“I am Britannia. I am your protector. I will fend off the hungry hordes of undead hands that reach toward you. I am your steadfast defender. I will stand between you and the zombie masses as they try to taste your flesh. I am strong, unyielding, and dedicated to your survival. All I ask from you… is your blood.”
A 500 year bloody game of vengeance will need to be put on hold if vampires are to survive the zombie uprising. Bitter enemies, Britannia and Nicholas must work together to save un-infected humans, delivering them to a stronghold in Scotland.
Unable to drink the zombie blood, vampires need humans to stay alive. But will they tell the survivors who they are, and what they want from them? Will Britannia be able to hold back her vengeance? Is survivor Josh the reincarnation of Britannia’s murdered true love? And can she bring herself to deliver him to the safe hold?
Survival instincts run deep, but bad blood can run deeper.
Nicky Peacock’s Bad Blood is the PERFECT Halloween read. Full of gore, a badass heroine, and tons of snark, this vampires vs. zombies dystopia is made for horror lovers and adrenaline junkies alike.
•For a topic so dark and dismal, the zombie/vampire apocalypse, Bad Blood is surprisingly light-hearted and a delightfully quick read. The playful banter between Nicholas and Britannia speeds the plot along and keeps the reader constantly entertained. They’re charming together, witty, and the simmering tension is enough to make anyone eager to see what happens next.
•Britannia is one fiercely independent lady with a grudge the size of a boulder resting on her shoulders. She has no filter, is prone to bouts of unmatched violence and carnage, and laughs hard at full on murder. While this may seem like a calculated and heartless killer, Britannia has lots of love to give and it is her love that preserves her humanity. Britannia is haunted by a romance from her past, a soul mate, that she can’t get over and it is his memory that dictates her life and fuels her vengeance. It’s this side of Britannia that wins you over and makes you hurt for her, the part of her that was robbed of her human life and never got a chance to live out her love. On a lighter note, Britannia is a Doctor Who junkie, loves rock bands, and has dazzling blue hair. She’s quite the eclectic, eccentric character.
•Britannia’s battle rage is epic. She becomes this demonic, bloodthirsty creature of doom. Quick on her feet and overly confident in her abilities, she rushes headfirst into hordes of zombies, jumping, kicking and severing limbs.
•The plot is clearly defined and doesn’t waver or leave any unanswered questions.
•The final showdown is like a rebirth for Britannia and it’s almost poetic, well as poetic as slaying zombies and defeating the bad guys while barely escaping by skin off her fangs.
•Scenes with Danny and the children are warm and compassionate. The way that children look at monsters with intrigue and clarity is unique and highlighted. While the parents are busy freaking out and complicating things, the children go with it and think it’s pretty cool.
•Some of the British references went over my head a little. The Doctor Who ones were priceless but some celebrities and terms took guesswork and a quick Google search.
•The action scenes blurred together. There was so much battle that it became almost monotonous and lacked detailed description. Cleaving off heads with a scythe is good and well, I want to envision it down to the blood spray and pulsing arteries. (That may be a personal preference, however, as the story went on there was a shift to more telling than showing during battle scenes).
•Love was a barely there thread of an idea. The relationship between Britannia and Josh was weak, sudden, and didn’t have time to evolve. Slight instalove.
We ran to the hospital. On the way, we encountered hardly anyone, alive or dead. Where were they all? When we arrived at the hospital car park, I understood. Zombies were pack animals. A massive crowd of them were crammed in and around the main building like they were waiting for a concert to start, all barely paying attention to their surroundings and seemingly swaying against the force of gravity. The other thing was the smell. When watching horror films filled with shuffling zombies, the horror came from their ghastly looks—the reminder that death has a tight grip on us all, well, most of us.
But what the filmmakers should focus on—if they could—was the acidic rank odor zombies gave off. They had been dead barely twenty-four hours. It took a normal human body at least thirty-six hours to really start to smell, and that was with a vampire’s heightened senses. These guys smelled like they’d been out in the sun for three weeks covered in rubbish and besieged by wily maggots. They were mostly intact, though. Maybe this hospital had been Zombie Ground Zero. Most had turned so quickly their comrades hadn’t had time to feed.
“Maybe we should try a less populated target.” Nicholas twitched his nose and turned away from me to dry retch.
“Maybe you should grow a pair.”
“Maybe you should act like a lady.” He now had his hands on his hips, squaring up for yet another argument.
“Acting like a lady isn’t going to help now, is it? What do you want me to do? Drop my handkerchief in front of the zombies and watch them fight one another to scoop it up for me? Moron!”
“Always to the ‘nth degree with you, isn’t it?”
“Shut up. Look, the doors are holding, and they’re outside, not inside, which means there must be some people left in there alive to have barricaded this place so tight.”
“Or maybe there are just more zombies in there.”
“Well, there’s definitely a blood bank in there, and that’ll help matters no end!”
Nicholas looked thoughtful then nodded. He of course didn’t want to actually say aloud that I’d had a good idea. “So, how do we get past them?”
I assumed it was a rhetorical question, so I started down to the car park entrance, where most of the zombies were mobbing. I opened the outer door as quietly as possible.
“Ladies first,” Nicholas whispered in my ear.
“I thought we’d agreed I wasn’t a lady.” And with that, I shoved him as hard as I could into the throbbing throng of zombies.
Published by Evernight Teen http://www.evernightteen.com/
I guess I’ve always been a storyteller, not in a ‘liar liar pants on fire’ kind of way, although I do work in advertising! When I was little, kids would crowd around me in the playground and I’d tell them tales of blood soaked horror filled with vampires, werewolves, ghosts and more. Yes, most would consider me a disturbed child, but my playmates couldn’t help themselves, they’d huddle around me every break time like an ancient tribe feeding off the fear; and that’s how I learned that horror stories hold a certain power, no matter what some might say, everyone is addicted to a good scare, especially if it is somewhat rooted safely in unrealistic beings… or are they unrealistic?
Writing was really a natural progression. Right now I’m obsessed with writing: a YA Urban Fantasy novel, a Paranormal Romance novella series, and several short horror stories! So I’m currently living in a functional fiction coma – and loving it!
I’ve so far been published in 5 countries: USA, UK, Australia, Ireland and Canada and had short stories included in 40 anthologies with over 17 publishers.
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