title: Whistling Past the Graveyard: And Other Tales
author:  Jonathan Maberry 
description: JONATHAN MABERRY is a NY Times bestselling novelist, five-time Bram Stoker Award winner, and comic book writer. He writes the Joe Ledger thrillers, the Rot &amp; Ruin series, the Nightsiders series, the Dead of Night series, as well as standalone novels in multiple genres. His novels include KILL SWITCH, the 8th in his best-selling Joe Ledger thriller series; VAULT OF SHADOWS, a middle-grade sf/fantasy mash-up; and MARS ONE, a standalone teen space travel novel. He is the editor of many anthologies including THE X-FILES, SCARY OUT THERE, OUT OF TUNE, and V-WARS. His comic book works include, among others, CAPTAIN AMERICA, the Bram Stoker Award-winning BAD BLOOD, ROT &amp; RUIN, V-WARS, the NY Times bests-selling MARVEL ZOMBIES RETURN, and others. His books EXTINCTION MACHINE and V-WARS are in development for TV/film. A board game version of V-WARS was released in early 2016. He is the founder of the Writers Coffeehouse, and the co-founder of The Liars Club. Prior to becoming a full-time novelist, Jonathan spent twenty-five years as a magazine feature writer, martial arts instructor and playwright. He was a featured expert on the History Channel documentary, Zombies: A Living History and a regular expert on the TV series, True Monsters. He is one third of the very popular and mildly weird Three Guys With Beards pop-culture podcast. Jonathan lives in Del Mar, California with his wife, Sara Jo. www.jonathanmaberry.com
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  PROLOGUE
  
  
  He whistled as he dug. He had selected an area where the ground was loose and
  the digging was easy. Progress had been better than he’d expected. A hole
  three feet deep should do the job. Six feet long by two feet wide by three
  feet deep was the ideal in his experience. No inquisitive dog would ever
  stumble on a grave he had dug. He stopped digging and leaned on his shovel.
  The whistling had been unconscious. He recognised the tune as ‘You are my
  sunshine’. Where the hell had that come from? Was he ever anyone’s sunshine?
  Did he ever make anyone happy? He wasn’t about ‘happy’; he was about hate and
  about pain. He thought people should be able to see the hate in his face, but
  they didn’t seem to and that was to his advantage. He laughed at the body in
  the wheelbarrow. I’m certainly not going to make you happy. Or perhaps I did
  for a while. But it was always going to end like this. He wiped the sweat from
  his brow with the back of his hand and then retur