embraced my little sister. “Oh, Carly! Are you okay?”
“My side hurts really bad.” I pulled up her shirt and saw the bite mark. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, so I just wrapped some gauze around her waist from the first aid kit. I didn’t know what else to do. I knew how to care for open wounds, but I didn’t have much of anything with me and I didn’t know how to treat something like that.
We drove for a while, avoiding the abandoned cars—sometimes bloody with smashed windows and sometimes simply abandoned—and the people running from the creatures. Carly whimpered every time one of the creatures got close to us.
Every day, Carly’s condition worsened. I wasn’t sure if it was infection or something else, but I couldn’t do anything. I was so scared for my little sister. It was my fault that she was in this condition. We eventually ran out of gas and I knew it was time to get out. We gathered everything we could carry. We climbed out cautiously and I had my knife out and ready.
I held Carly’s hand tight, and I told her to stay close behind me. I saw a house hidden in the trees a half a mile down the road.
“Come on. We’re heading for that house down the road.” We walked silently, neither of us daring to speak. Then, I saw a group of creatures feeding on a corpse. I signaled Carly to be quiet as we tried to sneak around them. Then the hollow sound of metal rung in the air. I glanced down to see an aluminum can rolling away. All five of them turned to us.
“Crap.” They stumbled our way. “Crap, crap, crap!” We took off running, but I knew that I had to save Carly.
“Carly, listen to me. Go to that house as quietly as you can okay? Close and lock the door and be quiet.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll knock four times on the door when the coast is clear.” Her doubtful gaze saddened me. She was always smarter than the average 6-year-old. She nodded anyway and started toward the house, not glancing back. That’s my girl, I thought proudly as the creatures descended upon me.
Alana Madden, author of Unrelenting Hell, also called Ally by friends and family, was born in Michigan, but her family moved to Texas when she was young. In 2011, they moved to Southeast Missouri to be closer to her grandfather and his family. Ally is an avid reader, and has had a life-long love of writing as well. Ally’s mother, as well as her older sister, are both published authors. At the time this was published, Alana was a junior in high school, and she aspires to be a teacher.
Ally’s first professional publication was a short story titled Angel Strong in an anthology collection of stories from various authors, called Gems of Strength by The Sisterhood. You can find this book on Amazon.
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