Wednesday, September 30, 2015

ZWD: Inside Chapter 12

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This was one of my favorite chapters to write. The firetruck scene was a blast to imagine. I pulled from my time in the Navy on firefighter training to write the scene. At one point in boot camp we spent a week in firefighter training where we sink the buttercup; this flooding simulation ship and we have to save it before we all go under. I don't think anyone ever saved that ship. Another day we had to take control of a live hose like I describe in the chapter. They charge the hose to about 30% and open it up and you must jump on the hose and scramble your way up it to the brass head and take control. It's a necessary practice and a skill you need to know on a ship. What if you shipmate who's on the hose gets knocked out for some reason. A fully charged hose will kill a person flailing around.

We once on the tug boat has just such a moment when a hose got away from a crew member and I had to along with two other guys scramble up that hose while it beat on us and take control. One person alone can't do it. That moment, that struggle, stuck with me and I thought what if our hero has a fully charged firehouse and was surrounded by zombies what would the outcome be. As you have read by now, not very well.

I don't know what kind of pressure firefighters have pumping through their hoses but on ship we always gave it everything we had for the main hose, the covering hose or secondary hose was a little less if I remember right, that was over twenty years ago. But it looks something like this.


Introducing Harold; as I have said before the shovel was a nod to my father who was a Marine for 27 years. All great weapons need a name and so it was with our hero's weapon of choice, a shovel, a little shovel, a shovel that when folded is even smaller. Not a great weapon of choice. But we see he becomes very comfortable with it and it works for him. I don't know where I got the name Harold from. I know when I wrote it the first few times I giggled because compared to Excalibur or Thor's Mjolnir hammer or any hero's trusty weapon Harold is . . . well Harold, a small, compactable, shovel. to me it was just funny and that's why I used it.

As my editor pointed out to me that after our hero said he wasn't going to call it Harold anymore he just kept calling it that. She even asked me every time if that was intentional. Yes it was. It was a good bit that worked I thought.

So there you have it; the Mighty Harold is just amusing to me so I put it in and kept it.        




Burning Things. Let's face it burning things is kind of fun. In High school we use to go to the dump and grab an old tire. Carry it down to the Mississippi river where we all partied and pour a little gas on it and have a bonfire. We were kids and didn't know just how dangerous it was back then. Before that at my grandmothers home we burned trash. All of it. Paper, aerosol cans, you name it if it was trash it went in to the can and was burned. That's where I learned about aerosol cans exploding.

It all gave me the idea of how to attract the zombies downtown. From their last visit they left a bunch of zombies at the library doors. Unless a new food source presents itself they weren't going to move much. If you remember our hero's have the key tot he front door of the library but it's blocked by zombies. Why not catch a few things on fire and blow up a can? It seemed like something I would do if it were me. So that's what they did.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

The Forgotten Famous


            Buffalo, New York’s Memorial Auditorium is filled with smoke from thousands of cigarettes and cigars. A haze has risen over the room as spectators shifted in their seats in anticipation of the coming match. It has been a rough night so far for the competitors, but the crowd did not come here to see them, they were here for one man. His opponent Donn Lewin stands in the ring readying himself with stretches, testing the ropes making certain they are secure. The ring announcer straightens as the spotlight hits him and the house lights go down. He announces Dangerous Danny and the crowd explodes with boos and jeers. He struts to the ring through the mob unaffected by their taunts and curses; his full-length robe has his name stitched on both lapels. His cigar is tilted up to the sky. He stands in the middle of the ring ignoring his opponent Donn, his arms stretched out so all can see he is the king of the world.
  In the crowd sitting with her girlfriend is Sallee Lewin, Donn’s sister. They had snuck off to the matches to see her brother wrestle. Donn makes a good showing of himself against Dangerous Danny’s Double Foot Stomp his favorite move, against forearm smashes, and wristlocks. Both men exchange hip tosses, and headlocks, arm drags and body slams. Unfortunately, in the end, Donn Lewin looses to Dangerous Danny and walks away with a broken nose. His sister in the audience sits shocked and horrified at the brutality of the man who just defeated her big brother.
         
   Later that week at the Lewin home, a maroon Town and Country Chrysler convertible with wooden sides would pull to the curb across the street. A man Sid Lewin had met earlier in the week at his Jewelry Store and had fixed a watch- band for was invited to dinner at Sid’s home. Sid took a liking to the dapper man with a pencil thin mustache. The owner of the car strutted to the front door wearing green suede tasseled loafers and a cream colored Berman’s of California slack suit. Sallee recognized him immediately through the window and announced to her mother she would not be eating at home but would instead find a date and dine out. No date was found and Sallee Lewin found herself at her father Sid’s table eating with the man who broke her brother’s nose earlier in the week. A man she would later marry.

In this modern day of big lights, billion dollar promotions, global broadcasting, and manufactured personalities few today recognize what a true superstar is made of, and one such superstar shone from Arkansas. A man who at the height of his career in the 50’s was the equivalent of Hulk Hogan in the 80’s.  He was a country boy from outside Parkdale, going toward De Bastrop in Ashley County, a place that was little more than a spot in the road along highway 165 in 1912 when he was born, and he went on to become one of the most famous Professional Wrestling villains of all time. His name was Danny McShain.

His wife Sallee McShain said that once while visiting Danny’s mother for the first time, Danny had told her not to dress up, but it being her introduction to Mrs. McShain she wanted to make a good impression. Dressed in her Sunday best, hat, gloves and high heels they left Little Rock and drove down highway 165 to Parkdale on paved roads then they turned down a gravel road and eventually stopped the car and walked down a dirt road that was still soft after a recent rain. “I felt so foolish, walking down this dirt road in high heels.” Sallie said in an interview. When they got to the house Danny’s mother was smoking a corncob pipe. A pipe she smoked till she was placed into a nursing home where they took it away from her with a fight.
          
  Standing at 5’11” and weighing in at 205 lbs Danny McShain, sometimes called Irish Danny McShain or Dangerous Danny McShain was a stocky handsome man with Hollywood looks that had him often compared to Clark Gable, or Leo Carrillo and placed him in several Hollywood films. 

Danny’s shining career started in Little Rock, Arkansas on October 30th, 1930 a match he promptly lost. McShain would then go into the Navy where he held the Navy’s Light Heavy Weight Championship several times in boxing. But wrestling was Danny’s Passion. Shortly after his first match in Little Rock, his family moved to Glendale, California, which he called home for most of his life, and where he started his climb to superstardom. Later in his life he and his wife would move to Alvin, Texas where he would live the rest of his life. 
         
   In the early years of modern professional wrestling the country was split into territories with each territory run by a promoter who had his own “Stable” of local talent. Each territory had a local belt and the biggest star in the territory held the belt or local championship title, eventually marking him as the number one contender for the bigger champions such as the World Heavyweight Champion or the Tag Team Champions who traveled from territory to territory. The traveling champions’ main job was to come into a territory and make the local population think that their local champion or hero had a shot at winning the title and becoming the new World Heavy Weight Champion. Most of the time the champion never lost to the local hero and if he did in the rematch he always reclaimed his title the next week before moving on to the next territory. There were also those rare individuals who may not have held a title when they came into a territory but their job was very similar to the champions. Their job was to make every one hate them and want nothing more than to see the local hero beat the snot out of them. These men were the Heels and Danny McShain was one of the best, so much so, they gave him the World Light Heavyweight Championships eleven times to defend, as he traveled around the country in a career that lasted almost 30 years in the ring.
          

  Danny walked with confidence, a strut that made him seem cocky, better than all around him, and “A strut that made you want to kill him.” Said Donn Lewin, Danny’s brother in law. “When you called Danny’s name and if you were to the side of him he would turn his whole body to look at you with his chin held up a little like he was saying ‘and who are you to talk to me?’ but the truth be told he didn’t have any peripheral vision and his neck was kind of stiff so he had to turn like that. But it still pissed you off to see him do it.” Said Ted Lewin Danny’s other brother in law.

Over the course of Danny’s career he managed to win several titles starting in 1937 Danny beats Wild Red Berry at Hollywood Legion Stadium in California to win the NWA World Light Heavyweight title. He would go on to hold the NWA Louisianan Light Heavyweight title, the Texas Light Heavyweight title, the World Light Heavyweight Tag Team Titles and countless other titles over and over again. His athletic skill and movie star good looks soon had Hollywood calling.

“I don’t care what happens or who is Texas champion. All I can see is that here is another Mexican with a mask and I challenge him to face me and see if he can keep that mask on his grotesque head or not.” Danny McShain.

In 1948 Hollywood called Danny McShain to appear in Danny Kaye’s “The Inspector General”. Kaye portrayed a wandering snake-oil salesman who is miss-identified as an Inspector General come to examine a little corrupt town. Zaniness ensues, focused on Kaye’s performing talents rather than the town's corruption.

         
   In one scene of the movie Kaye goes into a gym and ends up wrestling Danny McShain and Joe Blanchard for some great slapstick action. It would not be Danny McShain’s only venture into the movies. The wrestler would appear in almost all of Danny Kaye’s movies and the two would become close friends. McShain would also appear in other movies when the studios needed someone to grapple with their stars.

Danny would also become great friends with Toshiyuki “Harold” Sakato better known to the world as the James Bond Henchmen Oddjob from the movie Goldfinger. Sakato a Japanese-American born in Holualoa, Hawaii won a silver medal 1948 Summer Olympics in London and later went into Pro Wrestling where he meet Danny and often wrestled him under the Name Tosh Togo. In 1951 Danny and Sakato were both part of Tokyo’s Torii Oasis Shrine Club charity event held in Japan for the purpose of raising money for crippled children. The event featured American wrestlers, was one of the first of its kind in the world, and managed to raise $50,000 for the kids. 


In that same year at Ellis auditorium in Memphis, Tennessee Danny McShain defeats Junior Heavyweight Champion and future Hall of Fame inductee the legendary Verne Gagne. Making him holder of both the NWA Junior and Light Heavyweight titles. 

In 1950 Danny married Sallee Lewin sister to Mark, Ted and Donn Lewin whose nose he had broken years earlier. As Donn describes the announcement, Danny had talked him into driving out to California to wrestle. Donn and his wife were in one car Danny and Sallee in the Chrysler Town & Country. At one of the many stops along route 66, Danny got out of the car and flatly announced, “We’re gettin’ married!” “At least you’re not shackin’ up before hand.” Was all Donn could reply to the cocky Danny.

Bill Mercer the former Dallas Cowboy play-by-play broadcaster wrote in his book Play-by-Play: Tales from a Sports Casting Insider that when he started his radio career in the early 1950’s he was also assigned to cover pro wrestling as a commentator "I didn't plan on being a wrestling announcer, but the radio station management at KMUS in Muskogee, Oklahoma said it came with the sports broadcasting package. This was my first big job as a sportscaster, so why not?”

Not knowing much about wrestling, he was given the chance to learn about the business when the local Oklahoma promoter assigned “Wild” Red Berry, Danny McShain, and the Fabulous Moolah, the Woman Wrestler Champion and future Wrestling Hall of Famer to be Mercer’s teachers. They took Mercer into the ring and placed hold after hold on him. “They demonstrated the hammerlock, full and half Nelsons, head locks, plus a few of their own inventions.” "They used me as a guinea pig, laughingly putting on enough pressure that I understood the significance of each hold. I had no idea about the preplanning of the evening's various matches. I wasn't aware that the winner and loser were preplanned."

Preplanned indeed, as the saying goes in Professional Wrestling, “The matches are fixed not fake.” Once Danny had a publicity photo taken of him in his Wrestling gear. And around the photo there were listed all of his injuries up till that time. It was intended to show the crowds that he was a tough guy who was till standing strong and who ever he was facing didn’t stand a chance. The list of injuries read as follow: 
  •  Seventeen stitches head and eyes 
  •  two cauliflower ears
  •  nose broken six times
  •  jaw broken
  •  shoulder dislocated twice
  •  broken chest bone
  •  broken arm twice
  •  twelve ribs broken
  •  both hands broken
  •  torn cartilage both knees
  •  broken leg
  •  both ankles sprained
  •  broken toe
  •  and broken ankle


  Over the course of his career this list of injuries would grow but Danny would hardly slow down. Danny was also what is called a Juicer in the business or a bleeder, one who would cut them selves on the forehead to bleed during the matches making them gory and bloody. Danny was one of the forefathers in this area of the wrestling arts.  

Pain and suffering is the way of a Pro Wrestlers life. In a short interview with Red Bastein, a life long friend of Danny’s said he has had so many concussions from the business that he no longer has a good memory. Saying he has a woman who comes in to help him go about his daily life and every day he recognizes her but he has to ask what her name is, every day. Also he said he is perfectly healthy and goes to the gym every day, sees friends, recognizes them but cannot recall their names. He knew who Danny McShain was, but could not remember anything about him.
“I’ve heard these guys talk before and I’ve shut them up before and I’ll shut this one up too.” Danny McShain
Don Lewin Danny’s brother in law, Pro Wrestler, and a Marine who was involved in the taking of Iwo Jima said, “ As a marine I hardly got a scratch, as a Wrestler I got all busted up.” In an interview talking about Danny, Donn said, “Danny and I had maybe only two or three matches together, we never even wanted them. The promoters were wanting it and wanting it, because we were brother in laws, and we were both good.”
“We never hung out together. It wasn’t because I didn’t like him I would just rather hang out with girls, and there were a lot of girls.” Danny didn’t want to hang out because he thought it looked bad, wrestling in a match then hanging out together. Back then you just didn’t do that.” 

Interviewer: Did Danny throw a lot of potatoes? (real fist)

“He sure as hell did, he didn’t give any quarter and he didn’t expect to take any.  He was an all out fighter. When you got in the ring with him you had better be ready for a fight, cause he was coming at you.”

Interviewer: Do you regret your time in the ring?

"Hell yes, in 32 years I have had 2 knee replacements, 2 hip replacements, a pin put in my neck so my head don’t fall down and 3 back operations. Years ago a friend of mine said, “Donn I’ll pay for law school, put you through it and in the end put your name on my door, I said what are you crazy? I’m an athlete. I regret those words every day since.”

Probably the most devastating action that can happen in Pro Wrestling is the death of another wrestler due to injuries caused in a match. Danny killed two people in his career, Terry McGinnis, and Canadian wrestler Alex Kasaboky both after applying the pile driver move in the match, two hours later after each match both men died. After the second death Danny almost quit wrestling forever.

         Arrested in Mexico after a match, mainly for his own protection, Danny was locked up for a few hours till the crowds calmed down and went home. “During a riot that broke out after his match,” Said Ted Lewin wrestler and brother-in-law, “probably in Cincinnati, people stormed the ring. Danny picked one guy out and using his boxing background knocked the guy out. One punch to the jaw, he later showed me the “Sweet spot” on the chin for knocking a man out. It came in handy” 
Danny was brought in front of the Texas Gaming Commission for unsportsmanlike conduct when after a match he had lost, covered in his own blood he slipped on his robe strutted around the ring and spit tobacco juice onto his opponent from his cigar. The action so enraged the crowd that they stormed the ring and Danny was arrested.
In 1953 Danny was in the first Brass-Knuckles match against "Wild" Bill Curry. Held in Huston, Texas Danny lost to Bill Curry. The match was so popular there that it came to be a Texas Brass Knuckles Championship till 1968. The match is exactly as it sounds, both opponents pummel each other for the opportunity to grab the brass knuckles and the man who gets his hands on them gets to use them in the match. It was one of the fore runner gimmick matches that are seen today in pro wrestling akin to the tables, ladders and chairs matches.
In 1952 Danny became a part of a U.S. Department of Justice Investigation into the National Wrestling Alliance. The details of the investigation are a little confusing, but centered on a territorial dispute between promoters Dory Detton and Avery McGuirk. Detton had booked an event with several big name stars Danny McShain, "Gorgeous" George, Lou Thesz among others. The problem arose when in a match Danny had against Henry Harrell the Chattanooga Southern Junior Heavy weight champion. Danny was giving him a shot at his World Junior Championship. The two out of three fall match was “scripted” for Harrell to win in an aggressive match meant to boost Harrell’s credibility. The first fall Danny was a count out by the referee. Harrell however was being uncooperative in the match and not following the “script”. The second fall Danny was disqualified.

During he match Danny realized that Harrell was not ready to wear the belt and carry the reputation of the NWA on his shoulders and the referee agreed. Danny wasn’t about to give the title to someone who wasn’t ready for it. Although several titles exchanged ownership that night without sanction of the event by the National Wrestling Alliance or by their authorization Danny kept his title refusing to “Drop the Title”.  The question was how to have Harrell win the match to keep one promotion happy and yet keep the belt with Danny. During the match Danny and the Referee came up with a simple solution the referee declared that the title could not change hands on a disqualification. A ploy still used in matches today. By the time the investigation was over and the matter laid to rest Danny was officially recognized as World Junior Championship. It was the first time the “ruling” that a championship cannot change hands due to a disqualification was ever used. It didn’t become officially adopted by the NWA until April 1953 and has been a part of wrestling story lines ever since. As for the U.S. Department of Justice Investigation went they seemed satisfied with the referee decision and felt that the match wasn’t “fixed”.
Probably the single greatest contribution that Danny helped give to athletes from every sport came in 1952 when promoter Ed McLemore's TV show "Texas Rasslin" from Dallas, Texas was, syndicated nationally. The wrestlers were feeling that their appearance on television was hurting the money made at the gate of the arena events and by extension their paychecks. The promoter Ed McLemore refused to pay them any more money so the wrestlers went on strike. Refusing to appear on the television show. In San Antonio several wrestlers refused to go into the ring unless the cameras were turned off. With the crowd growing impatient the promoter relented fearing a riot. A few weeks later Danny McShain and 10 other wrestlers, among them Gory Guerrero, and Wild Red Berry wrote to McLemore to say they would not appear in matches that were televised or filmed unless they were compensated beyond their regular payoffs. After the matter went in front of the State Labor Commission of Texas in a public hearing the wrestlers won their argument and were given an extra $5 apiece for appearances that were televised or filmed. Say thanks to Danny for those multi-million dollar athletic appearances the next time you watch a game.

Speaking about the career of Danny his brother-in-law Don Lewin had this to say.  “The greatest Wrestler of my time was Buddy Rodgers, he had the east coast territories. He was big, he was the man. He had a lot of color, very different. He had a lot of color him and Lou Thez. But Buddy was the man to beat. Danny was the same way, the difference is that Buddy worked mostly the East coast Territories and Danny the West Coast Territories from California to Texas, and Arkansas, the big name guys did that, they worked the territories either East Coast or West Coast. And all the local guys had to beat them. Danny was the same as Buddy on the West Coast, if you were going to be somebody you had to beat Danny on the West Coast. Plain and simple. ”

But the professional man and the private man were two different people, sort of. “I use to tell him, ‘there’s no door big enough for you to fit through in this house.’ He would be so full of himself. He was cocky all the time. But he was quiet too, a little bit of a loner. And he had a bad habit of leaving his shoes in the middle of the floor where everybody would trip over them. I use to yell ‘Pick up your damn shoes” Sallee Lewin goes on to describe her husband as a gentleman who would always offer to do dishes after dinner, feed and take care of the dogs, not a drinker but he loved his cigars. A gentleman to women, he was never a womanizer and the women wrestlers loved him. He always paid them attention in a business where for the most part they were invisible. “He would remember their birthdays and bring them flowers, or remember anniversaries. He was always polite.”  She said. “I was never impressed with his wrestling, it was just how we made a living.” 

Danny was known as the “Silver Fox” in his later years when he refereed. He often got himself involved in the matches physically never hesitating to place him self between two wrestlers who were getting too aggressive with the rules. But it was not something he enjoyed doing in his duties as a referee. “Hitting a man is not refereeing,” said McShain, “the hallmark of a good referee is getting men to do what they should without laying a hand on them. I try to do that, it’s the right way and the hard way but no referee can enforce the law physically in every match. It’s impossible.”

        
    On July 14, 1992 Danny was taken out of a nursing home and brought to his house for his birthday party. He had been sleeping most of the day sitting there in his wheel chair among the crowd of well wishers. One of the men their to celebrate Danny’s 79th birthday was Tiger Conway Sr. a young wrestler Danny had taken under his wing years earlier and taught the business. Danny woke up briefly saw his friend Tiger and asked, “Where we working tonight, Tiger?” “We’re off tonight Danny.” Said Tiger. “That’s good because I’m tired.” Danny lowered his head slowly and he passed away.

            Danny McShain a country boy from Parkdale, Arkansas along highway 165 went on to become one of the worlds biggest personalities and best villains. He traveled the world with a Hollywood style he was born to and he walked with an attitude that made fans know where ever he appeared wither it was Little Rock, Arkansas or the Olympic Arena in Los Angeles, California Danny was going to give his best and he did for over 30 years.   

Friday, September 25, 2015

ZWD: Fan Photo

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Cleaning the skulls I was told was a morbid ritual that should probably be taken out of the book. I disagree, that's why it's in the book, Of our two hero's she is the one who most quickly comes to realize that they have got to start being a little more primitive in their behavior. She is the one most willing to adapt to the new way of the world. But she has to have a mechanism to deal with it all, a connection to the past. Her way of honoring the past, the dead and dealing with the new way of things is through this skull ritual. I originally had in mind a kind of Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead) ritual where she paints the entire skull and places it at the tomb in Mt. Holly cemetery because I like the look of sugar skulls but after thinking about it that would just take up too much time. Besides not everyone as we later see takes the time and care that she does to prepare the skulls. some just took the head and placed a drivers licences in the mouth and were done with it. Her thorough cleaning of the skulls however was in some way on some level cathartic for her. if you notice she is usually very quiet after she cleans each skull.    


The F-150 was a reward to them. I thought they had made it this far in the story they should get something good and since they had crashed a car in the beginning of the story why not give them a new car. Well, the Page family who's home they were in really didn't seem like car people so the F-150 seemed more appropriate. It also solved a lot of problems with moving a lot of lumber for the rooftop garden. too bad they didn't really get to use it a lot.


Predator/Pray the first encounter with the black truck. I had just given them a truck, I had just given them a gun safe they couldn't get into, I couldn't let them enjoy it! Actually I had thought for some time that the people would be worse than the zombies because we can be a very nasty animal when we want to be. The Predator/Pray thought came from a Russian animation film that held just that theme of predator/pray. I had seen it several years ago late one night I don't remember where. The film was about a wolf who was hunting a flock of sheep while at the same time being hunted by a human. the wolf was both predator and pray at the same time. The wolf was very philosophical about it at one time sitting by a river looking from the sheep to the human and going predator- pray and finally looking at his own reflection and saying; "I am both predator and pray." he goes on to say a lot of other things but like it said it was a while ago and I don't really remember but that stuck with me.  

I know I rather bluntly introduced that idea into the book but to me it seemed that the situation dictated the reader like them be thrust into the danger they were facing. I think it worked, one of my test readers said she was clutching her chest throughout that entire sequence so I think it was a good decision on my part.

Archery and the mind. There is a think in archery known as the "Archer's Paradox".  There is a math formula that explains it perfectly if you speak math formulas. I don't; so what it basically explains and what man has known since we invented the bow is that when you shoot the arrow you are not aiming at the bulls-eye. You, like shooting a gun at am moving target lead the arrow. You don't shoot straight at the target but somehow the arrow straightens itself out and hits the bulls-eye. Look it up or better yet watch a video on it. 

So you ask how does a guy who is good with guns, who knows gun models and other gun fanatic things, how is it he can not shoot a simple bow? Again I refer to the Archers Paradox and the complicated math formula of hitting the target. The idea is the same, the principle is the same but the mechanics of it are complexly different. Gun enthusiast will say; "NO it's not." Pure archers will say; "YES it is." And those who do both will tell you it's somewhere in the middle. I'm going to let them argue that point because there is no winner in it. My general point here is that they do have differences and just because you have mastered one doesn't mean you are a natural or can even understand the other. 

Our hero's and their ability to shoot a bow was more of a reflection of pre and post Apocalypse teaching. She had classes, time to practice a skill and had instructors to help make her better. He was in a life or death situation. He needed to learn to hunt or starve to death. And let's face, if the internet had been available he would have used that and learned to shoot a lot faster as many kids do today.          

It's so much easier with YouTube. As I have said before My house is over 100 years old and I am no carpenter. I hate reading How-To or DYI books. it's much easier to just search the web for the thing I want to fix and watch someone else walk me through the process and copy them. Most of my home is repaired that way. If only our hero's still had that access; like i said above he would have learned a lot faster. enough said.    

Thursday, September 24, 2015

ZWD: Celebrity Fan Photo

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

ZWD: Fan Photo the Wife

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Monday, September 21, 2015

ZWD: Inside chapter 10



This chapter solved a lot of problems for me and I came up with it by accident but I am very glad I invented the Page family home. Throughout the story our hero harps on about his to-do list. We all have them and it seems like they never get any shorter especially when you live an active life in an old home. As I have said before my home is over 100 years old and it constantly needs TLC. Unfortunately I'm broke most of the time so it constantly needs a lot of TLC. And if your life is anything like mine, something gets added to the to-do list and you lack some tool or supply so you go to get it but family members want to tag along or you invite them and you both go. 

I know I am a gorilla shopper, I know what i want, I go in and get it, then I leave. Rarely do I look around. But if someone is with me, normally my wife, that quick trip turns into all day, or at least a few hours. Next thing you know it's too late to work on the project you had planned on working on and so it gets pushed back and then something else gets added to the list and it ever grows. 

That's what I had originally intended this chapter to be about because I didn't have any other ideas at the time. Basically I was going to use the chapter to bitch. But I needed to move it forward and I needed to have them encounter someone who did not want to meet them. 

The warehouse they visited I just thought would be poetic justice that they couldn't get in to the thing. A  funny thing here about the hardware store. In downtown Little Rock on Main Street across form each other are two hardware stores that have been there for years and cater to the old home crowd that live in downtown. Great stores both, The store in the story is an amalgam of both of them. But one of them, Fuller & Sons Hardware about the time I was writing this chapter made a commercial for the web about zombies. It was fantastic. Here it is below for at least as long as they will let me have it posted. I love this spot.   
      

After the frustration of that they run into Grandpa at his house. It had to happen sooner or later. They had been in house after house and not encountered anyone? I didn't want to make Grandpa a big character in the story simply because the way I pictured him I would have to kill him off quickly for health issues. That's why later I used his kid Uncle Andy and grand kid Shaun. Shaun actually shows up in a short story called Cafe Life I wrote some time ago. I saw him as a good character to use because in that story he was a thug punk kid in this he has become a reliable, responsible young man.
Shaun has actually been in several short stories I haven't published and in each he matures. I've said too much about him already, his story is yet to come.  

The Page Family Home. Like I said earlier their home solved a lot of problems for me and yes I was listening to Led Zeppelin when I came up with their name. Arkansas is a gun rich state, hunting and just plain shooting and collecting guns are a big thing here. So to have these two run around without any guns just seemed stupid. And they were going to need guns. 

I imagined the Page family to be Doomsday Preppers, hunters, survivalist (guess that the same as a prepper) Their lives would be tied to that and competitions surrounding those skills. This meant in my mind that somewhere there was a safe full of guns. I don't know much about the Prepper community but from the marathon about them I watched one weekend on tv I knew that they had on average a bugout bag, a hidden supply of things they would need on the road and possibly a hidden shelter with all the real goodies in it. I almost gave that location to our hero's but decided that I couldn't be that nice to them. The struggle must go on. And yes I know it was a mean thing to do to give them the safe then not give them the combination but I had to have something to write about later.

   


Sunday, September 20, 2015

ZWD: Fan Photo Jeff R.

Jeff R. "I got mine on Amazon!' 
DON'T HAVE YORU COPY YET? WHAT!?!?!?!
We need to fix that right NOW! 

Send your photo with the book to 
walkingkrow@swbell.net
And keep it clean, or Halloweeney. 


Saturday, September 19, 2015

ZWD: Fan Photo Ray W.

Ray W. "I got my copy!" 
And it keeps growing!
I don't know why all the guys have beards but you know they have to be cool. 
Where is your photo with the book? 
Send it to us; WalkingKrow@swbell.net 
You do't even have to grow a beard to read it. 
Get your copy at 


ZWD: Inside. Author Ranking.

Thank you all for the support with the book ZWD: King of an Empty CIty. You have put me in the top 50% of authors on Amazon.com. Today I am ranked # 75,000 among authors. Tomorrow I could be last but today I am up there in the 50% range. Thank You.

Friday, September 18, 2015

ZWD: Inside TCB

Today I want to take care of some business. Answer some questions I have been getting and basically waste your time with BS. We'll keep this simple and flexible.

Question- Where can I get a copy of the book?
Answer: ZWD: King of an Empty City Sold Here

Q: What does ZWD stand for?
A: Zombie War Diary. As I have said in another post to call the book Zombie War Diary: King of an Empty City would would have been a little long for a title and I did not want a subtitle. Also there is the search-ability of just typing in ZWD into the search window of Amazon and quickly finding the book. Try it.

Q: can I get a free copy signed?
A: Sure as long as you pay the $16 to buy it. I don't have any free copies, I didn't get any, I have to pay for them just like you.

Q: What's with the photos of people holding the book up?
A: I have no idea. It started I am told with me taking a photo of myself holding up the book when I first got it and friends who love me and support me started doing the same with their copies. After that people I didn't know started doing the same thing. Next thing I know it became a thing. So I invited people to take their photos with their copy of the book and created a gallery for it. If you want to add your photo of you with your copy of the book send it to: walkingkrow@swbell.net and I will add it to the gallery. To see the gallery you can go to ZWD: Fan Gallery. Or ON Facebook go to Facebook Fan Gallery. Their everywhere.

Q: Will there be a sequel?
A: It is possible, I have an idea in mind for another ZWD story. But, the next few stories will not be zombie related. I have too many other things roaming around in my head to focus on only zombie stories. Most of them are related to some of the people you have met in ZWD: King of an Empty City. for instance Lonnie is in the next story which I am rapping up now and should start the final edit process about April. I don't know when it will be published. Sorry.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

ZWD: Fan photo

Callie W. Got her copy today. 
Look at that good looking guy on the cover!  
Where is your photo? Send them to 
walkingkrow@swbell.net 
and show off your book copy. 
Please keep it clean. 


Monday, September 14, 2015

ZWD: Inside Chapter 8




If I remember correctly and I probably don't. The only part of this tweet that made it into the book was the last line. "Ah,a king's feast." I know I had thought about what one would do if you did not have a microwave to un-thaw frozen food and naturally the  only answer is you let it thaw on it's own. Which means, depending on how cold or hard it was frozen it could be a few hours that you go hungry. They were living on top of the Safeway almost full time by now with the base house as a place they could go to when needed but still on the roof.

The Roof Idea. I have to explain how that came about. In a nutshell Masada. I had seen again a documentary on the Israeli mesa fortress and how they held off the roman army for over a year. Shortly after that I saw a documentary on the Anasazi Indians of Mesa Verdi and how they easily defended it from attackers so the high ground was on my mind.

Little Rock dose not have a skyline like New York or Chicago there are a few high buildings and the rest is basically a very small city or a very large town depending on how you look at it. It is still growing out instead of up. So how do you find the high ground? A mesa in the city? If they were to use a tall office building the struggle would be in getting up there and off of there. It would become a big hassle for our hero's to deal with especially with the plans they had. A low roofed building made since. Little Rock doesn't have a Safeway so I chose that as the store they were going to use.

Unlike the library where I could walk around and explore within reason the building I had chosen to be the model for the Safeway I couldn't just walk around on their roof. Enter Google Maps. This became my friend for most of the story. I used it to explore many of the places I talk about in the book.

The problem is in the story I had set the boarder of the kingdom to go right down the center of main and the "Safeway was outside that boarder in stead of right in the middle where a fortress should be. I suppose that's what makes it a flawed plan, but that flawed plan is what made our hero's who they were and I decided to just go with it. I think in the book they moved the kingdom boarder over a block to run right behind the grocery store.  

The idea of growing food on the roof was just part of my never ending quest to find out about green energy, renewable energy and ways to grow sustainable food in a small amount of space. I have been looking into urban farming for some time and that was the seed (pun intended) behind this rooftop garden. I had read somewhere that a family of four could live for a year off a minimum of one acre of land then the rooftop of the store could offer two people what they needed.  If our hero's were up on the roof and had raised bed gardens up there away from the edges where others couldn't see them then they in theory could live up their unnoticed for years. At least in story Little Rock. In Real Little Rock their are building, homes,  nearby that are taller than the "Safeway" and anyone could easily look out a window and see them up there. I had considered making that a danger for them but chose not to because it risked too much in taking the story in too many directions.

The real problem was where do you get the wood for a raised bed? I wasn't even going to address the water problem because it was winter. I was sitting in my back yard smoking a cigar thinking about this problem and staring at the six foot privacy fence that surrounds my yard trying to come up with a solution when I thought of decking. Not the easily removable fencing but decking. Decking was a more logical choice. Why? Fencing was a barrier for the zombies. I wanted to keep them out, put as many obstacles between them and me. Yes I thought about this as if my life depended on it. There is privacy fencing everywhere downtown and it would have been easy to use but there is also a lot of decking and I know if it were me I would want the barriers and deal with the smaller boards of the decking to build raised beds. if running from a zombie I could climb a fence, put two or three of them between me and a zombie and I'm safe.  I may be wrong let's hope we never have to find out.