Hell of the Dead -- Unrelenting Horror Action

[Erik Handy]

A death cult battles armed soldiers on a jungle road. At stake, the fate of a baby -- the cult's next sacrifice. Sticks and stones win out over rifles and revolvers.

This is only the beginning.

Soon the death cult's victims will rise from the dead to exact revenge!

Caught in the middle are Father Nolan, a kind priest trying to save the cult's next victim, and Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own.

From the horrifying encounter between the cult and armed soldiers on a dark jungle road to the final showdown between the living and the dead, Hell of the Dead will not make your blood run cold; it will drain you of every drop!

Now available for $.99!

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[Erik Handy]

A priest protecting a woman and her child.
 
A police chief protecting himself.
 
A death cult hunting their next sacrifice.
 
The dead rising to collect revenge!

Hell of the Dead is a non-stop, hellacious joyride through the steamy underside of morality. Taking place in a third-world jungle on the cusp of modern civilization, a mother runs to freedom from the deadly inclinations of her husband, the leader of a death cult who wants their newborn child as a sacrifice. Her escape brings her to Father Nolan, who attempts to help her, but is thwarted by the psychosis of the cult and the inaction of the local constable, Dan Jacoby, a coward only out for himself.

When those who've lost their loved ones to the cult raise their dead to exact revenge, no one, priest, soldier, or child, can escape the feverish horrors of Hell of the Dead!

NOW AVAILABLE for $.99!

[Erik Handy]

The 21st century. The new millennium. Man has progressed far in his time.

This was not supposed to happen.

A death cult battles armed soldiers on a jungle road. Sticks and stones win out over rifles and revolvers. At stake, the fate of a baby; the cult's next sacrifice.

Father Nolan tries to save the baby from the death cult, but is thwarted by the psychotic machinations of the cult and by the only law around, Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own.

Priest, lawman, soldier, and baby are all in peril as those hurt by the cult exact revenge; a revenge from the grave!

Run. Hide. Pray. There is no escape from the Hell of the Dead!

NOW AVAILABLE for $.99!

[Erik Handy]

Crafting the right blurb is difficult. This is the third of four that formed the basis of the one I finally picked. I could still keep coming up with possible blurbs, but I've gotta work on the next book!

Death cults do exist. Sacrificing the young and pure for unholy gains is their purpose. They worship Death itself. But nothing can save them from Hell of the Dead!

The dead rise to exact revenge upon those men who put them in the grave!

Caught in the middle are Father Nolan, a kind priest trying to save the cult's next victim, and Constable Jacoby, a man with an agenda all his own.

From the horrifying ambush upon soldiers on a dark jungle road to the final showdown between living and dead, Hell of the Dead will not make your blood run cold; it will drain you of every drop!

Hell of the Dead. Hell does exist.

[Erik Handy]

Yet another blurb, which is the official one . . . for now.

Hell of the Dead is unrelenting horror action at its best. Invincible zombies. Steamy jungles. Tons of bullets. It's like an 80's Italian Horror Movie in print form! Thrilling and chilling, Hell of the Dead will make your blood run cold!

Can you survive the 20,000 word assault?

NOW AVAILABLE at Amazon.com's Kindle Store for only $.99!

[Erik Handy]

After much soul searching (okay, not that much), I've decided to up the price of this baby to $1.99 sometime in the next month. AND I'll be uploading a new edition of it as well because, well, the current one isn't too great. So if you want this baby for $.99, get it soon!

Thanks for reading!

Erik

[Erik Handy]

Jacoby let out a laugh that chilled the men's souls. Insane. Frantic. Futile. It was only now that he stopped his crazed work.

The grocer's two children peeked out from the inner office. They stared at Jacoby. Scared.

"This isn't supposed to happen," Jacoby ranted. "We shot them and they kept coming. Ha. They should have died. And that priest. That priest."

He settled down for a second, then went back to his task of barricading the door.

"I am the law," he said. "I am the law."

A heavy knock on the door silenced and stopped all.

Through the glass window set halfway in the door, a zombie stared through.

The one Jacoby ran over.

He banged his fists against the door, trying to get through.

His pale eyes were locked on Jacoby.

Do you dare to uncover the whole story?

[Erik Handy]

An updated (edited for real this time) version of this chompfest has been uploaded.

AND IT'S STILL $.99!

Check it out if you've got the guts.

[Erik Handy]

A priest protecting a woman and her child.
 
A police chief protecting himself.
 
A death cult hunting their next sacrifice.
 
The dead rising to collect revenge!

Hell of the Dead

NOW AVAILABLE for only $.99!

[Erik Handy]

Marie dashed through the dark jungle as best she could with little Jean Paul in her bloody arms. For a moment, she worried about getting the blood on him. However, that moment of clarity gave way to the need to pay attention to her flight. The night was at its most dead. One misstep and they would catch up to her.

She ducked under a low branch, swatting away the wide leaves that billowed in her wake.

She took stock in that she was slowly descending the mountain where her village was hidden; descending to the valley of sorts where the town was. The slope was gradual, not really noticeable due to the hearth of exotic trees that pocked the land. If she fell, she wouldn't roll to her doom. The men chasing her would take care of that. She didn't dare take the sorry excuse for a road which would've made her break easier. No, the men would be scouring that path for her.

All she could think of was the path she was making and taking.

And the town.

Safety.

Jean Paul gurgled once.

Marie looked down and saw that some of the blood had gotten on his delicate forehead.

Her husband's blood.

Rosalo.

She sliced his palm during her escape from their village. An escape made foolhardy in the pitch black of night. An escape made possible by her desperation. She'd rather risk stumbling and falling in the darkness than remain with those monsters.

She thought she had been running for hours. She had to be near the town.

Her anxious plan was to go to the church. She hoped it would truly be a sanctuary for her and her son.

She met the priest there once, a young man named Nolan. He seemed genuinely warm and bright;  someone who unconditionally cared about people.

Rosalo wasn't impressed. He dragged her away before he openly scoffed the priest and his ideals.

Marie desperately hoped that the priest wouldn't let her down.

Beyond the beating in her skull, she heard an indiscernible yell from close behind her.

A male voice.

Marie didn't stop. One of those so-called men must have seen her.

She couldn't let them get her and her baby.

to be continued in Hell of the Dead

[Erik Handy]

The front jeep.

The soldier in the rear seat on the far left. Fritz.

Fritz was daydreaming about being home watching soccer on television with his two sons. And holding his wife, nuzzling her soft neck. Making her moan softly.

His head jerked to the left, smacking his neighbor's shoulder. Shocked and concerned, the other soldier, Stansley, checked on him.

He regretted doing so.

The daydreamer's left eye was pulverized. A mess of running red.

And that was the least shocking feature of what was once his face.

Fritz would daydream no more and if Stansley got out of this alive, he would never want to dream again.



to be continued in Hell of the Dead

[Erik Handy]

A priest protecting a woman and her child.
 
A police chief protecting himself.
 
A death cult hunting their next sacrifice.
 
The dead rising to collect revenge!

Hell of the Dead is a non-stop, hellacious joyride through the steamy underside of morality. Taking place in a third-world jungle on the cusp of modern civilization, a mother runs to freedom from the deadly inclinations of her husband, the leader of a death cult who wants their newborn child as a sacrifice. Her escape brings her to Father Nolan, who attempts to help her, but is thwarted by the psychosis of the cult and the inaction of the local constable, Dan Jacoby, a coward only out for himself.

When those who've lost their loved ones to the cult raise their dead to exact revenge, no one, priest, soldier, or child, can escape the feverish horrors of Hell of the Dead!

Can you survive the 20,000 word assault?

NOW AVAILABLE for only $.99!

[Erik Handy]

I'd like to thank everyone who's purchased a copy of this, my first book. Thanks!

Erik

[Erik Handy]

FOR FANS OF ITALIAN ZOMBIE MOVIES

Hell of the Dead is unrelenting horror action at its best. Invincible zombies. Steamy jungles. Tons of bullets. It's like an 80's Italian Horror Movie in print form! Thrilling and chilling, Hell of the Dead will make your blood run cold!

Can you survive the 20,000 word assault?

NOW AVAILABLE for only $.99!

[Erik Handy]

SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR NERVES!

Hell of the Dead is unrelenting horror action at its best. Invincible zombies. Steamy jungles. Tons of bullets. Thrilling and chilling, Hell of the Dead will make your blood run cold!

The author of The Web dares you to read this 20,000 word assault!

NOW AVAILABLE for only $.99!

[Erik Handy]

A SAMPLE TO TRY YOUR NERVES

The grocer paced his empty store, occasionally stopping to glance out the window. Each time he hoped to see Nolan with the constable, even though he knew the constable wouldn't come.

The grocer would have gladly handed his current burden over to anyone. Of course, observant townspeople would know the grocer helped the priest. Word could get back to those men from last night. And the grocer had a good idea who those men were and where they came from.

He peeked back through an open doorway into his family's living room and the small kitchen beyond. The small living area held a well-used couch, some photos of the family taped to the walls, and a television set that didn't work atop a stand to hold the entire barren room together.

The grocer's son and daughter, both no more than five years old, played together with some faded action figures. They were having blissful fun.

The proud grocer grinned and returned to his pacing.
Maybe Nolan would return with help. Maybe the baby's mother would be taken to the city for proper care. Maybe things would turn out okay.

The grocer's pregnant wife looked in on their two children from the kitchen. She held Jean Paul close to her bosom as if he was one of her own. She felt his little warmth. Soon she'd have another one of her own. Despite all the evil out there in this hell of a world, she had a life growing in her and two growing in front of her very eyes. Nothing else mattered to her or to her kids right now. She was oblivious to the world's woes and to the man with a machete lurking behind her.

to be continued in Hell of the Dead!

[Erik Handy]

Hell of the Dead

Can you survive the 20,000 word assault?

NOW AVAILABLE for only $.99!

[Erik Handy]

from Hell of the Dead . . . .

Nolan barged into the constable's office. The sleeping girl at the desk stirred. Her brother stood by the door, watching Nolan rush inside. The priest went over to the girl and soothingly rubbed her head.

"It's okay," he quietly told her. Then, to the boy, "It's okay."

If only he could believe it was okay.

Even in the dirty light of the office the oak gun cabinet could be seen along the wall next to the desk.

Nolan questioned whether or not he really wanted to do what he was thinking? Was he capable? He should have taken a cue from the constable and not care. But apathy just wasn't in him. He could still care and sit back and let events unfold in their own mysterious ways; God's will and all.

No. That wasn't good enough either.

Nolan tried the cabinet. The wall-length arsenal was unlocked. Why wouldn't it be?

Now what?

The priest didn't know what to pick exactly. He had had practice at a gun range before coming to town, but neglected to bring a gun. There were no weapons at the church. Who would bring harm to a house of God? To a man of God?

Any of the guns would do the job. The rifles. The pistols. He reached for a rifle, then paused.

I'm going to get myself killed, he declared.

He swallowed his doubt before selecting a rifle, a pistol, and ammo clips for both. The last item he picked was a halogen flashlight.

Should I confront Jacoby again? What would be the point? The man was useless, a complete waste. Should I go into the jungle by myself?

Nolan had no idea where to go or what to do.

Outside, a vehicle's brakes squealed to a halt.

A sign from above to stop him from doing something stupid?

Nolan didn't spare that question a second's thought. Fully armed, he went outside.

Copyright 2011 Erik Handy

[Erik Handy]

A priest protecting a woman and her child.
 
A police chief protecting himself.

A death cult hunting their next sacrifice.

The dead rising to collect revenge!

Do you dare enter the Hell of the Dead?

[Erik Handy]

from Hell Of The Dead . . . .

Rosalo waited outside of the hut that held Marie by himself. He closed his eyes. He felt a warm buzz in the air. That buzz warmed his already sweaty body and frigid soul. That buzz was electric, mystical, holy. First, the baby, his baby, the most precious sacrifice he could ever make. Then, his wife. If she still lived. He was surprised the stab wound he inflicted upon her hadn't killed her instantly. No. She deserved a slow death, especially after she sliced his hand. Impetuous bitch.

He held his hand up, eyes still closed. He couldn't feel the itchy cut, not in his euphoria.

A shout came from the hut. Then one of his men.

"She's gone!"

Rosalo opened his eyes. That murderous glare etched into each pupil. He couldn't believe she'd run again. He couldn't believe she had the strength to get off the ground. By all rights, she should have been dead!

Calmly, he told the panicked man, "Get the men. All of them."

The man ran through the village, banging on doors, rousing the males of the village. Those men in huts stepped out, some putting clothes on as they moved; their wives peeking out at them as they joined the small mob that formed in the center of the village.

No one was tired. They weren't sleeping. They knew Rosalo's sacrifice would be at dawn, a few hours away. They didn't dare sleep for fear of missing it.

As soon as the men formed a sizable group of fifteen, Rosalo addressed them. "I don't have a speech to motivate you. Instead I have a simple favor." He gestured to the jungle around their settlement. "My wife has fled us again. Last night I asked you to bring her back to me. Now I ask you to find her. And kill her."

Copyright 2011 Erik Handy

[Erik Handy]

A priest protecting a woman and her child.
 
A police chief protecting himself.

A death cult hunting their next sacrifice.

The dead rising to collect revenge!

Hell of the Dead is unrelenting horror action at its best. Invincible zombies. Steamy jungles. Tons of bullets. It's like an 80's Italian Horror Movie in print form! Thrilling and chilling, Hell of the Dead will make your blood run cold!

The author of The Creeping City dares you to survive the 20,000 word assault?

[Erik Handy]

A sample if you dare . . . .



"Your god has failed here," Rosalo said.

Nolan got to one knee.

Rosalo advanced. "You have failed here."

Nolan tossed a handful of pebbles and dirt up, briefly confusing Rosalo. As soon as the particles flew, Nolan launched from one knee and tackled the man.

Rosalo swung the rock, hitting Nolan's left shoulder.

Nolan winced and just laid into Rosalo with weak lefts and stronger rights. God may have failed here, but I haven't, the determination on his face and the power of each blow said.

Rosalo let go of his rock. He tried to put up a hand in defense.

No good.

Rosalo's defense didn't match his earlier psychotic offense or Nolan's current flurry.

Nolan grabbed the rock and smashed

Rosalo's face in with one crunching blow.

The priest's recoil of terror was instantaneous. Nolan scurried off Rosalo as if the man was a fire ant hill. He had to distance himself from his act.

He fully realized the impact of what he just did. Murder. He did what he had to regardless of the consequences. There was no time for an internal dialogue.

The baby let out a small cry.

Nolan sat frozen for a second before attending to the baby.

Copyright 2011 Erik Handy

[Erik Handy]

Chapter 5

Marie shot up from the pew, eyes darting around the darkness.

Nolan couldn't hear the hum from the generator.

"It's just the generator," he told her. He started to move towards the back rooms of the church to go check on it. "It's probably out --"

She hushed him so he could hear the voices.

Male voices from outside.

Soft. Low. Focused.

It dawned on both that the voices were just outside the front doors.

Marie ran out of the worship room, into the back rooms where Nolan lived.

"Marie," he whispered as loudly as a whisper would allow.

She didn't come back.

The locked doors slightly buckled.

Whoever was outside was trying to get in.

A scream from the back rooms where Marie ran tore through the church.

Copyright 2011 Erik Handy

[Erik Handy]

a sample if you dare . . . .

Nolan felt like he should ask Raymond something in order to feel like more of the group and not the outsider he was. The soldiers didn't really acknowledge his presence -- they couldn't care less about this meddling outsider -- and Raymond was more courteous than actually interested in the priest. In fact, Nolan wondered why the man had really wanted him to come along. He had to know that the priest was untrained in jungle combat let alone any armed combat judging by the awkwardness in which he held his rifle when they first met. In the jeep, Nolan simply mirrored how the other soldiers held their weapons and did a barely convincing job at that.

Perhaps Raymond meant what he said when he thought a little divine help would be needed. Was Raymond genuinely a man of faith in this desolate locale or was he desperate for any assistance, imagined or not? Nolan feared the latter, but that didn't deter him from believing Raymond was sincere in seeking out Marie and Jean Paul.

What Nolan didn't know or consider was that Raymond's zest to accomplish this rescue was more of a matter of pride than it was an act of common decency. Raymond was out to prove to his superiors he could accomplish what the constable couldn't or wouldn't and what his peer Captain Fleur failed at. Perhaps if his superiors took note, then a promotion, and a desk job, would be in his near future.

Nolan leaned forward. "Captain Raymond."

Raymond looked back.

"I haven't seen any animals since I've moved here." It was lame, but it was something.

Jacoby silently scoffed at the priest. He wanted to sightsee, too! Jacoby wished this ride was over. He couldn't bear to sit so close to Nolan any longer. The gall of this *ss to come into his country, his home, and demand services and privileges that couldn't even be afforded to the native people. And then to ask where the animals were! This was no jungle cruise!

I hope a rock flies out of the trees and smashes that bastard's smirk away, Jacoby wished. Or a stray bullet should there be another gunfight.

"Don't be surprised," Raymond replied. "With all the tribes and other fringe elements out here, the wildlife has retreated further and further into the jungle. But don't let their absence fool you. There's still a poisonous snake or a mountain lion lurking about."

An image of Nolan being bitten and poisoned, then painfully dying pleased Jacoby. His joy soon evaporated when he realized someone would be sent to replace him. Another obnoxious white man with nothing better to do than annoy the locals with talk of a better life with God.

Nolan grasped to continue the conversation. "What kind of snakes?"

Raymond smiled. "All kinds."

Nolan sat back after he couldn't come up with anything else to say. He sat with the terrible thought that should anyone get bitten out here or in town, then that person would probably die. He couldn't imagine anyone having an anti-venom nearby. Or that if someone did, they would allow it to be used.

Nolan wished this rocky ride was over. He was no soldier, for God or otherwise. He was no police officer. He felt so minute. Reaching out to his faith seemed futile right now. But he had to see this through. It was his duty as a human being to at least try.

Jacoby was just glad the priest had finally quit speaking.