Zombie Bay, Dirk Dobbs, Zombie Hunter
an excerpt

Selena woke up with a start. It was pitch black in the truck and her head was pounding. She had problems remembering where she was and just how she got there. Looking around at the inside of the truck she thought she was in a cave, hiding from the white rabbit. Was she Alice? She thought.
She sat up in the seat and was overtaken with a violent attack of shuddering. She was suddenly freezing. Her teeth were chattering so hard she thought they might break. She didn’t think it was so cold in a rabbit hole. She was sweating profusely. She realized her shirt was soaking wet. “I must have swam to this hole and now the tide has gone out.” She muttered to herself. I must get out of here before it comes back, she thought.
She began feeling all along the dash and the wheel for a handle. She ran her fingers over the door and finally locked them around the door handle and pulled. The warm night air billowed into the van like a down comforter. She rolled out onto the sand trying to wrap it around her.
It felt so warm, so soft. Her bones were aching now like the joints were pulling apart. It was like when she had the baby. Hurting and hurting. In her dementia she thought she was in the hospital now, giving birth. She writhed and rolled on the ground. Don’t push, Don’t push. She kept hearing the doctor say. Don’t push. She wouldn’t push. She didn’t want to hurt the baby. Maybe that was why the baby died. Maybe that is what causes crib death, she thought. She began to moan.
She tried to get up off the ground. Maybe she should walk. That will help the baby come. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Then she got up onto just her knees. Her head was spinning furiously now. She was no longer in labor in the hospital. She was on the Tilt a Whirl ride at the fairgrounds. She was spinning it, around and around, faster and faster. 72 times around and around. She had counted them when she was 14 years old. She and Amorosa set a record that night. They were doing it again. Around and around. She knew she was going to be sick but she couldn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop. Amorosa, she cried out in her fevered mind, Amorosa, make it stop. Make it stop.

She was sick into the sand. She was looking down the dark rabbit hole again and the blackness surrounded her and blocked out the lights of the midway and the sounds of the screaming riders. The memories faded, the delusion disappeared. She would awake again later but she would never be Selena again. When she woke again she would be a flesh eating zombie.