Posts Tagged ‘apocolypse’

Snippet from Demon Rising

April 29, 2017

zombie.jpgSo for anyone who is interested in the book I have just written, here’s a snippet for you to try out.

At the water mill, the undead are trying to force their way in, driven by a hunger for Aldar’s flesh. She and her family try to keep the dead out but it is an impossible task.

‘The sailor, a mass of blood and shredded skin, slams into the creature and his hand hits me, pushing me back and leaving a print of red blood. Even as it leaps upon him, tearing his top apart to expose his soft belly, he looks up with pleading in his face.

“Go.” And then his screams ring out in my head as it rips his abdomen open before me and I shriek aloud, my stomach close to releasing its contents. Instead, something inside me kicks in and I scramble into the house, shouting for my brothers. Running in I cry out in shock as I see father slumped against the wall. Darting to his side I drop to my knees, clutching his lifeless fingers. I weep, tears falling from my cheeks onto the cold floor below. A warm arm wraps around me and I look into my brother’s face, comforting but as pained as mine.

“They are coming through!”

The words come from somewhere in the background but my mind does not recognise the voice. It seems that nothing registers at the moment, that I am lost in my own world. Even as my brother lifts away from me, rising to his feet and disappearing from my side, I struggle to come back to the now.

Opening my eyes I looks across at my other sibling who seems in the same state as I am. I rarely see my brothers hurt, never crying, yet here is one of them with jaw locked in an effort to fight back the tears. He is failing. His lips tremble and moisture collects, trickling a pathway down his cheek. With a sudden movement he grabs my father’s chest, causing the body to shudder. He clutches the pale body tight to him and father’s head flops over like some rag doll.

Then, with sudden movement, father’s jaws open. Hands clamp onto my brother’s side, and teeth rip open my brother’s neck with one frenzied bite. Blood sprays across me, fountaining into the air. Screaming I can only watch as my brother’s eyes bulge in shock and then he pushes with all his might to force the reanimated corpse back against the wall. Even as father lunges at him full of ravenous hunger, he clutches his neck in a useless attempt to stop the blood escaping. Instead he simply coughs and splutters, spewing up the red fluid as he falls forward.

I scream again.’

If you’d like to read more of my stories you can find them at http://www.hywelgriffiths.co.uk or read more about my world at my Facebook page here alternatively, if you want to jump straight to kindle to find my works you can buy the short stories Heart’s Siege here or Into the Desert  here for just £0.99.

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The city falls

April 17, 2017

zuluMan its been hectic here, getting all the jobs done for the holiday. We have tonnes of animals so everything has to be just right ready for the chap who’s going to come down and check things out! Food ready, water full, hay and straw…it goes on and on!

Has anyone here seen Zulu? A cracking film, ok not historically accurate in a lot of points and maybe the British Empire isn’t everything to be proud of (though we did make some changes that aided development of the world) but the military technique of the redcoat is amazing. Or maybe you’ve see Waterloo? An extremely epic film with some fascinating sights for those who have interest, particularly those of the infantry square holding off the cavalry with fixed bayonets.

Of course such formations go back further and further, and so my halting of the undead had to be carried out by the Governor with his small regiment of men in two ranks, spears ready to hold them at bay. The flood gates of the city are pushed open and once the surviving civilians have escaped around the ranks, they prepare themselves for the clash of the undead.

With Rondur fleeing (I like the cowardly/self survival side to his nature, it makes him a not so perfect hero), Heinrich decides to aid the cause after losing at Darkwood. Of course this is useless. Not only are they outnumbered, but they have no knowledge of how to kill the zombi, Heinrich not having time to tell them to go for the head. With Joseph pulled into combat by the Governor, the dead leave him alone as per Khazar’s wishes and while the rest are swept aside, the demon’s henchman manages to escape. In all I didn’t right about how many survivors there were, they could all be dead or a smattering survive, but Heinrich decides to take after Joseph as it is the way to get to Emile.

But will he catch him?

You can find out more about the world I’m creating at the Facebook sight Mariad.It’ll soon be the countdown to publishing the book at the end of next month, so there’ll be more snippets published every few days.

Picture taken from IMDb

Les Miserables

April 16, 2017

les miserablesIts my second day with silence emanating throughout the house, aside from the usual bleats or barking that occur once in a while. When everyone settles its almost eerily silent. Having four kids for the last two years its a strange sensation being on my own, and not one that I prefer! I remember going through the sensation of a piece missing when I lost my wife, and I certainly feel this way now my partner and kids are on hols. Role on Monday when I get to join them.

Whilst Khazar was bringing up the dead in huge numbers, Rondur and Heinrich thought they had a break to get to Abendale. With the roads bustling with travellers who are heading for the festival, it felt like the right moment to yet another mass killing scene.

In the Walking dead there were always those highway roads with abandoned cars and slaughtered occupants, just watch the first episode. I figured what would happen in this fantasy world? The roads usually have ditches and possibly banks on the side, and with the landscape I’m describing there wood be woods too. What would happen if the dead Khazar had drawn out of the ground suddenly started to storm towards the road and all the citizens of Mariad travelling to Abendale?

This was just what happened. With the city gates in sight they had a race against time, the waves of dead crashing in upon them. With the citizens panicking and all only having one way to go, they soon start to get bogged down and have to find a way out. Before they are eaten alive.

This also gave me another plot point; the gates could be held open to allow entry of the dead. I wanted Khazar’s new army to swamp the city but I didn’t want it to turn into some military siege, that might happen in the sequel. Instead, this allowed me the opportunity to prevent the gates from shutting as screaming travellers try to push their way in. The dead were now in the city.

You can read about Khazar’s past in my short story Into The Desert. Alternatively, have a look at my Facebook site where I write character biographies and give titbits about my book.

Picture taken from http://www.deadline.com (hinting at the song ‘On my Own’ for those who don’t know the musical. Good musical)

Keep the action coming

April 12, 2017

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I started to get into the action now and so the typing came thick and fast. The images were coming to me and I just had to get the words down. My uncle’s yard has a large outdoor building known as the wood shed or cart shed, the former due to its new purpose as firewood storage and the later for, well, its old purpose as cart storage. This struck me as the next route for Wilhelm, Aldar and Tom to take. This would be another bite for Tom to take as Wilhelm saves the day, slashing out with the sword he locates inside whilst he gets Aldar up onto the cart.

It all made sense that I wanted the three parties (Emile and Joseph, Rondur and Heinrich, and Wilhelm, Tom and Aldar) to meet up in Abendale, a nice way to conclude the book. It was clearly turning into an escape from the jaws of death (or at least the jaws of undeath) book, and it would be the final scene of will they or won’t they. Bursting from the yard on the cart, they beat the dead back as they escape out onto the road and head the way to the city.

During this, the undead had been the closest threat to Wilhelm and the others, but I wanted to show the readers that they were being tracked down. Thus I needed to Helmvich and his vampires, gradually turning and closing in on Wilhelm. This would be the next pathway to describe.

You can see links to my tales, snippets and news at my facebook site https://www.facebook.com/HywelGriffithsAuthor/ – feel free to leave comments!

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Flee!

April 11, 2017

walking-deadThere were certainly hints of The Walking Dead in Rondur and Heinrich’s escape from the Woodcutter. After the younger of the two rescues the debonair gambler from the well, they find an empty inn with signs of fighting but not a single body. Of course we all know where the corpses have gone, and when the scene comes alive (or maybe I should say dead) with reanimated bodies, they just about manage to escape.

I did enjoy doing this action packed ride by the two survivors; seen from both sides they approach each other with different agendas and thoughts on how to deal with the situation. Heinrich is more occupied with finding Emile, staying true to his mission, whilst Rondur is more eager to leave. We’re definitely exposed to the very different sides of their characters.

In the flight that ensues, the dead come fourth and start to swamp the inn. From the silent, empty ghost house that has been created, we are suddenly thrown into the thick of the action. Rondur and Heinrich ride out hard and fast, dodging between the arms that reach out. It seems obvious they will escape until they find the surrounding landscape becoming an obstacle course of undead.

I was really getting a feel of the zombie genre by now, and this scene changed the book completely from a supernatural story to one with swarms of dead hungry for flesh. It was now a fight for survival.

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Back to Life

April 1, 2017

zombie

After watching much Walking Dead on the TV (and I mean about four series one after another) my passion for the undead had been evoked. I liked the idea of writing about a zombie apocalypse but the market was being saturated and I like to make things unique (well relatively unique). Pondering the matter, it came to me that the modern day zombie genre is always set in the modern world (the idea of zombies actually developed from Voodoo concepts, quite late in human history) so I figured it would be interesting to run it in a fantasy world. How would these people cope with a sudden awakening of the dead? Would they all be suddenly wiped out or would the every day Joe Bloggs be tougher and so able to cope with the attacks? Would the smaller populations get wiped out faster and would they be able to find a cure without modern day technology? These were all interesting concepts they I could approach so I ran with this idea.

Thus the Darkwood scene came about with a simple formula:

Protagonist has cult —> they wake the dead —> hero tries to stop them —> fails and    apocalypse occurs

It sounded simple though, maybe a bit used too many times, so I tried to get a unique take in it. Much of the stories I’d read were not based from the character’s point of view, even fewer from several character’s. This was the way I ran with it; each chapter would be based around several characters, moving the story forward with slight overlaps so that the reader could see the take from the different characters. You could see how each one feels, how wrong some characters are about others, and this would draw interest (hopefully!). I’d like to note that this was before I read Game of Thrones and found out they had done the same thing (though there is no overlap in the tale).

Hopefully I’ll finish of redrafting chapter 8 today (6 pages to redraft). My one pain with writing from the character’s point of view is I wrote most of the chapters in the wrong tense as I’m so used to writing like that! Grrr. Ah well, at least there’s plenty to do with the redrafting!

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