Day by Day Armageddon

by J. L. Bourne

  Praise for J. L. Bourne’s

  Day by Day Armageddon

  “There is zombie fiction and then there is crawl-out-of-the-grave-and-drag-you-to-hell zombie fiction. Day by Day Armageddon is hands-down the best zombie book I have ever read. Dawn of the Dead meets 28 Days Later doesn’t even come close to describing how fantastic this thriller is. It is so real, so terrifying, and so well written that I slept with not one, but two loaded Glocks under my pillow for weeks afterwards. J. L. Bourne is the new king of hardcore zombie action!”

  —Brad Thor, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Last Patriot and The First Commandment

  “Day by Day Armageddon is a dramatic spin on the zombie story. It has depth, a heart, and compelling characters.”

  —Jonathan Maberry, Bram Stoker Award–winning author of Ghost Road Blues

  “Day by Day Armageddon claws at the reader’s mind. Bourne’s journal is a visceral insight into the psyche of a skilled survivor.”

  —Gregory Solis, author of Rise and Walk

  Day by Day Armageddon

  by

  J. L. Bourne

  Introduction by Z. A. RECHT

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  Introduction

  by Z. A. Recht

  I’ve been a zombie fan for years I can safely say that I’ve spent more than half my life as a hopeless addict to anything and everything undead. I’d go out and buy a book or a movie just because it used the word zombie somewhere in the title. Needless to say, this method of shopping left me with some horrible disappointments (“Night of the Zombies”) and some french-fried gold (“Redneck Zombies”).

  Most of these were the result of pure happenstance. I’d be out looking for one thing, and stumble onto my beloved genre. Nothing can sidetrack me like zombies—so, with that established, you’ll understand why, several years ago, I vanished off of the face of the planet for one full day. Phone calls went unanswered. E-mails went unresponded to. I’m pretty sure I forgot to eat. I know I didn’t forget to chainsmoke. I never forget to chainsmoke.

  Anyway, the reason behind this sudden withdrawal into my own little universe was the discovery of this amazing online chronicle of one man trying to stay alive in a world overrun by the undead—and get this: it wasn’t just some fanfic. It covered the main character’s journey day by day by agonizing day, from the very start of the undead infestation all the way through to one of the most nail-biting cliffhangers I’ve ever come to. I am, naturally, talking about Day by Day Armageddon.

  I forget where I stumbled onto the link that led me to J.L. Bourne’s chronicle of the zombie apocalypse, but I distinctly remember spending the next seven or eight hours reading from the very beginning all the way through to his most recent post. I’m a faster reader than that, but I was so into the story I’d stop every now and again to go over to the forum and see what other people had been saying about the entry I was on. I took that story and twisted it like a wet towel to get every last little drop of exposition I could out of it, and when I finally reached the end, it was too late—I was hooked. I am sure that there are crackheads out there who have similar stories about how they first got started. I had discovered the well-kept secret of zombie fiction on the internet thanks to Day by Day Armageddon. My first step was to register on Mr. Bourne’s forum and start chatting it up with fellow zombie fans.

  I should point out that up until that point my penchant for the undead was something that my friends in real life merely tolerated; suddenly, I was surrounded by people who actually encouraged it. They talked about the things I always liked to think about but never had anyone to discuss with: what gear would be best in the event of a zombie apocalypse, long-term survival planning, and always, always, always being prepared for the unexpected. All of which is, of course, sound advice no matter who you are, zombie fan or no.

  So I bounced from forum to forum. I even dared to stick my head into a couple of politics threads, which is somewhat similar to shoving your hand into a pile of red-hot coals—You know it’s going to burn, and you know it was a stupid thing to do in the first place, and for the life of you, you can’t figure out why you did it. I needn’t have worried; I was like a coin circling one of those donation funnels. I just had to give it a little more time and sooner or later I’d end up where I was supposed to be. That turned out to be the fiction board. Here were dozens of other stories of life in an undead world. I delved into them and tore through them. Funny thing about zombie fiction— unlike food, the more you consume, the hungrier you get. Pretty soon I decided I couldn’t just read the works of others. I was going to have to start my own little ongoing serial. So I set out to write what was supposed to be a novella called Pandemic, about a virus called the Morningstar Strain that sweeps the globe and—naturally— zombifies its victims.

  It got a positive response, so I kept adding to it. Pretty soon it had grown out of my control. It had reached novella length and had kept on going. I took it to its own site, made sure I kept a banner on the links page pointing people back to Day by Day Armageddon, and continued to add to it. Skip ahead a couple of years and Pandemic has become Plague of the Dead, a fully-fleshed out and published novel with two sequels in the works, and when you get down to the nitty-gritty, it’s all because I stumbled onto Day by Day Armageddon and discovered the genre.

  This story has everything that makes the genre near and dear to the hearts of its fans: stoic survivalism, slow, shambling undead, ever-present danger, a delightful sense of the gruesome and macabre, and of course, equipment lists.

  Whether you’re a true deadhead or just passing through the genre, this is one of those books that manages to grab your attention and keep you reading for no other reason than to find out what happens next—and that is the mark of a book worth reading. I say, any book that keeps you reading to find out some terrible secret, or keeps you turning pages because what’s happening sickens you and you want it to end—those books aren’t telling a story that’s a riproaring good time. Those are the ones that’ll leave you with an empty sens
e of apathy and disillusionment when you finish them. Day by Day Armageddon tells a story—and tells it well. When you’re finished, you’ll feel the blood pumping in your veins. You’ll have just finished a great story. You’ll feel alive—and that’s more than most of the castmembers of the novel can say.

  What more can be said besides “enjoy?” I can’t think of a thing. So enjoy, reader. Enjoy.

  Mahalo,

  Z.A. Recht

  author of

  THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO MY

  BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN THE

  U.S. MILITARY THAT HAVE FOUGHT

  AND CONTINUE TO FIGHT THE

  GLOBAL WAR ON TERROR IN IRAQ,

  AFGHANISTAN AND THE

  REPUBLIC OF THE PHILIPPINES

  AS WELL AS THE OTHER DARK AND

  UNFAMILIAR CORNERS OF THE EARTH.

  In the Beginning

  January 1st

  0358 hrs

  Happy New Year to me. After a drunken night of fun, I sobered up and headed back home. I am so tired and bored of being home on vacation. I’m thankful for the break in training but Arkansas gets old quick. All my good friends are still drinking the same beer and doing the same thing. I will be extremely happy to get back home to San Antonio. New Year’s resolution: start keeping a journal.

  January 2nd

  1100 hrs

  My hangover is finally gone. I like to watch the news when I am near a television, but out here at my parent’s house it seems that all they get are the local channels. I’m not going to attempt to try the dial up connection, as it will only frustrate me to the point of madness. I guess I will just check my e-mail when I get home. It seems that something is going on in China; the local news reported some type of influenza virus sweeping them over there. The flu season was bad here this year. I received my flu shot on base, avoiding the shortages of vaccine. I’m glad I get to go home tomorrow and get re-connected with my nice high speed Internet connection and digital cable.

  My damn cell phone doesn’t even work in this desolate place. The worst thing about being here is knowing I’m going to have to do a lot of flying to get back up to speed. When I signed up for naval aviation I didn’t think it was going to involve constant work and studying just to stay competent.

  January 3rd

  0609 hrs

  My grandmother called this morning to tell mom that we were going to war with China and to try to talk me into going to Canada to desert the military. I honestly think my grandmother has lost it. I turned on the news half expecting to see some kind of bullshit trade embargo deal with China. The news went on to say that President Bush has agreed to send medical military personnel over to China for consultation purposes only.

  Makes me wonder, what do we have in America that a big bad country like China would need? They have all the natural resources anyone would want. I keep thinking I may have kept a light on in my house back in San Antonio. I have two small solar cell panels on my roof but I am wired to the electric grid. I just use the panels to sell electricity back to the utility company when I’m away on deployment. They have already paid for themselves.

  January 5th

  2004 hrs

  After a nice ten-hour drive from NW Arkansas, I made it home yesterday. I received a satellite radio for Christmas and activated it for my trip home. I listened to BUZZ, or FOX all the way home with some music from my MP3 player thrown in every now and then. Wish I would have thought to hook the satellite radio up at my parent’s house because I am almost certain that it would have worked out there even though it’s in the middle of nowhere.

  This China situation is starting to heat up. The news reports that we have lost over ten medical personnel to this China “bug.” The other “military consultants” that are still in China are going to have to be quarantined prior to getting back to the United States. Talk about a pain in the ass. You go over there to help someone out and all you get in return is a prison sentence.

  Today was not a bad Monday. Had to go fly a few sorties for training. The EP-3 is basically a C-130 with a lot of antennas. It’s somewhat non-maneuverable, but it can receive some valuable data from 20,000 feet.

  My friend in Groton, CT called today. Bryce is a Navy submarine officer. He really helped me out on a great deal on salvage parts off the old diesel boats when I was installing those panels in my house a few years back. He said that he was finally getting a divorce, she admitted to cheating on him. I kind of had a feeling about this girl, but I never said anything. Don’t think it would have mattered if I did. We talked about this China thing for a long time and he seems to think it’s some bad flu bug. I kind of think the same thing.

  January 9th

  1623 hrs

  TGIF.

  My mother called today on my cell worried asking me if I knew anything about what’s going on overseas. I had to once again explain to my mother that just because I’m an officer in the Navy does not mean that I know who killed JFK or what happened in Roswell, NM. I love my mom, she just drives me nuts. I comforted her the best I could but something just isn’t right. This nonsense is getting too much coverage in the news. I know the reporters smell a rat by the questions that they are asking FEMA and the Whitehouse and Homeland Defense.

  The President made a speech (only available on AM band radio, probably to avoid to much publicity) and told the people that there is nothing to worry about and that the Army/Navy medical team in China had to send one of our doctors home because he was too ill to be left with the inadequate care/facilities in the location he was in. Another strange thing is that my squadron was scheduled to go to Atsugi, Japan next month for training in the Pacific and it was cancelled.

  I asked my skipper about it, he just told me that they were trying not to take any chances with anything, and that there were rumors of “sick persons” in Honshu, Japan area. He gave me the nod and told me not to worry. Something doesn’t sound right about this whole thing and it’s starting to mess with my mind. I have a feeling I might want to go to the store and get some bottled water and things of that nature.

  January 10th

  0700 hrs

  Not much sleep for me last night. I kept the news on all night just in case I missed anything. “I can assure the American people that we are taking every effort to contain this epidemic within the borders of China.” Go ahead; say it in your best southern accent. I went to Wal-Mart today and bought a few things just in case I had to stay indoors to avoid getting sick. I bought some bottled water, canned beef stew and went by the base to chat with my supply friend at the warehouse. He told me that he could part with a few cases of MREs for a new nomex flight suit. Didn’t bother me, I have a couple dozen of them. I picked out one of my lesser-worn flight suits and brought it to him. At least I will have a little variety in my diet if I need to stay home despite the fact that MREs are not an optimum bug out food because of how much they weigh and the excess space taken up by the packaging.

  Vance (my supply connection) informed me he saw on an online government invoice, that a few thousand cases of MRE food were shipped to NORAD and a few other locations in the northwest. I asked him if it were normal, and he told me that these facilities haven’t requested this much of a food supply since the Cuban missile crisis. I am thinking that if this is serious enough for the big wigs to want to lock themselves up for a few months it is more serious than I thought.

  1042 hrs

  I unloaded my “meals ready to eat” and noticed that one of the packages was busted. The smell of “Case A” MRE filled the air and reminded me of all of them that I had eaten when on station in the Arabian Gulf area on a ridiculous ground assignment. I hated it over there. It was so damn hot all the time, and when I had to embark on the ship it didn’t make it any better. I checked my battery bank and all six batteries were in the green. Made me think of Bryce, and the “steal” I got on those old submarine batteries.

  Back when submarines were diesel and not nuclear, they ran on batteries when under the water and when they surfaced they charged the batteries wit
h a diesel generator. Some countries still use the old diesel boats. I thought this was a good idea, however, charging them with solar panels takes considerably longer, ten hours instead of three but the sun is free.

  I miss my sisters, Jenny and Mandy. I haven’t seen much of them since I have been in the service; they have sort of grown up on me. I called my dad’s house and spoke to Jenny, the youngest. She was still half asleep when I called. I used to pick on her badly when she was little. Oh well, I love the little shit, and it builds character. Mandy is living back home, until she can get back on her feet again. Mandy has never been one to open up and talk to me about anything. I wish things would have been different, or that we would have been closer in our childhood.