Archive for June, 2012

Winners of the Zombie Whisperer Giveaway

Saturday, June 30th, 2012

The giveaway has ended!

If you see your name on the list on the rafflecopter, please send me the email you’d like me to route your free amazon ebook copy of Zombie Whisperer to.

Send me your emails to cat[at]caterinatorres[dot]com.

Thanks to everyone who participated!



Exhausted, Yet Determined

Friday, June 29th, 2012

Hey folks,

I’m not sure what everyone else has been feeling this past week, but I believe the word exhausted sums up mine. I went to Las Vegas over the weekend and had a blast doing as much as a person can do in such a short time span. And I had to go to work the following Monday.

*insert groans and sighs here*

Now it’s almost as if I can’t get back into the swing of things. My brain is still in a fog and my body doesn’t want to wake up. But I will say I was able to stick to my daily 1k word count on my new WIP. I’ve been doing such a good job at sticking to that goal that I’m almost done with it!

The crowd goes wild.

I want to get to 75k words total, and so far I’m at 71k. I’m writing the ending and boy is it taking up some time to do. It’s almost as if my characters want me to draw it out as long as possible. Yes, you read that right. My characters want me to write as much as possible for the ending to this book. But that’s fine with me, as long as it doesn’t drag the book down.

How have you felt this past week?



Book Review – Aftereffects: Zombie Therapy

Wednesday, June 27th, 2012


So the other day I saw this book on Goodreads and, because of all its great reviews, I decided to check it out. Unfortunately, it was not what I was expecting.

I gave it 3 out of 5 stars. I never give a book 3 out of 5 stars, mainly because if I read the blurb and it doesn’t seem like my type of thing, I don’t buy it. But I was interested because 1 – it has zombies; 2 – great reviews (most of them had 5 out of 5 stars); and 3 – the sample on Amazon grabbed my interest.

Mainly, this book is about people who have been cured of their zombie-ism. Afterwards, some of them see a specialist to help them get over the trauma from their memories as a zombie. The specialist, a psychologist who became famous for consoling the cured people, talks to each individual about their experiences. As they go down memory lane, the book flashes back to show us how they lived before and after infection.

With each new patient, it’s a new flashback. Now, I don’t mind a flashback or two in a book, but this happened throughout the entire book. Sometimes I got lost and didn’t understand when was present time and when was past.

And the psychologist turns out to be the bad guy for this novel. He’s mad about his wife being killed by a hoard of zombies, so he takes out his anger on his patients by murdering each one. And even though the book gives a hint someone is keeping an eye on him, he never gets put in jail or punished for his crimes.

I skimmed quite a few parts – some because of gore, some because I got lost, and some because it got boring. I didn’t connect with any of the characters because there was no heroin or protagonist to root for. It was just one after another of walking down memory lane .

Plus the book ends in a cliff hanger. After all is said and done, somehow the virus resurfaces and a mob of zombies comes to the psychologist’s building. The psychologist escapes and we don’t know what happens after that.

I can’t say I’d recommend this book to many people. It’s more of a niche read for all the things I mentioned about it. I do have one thing to say though: it was very well written. Grammar and sentence structure was well done.



Bath Salt Zombies: Round 2

Friday, June 22nd, 2012


So, apparently there was another recent attack in Florida. This time the guy was high on bath salts, came to visit his girlfriend and kids, and proceeded to yell and scream at them whilst taking off his clothes. When the cops arrived, he took a bite out of the officer’s arm even though he’d been tasered two-three times. It took several men to subdue him to the ground.

What’s with this fascination of taking off the clothes while high? Does that help with the body temperature (which I assume is running higher than normal). Well, in order to protect ourselves, here’s a list of the symptoms associated with bath salt zombies so you can avoid them in the future:

1. Does not listen to reason

No matter how much you try to talk them out of their rampage, they will not listen to your words.

2. Anger/Rage

They are extremely pissed off and will scream/yell at you for no apparent reason other than they are angry.

3. The clothes come off

For some reason, bath salt zombies like to be naked.

4. Attack by biting

Their first instinct is to use their mouth and teeth to attack so they can take a chunk out of your skin. Make sure to keep them out of arms reach.

5. Doesn’t react to pain

If you taser them, hit them, or shoot them, they will not stop. If anything, it will only further piss them off. My suggestion is to try to catch them in a net.

6. Not contagious, so far…

The people who have been bit do not show signs of becoming a bath salt zombie, but it still hurts like hell to get a chunk taken out of your body. So avoid them at all costs.

You want to know what I think? It might sound a bit paranoid of me, but I feel like these first few instances of the bath salt zombie attacks were only tests to see if a product or drug is actually changing the psyche of people. No one is really taking it seriously. This has become the big joke of the nation and on the news – bath salt zombies are hilarious to us. But I predict after four or more people successfully change, there’ll be a mass attack in one state. And then that will lead to more.

Think of it in military tactics, or for a better understanding of what I mean, look at what ants do. When they invade our homes, first they send out one or two ants to check the area for food and if it’s safe. We don’t really care much about a few ants, so we ignore them and carry on with our lives. But once that one or two ant comes back unscathed, several more follow behind until our kitchen is infested.

So if I were you, I’d start stocking up on canned food, water, boards and nails, and weapons. You never know when this shit’s going to get real.



Zombie Wasteland 3-2

Wednesday, June 20th, 2012


Arthur felt Shelly jab him in the shoulder when his eyes started to close on their own.

“Wake up!” Her loud voice brought his mind back to the road ahead of them, but he still felt tired. His stomach growled, reminding him they hadn’t eaten yet, and he watched as the sun peaked over the horizon. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the colors from the sun painted the landscapes in shades of orange and red.

He didn’t like that. It was October; there should be clouds and rain and wind, not this happy weather. It just didn’t match their circumstances.

Arthur checked out the gas meter and saw that the empty warning light shined, but he wouldn’t stop until the car gave out. Where would they go to get gas? He didn’t want to take a chance and leave the safety of the vehicle.

Just when his eyes began to slide back down again, Shelly grabbed his arm and pointed at something down the freeway. “Look at that!” He forced his attention to where she pointed and saw graffiti written in big bold words over a regular speed limit sign.


Shelly clapped her hands together. “Thank God. That means there’re other survivors out there.”

And food. And a bed. And guns. That last thought slipped into his mind, reminding him this wasn’t some road trip set up by his dad. This was survival and they needed all the supplies they could get.

Jamming his foot down on the accelerator, he drove as fast as he could to get there before the last drips of gas were used. Before he knew it, he saw another sign down the freeway with a large spray-painted arrow, indicating where they needed to go. Taking that exit, he drove them down a new path that was in a bit of a rough state.

Potholes jarred the car as they kicked up gravel from the street. Weeds grew from cracks in the cement and dead trees lined their way.  But it didn’t take long before he came upon a mansion at the end, surrounded by a metal-gated fence. Other cars dotted the expanse around the fence and dead bodies littered the ground.

Regular looking people carried rifles on the other side, and once they saw their car drive up, they went into action. Several men and women opened the gate and let them drive inside, instantly closing and locking the entrance once their car made it through the parameter. As if on cue, their vehicle died before Arthur could properly park the car.

Getting out, Arthur was greeted by friendly faces. Some held tears when they noticed the little girl sitting in back, muttering how thankful they were that a child had survived this apocalypse. Shelly hugged several of them, openly crying about their struggles and what’d they seen. Arthur couldn’t help but feel a tear or two of his own drip down his face as he felt pats on his back and was told, “Good job, son.”

Was this the end of the road? Was this where they could finally rest and not worry anymore?

And more importantly, were they truly safe?

-Catch the next part at the beginning of next month-

Kela McClelland has been such a good friend for helping me critique the continuation of my short story! She caught a lot of errors and gave great suggestions. You can find her blog here: OR you can follow her on twitter: @kelamcclelland.