Book Excerpt: Wunder by A. R. Von
About Wunder Series Volume One
Pete has his own secrets to tell. His world is a lonely one as he wrestles with the reality of being part zombie. His hatred for the creatures that killed his parents drives him to patrol the streets and wipe them all out. His life would be stark, but for the dreams he’s been having; of a woman, so sensuous, so sexy. These alluring visions have become erotic and consuming. He feels as if he made her up to keep from going crazy. Is this life of hunting the walking dead, all there is? Or is she out there waiting—just for him?
Now—with the reunion; Wunder’s life turns into a journey of discoveries. Secrets from the past come full circle and her world is changed forever. In the coming chaos, can she keep her new found happiness and the man of her dreams?
(18+ only this edition contains the Wunder Prequel though book 2)
About A.R. Von
control. My parents were just trying to survive, and keep their unborn child
safe. It was a dark time for the world—for my parents. I’ve heard the stories
from some who escaped being infected. I’ve heard many things about that time in
history, when everything went to hell. These people remained normal though, they
were average human beings. As for me, I’ve never known what it was like to be
fully human—I was born a quarter zombie. My parents were what you would call
bad- asses, they’d survived the infection and the swarms of biters for a long
time, because they did what they had to do. They weren’t scared of the blood and
the gore—they did what was needed to survive.
the world, with the desperate search for food and drinkable water. Every day was
a quest to live, and to keep from being a meal—yourself. One day, my parents
were out looking for supplies and were attacked by a hoard of the infected. It
was a close call for them, being overpowered by an abundance of vile, blood
hungry zombies, who basically ambushed them. My father used a hatchet, combined
with a few other weapons, concealed on his body to behead and permanently
destroy everything in his path. Eight months pregnant, my mother carried light
weight guns and plenty of ammo on her person. She was taught by her husband to
aim and shoot—with no hesitation. Both of them took down zombie, after nasty
zombie while holding their position, back to back to one another. They didn’t
see the one slimy fucker on its belly, crawling its way toward their right side.
It bit my mother on her ankle. Screaming in pain and terror, she kicked the
bastard in the face, while still shooting others down.
My father swiftly pointed his 9mm at the scum’s head, turning its brains to
permanent sauce. They both finished off the rest of the obnoxious pests, before
running as fast as possible toward the safety of their house. Once back home, my
father was a frantic mess. Although, my mother continued to tell him she felt
fine, he feared help would be too late.
The virus takes three days to run its course. This was a fact he knew. One can
be saved, if the infected part is amputated within 30 minutes of being bitten.
The zombie had bitten her two hours before, which meant it was already too late
to even try.
My mother kept begging for my father to save the baby and kill her—to spare her
from becoming one of them.