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  The M-4 Rifle

  Specifications:

  Caliber:5.56x45mm

  Weight:6.4lbs (2.9kg)

  Overall Length: 33in (840mm)

  Magazine Capacity: 30 round box

  Capabilities:

  Muzzle Velocity: 2970f/s (884m/s)

  Rate of Fire:700-950 rds/min

  Maximum Range:500yds (500m)

  Squad Assault Weapon - SAW

  Specifications:

  Caliber:5.56x45mm NATO

  Weight:17lb (7.5kg)

  Overall Length: 40.75in (1035mm)

  Magazine Capacity: 200 rounds on M27 Linked Belt

  Capabilities:

  Muzzle Velocity:3000 ft/s (915m/s)

  Rate of Fire: 50-775 rds/min

  Maximum Range: 870yd (800m) effective3940yd (3600m)max

  12 Gauge Assault Shotgun

  Specifications:

  Caliber: 12-Gauge Shotgun (OO Buckshot)

  Weight: 5lbs (2.3kg)

  Length: 40in (457mm)

  Barrel Length: 18in

  Action: Pump

  Magazine Capacity: 8 rounds

  Capacities:

  Maximum Range: 150 ft (50m)

  Claymore Mine - M18A1

  Specifications:

  Caliber: 700 1/8th inch steel balls

  Weight: 3.5 lbs

  Length: 8.50 in (216mm)

  Height: 4.88 in (124mm)

  Width: 1.50 in (38mm)

  Capabilities:

  Muzzle Velocity: 4000ft/s (1200m/s)

  Maximum Range: 55yd (50m) 250m max

  The Claymore anti-personnel mine consists of a plastic case containing a C-4 shape charge behind an epoxy resin containing approximately seven hundred steel balls. It can be detonated by remote control or rigged to a trip wire.

  The mine fires forward in a wedge pattern 6 feet high by 165 feet wide at its optimal range of approximately 55yards, hurling seven hundred steel balls at anything in the blast radius.

  Fragmentation Grenade - M167

  Specifications:

  Weight: 14oz (400g)

  Length: 3.5 in (88mm)

  Diameter: 2.5in (64mm)

  Maximum Range: 30yds (30m) thrown, blast radius 45ft (15m)

  The M167 grenade is simply a hollow steel sphere packed with C-4 and a three second delay fuse.

  White Phosphorous Incendiary Grenade M15 (Willy Pete)

  Specifications:

  Weight: 31oz (88g)

  Length: 6in (152mm)

  Diameter:2.5in (63.5mm)

  Maximum Range: 30yds (30m) thrown, blast radius 50ft (17m)

  The white phosphorous released by the grenade burns at approximately 5000 degrees Fahrenheit. Although classified as a smoke grenade, the Willy Pete can also be used to destroy soft targets, and once ignited, the white phosphorous will burn through almost anything.

  ROTTERS ALPHA CONTACT

  06:05 p.m. Zulu

  The Congo

  Democratic Republic of the Congo

  Vogan hefted his pack and led the other two to the west, through the giant mahogany trees. He seemed to know where he was going.

  “Where is he leading us?” Jerry asked.

  “We are still going towards Gatou,” Angel answered.

  “I need to find a victim of the virus,” Vogan stated. “We’ll find one near the village.”

  They walked on through the trees; Jerry had a lot to think about.

  “What are the Kindu?” he asked Angel.

  “Nothing,” his guide replied, but the big man shuddered.

  “Tell me about them,” Jerry asked kindly. “I want to know.”

  “Very well,” Angel said. “When I was very small, an elder of my village told a tale of his youth, long, long ago. He spoke of the Kindu, the accursed dead. As I told you, they were a punishment from the gods. The dead would not remain dead; they roamed the forest, looking for warm flesh to tear and rend. It was said that their souls were trapped in their rotting bodies and could find no peace. In their anger they slew the living, even their own kin. They broke the old taboo; they ate the flesh of men.”

  “We have ghost stories too,” Jerry replied.

  Angel lowered his voice and added, “These were not stories told just to frighten children, Jerry. They were told as a warning. I have tried to forget them, they cannot be true.” He said no more.

  Vogan led them on until they reemerged on the track that led to Gatou. “I saw many of the villagers upon the road near here. We must be very careful,” he warned, “I don’t know much about their senses, but the Pygmies warned me that they will follow a living man for long distances, and that a single bite or scratch will kill. They say that there is no cure, only a sure restless death.”

  Jerry remained skeptical, but he would defer to Vogan’s warnings for now; he seemed serious enough.

  The men crept forward along the track, very close to the trees. As they approached the outskirts of the village, Vogan stopped them. He hid his pack in the trees and suggested to Angel that he do the same. Vogan pulled a short length of pipe from his gear, and brought out a leather pouch and a tapered plastic vial.

  “What are those?” Jerry asked.

  “A blow gun and darts,” Vogan whispered back. He pulled four wicked looking steel darts from the pouch and deftly dipped them in the vial, being careful to shake the excess liquid from their tips. He held the bottle on the palm of his hand for Jerry to see. “This is the paralytic I told you about,” he explained. The liquid was thick, with a yellowish tint. He resealed the bottle and slipped it into a shirt pocket.

  “Follow me, and whatever happens, be quiet!” he hissed. “Any loud noises will bring them all after us. Angel, keep that cannon strapped to your back.”

  “Wait!” Jerry insisted. “If an insinuative poison works on the virus’ victims, it proves that they are alive,” he pointed out. “Poisons delivered by a dart are carried by the bloodstream, and as you know, that requires a pulse! You are disproving your theory right now!”

  Vogan growled, “Don’t lecture me on basic biology, you dilettante. This poison is extremely powerful. The dose on these darts would prove fatal to humans, but as you will see, it barely affects the infected villagers. Just watch and learn. Come on.”

  Jerry wanted to argue more but Vogan was already moving slowly forward along the track. The biologist crouched down low, and slipped smoothly from tree to tree. Angel followed him, a huge gliding shadow. Jerry did his best, but he was clumsy and loud compared to the two woodsmen. After a few minutes of stealthy movement Vogan stopped. Angel and Jerry froze in place behind him.

  A single figure was moving slowly down the road towards them. His movements were jerky and stiff, and his posture seemed unnatural, even to Jerry. He approached their position slowly, then stopped and turned towards them. He was very close.

  Jerry gasped in shock as the man slowly twisted his face to them. His eye sockets had been gutted. The flesh of his face hung in tatters and strips, and his trachea was clearly visible in his shredded throat. His ragged clothing was stained with blackened blood.

  Other Zombie Books Also Available From Spore Press

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  by Carl R Cart

  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EACZR1Q

  “Rotters is a great combination of zombie horror, action adventure and science fiction. Cart's book reminded me more of Congo by Michael Crichton than any of the recent zombie books I've read. The quick paced, non-stop action had me flipping the pages as fast as possible to see what was going to happen next. Cart has an encyclopedic knowledge of military hardware and it's pretty obvious he knows how to field strip a rifle himself.”

  - Amazon Review

  ANTI-SENTIENT

  by Linda J. Butler

  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007Y5KYM8

  “After reading only a few pages, I was totally engrossed. When taking a break, which I had to do every so often since this is not only a genuine page-turner, but also acutely intense, the details of how
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  - The Chronical

  SEASON OF THE DEAD

  by Lucia Adams, Paul Freeman,

  Gerald Johnston, & Sharon Van Orman

  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DYIUB4U

  "It is said that unto everything there is a season...these are the stories of a group of survivors during the season of the dead."

  Four individuals fight to survive as the zombie apocalypse crashes over the world in a wave of terror and destruction. Color, creed, and social standing mean nothing as the virus infects millions across the planet.

  Sharon: a zoologist from Nebraska, USA, has worked with the virus, and has seen the effects on the human mind. She knows more about the virus than nearly anybody alive, and far more than she wants to. Gerry: from Ontario, Canada, he gets his first taste of the virus from inside a prison cell. Locked up after an anti-government riot, his prison guard transforms before his eyes into a flesh craving zombie. Lucia: a chemist from Pittsburgh, USA, flees from a furry convention dressed as a giant squirrel, and escapes from the city in a Fed-Ex van. She's a girl who knows when to run and when to fight. Paul: thinks he can sit out the apocalypse in his apartment block in Dublin, Ireland, until the virus comes to visit, bursting his bubble and leaving him with no choice but to face reality or perish.

  All four begin perilous journeys in mind and body as they face daily trials to survive: Four threads, four different parts of the world, one apocalypse!