ISBN: 0974768030
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Dead End!
Fueled by high hopes and the words of motivational speaker Skip Forney, traveling salesman Tom Turley takes a road trip into Wyoming to close a deal that will salvage his self respect and save his cheesy, low-dog job–and winds up taking a wrong turn into hell!
After a bloody encounter with serial-killer swingers, Tom wakes up from a dirt nap with a continually decomposing body, the entrepreneurial spirit, a craving for human flesh–and a taste for revenge. But what’s a zombie to do with all eternity on his side?
Re-inventing himself as a merger maniac with fangs, Tom becomes the King of Wall Street and proves that even death can’t stop a man from staking his claim (through the hearts of his clients) or greasing the wheels of the corporate machine (with blood). Dark Highway is a lurid, humorous tale of zombie perseverance, hostile takeovers and world conquest, and invites you to take a horrifying, B-movie ride into the underbelly of one man’s demonized soul.
“This novelette is funny and well written. Dan Thomas writes so well that he can make the reader identify even with a flesh-eating zombie…” –NovelSpot
“A grand read. It is gruesome, sexy, exciting and is indeed a guilty pleasure.” –Midwest Book Review
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Excerpt:
“Shit, Tom, you’re dead!” He dry sobbed into the bathroom mirror. “Really dead!”
Back in the bedroom he dropped into an armchair beside the laminated desk and cradled his head in his hands. He squeezed in and his skull gave a little. “Easy, partner,” he reminded himself. Cracking his cranium open like a walnut wouldn’t help matters. No, what he had to do now was keep his body together and his mind intact.
“Dad!” he bleated, reaching for the phone and frantically reading all the convoluted instructions on how to place a long distance call (cost-wise, he would take it up his dead ass). He placed the call-area code 402, plus a number he had memorized since junior high—to his dad in Omaha.
The call clicked through. “Dad! It’s me, Tom!”
“You have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service,” said a recorded message.
Angrily, Tom slammed the phone down on its cradle. His father was out of service all right. He was dead. Had been for almost three years. And if Tom were dead, too, why the hell couldn’t he talk to his dad?
