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My name is not really Erica Stevens, it is a pen name that I chose in memory of two amazing friends lost too soon.I was born in New York and moved to Mass as a child. I spent my time growing up between NY and Mass so I have some interesting times when sports games roll around. I was fortunate enough to marry my best friend over two years ago and I don't know what I'd do without him. I have a large, crazy, fun loving family that just loves to laugh. My parents are the strongest people I know. I have an older brother and sister, and a younger sister, who have blessed me with many nieces and nephews and great nieces and nephews. I am nowhere near as old as the great nieces and nephews make me sound. I love to read and have wanted to be a writer since I was nine years old. I also write more adult romance novels under the pen name of Brenda K. Davies.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Giveaway Winner!

The winner for the amazon gift card has been chosen and it is Jamie Davis! Thank you to everyone that participated there were many questions submitted that will help make the app amazing!

Friday, July 18, 2014

Update!

I want to thank everyone for all the kind words and well wishes. It has been an extremely difficult time but your continued support has helped to make it a little easier. I also promised an update so here it goes. There will be no new Survivor chapter this week, but they will return Mon. 7/28/14. There may be another interruption at some point, but I'm hoping that I will be able to keep up the weekly writing and posting of them on a continuous basis from now on. I am also going to do the cover reveal and synopsis for the new Brenda K. Davies book tomorrow. Again thank you everyone!

Monday, July 14, 2014

Giveaway!

***$25 Amazon gift card GIVEAWAY!!!!***

Hi everyone, a friend of mine is putting a gaming app together for The Captive Series. I need to come up with 30-35 questions from **ALL** of the books in The Captive Series for the app. I thought that I would ask you guys for help with this. What I would like you to do is message me your question, and the answer, through my email at ericastevensgcp@gmail.com. You can enter more than one question and answer.

All people that send a question will be entered to win a $25 Amazon giftcard. One lucky winner will be chosen one week from now on Monday 7/21/14 at 3:00 PM EST.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Delay in the Chronicles.

Hi everyone, I wanted to let you know that I lost my father, and my hero, yesterday. I won't be able to post the Survivor Chronicles tomorrow and it may be a few weeks before they return. I also won't be on as often, so just bare with me if it takes me awhile to get back to you. I will do so as quickly as I can though. I'm sorry for the delay in the Chronicles, but I'm sure everyone can understand and I will post updates. Thank you for your patience.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Redemption Character Photos

This is close to what I see the characters of Redemption looking like. Feel free to share your own!
 
 
Jack

Hannah

William

Lucas

Ellen

Timber

Calvin

Uncle Abe

Hannah 2

Monday, June 30, 2014

The Survivor Chronicles: Book 3, The Forsaken is now available!

The Survivor Chronicles: Book 3, The Forsaken is now available on Amazon, Apple, B&N, Kobo, Smashwords, and Paperback.

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KXHPA96
Apple iBooks https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/survivor-chronicles-book-3/id887052038?mt=11&uo=4
B&N http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-survivor-chronicles-erica-stevens/1119702694?ean=2940045995221
Kobo http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/the-survivor-chronicles-book-3-the-forsaken-serial-story-3
Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/445733
Paperback http://www.amazon.com/dp/1499704836

The Survivor Chronicles: Book 4 (Chapter 6, Xander) Unedited Version


Xander,

 

   Xander took hold of Riley’s hand as he stepped into the shadowed interior of the store. The heady scent of the flowers hit him first. His nose wrinkled at the potent odor as he took in the dead and wilted bouquets still gathered on the counter, the walk-in coolers, and hanging in the front windows. Stalks drooped, brown petals littered the floor, and in the other room he could see large plants that had fallen over and were lying on the ground.

   Beneath the counter was a single flashlight that was pointing up at the underside of the shelf. Its dim beam barely illuminated the woman, and a boy about Rochelle’s age, that were standing behind the counter. There was a rifle on the counter, the woman’s hand was resting upon the barrel of it but she made no move to lift it. She had a rounded figure with ample breasts. Her graying dark brown hair had been pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, her hazel eyes were troubled as she watched them filter into the room. She kept her arm locked around the slender boy’s chest as she held him against her. The boy’s hazel eyes were nearly the same color as the woman’s, his brown hair was a shaggy mop that curled at the nape of his neck.

   The large man remained in the doorway until Mary Ellen stepped inside with Rochelle. He quietly closed and locked the door behind them. The man’s gaze ran over all of them before settling on the bag in John’s hand. John held the bag out to him and the man quickly took it. He opened the bag and peered inside before giving it to the woman.

   “I’m Jim,” he introduced. “That’s my wife Claire and our son Freddie.”

   Carl extended his hand to the man and shook it as he introduced all of them. Xander watched Freddie as the boy tore into a granola bar from the bag. Claire and Jim had to be hungry too, but neither of them touched the food, they simply watched their son eat. “Did you own this store?” Al inquired.

   Jim shook his head as he glanced around the florist shop. “No. Our home was about a mile down the road but it caught on fire after the quakes. We came to this area in search of help, or some answers, and in the beginning there was rescue personal that helped to keep everyone organized and under control. We were staying in the motel with a bunch of other survivors, but then the sickness began to spread and there was no control anymore.”

   “When the ones with the sickness started to turn on us, we fled, but this was as far as we got. There were so many of them and just the three of us. We hid in the first place we could find. In the beginning we had some supplies, but we ran out yesterday. Jim was going to go out tomorrow to try and find something but…” Claire’s words trailed off as her gaze went past them to the backdoor.

   “We hear them out there,” Jim said. “Moving around at night, hunting.”

   “Killing,” Freddie whispered.

   Claire took hold of the bag. She removed a couple more granola bars and two bottles of water before placing the bag under the counter. “We don’t know what’s going on out there anymore.” Jim’s voice was hushed as his gaze turned to the glass front windows with the curtains pulled over them. “We haven’t seen anyone that wasn’t sick in a couple of weeks. I was beginning to think that maybe we were the last ones left.”

   Riley shuddered beside him; she wrapped her hand around his arm as she took a step closer to him. Xander couldn’t imagine the loneliness and confusion these three people had to have been going through while hiding in here. “What is it like out there now?” Claire asked.

   “Better than the area that we came from,” John said. “But those sick ones, they seem to be getting more aggressive.”

   “And there seems to be more of them,” Josh said quietly.

   “The destruction here isn’t as bad as it was in Mass and Rhode Island,” Al said.

   “Is that where you’re from?” Jim inquired.

   “Most of us.”

   Nancy remained hovering nervously by the doorway, her head was bent, her hands folded before her. Though she appeared calmer than when they’d first encountered her, there was still almost a feral air surrounding her. Xander watched her before turning back to the couple and child before him. Jim pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped at the sweat lining his forehead and upper lip.

   “I always wanted to see the ocean,” Claire murmured.

   “Believe me, you don’t want to see it when it’s chasing you down the highway,” John muttered. Carl shot him a look but John’s face remained impassive as he stared back at his friend. “Well it’s true.”

   Carl turned back to Claire. “It was beautiful,” he told them. “But I’d suggest staying away for awhile.”

   “I don’t think we’ll be taking any trips anytime soon,” Jim said.

   Carl gave a small snort before lifting his hat and pushing his hair back. “We should probably move the vehicles before they’re noticed.”

   “I don’t think those things are coherent enough to realize that the vehicles are out there,” Jim said.

   “They’re a lot smarter than you would think,” Xander told him as he fished the keys for the Ford out of his pocket. “Don’t ever discredit them; it will only get you killed.”

   Jim’s eyes darted worriedly toward his family before going back to the door. “Are we in danger because we let you in here?”

   “You’ve been in danger this whole time,” Peter said bluntly. “You didn’t have much of a choice about letting us in.”

   “Peter,” Riley hissed.

   Xander grabbed hold of her arm and shook his head when she shifted her gun before her. Peter didn’t even look at her as his jaw remained locked and his eyes returned to the family gathered by the cash register. “It will be fine,” Carl assured them, though his eyes remained on Peter. “We just have to get the vehicles out of sight.”

   Jim nodded but he didn’t look overly convinced. “There’s plenty of woods around here but I’m not sure you’re going to be able to put a car in them.”

   Carl glanced around the room. “Xander, Donald, and John, why don’t you guys get the vehicles somewhere safe?”

   Xander nodded and squeezed Riley’s hand. “I’m coming with you,” she said quietly.

   “No, stay here.” He pressed his lips against her ear so that no one else would hear what he was saying to her. “There’s a reason Carl is staying in here. He might need your help with Peter or with Jim.”

   She looked torn as she glanced between Jim, Peter, and then him. He thought she might fight him but she gave a brief bow of her head instead. “Be careful,” she whispered.

   “Always.” He kissed her quickly before joining John and Donald by the door.

   Donald pushed the door open and stepped out into the peaceful night. Nothing moved, not even a breeze stirred the trees, but he knew how much looks could be deceiving. Xander had no idea where they were going to put the truck as he searched the trees surrounding the back of the store. They could probably maneuver the cars in between some of those trees, but the truck would be a lot more difficult and he wasn’t sure the cars would be completely hidden.

   Xander glanced at the parking lot next door and then across the street from them. “We might have to put them across the street,” he said quietly to John.

   “I think we should get all of them out of this parking lot,” Donald said. “I don’t know how we’re going to get any of them into the trees, and even if we could there’s still no guarantee that the cars presences in the woods won’t alert the sick people to our presences here. There’s enough vehicles in the Home Depot across the street that they might not be noticed, and if they are…”

   “The sick ones will probably go for the department store first,” John finished when Donald’s voice trailed off.

   “Yeah,” Donald said as his gaze continued to search the night. “I just hate being so far away from the truck and cars.”

   “I don’t think we have a choice. Let’s go,” Xander said.

   He hurried to the car and slid inside. He couldn’t see the ignition well and it took him a couple of tries before he was finally able to slide the key into it. John was already moving out of the parking lot when he turned the ignition over. The sound of the car firing up set his teeth on edge but he shifted it into drive and searched the night as he drove it cautiously out of the parking lot.

   He didn’t dare turn the lights on, but the other vehicles headlights had fired to life automatically. The automatic headlights were a feature he was beginning to despise as he followed the others onto the road, and into the massive parking lot across the street. There appeared to be about thirty cars in the parking lot but he couldn’t be sure as he slid the car in between two others and quickly turned it off.

   Feeling as if he was leaving a little bit of his salvation and security behind, he reluctantly locked the doors and climbed out from behind the wheel. He joined Donald and John next to the truck. “I don’t feel good about this,” Donald whispered.

   “We don’t have much of a choice,” Xander said. “There’s nowhere else for us to hide them and we have to get them out of that parking lot. If Jim and his family can hear the sick people outside at night that means they’re moving through the parking lot over there.”

   He had said the words but his feet stayed in place as he glanced at the vehicles that had gotten them this far. “We can probably keep an eye on them from the florist shop and no one can take them without the keys,” John said.

   “What about the supplies in the back of the truck?” Donald inquired.

   “Do you want to run them back and forth across the street?” John asked. “There’s not much left but it would take us more than one trip each to carry what remains across the street.”

   “We can’t risk that, let’s just get some supplies for the night, and get out of this parking lot,” Xander said quietly.

   He followed them to the back doors of the truck and held one open for John to climb into the bed. His eyes ran rapidly over the parking lot as he searched for anything out there that could be a threat. John sat on the edge of the truck and jumped down with a bag clutched in his hand. Xander took the bag from him as John turned to close the door.

   Slinking through the shadows next to the Home Depot building, Xander spotted something moving amongst them. He seized hold of John’s arm and pushed him against the doors of the truck as the loud grunts of some of the sick people drifted through the night.

   The beat of his heart accelerated, his head began to pound with the rapid pulses of his blood. Xander released John as he brought his gun before him and gripped it with both hands. John placed the bag of supplies under the truck and moved toward the side of it. Following behind him, Xander stayed low as they edged around to the side of the truck.

   The strange grunts grew closer and the scuffling sounds of those things feet slapping against the asphalt filled the air. Xander knelt down on the asphalt to peer under the truck, but he saw nothing amongst the bottom of the vehicles parked within the lot. Lifting his head, he shook it no in response to the questioning look he saw in John’s eyes.

   He jumped and spun toward the back of the truck as something behind them shattered. A loud crash filled the air seconds before a woman began to scream in a loud continuous wail that made him want to clasp his hands over his ears but he had to keep his gun at the ready. Like a fire whistle, the woman started to release a series of short screams that would have pierced his eardrums if he had been any closer to her. The agony and terror behind those screams made him want to go to the woman, to try and save her, but he knew it was already too late and he didn’t even know where to begin looking for her.

   The scream abruptly cut off and then one more high wail resonated through the air. This time the silence that followed stretched into seconds that seemed to extend into hours but were probably no more than minutes. His hand trembled as he lifted it up to push his sweat soaked hair away from his forehead. Donald and John had taken on a sick, pasty hue as they exchanged a look. Neither of them made an attempt to move, even though the parking lot remained completely silent.

   Xander took a deep breath, rested his hand against the side of the truck and cautiously lifted his head to look through the windows of the mini-van beside them. He peered into the windows in an attempt to search the night beyond the vehicles, but nothing moved within the darkness. Even still, he felt that moving away from the truck was a bad idea right now.

   He sat back against the truck again and poked his head underneath it. He didn’t know what he hoped to accomplish, or what he thought he would see, but he was greeted with nothing but darkness and asphalt. He sat back up and leaned against the mini-van. Donald went to move but Xander grabbed hold of his arm to hold him in place.

   “Wait.”

   Donald frowned at him. “What’s wrong?”

   “I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s safe right now. Stay here.”

   Leaning back down, he slid underneath the truck and crawled on his belly to the other side. The asphalt was rough against his chest and stomach. The acrid smell of the oil that had seeped into the asphalt drifted up to him, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He searched the parking lot around him but the moonless night and cars obscured most of his view. Silently slipping out from under the truck, he crawled on his knees to the car beside the truck. He lifted his head to peer through the windows toward the store.

   He ducked quickly away when he spotted three figures running through the gloom on the side of the building. His breath hissed out of him as he leaned his back against the car. Across the way, he could barely make out the sign on top of the building that marked the floral shop. His mind spun and adrenaline rushed through his body as he took a few deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself and gather his thoughts.

   Turning back around, he rested his fingertips against the window and lifted his head to barely peek through the window again. He didn’t see anyone amongst the shadows but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. His head tilted back as he searched the tops of the vehicles before scanning the roof of the store. He wouldn’t be surprised to see them moving along the roofs of either; the rabidly sick humans seemed to enjoy climbing things.

   Like chimpanzees, he thought silently. He wondered if perhaps the virus that had been released from the earth was not only some form of meningoencephalitis, but something that caused people to revert to a more primate-like state. If it was a virus from the early days of human evolution, he assumed it could be a possibility. Those people were definitely driven by something more primitive and far more feral than anything that resided within a fully evolved human.

   Nothing moved amongst the roof of the store or the tops of the vehicles though. Xander retreated and crawled beneath the truck to rejoin the others. “Did you see anything?” John demanded in a whisper.

   “Three of them disappearing around the side of the building. I didn’t see any others though,” he answered.

   “I’m so tired of these sick freaks,” John muttered.

   So was he, but he kept silent as he strained to hear anything out there. “What do we do?” Donald asked.

   They couldn’t stay here; they were sitting ducks if they did, especially if more of those things came along. But if they got up now and tried to make it back to the florist shop they would be exposed and they could be putting the others at risk. They’d gotten lucky that they hadn’t been spotted when they’d moved the vehicles across the street; he knew those things would have already been on them if they had seen them. Or maybe they had been seen and those things were just playing with them.

   A chill like the kind he got when someone dropped ice down his shirt slid over his spine. He dropped his forehead into his hand as his mind spun. Somewhere in the far off distance, he heard another cry, but this one had nothing to do with pain and suffering. It was the cry of something on the hunt, and whatever was on the hunt was excited.

   He cursed as he dropped his hand back down to his side. He looked to the others but he saw the same hopelessness in their eyes as he felt curling within his soul. They couldn’t stay here; they would be discovered. They may already have been discovered and were just being toyed with, but if they moved there was a good chance they would be spotted or that they would lead those things directly back to the others.

   Sorrow filled him as he thought of Riley. She was probably already worried sick, never mind if he didn’t make it back tonight. Never mind if he didn’t make it back at all. He didn’t want to think about the consequences of that, of what it would do to her, it would only make him reckless if he did.

   Sitting back on his heels, Xander pressed his back against the truck as another scream resonated through the night.

   “We survive, somehow,” Xander finally answered.