Thursday, May 31, 2012

Zombie Night in Canada: First Period” by Jamie Friesen Spotlight and Giveaway

“Zombie Night in Canada: First Period”
By Jamie Friesen
Action, Horror, Post-Apocalyptic, Thriller


Tokyo. Sydney. Beijing. Cairo. Paris. Rome. New York. Los Angeles. One by one, the world’s great cities fell to the zombie plague. What chance does a small, non-descript city in Canada like Edmonton have?

The world as we know it is finished. Civilization has collapsed and humanity is on the brink of extinction. Billions of people are dead, victims of a horrific plague.

Bi-weekly paychecks, Tim Horton’s double doubles, men’s league hockey and cheap winter vacations to Cancun. That was the life Xander Barnes had known for years until a pandemic swept the globe. Efforts to slow its spread or develop quarantine zones, in many cases were too little, too late.

Nowadays, life consisted of avoiding the plague victims, ghouls who had an insatiable appetite for human flesh and finding enough food to survive day to day. How long can one ordinary man survive in a world gone mad?


“Gentlemen, it’s going to be a race to get to the cars, so I suggest you hurry. Larry and Greg, run to the Sheriff’s office and see if there is more ammo and maybe some working flashlights. We’ll meet you at the ramp by the fountain in one minute,” Darryl said. “If you’re not there in time, we’ll leave you behind. Got it?”

“Got it!” they echoed.

Just then the doors to the Bowker Building opened again and dozens of infected streamed out. The two groups raced off. John and Darryl reloaded as they ran and got to the stairs, hiding behind a planter filled with sub tropical plants, with the older men a dozen steps behind them. Sunlight poured in from a skylight and illuminated the area. Greg glanced out the windows and saw that the Legislative Grounds were filled with dozens more infected. When the old men had finally caught up to them, they raced down the stairs. John tossed a table onto its side and shoved all three of them behind it.

“Stay,” he ordered tersely.

Larry and Greg followed Darryl’s orders and raced into the office. Greg ran into the back room and fired his pistol twice into a locked cabinet. The lock shattered and he ripped it open, pulling out a pair of pump action shotguns. He loaded shells into each and stuffed more in his vest pockets. He stuffed several pistol magazines in as well and scrambled back out to the front office, where Larry was tearing a desk apart looking for batteries.

“I can’t find any!” Larry hollered.

“Forget the batteries, let’s get going!” Greg yelled, grabbing a jacket off a nearby chair and threw it on.

Greg tossed a shotgun to Larry and jammed the half empty box of shells into his hands. Then he tore out the door without another word. Larry pulled one last drawer open and yelled, “Jackpot!” He stuffed a couple packs of batteries into his over-sized pockets and followed Greg out the door, tossing on a heavy jacket as well. A second later, Larry heard a shotgun blast. As he ran out into the hallway, he saw Greg standing there, firing his shotgun into a huge group of infected, blood and flesh exploding from the lifeless victims.

“This way,” Larry shouted and raced for the ramp that spiraled down to the lower level. Greg followed, and they took turns, running and firing, covering each other’s back whenever possible. They made it to the bottom of the ramp and saw John and Darryl firing into a group of infected, coming down the stairs that were located at the south edge of the ramp. The premier and cabinet ministers huddled in abject fear only a few feet away.

The infected from the Bowker Building were coming down the ramp and Larry turned and fired at them. In the narrow confines of the ramp, every shot finished off several infected, but their numbers suddenly seemed limitless. Dozens, if not hundreds, poured down the ramp from the ground floor.

Darryl’s pistol’s slide jacked back as the magazine emptied. “Did you find us any ammo?” he screamed at Greg.

Greg tossed over all four of the magazines he had found. Darryl shoved one in and resumed firing. Suddenly the way was clear.

“Let’s go!” Darryl hollered.

He grabbed the premier and then both he and John raced down the tunnel towards the parking lot. The two cabinet ministers followed in their steps, with the two young sheriffs firing into the ever expanding pack of infected. A door to the Legislative Annex on their left from opened, and more infected flooded into the hallway as they ran past it.

“Sir, run for the end of the hallway!” John yelled. Charchuk and two cabinet ministers continued down the darkened tunnel.

John and Darryl stopped and fired point blank into the infected.

“Last magazine, make ‘em count!” Darryl said over the gunfire to John, as he passed him a magazine. John nodded.

“Greg, Larry, come on!” Darryl shouted, as the sheriffs were on the verge of being cut off by the host of infected flowing from the Annex. They ran backwards and stood shoulder to shoulder with Darryl and John. Natural light from three periscopes flooded the hallway with an eerie light, adding to the emergency lights mounted on high on the walls.

John and Darryl fired again and again until both were out of ammunition. Darryl’s gun clicked on an empty chamber. He glanced around, looking for something, anything to hold off the infected. He ran to several nearby display cases, marked ‘Alberta Legislature’, which had a display about the provincial government. One cabinet was stuffed with replicas of both the Legislature’s mace and several medieval-era battle maces, and he smashed the glass with butt of his pistol. He jammed the pistol back into its holster and reached into the case, pulling out a pair of wicked looking maces and leaving the gaudy, gold-painted Legislative replica behind.

He ran back to John and gave him one, then attacked the infected reaching for him with an over-handed swing. The mace came down and crushed the infected teenager’s skull, sending blood and brain matter in every direction. John emulated him and they cut a bloody swath through the infected. The young sheriffs, also out of ammunition, were now using the butt end of their shotguns like clubs to fend off the infected.

They fell back slowly, responding to any attempt by the infected to get around
them. Bit by bit, they were moving closer and closer to the parkade.

Q: How long have you been writing? How many published books do you have, and what genres?

I've been writing for just over a decade. Zombie Night in Canada: First Period is my first novel, but I have written short stories and screenplays during my foray into writing. 

Q: Do you write in multiple genres or just one? If just one, do you ever consider straying outside your genre?

I write in a variety of genres - sci-fi, horror, techno-thriller. Frankly, even though Zombie Night in Canada: First Period has zombies, I don't really consider it horror, but post-apocalyptic fiction where the instrument of mayhem is undead instead of an asteroid, solar flare or peak oil. 

Q: Are you a plotter or do you write from the seat of your pants?

I typically write from the seat of my pants after I create a basic three act structure (beginning, middle, end). Once that's done, I tend to let the story take me where it will, even though I might have some ideas about what might happen. 

Q: What is a typical writing day like for you?

I get up early (5 a.m. or so) and try to write for an hour, I also like to write on my lunch break at work and if (a very big if), I get a chance to do some more before bedtime, I write then too. I don't set daily word goals for myself, but I do try and set general goals (Story X needs to be done in a month, Novel Y needs to be done by year-end). 

Q: Who do you love to read? Favorite authors, favorite books?

It all depends on what I’m in the mood to read. If it’s fantasy, I’ll go with Raymond Feist or Terry Brooks. For sci-fi, I’d probably go with David Drake, David Weber, or Jerry Pournelle. Alternate history sci-fi would be wither S.M. Stirling or Harry Turtledove.

For non-fiction, I really enjoy Malcolm Gladwell and Chris Anderson 

Q: What is something you'd like to accomplish in your writing career next year?

To finish all three projects I'm currently working on. 

Q: If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?

The ability to fly. 

Q: If you could keep a mythical/ paranormal creature as a pet, what would you have?

I think a griffon would be a pretty cool pet. 

Q: Tell us a little about your latest release.

I wrote this novel simply because a friend came up with a great title. Zombie Night in Canada is a word play on Hockey Night in Canada – which for many of us is as important as Monday Night Football. Having read a number of books in the genre, I noticed that most took place in New York City, Texas or London, and could not find something that took place in Canada, so that’s why I wrote it. I also wanted to write a story in which the police and military weren’t portrayed as a bunch of sociopaths. 

The plot is basically this; the zombie apocalypse occurs and it details how several characters deal with it – each from a different perspective. The everyman fortifies his place and hopes to ride out the storm, the police officer is tasked with dealing with the zombies once their numbers escalate, and the soldier does his level best to control the situation once it grows beyond the capabilities of the police to deal with. 

Q: What is something that you absolutely can't live without? (Other than family members)

I think I would die if I couldn't eat cheese - and I don't mean processed (American) cheese, but real, honest to goodness extra-old cheddar! 

Q: Could you ever co author a book with someone? If so, who would you choose, and what would you write?

I've co-written screenplays with another author, so no, I'd be willing to co-author a book with someone else. 

Q: If you could spend a day with anyone from history, dead or alive, who would it be, and what would you do? What would you ask them?

I think Ernest Hemingway would be a fascinating interview - I'd love to talk about his experiences in both World Wars and the Spanish Civil War. 

Q: What are some of your other hobbies outside of writing?

I love bicycling, reading, movies, sports and PC gaming.

Q: If you were on the staff to have a book adapted to movie, what would you pick?

I'd love to see Red Storm Rising (Tom Clancy) made into a movie. 

Of course, with the collapse of the USSR 20 years ago, WW3 seems farther away than ever, but the battle scenes in the book are gripping. 

Q: What is a talent you wish you had, but don't?

A better long term memory

Q: Favorite color?


Q: Weather: Hot or cold?

Preferably somewhere in between - but if I have to choose - cold. 

Q: Favorite place to read?

My recliner

Q: Favorite meal

A medium rare steak, fried mushrooms, perogies (Ukrainian dumplings filled with potato and cheese), a salad with Ranch dressing and for dessert, something with chocolate and raspberry. 

Q: Favorite non-alcoholic drink.

Without a doubt - Cherry Coke. It's too bad Coca-Cola Canada doesn't make it up here any longer. 

Q: If you could travel anywhere and do anything, no limits or money holding you back, where would you go?

Tikal and Copan - Mayan ruins that are in semi-remote areas of Guatemala and Honduras.




From Smashwords:

“...Zombie Night in Canada is a fresh breath of rotting zombie corpses and gunsmoke. It has great action, a uniquely Canadian outlook (but not too Canadian as to alienate reads who don’t hail from the great white north) and great detail and an all-round exciting story. Best zombie novel I’ve read in some time.”

“Like Zombies? Like Guns? Like Canada? This book has them all. Infected Zombies are once again on the march. The plot revolves around the events surrounding an exponential zombie outbreak as it happens to the main protagonists rather then a story where they "wake up" to a world already overrun. The book is set mostly in Canada, especially Alberta with real world locations & references and contains good specific military weapon usage to help draw you into the story. Fans of the genre will appreciate the many references to other contemporary zombie stories including what I saw as a direct homage to the Dawn of the Dead 2004 remake.”


Jamie Friesen was born in Lahr, West Germany while his father was serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force. He attended the University of Alberta where he obtained a Bachelor of Arts in History, and followed it later with a Masters of Arts in Communications & Technology. After obtaining his Bachelor's degree, Jamie went abroad and taught English in Japan and Taiwan.

He now lives in Edmonton, Canada with his wife and daughter, working in the Public Relations field and writes in his spare time, which usually translates to early mornings and lunch time.

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  1. Thanks for the feature and the interview!

  2. This sounds like an interesting dystopian book, I'm not big on zombies but this could be an interesting mix and I have to agree with the author that most of the dystopian books take place in big cities so it's cool to have a book set in a smaller area up north. Had no ides Coca-Cola didn't allow Cherry Coke in Canada anymore...what a strange Thanks for the highlight, I'll add this book to my list.

  3. This is an example of a really well done interview. Loved the connection of the title to Hockey Night in Canada. Funny!

  4. LOL, awesome interview! Let me tell you this--I'm getting this book on way or the other--I hope I win it, but if not, then I'm buying it. I L.O.V.E zombies! And since I'm a Canadian, I love Canada, lol.