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Status Update

So, what’s going on with Contrafactual?

Basically, I’m getting serious about The Nudist War. I’m revising it with the intent of having something that would be in a better format to be publishable. I am re-reading each ‘Day’, fixing typos, fixing the formatting, and adding some additional content. I have scheduled the release of a new ‘Day’ for every Sunday and those will continue out into the future. I will keep the old ‘Day’s for historical reference, but you will need to ‘search’ for them.

To my old readers, I apologize for the delay in getting the new ‘Day’s out, but this is something I had to do. I invite you to start from the beginning of The Nudist War, it will be familiar, but I have made some minor changes.

To my new readers, I hope you will enjoy The Nudist War it is a zombie novel … with a twist.

Thank you again for all of your readership and following in the past and I hope that I can continue to entertain you in the future.


WWZ vs. Day 42

I just finished the Unrated Cut of World War Z purchased from iTunes. I enjoyed it. It was, in my opinion a cut above most Zombie films, with elements of the medical disaster genre (eg. Contagion) thrown in. Unlike many other Zombie movies the plot of this movie also included an attempt to locate patient zero and an attempt to discover a “cure”.

I have also read Max Brooks original book World War Z, and I must say that the only thing in common between book and movie is the name. Fans of the book who expected a movie that followed the book, even remotely, will be disappointed. That having been said I recommend World War Z to anyone who likes Zombie flicks in particular and thrillers in general. It is really more of an adventure/thriller movie than a horror movie.

I had been concerned that WWZ the movie had independently introduced the same concepts I am introducing in Day 42 (DayZ of DiZeaZe). With possible exception of Fast Zombies (as commented on by Jack Flacco), WWZ and Day 42 have nothing in common.


WWZ: the infected are call Zombies (or in two instances Zeeks)
Day 42: the infected are called Zs, pronounced Zees, (or Zeds)

WWZ: incubation and zombification takes place in seconds or minutes after being bitten with 100% transmission efficiency
Day 42: incubation period is a week or more after initial onset with 50% death and 50% zombification

WWZ: transmission mechanism is via being bitten by the infected
Day 42: transmission mechanism is unknown

WWZ: zombies are fast, but clumsy
Day 42: Zs are fast and graceful

WWZ: zombies are ugly and undead
Day 42: Zs can be beautiful, as beautiful or ugly as their former human selves

WWZ: zombies are semi-immortal, head shots and burning do the trick, but even burned bodies can still twitch
Day 42: Zs are very much alive and, although difficult to kill, once dead stay dead

WWZ: zombies appear to be mindless and uncooperative
Day 42: Zs have non-human animal intelligence and hunt in cooperative packs

WWZ: zombies are strong
Day 42: Zs are stronger

WWZ: zombies are clothed
Day 42: Zs are naked

WWZ: humans with a serious or terminal illness are “invisible” to zombies
Day 42: humans with Multiple Sclerosis appear to be immune to the HZV virus

Note: I am still wrestling with the name. Day 42 is both the name of the book and the name of the first chapter, so I subtitled it “Day 42 (DayZ of DiZeaZe)”. But I am second guessing the name. Which do think sounds better?
Day 42
Day 42 (DayZ of DiZeaZe)
Day 42 (DaZ of d’Zs)


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A Dark and Stormy Night

This is an excerpt from a future chapter. To start at the beginning go >> HERE << ]

Copyright © 2013 by Christian Bergman, All rights reserved.

I just posted this as a reply to http://cmsgardnerblog.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/writing-challenge-write-a-paragraph-beginning-with-it-was-a-dark-and-stormy-night/



It was a dark and stormy night. Jess decided to go up on the roof for some fresh air. She had been couped-up in the lab far too long and desperately needed to get outside, even if it was just on the roof. She grabbed a raincoat from the closet, a pair of binoculars, and her favorite semi-automatic .410 gauge shotgun. Eddy was asleep in the next room and Tom, Cindy, Maxine, and Wolf were sleeping soundly in their makeshift accomodations in the break room. Wolf wagged his tail as Jess passed him. “Shhhh”, she whispered, “I won’t be gone long.”

She looked through the small window in the stairway door to make sure that it was safe, then quickly unlocked the door with her key. Once in the stairway she immediately relocked the door. She had previously turned off the motion sensors between the lab and the roof so as not to wake anyone. “I doubt that they will coming down from the roof tonight,” she thought. Zs weren’t known for their climbing ability.

She quickly climbed the several flights of stairs to the roof door. She looked out the small window, but it was too dark to see anything. “Never been a problem before,” she thought. She turned on the flashlight and laser sight, which were mounted below the barrel of her shotgun, unlocked the door and silently stepped outside.

The wind was cold and damp blowing in from the Gulf. The salt smell of the sea was full in her nostrils, clean and fresh, unlike the filtered and re-filtered air of the lab. She scanned the roof with the flash light. “All clear,” she noted mentally. The door opened onto the roof just under the backup generator platform. At this elevation the possibility of flooding was nil and there were no known hurricane force winds that could damage them. The generators were well anchored. She stepped out from under the generator platform and looked up to see the full moon “sailing” through the low scudding clouds. Every so often a wave of light rain washed over her, pushed on by the wind.

Jess walked over to the edge of the railing and scanned the beach with the binoculars. Nothing. She scanned the streets surrounding the lab building, following them back to the beach. Nothing. “Wonder where they are sleeping tonight?” she mused. The fact that Zs had been seen on the parking garage security cameras several times in the past few days was cause for concern. She made sure to check the garage cameras before going out, but it was still disconcerting.

After several minutes, Jess heard a distant wailing cry. It sounded like it was several miles away. The shrieking grew as other voices joined it and rose and fell in volume as it was carried by the wind. It could have been a pack of coyotes or wolves, but these were all too obviously human voices. The sound sent a chill up and down Jess’s spine. It was suddenly too cold to be outside.

Jess turned and walked briskly back to the stairwell. “Enough fresh air for tonight,” she thought to herself as she closed and locked the door behind her and descended the stairs to the lab.

The Containers

[This is an excerpt from a future chapter. To start at the beginning go >> HERE << ]

Copyright © 2013 by Christian Bergman, All rights reserved.


They walked into the center of the shipping containers. Jess looked around at the shipping containers stacked and bolted three-high and hoped that they would be tall enough. Under MAN’s supervision, the twenty-four, 40 ft. shipping containers had been arranged in a rough octagon. Seven of the corners had been sealed off by butting the containers on one side of the corner up against the containers on the other side.

The remaining corner had a small gap just big enough for a person or Z to fit through. At the far end of the three stacked shipping containers on the right side of the gap (facing in) was a large D10 dozer. Once the Zs were inside the ring of shipping containers, the dozer would push the stack of shipping containers forward to seal the gap. The dozer operator would be accompanied by two heavily armed guards for protection.

The mast of a boom crane projected up and over the center of the enclosure. Zs were extremely finicky, only live prey would do. Prior attempts to lure Zs with dead animals or butchered meat we’re dismal failures. A human lure in a climbing harness would be attached to the hook of the boom crane and lifted to safety once the gap was closed off.
On top of the containers men would lie on their stomachs hidden from the outside. Each would have a rifle or a shotgun (or both), but would not use them unless things got out of control. The idea was to catch the Zs alive. Like the dozer operator the crane operator similarly had two heavily armed guards for protection.

A large cargo net lay on the ground enclosed by the containers. Once the human lure was safely extracted, a second boom crane located outside the containers on the opposite side from the first boom crane would lift the net capturing the Zs snared within. With the net full of Zs suspended outside of the container enclosure, the capture team would bind their feet and hands with zip-tie cuffs and put bags over each of their heads. MAN had plenty of practice as a Navy Seal with this part of operation. And, yes, two more heavily armed guards for the second boom crane.

Luring the Zs to the trap was a simple enough matter. Waiting at the beach was a dirt bike with driver and passenger in radio contact with MAN at the containers. They would cruise the beach looking for Zs. Once they found them, they would lure them back to the containers. The “bait” attached to boom crane would stand just outside the gap then run into the enclosure to lure in the Zs, allowing the motorcyclists to escape to safety. At the last possible minute the “bait” would be lifted to safety and the dozer would seal the entrance. The net full of Zs would be hoisted off the ground and, when conditions were safe, lowered to a position just above the ground outside of the enclosure. The whole operation would be easy peasy.