Craig DiLouie's Apocalyptic Horror Fiction

Gareth Wood, author of the great zombie novel RISE, recently reviewed THE KILLING FLOOR from Permuted Press, writing, “The astonishing sequel to THE INFECTION picks up right where the first book left off, and delivers a non-stop brutal ride through post-apocalyptic America … Craig DiLouie’s skill and great talent as an author lies in his vivid imagery. One can imagine oneself being there while the guns are firing, hearing the shells land and feeling the concussion of the blast. One can also imagine the terror that the survivors of the Screaming face day after day as the Infection spreads… This is NOT a traditional zombie tale, by any means. Much more is going on here, slowly revealed through the text. There are layers of meaning and many thought provoking passages in the book, and the grisly is interwoven with the thought-provoking so well that one can virtually hear the ripping of flesh while pondering the eons-long plan of the Brood. To call this a zombie book is a disservice. It is more a book of horrific ecological invasion, a character driven epic of vast potential. This was the best book I have read this year, and I suggest that if you like Horror you would do well to read THE KILLING FLOOR.”

Thanks, Gareth!

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You can now get THE INFECTION and its sequel THE KILLING FLOOR together for just $9.99 for the Kindle eReader here and the Nook eReader here!

DrunkenZombie.com reviewed THE INFECTION and THE KILLING FLOOR for a recent podcast, calling them “powerfully written books filled with heartache and loss punctuated with moments of visceral horror and violence. Gripping is an exceedingly accurate description of these stories … I will happily read the next book in the series to see if it grows into a fire. Even if it doesn’t I’m in for the long haul with this series and I highly recommend that you give it a try too.”

Thanks, Rory!

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And don’t forget you can get both novel as eBooks (Nook or Kindle) for about $10 if you buy them as a set.

“The sergeants tell the Hellraisers to form up in ranger file. The squads stack behind them, waiting for the order to advance. Captain Mack growls at First Sergeant Vinson to put the church music out of its misery, and Mozart’s ethereal “Ave Verum Corpus” abruptly dies. In the ensuring vacuum, the distant gunfire presses in a little closer. The music lingers in Rod’s mind, comforting and pure, and he finds himself humming it. One of the flamethrower units sprays a jet of fire onto the pile of burning corpses, setting them ablaze and filling the air with a nauseatingly sweet, rotten, beefy stench Rod can almost taste.”

Ravenous Monster reviewed THE KILLING FLOOR, comparing it to “THE WALKING DEAD with the action and monsters of a LEFT FOR DEAD or RESIDENT EVIL video game. If you’re into the post-apocalypse genre … get this book … You’ll relish walking the line between man and monster as you enter THE KILLING FLOOR.”

Thanks, Robert!

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“One by one, the survivors stagger off the bus and are welcomed by the cheering crowd. They huddle together, blinking tears. The more the people applaud, the more the survivors cry. Someone whistles and Todd flinches. He keeps seeing gray faces lunge out of the crowd. Faces of the Infected howling for his throat, spraying spittle rich with virus.“

“Rod opens the hatch over his head and takes a look outside. The Stryker column snakes along the road at a reserved thirty miles an hour. They are in no hurry. Ten feet both high and wide and nearly twenty-five feet long, the squat metal titans look like ungainly boats on eight giant rubber wheels. Most are still clad in cages of slat armor to protect them against rocket-propelled grenades and piled with gear, making them look like something from The Road Warrior. The commander of the next vehicle in line grins at Rod under his Ray-Bans and spreads his arms as if to say, Look at all this. Can you believe this shit?

“The combat engineers spent two days clearing a twelve-foot-wide path through what was a bumper-to-bumper traffic jam of abandoned cars and trucks choking Crystal Drive all the way to their objective. Judging from the scattered luggage, these folks were probably trying to get to the airport, which had already been shut down. The vehicles, stripped of gas and useful parts, are now piled along the sides of the road awaiting towing. It is like driving through a junkyard. Rod scans the wreckage for improvised explosives out of habit. Bodies are entombed in some of the cars. Loose trash floats and rustles on the breeze.

“The plaintive notes of a religious song fall on his ears from one of the lead vehicles. It’s “Ave Maria,” Rod realizes with a frown. Christ, what a downer. And yet it fits.

“Ave Maria, gratia plena.

“Hail Mary, full of grace. Roger that.

“The Strykers ahead disappear into a wall of black smoke billowing from a distant hill of burning corpses, and Rod follows, emerging coughing on the other side. The entire city is shrouded in haze, ashes of torched people floating on currents of hot air. An automatic cannon booms in the distance, drowning out the crackle of small arms fire that is so omnipresent it is only noticeable when it stops. Fighter jets roar through the distant murk, barely visible in this false twilight at nine hundred hours. One of the fighters breaks formation, veering toward the earth like a bird of prey to fire a missile at a target on the ground. Light flashes on the horizon. BOOM.

“The battle for the capital is in full swing.

“On his right, C130 cargo planes drop from the sky in a steady stream of screaming metal and disappear behind Terminal B of the airport, where they will land and disgorge even more troops and equipment. Rod’s regiment has been bivouacked in Terminal A for the past few days, one of the first units to arrive, and it is already getting crowded. The troops swarmed Washington’s key facilities and most defendable and sparsely populated patches of ground—Reagan Airport, East Potomac Park, Theodore Roosevelt Island. The engineers began the herculean task of clearing the major arteries. This beachhead secure, the invasion force now needs to expand to make room for more troops as well as civilian refugees starting to trickle in.

“Something about the whole operation still smacks of a massive Army foul-up. Oops, we invaded ourselves by accident. Nice going, General Stupidity, you’re relieved. General Chaos will take it from here.

“He can’t get used to it.

“A foghorn booms in the west, answered by another in the south. Rod knows they are not real foghorns. They are giant monsters browsing their way through the city. He can’t get used to that either. An MH60 Blackhawk gunship catches up to the column and paces it, the thumping of its rotors drowning out even the foghorns. It will provide top cover for the rest of the trip.

“It’s good to be back in the USA one way or the other. They all feel this way. They are back on sacred ground, that much closer to the people who matter most to them. They are home. When they captured the airport, a grizzled veteran dropped to his knees and kissed the tarmac. Mecca’s the other way, Sergeant, one of the boys said, slurring the word as Sarrunt as so many of them did, but nobody laughed. Rod nearly kissed the ground as well. Leading his squad across the tarmac, he half expected to see the Washington Monument wrapped in monstrous tentacles or the Lincoln Memorial covered in vines or half buried in apocalyptic sands. Instead, he saw a typical airport with stately jumbo jets at rest among fuel trucks, water trucks, ramps, hoses and other white utility vehicles. Some scattered luggage offered the only clue something was wrong. That, and the total absence of people. Everything was abandoned. The city appeared to have been converted into a massive, derelict parking lot.

“The column winds through an artificial canyon formed by rows of boxy office buildings, street-level retail stores and the ever-present piles of cars pushed to the side of the road. One of the buildings boasts in large letter signage that it is the corporate home of GENERAL DYNAMICS. Rod grins. They’re the company that makes the Stryker. The vehicles pass their maker. Minutes later, the column grinds to a halt in front of another large building and sits idling.

“This is their objective. Seven floors. Three hundred and forty rooms.

“The Crystal Palace Hotel.”

“Wendy follows the others into the gym, ignoring the corpses’ splayed hands brushing against her legs, and gasps at the assault of heat and smell. Their boots send empty shell casings clattering across the floor.

“The flashlights converge on the bodies of four men and women, three dressed in casual clothes and one in a police uniform. All shot in the head and partially eaten. Wendy stoops and collects the cop’s badge, pocketing it. Her eleventh, counting her own.

“Noel signals his shooters to fan out and clear the room. They call from the dark corners: All clear. No Infected here.

“Wendy approaches the other side of the gym, followed by Toby and Steve. The play of their flashlights reveals more giant red bleeding capitals painted on the wall:

“GOD FORGIVE US WE TRIED TO SAVE THEM”

Twisted Central recently reviewed THE KILLING FLOOR from Permuted Press, writing: “After finishing THE INFECTION, I was eagerly waiting for the opportunity to read the sequel, THE KILLING FLOOR. And, I must say, Craig DiLouie did not let me down. I was placed face-to-face with a terror even more insidious than the original infection. Quickly evolving and mutating, I never knew how the disease would attack next. And to make matters worse, my love for the tribe was shaken as its members were forced to choose sides … Once again, Craig DiLouie has succeeded in grabbing hold of my attention, and holding on tightly until the very end.”

Thanks, Malinda!

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Swamp Dweller recently reviewed THE KILLING FLOOR from Permuted Press, the sequel to THE INFECTION, writing, “Again, DiLouie has created a cast of strong, intelligent, well-developed characters that suck you into the story and don’t let go. THE KILLING FLOOR is a great sequel to [THE INFECTION]. It’s a fast, powerful journey to the end of the world–and the beginnings of a new one.”

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