Clarissa Hargrove thinks prom sucks. She’s been protesting it for weeks, but the conformist sheep that go to Redvale High could care less. Not one single girl has ditched her prom gown in the name of feminism, except for Clarissa’s loyal, underappreciated BFF Cokie. But Clarissa is still on a mission to save more souls–she’ll be at prom, with her bullhorn and picket signs, telling girls they have one last chance to ditch their hooker heels and claim their independence before high school is over. That night, Clarissa drags Cokie to school to protest, but almost everyone at prom has turned into flesh-eating monsters. Trapped in a high-school zombie hellhole, the girls realize they’ve never taken a chance on love, and set out on dangerous quest to save their crushes.
But there’s one teensy little problem.
Clarissa is vegan and hates violence of any kind. Will Cokie and Clarissa survive?
A mashup of pop culture hits like Daria, Mean Girls, and Shaun of the Dead, VEGAN TEENAGE ZOMBIE HUNTRESS will have you on the edge of your seat until the very end.
G.G. Silverman lives north of Seattle with her husband and dog, both of whom are ridiculously adorable. When she isn’t writing, she loves to explore the mossy woods and wind-swept coast of the Pacific Northwest, which provide moody inspiration for all her stories. She also enjoys bouts of inappropriate laughter, and hates wind chimes because they remind her of horror movies.
Ms. Silverman has won three short story awards. She is a member of SCBWI and PNWA, and has also served as a judge for the 2013 PNWA Literary Contest, for the short story category.
This is the beginning of Clarissa's prom night protest, where she witnesses the students at school already starting to slow down on their way becoming zombies. She was expecting them to be meaner to her, but they weren't, and that gave her pause.
Vegan Teenage Zombie Huntress
Early on, we got only a few disgruntled looks from students passing by on their way into prom, and a couple of snarls, and some choice words like, “Die, bitch!” muttered under minty fresh breath. I had expected more anger from my peers. In fact, I had expected downright mass hostility. But as the procession continued, most of the students took on a glazed, faraway look in their eyes.