Club Dead: Zombie Isle by Hatchell Dane

Author:Hatchell, Dane [Hatchell, Dane]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Mind Hemorrhage Press
Published: 2012-08-20T16:00:00+00:00

Outside the small airport a mere three football fields away from Club Caribe, one hundred and twenty Frenchmen weary from a direct ten-hour flight sweltered in the noonday sun.

“Where are the vans to drive us to the club? This is an outrage!” an aging man said, his white shirt translucent from sweat. “This is my third trip to this resort. There are no Goes to greet us. There are no vans to drive us. I have paid many Euros for this vacation. I demand to see the Captain of the resort.”

A representative from the airport management, a young man in his twenties, stood in silent attention and allowed the upset traveler to vent. In the background, an old man strummed two chords on a five-string guitar, singing ‘If you can afford a vacation to my island you can afford to put money in my hat.’

“Sir, we have tried calling but no one will answer. You said that you have been to the club before. It is but a short walk to the reception area. It will take you not more than fifteen minutes,” the young man said.

The Frenchman threw his arms toward the sky and cursed. “Come, I will lead the way.” He grabbed his luggage and led the march forward.

The others quickly fell behind him. All were eager to check in and find respite from the blazing sun above.

The van ride to the resort took only three minutes. The trek on foot made the experience entirely different. The group passed an empty guard shack, which made the leader fume even more from the lack of management.

Nearing the reception area, the leader saw the awaiting Goes through the trees and shrubs gathering for their arrival. Each was dressed in bright colors of the day’s theme. Sweat rolled down his forehead and stung his eyes. His ire grew to the point he felt like his head would explode.

As he rounded the topiaries, Club Caribe’s entourage waited to greet him with open arms and open mouths. Barke and Chocki, the Captain and Co-Captain of the resort were in the front. Both wore teal sneakers with matching shirts. The swarm of Goes, many of whom he met on his trip three months before, were behind them. A large group of guests had also gathered for the new arrivals with unprecedented zeal.

The leader froze in his tracks and let his luggage fall to the ground. Gasps and startled cries erupted from behind him. Others joined by his side and laid eyes on the blood stained zombies of the resort.

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