Space Zombies

I was inspired today. Mostly by Alien but by other things as well. As I discussed my stupid idea of a cliche full love story with Sam I discover how unpleasant a taste it left in my mouth. Thats when I realized I needed to go off the grid and into something that hasn't been done before. A quick google search showed that Zombies in space has in fact been done before but I fretted not. My idea had made me happy and I am very much looking forward to writing in less than a week.

Friday I'll celebrate our nations birthday as well as the arrival of The Space Zombies... lol

No word on whether this will be a campy space zombies version or a more terrifying version. Time will tell I suppose.

42,895 i feel dirty

just finished writing from the killers perspective. i feel dirty. really dirty... it was dark and disturbing and my minds a little off when I have to return to my detectives who are very close to figuring it all out... but they get a little bit of a set back. I have to clean up my most recent writing too... it is littered with poor grammar and spelling mistakes.

Hope to get some more writing done tomorrow!

Past 33,000, cruise control

Lol Sam made me write for five hours today and it wasn't efficient and nothing really moved in my plot but it is speeding up somewhat. I am unsure of when/ how to bring about the reveal... Time will tell all I supposed. My detectives are investigating an older murder in Waterloo. And they meet resistance when they first get there.

The chat room forum guys were Phoenix Suns players...basketball
JMZ = JAred Dudley
FrenchFrye = Channing Frye
TheRealNash = Steve Nash
HotSunNowKnick = Amare Stoudemire

Anyway here's another old unedited excerpt, that I hope you enjoy!

This is more from the second body they found.... so actually before my last excerpt... dont get too confused.

A.J. looked at the victim. The victim was naked just as Joe Johnson had been. He was male with no mutilation to the genital thankfully. Outside of the eyes that had been butchered there was also the legs that had circular slices along them. The man had been bled out by the looks of it but A.J. guessed that Dr. Scheitz would tell him differently. He guessed that this man had been tortured as well.
The killer continued to leave very detailed and staged deaths but they were not that public. The previous death had stayed mostly out of the media. A.J. wondered how this made the killer feel. Did he want the publicity? Would that bring an end to this kill spree? A.J. didn’t know and these killings were disturbing him. There had been unsolved cases before. Rapes, deaths, break and enters and there was just nothing you could do about them the people disappeared or there was no evidence or motive. But this was different the killer was baiting them. He was clearly leading them down the rabbit hole.
The killer had left the baseball cards, and had cut people up to send a message. Even those eyes, A.J. suspected that those eyes would be a clue. The killer was being diligent. It made A.J. sick that people could be dying because he was unable to solve this case.
He watched as Tom took samples around the body and dusted for fingerprints. Tom was fanatical. He wanted to find this killer and probably nothing and no one would stop him. He admired and sometimes, sometimes wished he could see the world in the black and whiteness that Tom did. To Tom this was nothing more than another murder. That fact that there were now two killings just increased his resolve to catch the killer. He wasn’t concerned about future victims because Tom thought he would catch the killer before he had a chance to kill again. Ah, the simple mind of Tom Sterling.
A.J. realized that he had been standing around not doing anything for a couple of minutes which is not the best thing to be doing on a very active crime scene. He set to help Tom.
“No wallet again”
“Nope. Not unless he’s got an ass pocket.” Tom looked at the man’s buttock, “Nope, no ass pocket.”
A.J. smiled. Even with a body covered in dark sticky blood that had been knifed many times and had weird freaky eyes in front of him, Tom was still completely capable of making inappropriate jokes.
“How long do you reckon he’s been dead?” A.J. asked.
“I ain’t a fucking Doctor but I would guess less than a day. Even with the humidity blood dries pretty fast.” He showed the bottom of his boot, “And this blood wasn’t that dry.”
A.J. joked, “Must have sent that letter by courier.”
Tom looked at A.J. like he was crazy, “Probably sent it before hand. Who knows? Did you see the eyes? They look fake.”
A.J. looked carefully at the eyes. “Tiny dark red eyes. Do you think we should take them or to send them to the coroner? Would he know what they are?”
Tom looked at A.J. thoughtfully, “You think there is a message or something in one of those?”
“Baseball cards, specific body mutilation, yeah I would say it’s pretty possible. Let’s give em’ to someone in our office. We have a couple of library lackey’s who don’t do too much. The coroner is going to have his hands full determining what the killer did this time. I wonder if the body was paralyzed again. I certainly hope not.”

New Excerpt and 30,200

Amazing progress today. I think I wrote almost 3000 words today and made some work pushing through a lull in my novel... apparently i dont enjoy writing unless I am describing my murder victims or using my dialogue between the detectives to swear!

But whatever, I am moving on. My detectives were plowing through an older case they just connected to their current cases.

I am debating whether or not to bring in my serial killer and introduce him to my detectives.... what do you guys thing?

In the meantime here's and older excerpt that I think you might be interested in.

Bonus points for identifying the forum members if you can...

They retired that night a little more peacefully as A.J. found sleep really easily and Tom did what Tom does best at night.
Tom is a complicated man. At work he is a force of masculinity. He has huge biceps and chest. He tries to work out every day and dabbles in protein concoctions and steroids. He has a handful of mostly harmless sexual harassment complaints against him at the office but most of the female officers usually didn’t seem to mind the attention.
Tom didn’t need sleep so luckily for him he was both a night owl and early bird. He caught the late mouse and the early morning worm. His mornings were normal enough but his nights were freaky.
At night he patrolled the internet. With few friends and fewer prospects Tom used his time to talk to random people on the web. He was very popular in many forums. His username TomTrain popped up on many underground forums. He mostly used the interaction to sooth his lonely heart and horny body but sometimes he used it for undercover police work. Tonight was one such night.
Tom was surfing the finance forum sheets looking for his buddies who were experts at up and coming pharmaceutical stocks. His friend TheRealNash, JMZ, and FrenchFyre were all online and were talking about a new drug company that they hoped would get government okay soon. The one person missing on the forum who was always there HotSunNowKnick was not online.
Tom was really hoping that HotSunNowKnick was online because for several weeks he had been following a small plastic surgery start up that had a brand new breast enhancement product and technique that somehow resulted in perfect breasts without leaving any trace. It was apparently cheaper and faster than any other technique.
It was supposed to transform the somewhat struggling plastic surgery industry. It’s final clinical trials were nearing completion and HotSunNowKnick had the inside scoop about when to buy the stock and when they were going to get clinical approval.
Tom started asking the others about what was up with HSNK? He got a variety of responses.
JMZ: Yo man I haven’t seen him around work lately. He made a killing just last week by selling off early as Apple’s shares fell but he hasn’t been into work since Friday.
FrenchFyre: I saw him on the weekend he was following up on a story about Slice & Dice. You know that plastic surgery company. He told me he had some hot stuff on it.


TheRealNash: Yeah, that’s right. His car’s been at his apartment for the entire week though. It feels like he has been traded or transferred maybe.
JMZ: No worries though TomTrain we will keep you company. Check it out Dayer is a generic drug manufacturer and they are cutting a plant in Montreal. Huge savings long term that price will be going up soon.
FrenchFyre: Yeah I like Dayer too. They just might give Bayer a run for its money a couple of years from now.

Tom watched the conversation unfold as they recommended a couple more hit companies and a couple more duds. His friends from the Scottsdale area of Toronto were pretty good about their stock picks but sometimes they missed. Tom moved on and clicked on HotSunNowKnick to see when he last logged in. Six days ago was his last log in.
Tom checked his other information. Born in 1979 in Florida, fan of candy, many brothers and sisters hated reading, favourite movie was Man of the House starring Johnaton Taylor Thomas and Chevy Chase. Weird but not unheard of. Tom clicked on his photo realizing he had no idea what HSNK looked liked.
The photo slowly popped up and Tom felt like he was waiting for porn like it was 1999 again. When the photo came into focus Tom had the red eyes that he had seen in his vic’s eyes. The image in his head startled him. His vic looked a lot like HSNK. Tom closed the image and said good night much to the chagrin of his internet surfing buddies. Seeing his victim in the photos of internet friends meant he was working too hard.
Tom brushed his teeth and fell asleep very quickly, he dreamed about the weird coincidence that HSNK was his vic. It made for a rocky night and an even rockier morning when Tom received the fax with the vic’s fingerprints match. His dream had become a reality.

As promised, an excerpt!

This is AJ finding the second body. Warning: it's pretty gruesome!

The world had moved on in this area and the tumbleweed now crossed the large empty corroded parking lot. There was a cut chain at the back door. A.J. put his thick gloves on. He tapped the door and it opened invitingly. The air was muggy and dusty and the building was surprisingly dark. The darkness was almost overwhelming. Tom pulled his tiny flashlight from his pocket. Once a girl had asked him if that was a roll of quarters or if he was just happy to see her and Tom had simply showed her his flashlight. Needless to say that date ended early and Tom got to watch the 1991 Home Run Derby on ESPN Classics. For Tom it had been a good night.

A.J. switched his on too. He had hoped that the pierceing light would cut through the dust a bit better. Instead they were only able to see a few feet in front of them. “Let’s split up. We can cover more ground this way.” Tom said macho-like.

A.J. agreed even though he thought if the killer was still in the area they would probably both be gunned down easily. A.J. went left and Tom went right. Tom won this decision easily. The right direction led absolutely now where. Tom simply walked in a circle for half an hour before finding a set of stairs that went downstairs. That’s where he met a very pale-faced A.J.

A.J. had a more interesting time when he went left. He scoped out the entire left side of the building pretty quickly. Bits and pieces of machinery littered the floor and A.J. was very diligent and avoiding stepping on the bits of scrap metal knowing the consequences could dire.

About ten minutes into his search he picked up footprints in the dust. It looked like size 10 size eleven shoe men’s. A.J. took a quick photograph and moved on. The footprints didn’t have any specific distinguishing features but they could be possible evidence. The footprints were fresh and stood out like a pile of fresh manure. That and the cut chain at the door indicated at the very least someone had been here recently. Oddly the footprints started in the middle of nowhere. That perplexed A.J. but he moved on following the footprints deeper into the cavernous warehouse.

The footprints started to fade just a little. Finally the footprints faded altogether as A.J. made it to a solid steel door. The door was mercifully unlocked and A.J. twisted the metal handle and swung the heavy door open. He watched it fall back and knocked rust into the air. A.J. sprayed his flashlight into the open door. He spotted rusted stairs that led down to somewhere. A.J. was perplexed that there was a basement in a warehouse.

A metal staircase led down to darkness. A.J. edged cautiously down each step. He was nervous and he was breathing deeply. He could be walking into a trap or he could be walking on steps that could break at any second. He counted each step. One, two…, twenty-one, twenty two…, thirty nine, forty. Finally A.J. felt his feet hit cement. Sweet heavenly cement. He jumped happy to be finally off of the stairs because either he was swaying when he went down each step or because the stairs were swaying. Neither option impressed him.

A.J. moved gracefully through the nothingness that existed in the basement. He flashed his lights around and around searching for anything. He was creeping backwards to what he perceived as the north wall when his foot got caught on something. A.J. felt like a piece of gum had gotten got on his shoe. He looked down at his feet and realized what his foot had been cut on. Half dry blood.

A.J. wanted to scream but realized no one would hear him. Plus how could he face Tom if his highly girly scream echoed through the warehouse. Tom would never let him live it down. A.J. looked glumly at the blood on the floor. It was mostly dry but obviously the body where ever it was had to be still fresh.

A.J. twisted and followed the pool of blood that led to the north wall. He treaded slowly and carefully avoiding stepping into any of the bloody patches on the cement. The blood was thick and dark. A.J. felt nauseous. He hadn’t seen this much blood since Carrie.

He was glancing down at the blood when he hit a wall. Blood ran down the wall. A.J. didn’t want to look up. His eyes and light traced up the wall. Two feet up he saw the victim’s bloody feet. This wasn’t horrible yet. The legs were bloody but untouched. It was when A.J. saw the torso and above that he was horrified. On the man’s chest were two circular marks where the victim had clearly lost a lot of blood. Further up his throat had been slit. The blood started there and had trickled down to form the pool. A.J. checked the man’s arms. He couldn’t see how the man was staying up.

His light flashed to the palms. The hands were bright red. They had long concrete nails jamming through them and something else. A.J. looked at the body again. There had to be more nails somewhere else. He searched the torso again and was horrified to find two more concrete nails in his neck that stretched what little skin he had left and were grotesque looking. Whoever they were dealing with was one sick mother fucker.