Name: Darcy Drake
Title & Genre: WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING DEAD --- Post-Zombie-Apocalyptic Mystery
Pitch: A superhuman optimist battles zombie packs, charms bow-wielding strangers, and solves murders while showing survivors how to truly live.
First 250 Words:
After waiting five hours for her husband to die, Philena Hennessey was getting impatient.
Smoothing out her inventory book's ink-stained pages with shaking hands, she straightened a piece of scrap paper labeled as the following week's menu. There were as many lines through mistakes on the tavern's meal offerings as those crossing her time beaten skin. Salt clung to those markers of age, the last sign of her tears now hours past.
A pained moan came through the barred door of her bedroom.
Her hand shook as the sound chilled her straight through. 'Corned Beef' now read more like 'Corned Beaks.'
“Might leave that one,” Philena muttered. “Served worst.”
The door rattled.
“Quit that, Harry!” Philena knew there was no point in yelling at her husband. Five hours ago the man she'd loved for near forty-seven years had gone. His body was still there, but he wasn't. Telling him to stop shuffling and moaning wasn't going to do any good.
Her poor Harry was just another zombie now.