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Hugh Howey Must Die! [Kindle Edition]

Michael Bunker
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Book Description

#NaNoWriWee, the challenge to write a short novel or novelette in thirty hours is underway in London England, and the challenge just happens to coincide with a visit by Bestselling Author of The COTTON Omnibus, Hugh Howey, who is on a book tour in the city.

At the same time, a government experiment in creating super-soldiers goes awry when a new virus is tested on an a struggling independent writer from Leeds, and now peculiar zombies are on the loose in London and they are only eating good writers. As bad writers struggle to be validated by being eaten by zombies... who refuse to eat them... will England be left without any good writers at all? Will the country become just another France?

England needs some heroes, and so does the Book Publishing Industry. In this short book, actually written during #NaNoWriWee (National Novel Writers Weekend) and in under thirty hours, Michael Bunker, mind fried and groggy from too much coffee and not enough sleep, pokes a sharp and funny stick at zombies, the writing culture, mainstream publishing, England, France, and most of all, Piers Morgan.

Nothing good or literary can come of spilling out 30,000 words in under 30 hours... we just all hope it is not true that... HUGH HOWEY MUST DIE!!!

If you are looking for one of Michael Bunker's usually well-written, thoughtful, philosophical, and poignant books... this ain't it. Try The WICK Omnibus or Futurity or any of the others. If, however, you want a laugh at what a man comes up with when he's under a deadline and hasn't slept in a few days... this one is for you.

***Hugh Howey's compelling story, name, fictional likeness, and non-fictional awesomeness are used with his permission**

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  • Format: Kindle Edition
  • File Size: 3098 KB
  • Print Length: 128 pages
  • Publisher: Refugio Publishing; First edition (16 Jan. 2014)
  • Sold by: Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B00B89215Y
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  • Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #546,295 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
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Michael Bunker is a bestselling author, off-gridder, husband, and father of four children. He lives with his family in a "plain" community in Central Texas, where he reads and writes books...and occasionally tilts at windmills. He is the author of several popular and acclaimed works of dystopian sci-fi, including the WICK series, The Silo Archipelago, and the Amish/Sci-Fi thriller Pennsylvania, as well as many nonfiction works, including the bestseller Surviving Off Off-Grid. Michael was commissioned by through their Kindle Worlds program to write a serial in the World of Kurt Vonnegut. That book is entitled Osage Two Diamonds, and it debuted on Dec. 17, 2013. Michael was recently interviewed in a article that will give you more background and insight into his life and works...

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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Clever 10 Sept. 2013
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I found the premise clever and the writing amusing. An excellent effort and a delightful discovery. I look forward to reading more from this author.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Not a scary zombie book! 26 April 2014
By J. Coe
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I was a bit dubious to begin with as I hate zombie books but have read this author before & loved him & also love hugh howey's work.
This book made me laugh & wasn't the least bit scary like I expected.
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5.0 out of 5 stars I'm not quite dead yet. 1 Feb. 2013
By Hugh C. Howey - Published on
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I'm a writer, and therefore, according to Amazon, I'm not technically allowed to write book reviews. So if you're seeing this, something has gone terribly wrong.

Also, according to this story, I must die. If you're reading this, that means something has gone terribly right. For me, at least.

When Michael Bunker got in touch with me and inquired about including me in a story he was working on, I assumed he was on drugs or suffering from lack of sleep. It turns out these things would come later. He was about to embark on a writing mission that makes my yearly habit of writing 50,000 words each November seem downright sane by comparison. He and others were setting out to write novellas in a single weekend. 30 hours. Recognizing the task as both foolish and unwise, I gave it my complete blessing.

It wasn't long before the finished work landed in my inbox. I gave it a skim. I laughed out loud. I stopped writing and gave it a read. I loved every single bit of it. I think you will, too. This doesn't mean I condone violence against authors. Not all of them.

My next work will now be delayed by three and a half hours due to this devious little romp. Send hate mail to Michael Bunker, not me. I've got enough worries dealing with damn zombies.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Fun read, unique and imaginative 31 Jan. 2013
By Sylvia D. Britton - Published on
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War Z - Hugh Howey Must Die! ~ is probably the most fun I've had reading in a long time. I was very skeptical about another Zombie book, but curious. I laughed out loud! The way the author weaves zombies, the literary world, the NaNoWriWee event and the fear of being France.... is pure fun.
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5.0 out of 5 stars French MetaFiction 30 July 2013
By Max Zaoui - Published on
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I heard the horse-drawn buggy approach the house after two hours waiting on the front porch. A heavy-set man got down from the driver seat, and I immediately recognized him as he walked up towards the front door; bear-like stance, long and scraggly prophet beard, short-cropped hair: this was Michael Bunker.

"Good Morning, Sir. Can I help you?" he said.
"Good morning. You might put it this way, I guess, yes..." I answered, trying to keep my face concealed in the relative shadow of the porch's roof.
"Well, come in: the door is open, actually", Bunker boomed joyfully, pushing the door open in a way meant to tell me that people here had nothing to fear from unexpected visitors.

I let the hulk of a man walk in first, though. I didn't want him to see me limp because I knew that would have been a dead giveaway. He led me to a cozy living-room where he indicated two comfortable-looking armchairs. He sat down on one of them, leaving the other one, the one closest to the light coming in from the window, for me to sit on. I declined the offer, obviously.

"Thank you, but I think I'll just stand here if that's OK with you."

Michael Bunker frowned for a fraction of a second, then shrugged it off as though meaning it did not matter in the least, then said: "Sure, no problem. So, what can I do for you?"

I didn't really have time to beat around the bush, and as I saw no point in doing so anyway, I simply blurted out: "Well, Sir, I think you're an amazing writer, and therefore I've come here, to your house, to, well, er..., well, to eat you."

Mr Bunker didn't so much as bat an eyelid. He remained sitting in his armchair, looking quizzically at me. After a few seconds of silence which to me felt like years, he simply crossed his arms and went on glaring straight into my eyes. I think I even saw a hint of a smile slowly creeping on his lips.

I had just told that man I was about to kill him, and it was me who was feeling ill-at-ease.

"So... What do you say to that, then, Sir?"

Without altering his position one bit, Mr Bunker deigned answering me. In a loud, gruff voice, he let out: "I say someone's been reading my novel NaNoWriWarZ a little too literally."

And that was it. This was getting to be a whole different chess game than I had expected. Puzzled and speechless, I was racking my brain to come up with a lethal retort when, to my surprise, the iconoclast author supplied our strange conversation with a new twist himself.

"Tell me something. If you're a zombie like in my book, how did you get infected? only GOOD writers get bitten in NaNoWriWarZ, and you're not a writer, let alone a good one."

This was my cue to pull out my trump card. I knew that Michael Bunker had a thing for poetic justice, and never hesitated to sacrifice characters in his books, even important characters, once they committed a mistake. Perhaps he would react the same way in real life, faced with an important choice to make.

"There is someone who believed I wrote something good once. You know him. Everybody knows him actually. He's the main character of your book and the symbol of Indie author success."

I had nailed it. The ever-stoic bearded one's jaw dropped. He uncrossed his arms; then, while continuing to look me in the eyes, he slowly got up from his armchair. Almost in a whisper now, he stammered:

"Hugh's infected? But, whe... How...? How did that happen?"

"Well, actually, Hugh is some kind of secret governmental project. He's been taking mind-enhancing drugs produced in remote underground laboratories since the beginning. But he started popping more and more of those miracle pills after the first Wool episode. He literally exploded human limits while writing Dust. I think that's even what gave him the title idea."

Now Mr Bunker, the invulnerable survivalist, was looking at his shoes, lost in his thoughts. He was still trying to come to grips with the unbelievable facts I had just given him.

"When did you see him? When did he infect you? Why did he do it?"

"Book signing yesterday. He told me he just loved the review I posted on Amazon about The Plagiarist. And since he's the proverbial good guy who always listens to others, he accepted to bite me. This was the most original autograph I could ever have dreamed of."

To his credit, the burly theologian never cowered away from me. But he did sit back down, looking defeated.

"If you bite me, will it be like in the book? Will I roam the streets, looking for talented authors to feed on? More importantly: will it make me stop writing altogether?", he asked tentatively.

"I'm afraid so," I answered, realizing for the first time that the thought saddened me just as much as it did him. Biting Michael Bunker because I loved his books meant no more Michael Bunker books.

I felt trapped in a conondrum of sorts. Again, the brilliant man of letters took me out of my reverie and came up with a plan.

"You've heard of Arabian Nights, I suppose?" I nodded that I did. I knew where this was going. "What if I keep you fed everyday with my books? Would that work?"

"You'd have to type really fast, Hemingway style. But yes, it would." We both smiled at this.

And now, you know why Mr Bunker keeps writing day and night and recently built a new shed in his back garden.

If Mr Bunker stops writing, a French zombie will eat him.
7 of 7 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Hilarious! 3 Feb. 2013
By IowaJoyce - Published on
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I found this goofy little fan-fic while trying to feed my Hugh Howey habit, as I had just finished 3rd Shift and was very sad! This gem will tide you over until Dust is released. Very original concept and I cannot even fathom trying to write a novel in 30 hours! Mr. Bunker needs to be careful if he sees any zombies....
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars War Z: Hugh Howie Must Die 20 Feb. 2013
By Mieko* - Published on
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This is not your usual Michael Bunker book.
Another reviewer wrote: 'nothing serious going on here!'
Well that is an understatement. If she hadn't said it, I would have.

Truth: I borrowed this book using Prime. I seldom do that, but I have read another of his books (W1ck) and wanted to sample this one.

In a scramble to write a novelette in 30 hours, Michael came up with a gem.
I don't like zombie books or zombie movies ...but this book is hilarious. Zombies are 'somehow' set loose to eat every GOOD author in the world, and since they are in England, they start there. Surely sooner or later they would find the tunnel or ferries or learn to swim sooner or later and reach...well, to start with, France.
But I digress.

I laughed at this book. Out loud. Unashamedly.

Some of the one liners about authors the zombies did NOT eat had me in stitches. Cough cough Piers Morgan.
If I was a zombie, though, I would have eaten J.K. Rowlings. Just sayin'....

OK, you who are reading the just have to read this book if you want a hilariously funny, not too long and not too short story of how Hugh Howey helped save England from becoming France.
With the help of Bombo Dawson, a character that sprung full grown from Michael's mind during the 30 hour torture of grinding out the novelette. And if we don't ever read about Bombo Dawson again, the world will not be quite so much fun.

This short book is wonderful and shows a side of Michael that shouldn't remain hidden.
Read it!!
I plan to, again and again.
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