Guest Post with Tara Quan ~ 10 Survival Tips (For the Zombie Apocalypse)
Today, Tara Quan takes over and tells us all about how to survive should zombies ever attack!
- Avoid interstate highways. Being stuck between cars and more cars is a recipe for disaster.
- Abandon the city and go to your self-sufficient bunker in the middle of the woods (you do have one, don’t you?).
- Wherever you decide to hole up, find as many clean containers as you can and fill them with tap water. Better yet, make sure your bunker comes equipped with a filtration system.
- MREs (Meal Ready-to Eat) aren’t exactly gourmet, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a few (hundred) stashed away.
- If it’s too late to get your hands on MREs, stockpile vacuum-sealed packets of rice (long shelf life, easy to cook), legumes (you can’t survive without protein), peanut butter, canned meats, salt, and olive oil.
- Consider investing in a collection of blades—axes, machetes, samurai swords, knives, etc. Firearms need a lot of TLC and make a ton of noise. If in the cards, a crossbow and bolts could come in handy for hunting.
- Make sure your humble abode is well equipped with LED lanterns and lights, along with a solar/wind-powered electric generator.
- If you are unfortunately located in a non-temperate climate, make sure your bunker has a heating system (preferably solar) as well as access to fuel (gasoline, coal, wood, etc.)
- I’m a proponent of Ebooks, but when push comes to shove, paperbacks can double as both insulation and fuel. Consider investing in a library.
- Whatever you do, do not make your location known. Zombies are scary, but humans are the world’s no. 1 predator.
But my question is: What do you do to pass the time while you’re waiting for the zombies to move on? Why not check out Tara’s book, Catching Red?
Scarlet “Red” Ryding is on a mission. To prevent mass suicide, she must fulfill her grandmother’s evil wishes and return posthaste. With knives in hand, she dives headfirst into an abandoned hospital full of zombies. But after getting trapped within, she is forced to accept help from the world’s most dangerous predator—a man.
Covert Agent Marcus Woodsman received strict instructions against interfering in the affairs of nomads. As a spy for the Federal Military Agency, his mandate is to observe and report. But when he finds a little redhead caught in the center of a brain-eater swarm, conscience compels him to put his ax to good use. By the time he realizes this smart-ass scout comes equipped with a world of trouble, it’s too late—he would do anything to keep her safe.
As Red and her Woodsman work together to survive undead, brave a snowstorm, and bring down an evil cult, they learn to laugh, love, and fight for happiness. The second book in Tara Quan’s Undead Fairy Tales series, Catching Red is a post-apocalyptic thriller with a happily ever after.
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Scarlet woke to the delicious smell of charred venison and cooking fruit. The rusty feeling between her joints was gone. She rubbed her crusted eyes as she curled into a sitting position. For the first time in months, she felt energized and rested.
Her bed ended where the kitchen area began. Marcus stood in front of the wood-burning stove, his back facing her. Even with his neck bent and spine curved, his blond head grazed the low ceiling. He wrapped a thick cloth around his hand, lifted the cast-iron skillet, and turned in place. He plunked it down on the circular stone tray at the center of her small rickety table. Her first and only attempt at carpentry creaked but didn’t fall apart.
She lifted an eyebrow as she scrutinized the skillet’s contents—seared smoked venison covered with slices of dried apple. It was an interesting meal choice.
Perhaps in reaction to her quizzical expression, he turned his palms up and defended his creation. “The food store in your basement is a mess. This was all I could scrounge up.”
She frowned. “I packed and stacked everything in alphabetical order.”
His broad shoulders rose and fell. “Your system didn’t make any sense. You’ll have to explain it sometime. Either way, this beats the MREs I fed you during the snowstorm. Come on. Your breakfast is getting cold.”
She grabbed the worn quilt and wrapped it over her shoulders. She was about to lower her feet to the cold floor when she saw him shake his head.
He walked over to the foot of her bed. The length of his torso and arms easily spanned the small area separating the cottage’s sleeping and eating spaces. He leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. When he brought his elbows into his body, the piece of furniture with all its contents slid as if on wheels. It stopped a few inches away from the bottom edge of the mattress. He stepped around it, then pulled up the only chair, and sat.
Scooting over, she sniffed the food. The smell made her mouth water. “Why are you being so nice?”
“I’ve always been nice.” He used his knife to spear a piece of seared meat and raised it to his mouth.
Scooting over, she sniffed the food. “You only did it to get me to have sex with you.”
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com