Plague Town by Dana Fredsti (Guest Post & Excerpt)

Posted July 18, 2013 | 24 Comments

Today I have Dana Fredsti here with a guest post & an excerpt from Plague Nation. Enjoy!



Title: Plague Town
Author: Dana Fredsti
Published: April 3, 2012
Publisher: Titan Books
Series: Ashley Parker #1


Ashley was just trying to get through a tough day when the world turned upside down.

A terrifying virus appears, quickly becoming a pandemic that leaves its victims, not dead, but far worse. Attacked by zombies, Ashley discovers that she is a ‘Wild-Card’ — immune to the virus — and she is recruited to fight back and try to control the outbreak.

It’s Buffy meets the Walking Dead in a rapid-fire zombie adventure!



What with the current popularity of zombies, along with other apocalyptic scenarios, there’s a lot of talk about what people would include in their bug-out bag. What essentials would you take with you if you had to leave your home with no prior warning, maybe five minutes to get your ass out of there and head for safer ground? Since writing my first two Ashley Parker books, Plague Town and Plague Nation, I get asked this question a lot (along with “Why zombies?” or “Don’t you think zombies have jumped the shark?” – short answers, “because I like them” and “No”).

My default answer to the bug out bag question is generally “I don’t have a bug out bag because I wouldn’t leave my cats.” And yes, I’m quite serious. My boyfriend and I spent five years doing feline fostering as part of an “underground railroad” of cats pulled from shelters in the Central Valley where their fate would be a quick death. We ended up keeping fewer than we found homes for, but still… you end up with more than three along the way. So no more fostering, but we still have our permanent residents and I don’t believe in ditching responsibility just because of little inconveniences such as a zombocalypse.

Whether I survive or not, the one thing I will always have with me is my sense of humor. This is a characteristic I’ve shared with my heroine, Ashley, which some people consider unrealistic in the face of ambulatory, flesh-eating corpses and the possibility of a world without showers. I don’t agree. Without humor, there is no hope. And without the possibility of hope, a bleak world becomes a dead world. I choose to give my heroine the gift of humor in the face of adversity because people without humor are even more depressing than zombies.



Chapter One of Plague Nation (Titan Books, April 9th 2013)

We generally don’t believe anything bad will happen to us. Things like earthquakes, tsunamis, and zombie apocalypses happen to other people. We all firmly believe this… until suddenly that first bastard bites us on the ass.

Then that feeling of security is shot to shit, never to return.

I, for one, resent the hell out of this fact.

# # #

My fellow wild cards and I stood outside Licker Up—yeah, really—a poor man’s Bev Mo, and its sister store Partyrama.“One stop shopping for your party needs!” They were situated in a cluster of interconnected shops on Palm Street.

Located at the south end of Redwood Grove, Palm was considered the main drag of the town’s “industrial district.” In other words, stores and offices built in that utilitarian Saltine box style that clashed with the “quaint” building code imposed on the rest of the community. There were no residences other than a rundown trailer park at the end of the street, and whatever homes were tucked into the woods outside the actual town limits.

The weather was unusually clear, a brisk wind having swept out the coastal fog that usually shrouded the town. Instead, sunshine filtered through the trees and reflected off the surfaces of windows. The downside was that without the cloud cover, the crisp November air was butt-ass cold. Gusts of wind managed to insinuate themselves under our clothing and Kevlar, and standing still wasn’t helping the situation. I stomped my feet and blew on my hands, wishing Gabriel—our team leader—would get his butt in gear and tell us what to do.

Captain Gabriel was a member of the Dolofonoitou Zontanous Nekrous—usually called DZN, for obvious reasons—an ancient organization dedicated to protecting mankind from the undead. The DNZ enlisted members from all walks of life, including various armies and other agencies worldwide. Think The X-Files under the auspices of the U.N.

Gabriel was also in charge of this “chickenshit operation,” as Tony liked to call it, so we were waiting on his orders.

We gonna kill some zombies, or what? I rubbed my hands together briskly.

“How come we’re out here in the butt end of nowhere?” Kai grumbled. Guess I wasn’t the only one getting impatient. As usual, he radiated an attitude that said, “I’m cuter than a young Will Smith and I know it,” While I had to admit that he made riot-gear chic look pretty damn good, I always found it a tossup whether to admire his looks, or dropkick him in his admittedly well-toned ass.

Gabriel gave Kai what my dad used to call the “hairy eyeball.”

“There are still zombies trickling in from the quarantine perimeter,” he said, “probably drawn to the activity in town. The remaining teams are sweeping the outlying areas with the help of incoming military assistance, now that we can risk letting other soldiers inside the quarantine zone.”

“About time,” Tony muttered.

We all shared his resentment—at first, when the quarantine zone was established, the potential for an uncontained outbreak was too high to risk sending in more personnel. Which really sucked for those of us stuck inside to fight the zombies. The Powers-That-Be had only just started sending in reinforcements to help us clear out the remaining ghouls, because some of the soldiers who’d been inside the zone from the beginning had gotten sick, and without being bitten. They were the ones who’d received the not-so-thoroughly tested vaccine for Walker’s, the Flu de Jour.

Gabriel may not have had wild card hearing, but he wasn’t deaf. The look he shot Tony was way past irate. He turned away without saying a word and stalked down the block, yanking out his two-way radio.

I watched his cute butt every step of the way.If Kai made swat chic look good, Gabriel rocked it like a runway model.

“What crawled up his ass and died?” Tony said. Four heads turned and looked at me—everyone but Lieutenant Gentry, who looked in the opposite direction. He was shooting for the “I am invisible” approach.

“Oh, don’t even try and pin this on me,” I growled. “Gentry, tell them this is not my fault.”
Gentry was a baby-faced Army lieutenant who’d been fighting zombies with the DZN’s Zed Tactical Squad—ZTS—even before he’d been bitten and discovered his own immunity. He just shook his head.

“Sorry, Ash, but I’m staying out of this, for the sake of our friendship and my continued health.”

Tony snickered. Not surprising since he had a solid case of hero-worship going for Gentry. The lieutenant wielded a mean flamethrower, and held his own with Tony and Kai when they started batting around movie quotes like the ROTC’s answer to The Big Bang Theory.

“Wuss,” I muttered. Not that I could really blame him, seeing as Gabriel was his direct superior. Then I turned back to the others.

“Not that it’s any of your business,” I said, “but Gabriel and I, well, we haven’t… er… seen each other since we fought the swarm.”

Tony nodded sagely.. His tongue piercing clicked against a tooth. Tall enough to play for any basketball team, he’d gone from an irritating punked-out teenager to a slightly-less-irritatingzombie-killing teenager—and done it in record time. The metal ball in his tongue was only one of the multiple piercings Tony had sported when I’d first met him. But he’d learned the hard way that dangling pieces of metal and zombies didn’t mix well.

“Classic case of Pon Farr,” he said. “Get him back to Vulcan, stat!”

“Damn straight,” Kai said, shaking his head in agreement. “The dude needs to get laid.”

“Is there anyone here but me who thinks this conversation is totally inappropriate?” I looked entreatingly at Mack. “Come on, man, back me up here.” A fifty-something mailman, Mack wore an expression that reminded me of a mournful hound dog.

Unfortunately I could tell by the way his blue eyes shone with mischief that I wasn’t gonna get the support I wanted.

“Tony has a point, Ashley,” he said. “It’s your job to make sure our fearless leader has an outlet for his stress.”

That elicited a snort from Lil, an eighteen-year-old Arts major and my roomie during the current quarantine. She giggled, then looked at me guiltily.

I sputtered in outrage, and hated myself for doing it.

“So what, I’m some kind of human stress ball now?” I demanded. Even as the words escaped my mouth, I knew they were a bad choice.

“Well, you are his main squeeze,” Mack replied. His straight face lasted all of five seconds until Tony, Kai, and Lil all dissolved into fits of laughter that made me want to smack them. Repeatedly.

Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, I settled for a mega-watt glare, then stomped off down the sidewalk after Gabriel to find out exactly what his problem was.

Gabriel and I had been sniping at each other since we’d met as student and teacher at Big Red, before the zombie shit hit the fan. Well, technically he was a teacher’s assistant, a self-righteous vegan, and I was a happy little caffeine and sugar junkie omnivore. The sexual tension had developed somewhere between my surviving being bitten by zombies, and my transformation into a wild card—a person immune to the zombie virus. That tension had culminated in some hot, sweaty sex that hadn’t as yet, been repeated—despite what the rest of the team thought.

I’d hoped all of the sniping was over with, though, especially after we’d fought together—and almost died—defending the university against a zombie swarm.

I guess I was wrong.

In many ways my ex—okay, dead—boyfriend Matt had been a lot easier to deal with. Matt had been uncomplicated. Give him sex and praise on a regular basis and he’d been a happy camper. A far simpler, and definitely more rewarding relationship than I’d had with my ex-husband.

Gabriel, who I found a lot more compelling, was nowhere as easy to keep satisfied. Hell, I didn’t know if he even wanted me to try.

I just wanted an adult relationship with mutual respect, intellectual compatibility, and lots of hot sex. Hell, at this point I’d settle for a steamy round of cuddling. Not that I was likely to get any of it, now that Gabriel was back in douche mode.

# # #

He was still talking on the radio when I caught up to him, so I leaned against the building next to an alley that separated Licker Up and Partyrama. He was spewing a string of Byzantine military phrases, and I rolled my eyes as I eavesdropped.

See, being a wild card not only meant enhanced physical abilities and a whole world of super-cool weapons. To my dismay, I’d heard more acronyms, code words, and pompous jargon over the last few weeks of rapid-fire training than in my entire twenty-nine year lifetime. That’s even if you included the hours I’d been forced to watch the Military Channel with my ex-husband—it was the only way I could spend any “quality” time with him.

Gabriel finally signed off with some variant on “Tango Whiskey Foxtrot.” Frowning, he thrust his radio back in its holster and turned to me.

“Did you need something, Ashley?” he demanded.

Ouch. Not the friendliest tone I could have asked for, all things considered.

“Well,” I said, choosing my words carefully, “I was kind of hoping you’d tell me what, exactly, is the reason for that very large stick you’ve currently got shoved up your ass.”

Okay, maybe not so carefully.

Gabriel’s brows lowered over a pair of denim blue eyes as his frown went—to use meteorological parlance—from an F1 to an F2. Before he could snap my head off, however, I kept talking.I’m good at that.

“Because the rest of the gang is talking about it, and they’re all blaming me for not helping you relieve your tension on a regular basis.”

Unfortunately I’m not always so good at filtering what comes out of my mouth. From the look on Gabriel’s face, we just skipped F-3 and headed straight to F4, destroying all of the trailer parks in a hundred mile swath.

“Oh, that’s just great,” he snapped. “What is this, high school?Am I supposed to give a shit about who’s sleeping with whom?”

“That’s not exactly the point,” I said carefully.

Seriously, I really was being careful this time.

“Then what exactly is the point?” He folded his arms and glared down at me.

“The point is that you’re acting like an athlete on the verge of ‘roid rage and—” I took a deep breath and put a hand on his arm. “And I’m worried about you.”

“Well, don’t be,” he snapped, jerking his arm away. “I don’t have time for this juvenile shit, okay?”

He might as well have slapped me across the face. I felt my cheeks flame as hurt and anger duked it out with humiliation for dominance.Anger won.

“You know that song I Might Like You Better If We Slept Together?” I shook my head. “Well, not so much.”

Gabriel glared at me for a split second, then turned without another word and stalked back down the sidewalk toward the entrance to the shops. I’d be damned before scurrying after him like some sort of slave girl, so I stayed where I was, fuming silently.

It didn’t last long, though.

The unmistakably nasty stench of the walking dead gave me just enough warning to dodge to one side as a zombie lurched out of the alley and lunged at me. It used be a waitress at the local Spanky’s Coffee Shop, her nametag and the tattered remains of what used to be a retro pink uniform tipping me off. Just like Flo used to wear in Alice. Its face looked like it had been pressed onto a hot grill, with strips of blistered flesh peeling off. I was obviously tonight’s special.

My M-4 was still slung across my shoulder and my blades were sheathed, so like an idiot I was caught empty-handed. Luckily there are a bunch of ways to kill a zombie, if you’re creative. I grabbed a trashcan lid and hefted it.

“Just pick up a lid, Sid,” I sang quietly to myself. “Give it a whack, Jack,” I smashed the edge of the lid against the zombie’s head, the metal leaving a dent in its skull. I swatted it a few more times for good measure, finding it very therapeutic after dealing with Captain Jerk.

“Do it again…er… Finn.”

Finally Zombie Flo crumpled to the ground.

“Until it drops dead.”

So sue me. I’m not a lyricist. But I am a kick ass zombie killer.


Thanks for joining us today, Dana! Agreed, a sense of humor is a must!


Plague Nation (book #2)


Dana Fredsti is ex B-movie actress with a background in theatrical sword-fighting. Through seven plus years of volunteering at EFBC/FCC (Exotic Feline Breeding Facility/Feline Conservation Center), Dana’s had a full-grown leopard sit on her feet, kissed by tigers, held baby jaguars and had her thumb sucked by an ocelot with nursing issues. She’s addicted to bad movies and any book or film, good or bad, which include zombies. Her other hobbies include surfing (badly), collecting beach glass (obsessively), and wine tasting (happily).

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24 responses to “Plague Town by Dana Fredsti (Guest Post & Excerpt)

  1. Bonnie Hilligoss

    Oh, boy, I love Buffy and The Walking Dead, so this sounds exactly like my kind of book! Thanks you for joining the hop!!

  2. I definitely think everything is better with humor, so that’s great that she keeps her sense of humor. I think it would make the book much better too.
    And that’s so sweet you wouldn’t leave your cats behind. We have one cat but he lives outside and actually survives on his own pretty well. If we had to leave we’d try to bring him with, but I’m pretty sure he would choose to stay behind rather than get in the car.

  3. I don’t know who to blame (can I just go with the default and blame you? 😉 ), but zombie and post-apocalyptic books are really appealing to me lately. This looks good – and you have to love a girl who won’t go without a sense of humor.

    I don’t have a bug out bag either, it would probably just be full of Coke, chocolate and my Kindle, then I’d die.

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  4. Traci

    Love the new blog buttons everyday…very cool!!! I read Plague Town and liked it very much. Would love to read Plague Nation….
    Thanks for another awesome giveaway!!!

  5. What a good excerpt! I really like the humor in it. I love that the author also fostered cats … because we live in an apartment, I can’t keep bigger animals, but we do have a hamster and we loves him!

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  6. BookLady

    What a fantastic book! I love heroines with a sense of humor. Will definitely be adding the Ashley Parker series to my wishlist. Thanks for sharing the great excerpt.

  7. Ahh! I would never leave my pets either they were my kids before my real ones came along. Yes, a sense of humor goes a long way during the Apocalypse! This event has rocked just sayin’!

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  9. Denise Z

    I loved Plague Town and cannot wait to read Plague Nation. Thank you so much for this treat of a giveaway opportunity 🙂

  10. Lisa Vazquezanzua

    I am LOVING this blog hop!!! Dystopian is my new favorite genre!! This book is going on my TBR list. I love finding more awesome books to read!!

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  12. Ariel

    Aww, that’s so sweet, I would take my dog with me! The book looks really good though, I’m a huge fan of dystopia. Thanks for the giveaway!

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