Diane Donovan, eBook Reviewer, Midwest Book Review
Zombies of Chronos is set in 2135, when inhabitants of the planet Chronos have successfully closed the worm hole connecting their galaxy with another and thus liberated their world from the tyrannical Mining Syndicate, leaving them self-sufficient and isolated. But even though they're rebuilding their world, they're not free from threats elsewhere; including aliens of the future whose bodies, flash frozen during space battle, are reanimating with unusual modifications and dangerous abilities, forcing Zach's crew into yet another impossible series of confrontations. It also should be mentioned that readers should cultivate a sense of humor and an ability to pick up the tongue-in-cheek dances between protagonists along the way: an unexpected facet in a story that centers on a new breed of human telepaths on a planet riddled with problems. Zombies will appeal to followers of military science fiction who enjoy a dash of levity injected into scenes that would otherwise likely become overly steeped in serious confrontations and angst. Those who persevere will find a military sci-fi plot that is satisfyingly unpredictable, punctuated with moments of levity and fun, and replete with witty descriptions of alien/human encounters, special abilities newly recognized, and time-traveling fiascos between telepaths who are facing a new breed of zombies sporting special abilities and a passion for biting off more than they can chew. Can Zack and his soldiers shut down the zombie invaders? There are costs in any impossible endeavor, and readers familiar with Zack's prior approaches and sacrifices will find Zombies a satisfying new adventure building further challenges and alien encounters.
"James and I were moving together, as he pointed out one of our lumbering attack-ers. “I must have put twenty rounds into that one’s chest.” I pointed to the cadaver at the bottom of the adjacent pit and said, “Tracy killed that one with a head shot.” James took a look down into the pit, lined the creature’s head up in his sights, and squeezed off a round. The creature that he had already shot a number of times, dropped in its tracks. James, always sure of his proficiency with a rifle, lined up another creature and repeated the process. I tugged on his shirt and practically yelled, “Keep moving. If we get surrounded, we’ll run out of ammunition pretty quickly.” James scanned the surrounding jungle and a look of dismay crossed his face as it became obvious that there were a huge number of creatures emerging from the tree line. The two of us began to move back toward the city and we could see the rest of our group had already retreated away from the area filled with pits. James and I were the last ones to retreat, and as we moved toward our group, we could see them laying down cover fire for us. Marilyn yelled, “There’s got to be a hundred of them,” and then fired four well aimed shots. James slapped in another magazine as he got to her side, turned and surveyed the automatons that she had dropped, and then calmly commented, “Nice shooting. Have you been getting shooting lessons from Zach?” She gave him a look like she thought he had to be kidding to be making casual conversation. This seemed to amuse James, as he turned to fire and politely ordered Marilyn to, “Move.” James and I each fired a dozen rounds, and then he added, “Moving,” as we ran toward Marilyn’s new position. As I loaded a new magazine, I couldn’t help but think what a contrast her olive drab, standard issue dungarees, were to our tiger striped green and brown team uniforms. She was trained for rear echelon duties, and only accompanied us for her telepathic skills, and I felt bad that she was at risk. As James and I turned to empty our magazines, he pointed to her and yelled, “Move.” The sense of urgency in his voice hammered home our plight. There were dozens of the creatures with their bloodless white complexions, moving through the maze of pits toward us now. Their hollow eyes stared fixedly at us and were the only indication that they were not completely aimless. I concentrated on the placement of my front sight over the ocular opening of creature after creature, before I felt James hand on my shoulder and heard him say loudly, “Move.” Once I followed James advice, I realized that several creatures had nearly flanked us by going around the last pit. And, I heard James yell, “Moving!” "