Goodreads Bestseller Young Adult


Remnants is blazing up the charts on Goodreads. People are voting for it on Listopia lists like “Original Stories…a breath of fresh air” “Best Teen/Young Adult Books” and another one called “Books You Must Read!

If you use Goodreads, be sure to stop by and send a friend request. I love new people and you’ll find I rate/review books pretty fairly.

Here’s the synopsis of Remnants:
After the Colcoa stripped earth of all of her natural resources and left, the planet’s average temperature soared as the population dwindled down to the thousands. The few humans that survived the invasion are forced to live underground to escape the oppressive heat. Joe, his daughter Willa, and son Ezekiel are among the few brave enough to venture outside to gather food and supplies in the arid, rocky landscape. Their job is to bring enough food, water, and materials for their town to survive the summer in the cool caves of Red River Falls. 

The world outside isn’t safe. Genetically altered animals, experimented on by the Colcoa, roam the surface. When a pack of experimental grizzly bears attack the family, Willa’s life is altered forever. What she learns on her journey will change the world. 

Together with her new friend Xander, Willa will explore their world and uncover clues that lead her through a doorway into the unknown.

If you haven’t read Remnants yet, I think you’re really going to like it.  I’ve had a couple people say that they don’t want to read anything else until What Zombies Fear is completed, and I get that.  What Zombies Fear 6: The Incarnation is happily waiting in the hands of my publisher for it’s release date.  It is complete, I have no control over it’s release date.  Since it’s finished, I, as a writer, have to move on to new projects.  That’s how I make a living.  But I’ll never be “done” with What Zombies Fear.  There are still hundreds of books I could write in that universe.

In order to help the fans wait until the October release of “The Incarnation” I have written a Victor Tookes Adventure short story titled “The Murphy Incident.”  Please feel free to check it out to get your “WZF Fix”.  It felt really good to write, and I hope you’ll enjoy it.

If you’d like to check out Remnants, the Permuted Press page has links to every retailer.


Remnants: The Colcoa Wars Volume 1 June 28, 2014

Remnants by Kirk AllmondI’ve just received confirmation from my publisher, Permuted Press, that Remnants will officially launch on June 28, 2014. This book has been a long time coming, I originally started it for my 2012 NANOWRIMO project.  After Nano, it sat at 50,000 words for almost six months before I picked it up again.

In a flash of inspiration, I found the direction for it. The characters gelled, the story became clear, and the world clicked into place.  More importantly, the theme of the book came into focus. With the message clear, it only took a few quick re-writes of earlier bits and  I finished the book in a few weeks.  I sent it to several publishers, and based on the strength of this book, signed an eight book deal with Permuted Press.  It was based on the strength of Remnants that we worked out this agreement, and they bought my entire back catalog.

If you’d like an email reminder when Remnants is available for purchase, please sign up for my mailing list. I *only* use it for emailing out new book announcements, so you’ll only get a few emails per year. I promise.  Sign up here.

This book is a very different writing style than What Zombies Fear. Willa is a teenage girl. She shares some heroic qualities with Victor, but she is has a completely different set of motivations and goals.  You will absolutely recognize my signature style of writing, character driven stories

Remnants is the bridge between What Zombies Fear and The Evolution of Vaughn.  If you haven’t read “Vaughn” Now’s the time! It’s on sale for only 99 cents!

How to Make Bacon Post Apocalypse

Bacon Rules

baconBacon, the loveliest food in the world. The creation of bacon is an age old process, one mastered eons ago. The earliest record of bacon I could find was 300 B.C. There is no reason that the walking dead should stop humanity from enjoying it’s crowning culinary achievement. In fact, knowing how to make bacon will save your… bacon… post apocalypse. Curing meat for long term storage is something of primary importance to the post apocalyptic survivor. Eating squirrel and other single-serve meat is good, but time consuming. To really thrive through the zombie apocalypse, you’ll need the ability to cure and store meat.

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1.02 Flight

Joe ran from the experimentals as fast as his legs could carry him.  He needed the bears to know where he was, and he needed them continue following him.  The thought of them getting to his children was beyond his ability to comprehend.  As he ran, he yelled at the top of his lungs.  “Hey ya big dumb bears! Follow me, green abominations!”  He burst out of the woods onto the rocky barrens.

Joe glanced over his shoulder as he ran, skipping from point to point of huge and jagged granite boulders.  He counted eight bears in the pack chasing him and hoped that was all of them.  Twenty minutes and four miles later, the bears were still following.  Staying on the rocks was the only way he could stay ahead; on open ground they would have caught him within the first mile.

Joe ran on for another hour, watching the sun rise in the sky.  His feet were bleeding inside his hand-made leather boots.  His boots were made for stealth, not protection; the soles were very thin and flexible to muffle sounds.  The sharp, pointy edges of the boulders were shredding his feet through them.  The temperature was rising and Joe was sweating valuable water, but more importantly, he knew he was burning calories at an alarming rate.  Food was a precious commodity, and calories weren’t something to waste.  In their town, the most strenuous jobs were only worked for two hours a day, then a new shift worked for two hours in an effort to save calories.

Food and water weren’t the worst of his concerns.  In another hour, his skin would start to burn, and in two more hours he’d be in serious risk of heat-stroke.  The good news was, the bears were in the same predicament, and they were covered in fur.  He hoped they would have to stop before he did.
Joe angled towards the woods when he saw his lead was growing, but he wasn’t going to make it.  The sun was rising too fast, his skin was already hot.  Joe slowed his pace long enough to pull his shirt sleeves over his hands and tie Marna’s scarf over his face, tucking the edges up under his glasses.  The scarf never left his side, it was one of the last pieces he had of his wife.  She’d been wearing it the night the Colcoa killed her.

The Colcoa had been very friendly when they first arrived.  They put on an act that they were peaceful explorers, looking for advanced civilizations to help.  They shared their technology and medicine, they showed mankind how their ships worked, and they even provided the humans with an unlimited energy source. That friendship lasted about a year, while they secretly cataloged the planet. Then, one day things got ugly.

The orbiting ships fired some sort of energy wave at the planet, killing every human it touched. Billions of people lost their lives that day, and over the next seventeen years, the Colcoa stripped the world of all of its metal. They took almost all of the fresh water, the fertile topsoil, and anything else they felt like they could use. During their stripping of the planet, they wiped out all of the cities, killing every human survivor. Joe had been near the cities early on, they demolished every building, pulled up all of the pipes in the ground and they even took the steel bars in the concrete. Joe was pretty sure there wasn’t a scrap of any metal left on the planet.  One day about two years ago the Calcoa all left.  All of their ships and processing facilities, their power plants and technology all disappeared overnight.

Joe stopped running for a second, to make sure that the bears had called off the chase.  They were picking their way towards the trees, looking for some shade to wait out the heat of the day.  Joe looked around for the largest rocks he could lift, and started stacking them between two car sized boulders.

He worked quickly, first building the frame, then filling in the gaps with smaller rocks.  He piled stone after stone on top of his shelter, adding mass above him to help absorb the heat.  The last thing Joe did was stack rocks up in the entrance of his man-made cave, sealing himself in.  Once inside, he took his shirt off and laid down on the cool shaded clay and tried to go to sleep.

Sleep was a long time coming. He laid there thinking about Willa and Ez.  It was remarkable how much Willa reminded him of Marna.  Marna had been short and Willa was tall, but that’s where the differences stopped.  Ez was, on the other hand, a perfect combination of the two of them.  Joe’s nose and Marna’s eyes.  Joe’s height with Marna’s build.  With a smile, Joe reflected on how fantastic his two children were together.   Willa was a physical machine.  She could outrun Joe in speed and distance, even with Joe’s thirty years as a forager.  Ez was the best shot with a bow or a sling Joe had ever seen.  Between the two of them, they’d be able to bring down most anything.

Joe fell asleep just before noon, and had fitful dreams of being locked inside an oven.  When he woke up, the clay underneath him was slimy from his sweat.  Joe rolled around in it, coating himself in the softened clay.  It would provide him with some coverage from the sun.  His skin was already baked, and the cool moist clay was soothing.

When he poked a couple of rocks out of the doorway of his shelter and was grateful to see the orange tinges of twilight.  He worked for a few minutes to clear the opening, and crawled out into the cool air.  The lone figure stood up, stretched his legs, ate the handful of berries left in his pocket from the day before, and started off to find his children.  It was a long run, but he could really stretch his strides out in the cool evening air, and he covered ground quickly once he worked out the stiffness from a long troubled night in the rocks.