Excerpt: Bad Mojo (Working title)

God damn zombies?

That was the prevailing thought in Andersons mind as the jeep raced across the rural Louisiana landscape, his sister Kate putting as much distance between them and the infested suburb they had once called home as possible. He clutched at the shot gun he had only very recently learnt to use. As it turned out, necessity was not only the mother of invention, but a pretty decent fire arms instructor.