Author Guest Post: R. M. Smith

Today’s Author shares information on his zombie novels




In my latest book “As Cold As The Dead,” Jon Hutchens, a crane operator working at the port of Los Angeles, travels to Minnesota to visit his handicapped cousin, Rainey.  Rainey has written Jon asking him to come visit.  She has been going through hard times and thinks he is the only one who can help her.

Shortly after arriving, everything goes sour; including the weather.  A stiff north wind picks up, temperatures drop, snow starts falling, and zombies begin to take over the city.

Jon is struck with fear when he hears zombies around him clacking their teeth when a victim falls prey to their attack.  When hundreds of zombies clack their teeth, the sound reminds Jon of locusts.  Also, the zombie’s arms and legs have grown longer enabling them a faster run and arms that reach farther.

The snow comes in.  The zombies follow.

Jon bands with others trying to escape the zombie apocalypse but each has his or her own agenda and will go to any length to achieve it.  No matter what.

They can be so cold.


They can be as cold as the dead.


Ducking into the shop through a half-open garage door, one of the zombie’s chasing from Doyle’s grabbed Lisa’s ankle.  She screamed, lost her footing on the slippery snowy cement and fell hard onto her ass.  Crying for help, begging to be let go, she tried to pry off the long rotted fingers which dug into her lower leg and pulled her back toward the garage door.

When we first entered the garage, Lisa started tugging on a chain to pull the door down but the door was frozen, cock-eyed in place.

The zombie pulled Lisa across the floor.  Its fingernails, long and sharp, dug into her calf.  She pawed the ground, trying to reach or grab anything to hold herself in place.

Lisa yelled, “Help! Shoot them! Stop them!” She reached for her switchblade.

Ben and I dropped our backpacks and started shooting the door hoping one of us would hit the zombie.  The sounds of our gunshots were loud in the small room.

Crying, Wendy covered her ears.  Ben unloaded his shotgun at the door yelling, “No! No! No!”

Outside the door the chattering of rotted teeth started again.  It got louder and louder, filling the air, drowning out Lisa’s screams and our gunshots.

Again the chattering reminded me of locusts…and Rainey.

One bullet hit the zombie’s arm.  Blood flew back out into the snow.  Another zombie showed up behind the door.  More of them were coming.  The chattering got louder and louder.

The zombie holding Lisa pulled her closer to its snapping razor sharp teeth.  The zombie’s long dirty hair brushed on the snow as it leaned down and reached further into the garage with its long arms.

Bullets hit the door, the floor and the zombie’s arm but it didn’t stop pulling her.

The man from outside Doyle’s holstered a pistol he had been shooting, ran over to Lisa and started pulling her arm trying to release her from the zombie’s grip, but the zombie’s strength was too strong.  Lisa was yanked out of his grip.  Her head and shoulders slammed against the bottom of the door when the zombie pulled her under.  Her switchblade went spinning across the floor to our feet.  On the other side of the door, zombies started shredding the flesh on her leg.  She squealed in pain and terror.

With a final tug, Lisa was pulled under the door screaming.  She fought to get away from the biting teeth and the scratching fingernails but couldn’t.  Her screams faded off.

Sounds of chattering teeth rose into the air.  The zombies devoured her.

“God damn,” the man from outside Doyle’s yelled.  He yanked his dirty stocking cap off his head, wiped sweat from his dirty forehead.  “She’s fucking gone.  We got to get outta here!” He pulled his stocking cap back on, turned on his heel, grabbed his wife’s hand and ran away from the overhead door.

Wendy slowly leaned down, picked up Lisa’s switchblade, and pocketed it.

We ran to the back of the garage to a door leading into a small convenience store.  The door was padlocked.  Doc told us to back up.  He used his crowbar to break it off.

The man from Doyle’s shouted, “Now what’re we going to do? We’re going to get trapped in here!”

Wendy’s eyes scanned the dark room.  “Dad are you here? Dad? Mom?”

Trying to hide his grief over losing Lisa, Ben ran through the store acting like he was helping look for Wendy’s parents.

Doc pulled his crowbar out.  He smashed out the glass in the locked front door of the store.  Glass shattered.  Snow blew in.  He said calmly, “We need to keep moving.”

The man from Doyle’s screamed, “But the zombies are right out back! They’re right around the fucking corner!”

Doc demanded, “Go.”

The man from Doyle’s and his wife jumped through the smashed glass.

“Go guys,” I said loudly.  “Come on, Wendy, we got to get out of here.”

Shaking her head, hesitant, Wendy said, “No.  I don’t want to leave Lisa’s corpse behind! I don’t want to leave without first finding out about my parents.”

“We got to go,” I said grabbing her arm.  “We don’t have any time!”

She finally gave in letting me lead her back out into the snow.

Doc stepped to the side.  We ran by.  Sliding his crowbar back down through the loop in his belt, he followed.  “Let’s go over to that church.”


Review By Alli on December 15, 2014

I am utterly amazed. I love this novel, nothing in this world I’ve read that has been as intense or horrifying as this was, is. I am hooked on the writing style. Waiting for more this author. R. M. Smith you are truly a great writer with a knack for the scare, keep them coming and I’ll keep on reading.



Review By Tiffany R. on November 6, 2015

I am a big fan of zombies and all zombie related ideas, stories, theories, shows and movies; but this writer comes at you with an entirely different angle. This book is like nothing I have ever before enjoyed I read it’s entirety in one sitting, although I was on the edge of my seat for the whole experience. I read through the other reviews of Evolution and a few are terrible, I mean why would you write something that discredits an author if you do not even read the book? Not just because I am a huge fan, but that goes for anything. I mean you don’t write a review on a restaurant you only ate one bite from. With that said if you like zombies or even a fresh new read, Evolution is a well written unexpected journey with some in depth characters. I highly recommend this author and his adventure in learning our Evolution.



M. Smith has had a love for horror since reading ‘The Shining’ by Stephen King in 1977. At 20 years old, R. M. Smith had his first horror short story, “The Bedlamp” accepted for publication in ‘New Blood’ magazine. He originally wrote his novel “The Wicked Game” when he was in his mid 20s.  Now at the age of 52, R. M. Smith lives in Kansas with his wife Karen.  They have four children and 6 grand-children.

He has been self-publishing his books through Create Space, Kindle and Audible since 2014.



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