Why is this blog called "Radioactive Communist Zombies"?
That is the title of a novel I wrote and is now available for the Kindle.
The title of the novel comes from the last line.
Here's the last part of the denounment (spoilers alert):
I stepped outside into the chilly evening air. With a clear sky, it was going to be a cold night. The house was on the south side of Queen Anne Hill and I could look at the Space Needle, its saucer part seeming almost at eye level up here. The sun had gone down, but the twilight was bright enough to still see the tower. Smoke was no longer wafting from it, so the fires must have been put out. Part of the gold roof was blackened and there were no lights on inside. It seemed to be made mostly of steel, so it probably couldn't have burned down, I thought.
Liesl walked out and looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
She smiled. "You're not the same man I met in Havana."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I know. I've been through a lot since then."
She wrapped her arms around me and I reciprocated. She hummed her pleasure.
"You're even a better hugger."
I chuckled. "You can thank the CIA for that."
She looked up at me with her blue eyes full of questions.
"If you really want to know . . ." I offered.
She shook her head, making blond hair move in lovely undulating waves. She broke the embrace and stepped back. "I need to get in touch with Brunhild. It'll be nice to see Valhalla again." She walked back into the house.
I smiled as I watched her go. At that point I felt I'd never love again, the scar from Maria still fresh upon my heart. It, of course, wasn't true.
But it wasn't Liesl, either.
I returned to staring at the Space Needle and the darkening sky.
It took a while to bring the AMA back under our control. In all honesty, Louis was the brains of the team and I was the muscle. Many Houser loyalists tried to join the North American Guild and fight us. With the data I had obtained on the North American Guild's leadership from Gomez, Louis and I were able to keep them from becoming a threat.
My career as a leader of the American Meta Association was long and satisfying. And it was certainly better than working for the CIA.
Except you don't get to save the world from radioactive communist zombies.
