Why I Wrote TAMSYN (A Planet of Last Resort Novella)

I’ve always enjoyed zombie apocalypse stories, especially with romance, and wanted to write my own, which I did earlier this year with ARRIVAL, book one in the series. Part of what fascinates me about any apocalypse or disaster is the time frame leading up to it. What early signs were there, how did people react, how would I have reacted and what happens when the crisis becomes full blown and civilization crumbles?

I kept thinking about what took place on this remote colony planet before my main characters arrived and decided to tell the story from the POV of a woman living in a small town in the northern area. I could also see how she would eventually fit in with my main characters as they made their way across the continent, heading for their own sanctuary. Her story opens up the world of Randal Four a bit more for readers.

It was fun to write. Of course then I got the impulse to write another novella about two characters we meet in TAMSYN (that book comes out JAN 5^th). I have a feeling I could spin numerous tales taking place on this planet but for now I’ve told my Muse firmly we’re going to write the next two main books, JOURNEY and RESOLUTION and get those out in Spring 2026. Tamsyn will be part of the action in those books and we’ll also see the two characters from the forthcoming novella as well.

But for now, I hope you’ll enjoy TAMSYN. Here’s an excerpt from early in the story, when the first event occurs, although at the time no one is aware of the ramifications. The town of Rosewater is having an annual festival and Tamsyn and her ranch hands have come to take part.

The excerpt:

The day passed as usual at these events except for an incident in the middle of the afternoon when screams and shouts arose from the play area where the younger children were riding kiddie rides, having their faces painted and bouncing in a portable antigrav house designed to look like a fort on one side and a princess castle on the other. Many parents had taken holos of their offspring in front of one mural or the other. Tamsyn rushed to the spot along with everyone else, to find a weeping child being comforted by her mother, other children crying and wide eyed and several men cursing, including Drake, her senior ranch hand. He was holding his arm awkwardly.

“What the seven hells happened?” she demanded, trying to get a better look at his arm, which was bleeding.

“Kids were playing with a litter of feral kittens they found in the bushes,” Drake said. “Momma cat came home and went nuts protecting her babies. Little Maira got bit pretty bad, couple of the others are scratched. I got bit when I pulled the damn cat off Maira and threw it in the brush. Fucking thing came right back after me, tried to use my leg as a scratching post. Lucky my boots protected me. The kittens ran away and the mother followed. Coupla the boys are searching for them now.”

“Do you think the cat is rabid?” she asked.

“Wasn’t foaming at the mouth or anything. I been bit before,” he reminded her. “By bigger things than a cat.”

Tamsyn saw Doc Ortenbe kneeling beside the little girl who’d been attacked and she towed a protesting Drake over to him in time to hear the elderly physician say with great relief, as he checked his med sensor, “No sign of rabies in the bite. But it’ll need a couple of stitches and a good dose of antibiotic.”

“She loves cats,” the distraught mother said through tears.

“Not now I don’t,” Maira piped up.

“Doc, Drake here got bitten pretty badly too,” Tamsyn said. “Can you take a look?”

“We need to go over to the clinic,” he said. “I want to run the full decontam ray over these bites and scratches. Come on along, Drake.”

“Charge the bill for him on the ranch account,” Tamsyn said as the whole group prepared to move.

The doctor acknowledged her request with a wave and Tamsyn watched him lead his patients and their families and friends away, Drake trailing behind reluctantly.

The incident put a damper on the festivities, at least as far as the families with children were concerned and the park emptied out a bit.

At sunset things picked up as the band, hired by the Fafields from the city, arrived and set up their equipment on the bandstand, while a crowd gathered. Soon the group launched into their repertoire of songs, covering a range of genres. Dancing began as night fell. Sparkling lights had been strung all around the center portion of the park and things grew lively again.

Tamsyn was a good dancer and had no lack of partners, including one slow dance with Jonny Fafield, which she didn’t move fast enough to avoid. The two of them had been an item in high school, pretty serious, but then he’d gone away to the capital city for college and she’d stayed on the ranch and inevitably they drifted apart. Jonny had indicated any number of times he’d like to hook up on a casual basis but Tamsyn wasn’t interested. Casual wasn’t her. She’d also finally seen through his façade of being a rich, handsome nice guy to understand the dark bully who’d use his family’s power and position to get anything he wanted was the true Jonny. She’d rather stay single forever than be in a relationship with a man of such caliber.

The festival ended promptly at midnight, the band playing one last song, and then everyone left the park.

Tamsyn waited by her groundtruck until her three wayward ranch hands showed up, worse for the wear. Drake’s arm was heavily bandaged, Piers had been in a fight and was sporting a black eye and Clemt was drunk. She plucked a bottle of feelgood from his hand and threw it in the nearest recycling container. “By the looks of you you’ve had enough rotgut tonight.”

The three men loaded themselves into the truck and she got behind the controls, shaking her head. Pretty much the usual for these affairs. The ranch hands are going to have a hard time rolling out of their bunks to work tomorrow.

Briefly she considered giving them the day off but the ranch work was waiting and there was fence to be mended, a stock pond to be dredged and refilled, a barn roof to repair before the next windstorm…the list was endless. She compromised.

“You can have the morning to sleep this off,” she said loud enough to penetrate their stupor. “Report for work at one o’clock or get docked for the day’s pay.”

Drake patted her shoulder awkwardly. “Aww, you’re a good boss.”

“Yeah? Don’t forget it when we’re on the big cattle drive next week. Less complaining would be a sweet relief.”

She let the truck’s AI take control as she passed through the neat little suburb outside the town proper, nothing special, simple colony housing, but kept with pride, landscaped as much as anything could be in this environment, and then she hit the open road which would take them to the ranch’s turnoff eventually and the truck accelerated to top speed.

Thank goodness it’s four months till the next damn festival Mrs. Fafield intends us all to celebrate. Tamsyn leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. She trusted the AI to get them home safely as it had done many times before. She hadn’t overindulged in feelgoods like her men had but she was tired after a long day of socializing and the dancing had been vigorous. She couldn’t seem to nap though as she kept having dreams which were dark and full of ominous shadows, with giant feral cats surrounding her, their eyes glowing and their teeth dripping blood.

VS: Now let me state I love cats and have always had them as pets so it was a little hard for me to make them the vector for the virus which turns people into zombies. But no cats are harmed in the book or later books! The cats are carriers, not victims. There’s a mystery about this aspect of the outbreak which will get resolved in a later book.

TAMSYN: A PLANET OF LAST RESORT NOVELLA by Veronica Scott

The story of one small town on a remote colony planet and the rising zombie apocalypse…Busy running her ranch outside Rosewater, Tamsyn Wendover doesn’t pay much attention to the goings-on in town. But when one of her ranch hands is bitten while trying to help a child, she’s drawn into the mysterious flu outbreak spreading over the planet. As the deadly flu worsens, striking the town and the ranch, the chaos intensifies and Tamsyn is drawn into the desperate fight for survival. Author’s Note: This 20K novella is a prequel to the events in book one, mostly occurring prior to the arrival of the main characters on the planet in ARRIVAL. There’s no romance in this novella although Tamsyn does meet the man she’ll fall in love with later as the story goes on in upcoming books. Tamsyn will be a continuing character in the adventures on the Planet of Last Resort.

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