August 23, 2021

THE CURE by Patricia Josephine / Zombie Quiz and Excerpt + Giveaway / LIMITED TIME 99 Cents Sale

The Cure is a clever, fun take on the usual zombie stories that are out there. I thoroughly enjoyed it in its early stages. I've told Patricia many times that Zee is my favorite character she's ever created, and many of her characters have stuck with me. No lie, at random times, moments from The Cure pop into my head, which is a rare thing. I recommend The Cure to zombie lovers, paranormal lovers, post-apocalyptical setting lovers, novella lovers...pretty much everyone.


Every human in the world becomes a zombie when they die. But Erin refuses to accept the world as it is now. She’s heard about a cure locked away in a lab in Up-per Michigan, and she plans on retrieving it. To do so, she needs a zombie. Not just any zombie, though.

Zee is Erin’s link to the lab. His connection to the living world is her bargaining chip. But only if she can teach him to control his mindless impulses.

Can a zombie be trained? Or will Erin be Zee’s next meal and become a zombie herself? The fate of humanity rests in her hands.


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I rose with the sun. A yawn shook me as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. Before the world ended, I wasn’t a morning person. Most days I woke closer to noon. My job as a freelance writer allowed it. Like an idiot, I took it for granted. Now, if I want-ed to get anything done, I had to do it while the sun was up and visibility was good.

Damn, I missed sleeping in.

I dragged my feet as I headed to the deck. Sunlight cast golden rays across the river. Waves lapped gently at the yacht’s side. The air was crisp, and my breath fogged.

I cracked open a bottle of water and took a sip. What I wouldn’t give for a cup of coffee. I used to have a canister of instant coffee, but I ran out three months ago. I was still chastising myself for not rationing it better. Later, I would go to the Soo Locks Park and stock up on supplies. I could barter for more there.

Acquiring coffee had to wait, though. My new friend needed to be checked on.

I scarfed down a breakfast bar before grabbing my shotgun and a backpack and clambered into the raft.

A moan pierced the air as I reached land. I secured the raft and darted to the base. I entered a small reception area. A waist high desk was near the door with a computer sitting on it. A few chairs were set in the center of the room. Notifications hung on a cork bulletin board. Silence hung in the air as if the room was a bubble that somehow escaped the apocalypse. I almost expected to see Coast Guard per-sonnel walk through the door and demand to know what I was doing.

I shook the feeling off and strode to the red cooler under a window. Flies swarmed around it. When I opened it, a sour stench assaulted my nose. I gagged, barely holding down my breakfast, grabbed a dead rat, and slammed the lid shut.

I walked to the tarp, removed a cinder block, and lifted the edge. Snarls greeted me. The zombie clawed at the sides of the earth. Hunger lit its eyes like fireworks. I lifted my shotgun and pointed it at its head. It stilled.

“That’s a good boy.” I lowered onto my knees. “You’ve been dead long enough to develop your basic instincts. How to walk and run. I’ve heard stories of zombies who forgot how to do that.”

The zombie watched me with narrowed eyelids. The color of its eyes had dulled to a muddy brown, and the whites were tinged yellow. Was it trying to figure out how to get out and eat me?

I smirked. “You should know how to hunt by now. Zombies sometimes hunt in packs. You aren’t as mindless as movies made you out to be.” I dangled the dead rat above it.

The zombie snarled, and spit flew from its mouth.

“I bet,” I continued, “it’s the hunger. It consumes you, like a vampire’s blood-lust. Well, if those were real.” Thank goodness they weren’t. One supernatural creature had been more than enough to destroy the world.

A surge of bitterness rose up my throat. The skin on my knuckles turned white from how tightly I clutched the rat by the tail.

This could’ve been stopped. Lives and the world could’ve been saved. She might still be here.

Will you survive the zombie apocalypse?

You wake up and find the zombie apocalypse has started. What do you do?

A: Take stock of anything you can use as a weapon, secure your home, and take stock of what food you have and how long it will last.

B: Get a closer to look at a so-called zombie. This can’t be real.

C: Barricade yourself in your home and freak out.

Which of the following weapons would you use to kill zombies?

A: Gun.

B: Knife.

C: Baseball bat.

You’re making your way downtown in hopes of finding supplies. Along the way, you see a group of 4 zombies. They appear to be eating some unlucky sap. How do you get around them?

A: Backtrack and take a different route.

B: Run in with guns blazing and take them out.

C: Throw something that makes noise and causes the zombies to follow it.

Someone you love is now a zombie. How do you react?

A: Shoot them and put them out of their misery. It’s what you’d want if the roles were reversed.

B: Sob.

C: Capture them and put them somewhere secure in hopes of someone finding a cure.

You’ve found a group of survivors, but they don’t trust you’re not infected. How do you gain their trust?

A: Put your hands up and back away to show you are no threat. Leave. It’s not worth trying to reason with them.

B: Strip to show that you are not infected, setting all your weapons aside.

C: Insist that you are not infected, motioning to visible skin and lack of blood on your clothing.


If you answered mostly A then you’ll survive. You take survival seriously and don’t take unnecessary risks. You’ll either do it alone or find people you trust. You may even end up the leader of the group.

If you answered mostly B then you are screwed. You don’t take stock of your surroundings, don’t exercise caution, and think you are invincible. And now you’re a zombie.

If you answered mostly C then you have a chance. Sure, the concept of the zombie apocalypse freaked you out, but you’ve calmed down and you’re hoping with enough gumption you’ll make it. If not, you at least plan on taking out as many as you can first.

Just for fun here's how I answered Patricia's quiz: 
2. B (I already own a military Bowie knife)
3. A
4. B (sob first since the change isn't instantaneous, but then put them out of their misery...while still sobbing, most likely, and then I'll sob some more afterward)
5. C

So...I' screwed survivor??? Or a survivor who will be screwed eventually??? Which probably means that I'll have a chance. An even number of A's and B's probably equals C. does using a knife (answer B) mean you're screwed? Guns are loud and draw attention, and ammo will run out. Knives are silent, and don't run out. Eventually, all survivors will have to defend themselves are knives. 

About the Author:

Patricia never set out to become a writer, and in fact, she never considered it an option during high school and college. She was more of an art and band geek. Some stories are meant to be told, though, and now she can't stop writing.

Patricia lives with her husband in Michigan, hopes one day to have what will re-semble a small petting zoo, and has a fondness for dying her hair the colors of the rainbow.

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QUESTION: How'd you do with the quiz? Are you a survivor, are you screwed, or do you have a chance?


  1. "Will you survive a zombie apocalypse?" No. I don't need to take the quiz. I know I'm a goner.

    Congrats, Patricia.

  2. Hi Chrys - good luck to Patricia ... I think I prefer to me in my world - it's simpler!! Good luck with the book - cheers Hilary

  3. Congratulations to Patricia! I love this book. I will survive since I'm cautious... just as long as the zombies are slow zombies.

  4. Although I do have a (possibly) impressive collection of swords and knives, I don't think I would survive very long. Especially if they're the fast kind.

    Congrats on the new release, Patricia!!

  5. You’re very welcome! You always have an open invitation to be a guest on my blog. If I miss a sign-up form, you can always email me and I’ll fit you in.

  6. Hey, I just bought this book!

    A. Also, decide if we’ll be relocating to the forest, away from the population (aka: zombie food source).
    B, if it comes to it. But 🏹 an arrow, not listed as a choice, is my real answer. I can make a bow and arrows. Have done so many times.
    None. Why TF would I be going downtown for supplies? 🌳🌳🌳🌲🌲🌲🌲🌳🌳🌳 I’ll be in the forest, up a tree. Not hanging around waiting to get eaten. Duh.
    A. If they followed my directions, they’d have been fine.
    I guess C… I’m not putting down my weapons. They can go on their way or they can get an arrow to the brain. Very few exceptions.

    Well, that’s 2 A’s.

    Despite basically being a hotter version of Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead tv show, my favorite zombie entertainment is actually Shaun of the Dead. For that part right there (1:34 in)

    The trouble with knives is getting too close to teeth. Normally, you could drop down and take out a tendon. But that won't bother a zombie. So you're looking at getting a knife into the brain, into the skill, without getting near the teeth. It can certainly be done. But that's going to require some skill. You're better off using the knife to sharpen sticks. Spears were a darn fine weapon for thousands of years.

    I had a productive month reading for a read-a-thon, writing a few book reviews, checking in with hospitalized family members, and writing a WEP flash fiction.
    Have you seen the notebook on the current (Aug 25) giveaway at Operation Awesome? That is some amazing custom art. Debut authors are always surprising me.
    I’m ready for the summer heat to be over. 🥵

    1. A bow and arrow would be a very smart weapon to have.

      I'm glad you've had a productive month, J.!

      I, too, am ready for this summer heat to end.