Everybody dies someday.  Used to be their stories would end, finish, game over, when they shuffled off this mortal coil.  But it’s a new world out there.  A dead new world.

And in a dead world, your story ain’t over when the fat lady sings.  In Dead America, the chubby bitch never, ever shuts up.

Imagine a world that, when you die, you wake up as a zombie.  Heard it before, right?  Well, the difference with this world is that when you relive as a zombie, you’re not a monster rampaging around trying to eat people’s brains.  You’re just the same as you were when you died.  Only now you’re a walking, talking corpse.

This is a world where zombies work at McDonald’s, necrophilia is no longer a crime, and there’s a new second class citizen in the USA.  Called Newly Dead by scientists, necros by the living, and neccers by Life Supremacists, the dead are a minority that is slowly but surely becoming the majority.

Welcome to the world of the Newly Dead.  Welcome to a world of zombies.  Welcome to Dead America.

This is the Dead America fan fiction page.  Here you’ll find stories and chapter extracts inspired by the world of the Newly Dead, and bits and pieces that didn’t make the final draft of the novel.

It’s also your chance to make your mark in Dead America, by sending in your own fan fiction centred on the concepts from the novel.

Just email your fiction piece to lukekeioskie@hotmail.com and imagine the possibilities…