ZEEKA CHRONICLES by Brenda Mohammed

Looking to read a mind-blowing, bold, and original ‘other world’ book to capture your imagination?
ZEEKA CHRONICLES: REVENGE OF ZEEKA by Author Brenda Mohammed, a multi-award winning science-fiction novel inspired by the recent scare of the zika virus, set in the year 2036, where zombies and robots take centre stage, will blow your mind.
It will take you on a futuristic journey into the year 2036.
The highly imaginative tales within would keep you spellbound.
How can one man misuse science for revenge?
Prepare to hold on to your seats as you may have to dodge high tech weapons and shrinkenators.Don’t worry.
Handsome doctors like Dr. Raynor Sharpe and Dr. Steven Sharpe along with beautiful Dr. Janet Jones-Sharpe will take care of you at the Gosh hospital.
Intertwined in the first part of this futuristic tale is a romance about Janet and Raynor which will warm your hearts.
The highlight of the story is the life of the protagonist Dr. Steven Sharpe who was kidnapped as a child.
Zeeka Chronicles: Revenge of Zeeka was an award winner in the Category Young Adult Thriller in Readers Favorite International Awards 2018, winner in Science Fiction in SIBA Awards 2017, winner of the gold award in the category science fiction in Connections Emagazine Readers’ Choice Awards 2018, and winner in the top ten finalists for science fiction in the Author Academy Global Awards 2018,.
Here is a recent review from an Amazon reader:”An entertaining read filled with suspense. A science-fiction story with lingering themes on human flaws and goodness.
As a teacher/student this would make a great comparative study to Frankenstein or Shakespeare’s plays, with love, lies, and revenge as persistent human traits. Set in 2036 the unnerving accuracy of being in an era where we encounter robots as part of our daily lives takes the reader on a journey through time where human values, some negative and some are imperative to the improvement of the human condition.
If you’re not a zombie fan, this book will draw you –destined to shock and delight.” MN

Targeted Age Group:: Young adults and all ages

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
With the scare of the zika virus, my imagination started to form stories in my mind. I had never written a science fiction novel before and decided to try. I wrote the first episode Zeeka and the Zombies and it was well-received. The other episodes followed naturally – Zeeka's Child, Zeeka Returns, Zeeka's Ghost and Resurrection. Zeeka kept speaking to me telling me what to write. The book became the winner of several international awards.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Some of the characters themselves gave me their names. Zeeka was the man who used science for revenge and he used the unfortunate effects of the zika virus to do so. Number Nine was the ninth zombie and he had a story of his own which is revealed in the final episode, Resurrection. I chose the names of the other characters off the top of my head, and readers say that they fell in love with Janet and Raynor, two doctors at the hospital in the fictitious island of Gosh.

Book Sample
RAYNOR HAS A VISION

The sound of sirens rudely awakened Raynor Sharpe from his bed. He seemed to hear screeching noises everywhere. Outside his house, people were screaming and shouting.
“What’s all that commotion about?” he muttered. He tumbled off his bed staggering and grappled around for his eyeglasses. He could not find them in the confusion in the room. He looked around the room and searched amongst his clothes which lay scattered on the floor. His eyes followed the bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the bedside table. He tripped on a woman’s pair of red high-heeled shoes. “What the hell!
Whose shoes are these? Did I have company last night?”
He could not recall what happened the night before. As he looked around the room again, he saw female garments and underwear on the couch.
Half-asleep and puzzled, he scratched his head. “Was a woman here?” “Where are my glasses?” he shouted as he brushed aside clothing lying on the dressing table. His eyeglasses fell to the highly polished floor. He picked it up, put it on, pulled the curtain aside, and looked out of the window.
Am I awake? He shook his head as if to shake off his drowsiness. Is this something out of a science fiction movie? Am I seeing hundreds of short people with tiny heads walking like robots on the beach? He scratched his head again, and then pinched himself. That hurt. I am not dreaming.
He looked at the digital calendar on the wall to recall the date. It was Sunday 30th January 2036. He flung open the window to take another look at the beach. The pungent smell of rotting fish invaded the room. He could hear the waves pounding on the seashore. There was no one in sight except a lone angler trying to pull in a catch. He wondered, did I just have a vision? Where are the short robot-like people? What about those noises I heard?
The visual telephone rang with a piercing sound. As he turned around to answer it, a woman walked out of the second bedroom. “J – Janet,” he gasped, “You slept here last night?”
Janet stood there smiling. “Don’t you remember anything?”
She continued looking at him intently. He glanced up and down her beautiful slim body. Her dark brown hair fell on her tanned shoulders.
“You mean we spent the night together?”
Janet laughed. “No, silly. I brought you home last night. You had too much to drink at the mayor’s ball. You've got a lovely house here on the beachfront. I like it here.”
Raynor felt foolish. The phone continued to ring with a deafening sound. “Thanks, Janet. Did you tuck me in my bed?”
Janet pointed to the phone. “I only removed your shoes and jacket. Answer the phone.”
Raynor looked at the telephone, shaped like a small robot, and blurted out, “Hello.” There was a dial tone and no face at the other end. Whoever had rung had disconnected the call.
“There’s no one there. Probably a prankster called. Where’s my car? If you drove me home, where did I leave it?”
Janet shook her head and smiled. “You’ve forgotten, haven’t you? You left it at the hospital.
Dr. Mark Schmidt took you to the ball after you saw your last patient last night.”
Janet started walking around the house and stepped up to the window to admire the view. Raynor followed her and asked, “Did you see what I saw?”
Janet turned around to face Raynor. “What did you see?”
“The short people with small heads. Didn’t you see them?”
Janet laughed again. “There is no one out there, Raynor. You must have been dreaming.”
Raynor walked away from the window. “I swear I must have been wide awake. There were hundreds of people with small heads walking out there. I heard police sirens and people shouting and screaming.”
Janet glanced out the window a second time. “Looks awfully quiet to me. You probably have a hangover.”
Raynor murmured with a sigh of relief, “Maybe I dreamt it.”
Janet was eager to change the conversation. “Let’s have breakfast. I made you toast, scrambled eggs, and hot coffee.”
Raynor seemed surprised. “Janet, you have worked at the hospital all these years, and you have helped me tremendously with my medical practice. You did not have to make me breakfast too.”
Janet started to walk towards the kitchen and beckoned to Raynor to follow her. “I wanted to do it. I always start the day with a good breakfast. Let’s enjoy it.”
Raynor followed Janet to the kitchen and sat on the bar stools. She had laid out the toast, bread, and coffee on the bar counter. A homely scent permeated through the kitchen area. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee covered up the smell of the rotten fish.
He looked at her and thought, I never had the courage to propose to her. I’m secretly in love with her all these years. I even purchased a diamond engagement ring but kept it in my locker waiting for the right time.
She’s a ravishing beauty, especially without her doctor’s coat. I wish I could have breakfast with her every morning for the rest of my life.
Raynor gazed at Janet. Her body curved in all the right places. She wore a soft red polka-dot dress. Her dark brown smiling eyes glanced at him. Her full lips had a slight pout like a younger version of Angelina Jolie. He kept staring at her as she sipped her coffee graciously.
Unaware to Raynor Janet was also eying him. She was thinking, Raynor Sharpe is not a bad-looking person at all. In fact, he’s very good-looking. He looks like my favorite movie star George Clooney in his younger days. He has great abs too. I wonder why he never got married.
Silence reigned in the kitchen as they ate breakfast. Both were engrossed in thoughts of their own.
Raynor Sharpe and Janet Jones worked at the Gosh Central Hospital. They were gynecologists and were amongst the best-known doctors in the island of Gosh. Janet also specialized in oncology and helped many cancer patients survive with a new drug that she had recently invented.
Raynor broke the silence, “This meal is delicious. Where did you learn to cook?”
Janet was pleased that Raynor was enjoying her cooking.
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it. My Mom taught me how to cook.”
Raynor built up the courage to ask Janet the next question. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Janet dropped her fork on her plate and sat upright. “I thought you knew.
I’m engaged and will be getting married in the next two months.”
Disappointed in her reply he asked, “Who’s the lucky guy?”
Janet looked down at the floor. She seemed to be avoiding his eyes. “He’s a doctor too.”
Raynor could not stand the thought of Janet marrying someone else. He did his best to keep his composure. “Do I know him?”
Janet picked up her fork again and played around with the food on her plate before she answered. “I doubt that very much. He works in another city. He does not attend many functions with me. He’s a very private person.”
After a brief interval, Raynor asked, “What’s his name?” Before she could answer, the shrill ringing of the phone interrupted their conversation. Raynor got up and walked swiftly over to the phone in the living area. Dr. Brown’s face appeared. “Good Morning, Raynor, Can you come over to the hospital right away. We need all the doctors we have on this case.”
“What’s wrong?” Raynor asked. “Who is it?” “Just get over here as fast as you can,” said Dr. Brown with a worried look on his face.
Raynor replied, “Sure, I’m on my way,” As he disconnected the call, he called out to Janet. “Get dressed quickly, Janet. The hospital needs us. You will have to drive me there since you said that my car is at the hospital.”
Janet jumped off the stool and headed for the bedroom to get dressed. “No problem,” she replied. As they got into the car, Raynor told Janet that Dr. George Brown, Medical Chief of Staff from the hospital called. He wanted to see them on an urgent matter.
Raynor’s car whizzed through the well-developed and prosperous little scenic island of Gosh off the coast of South America. Tourists from all over the world flocked that island for its well-known fabulous beaches and resorts.
Many were already there to attend the annual Carnival celebrations known internationally as the greatest show on earth. In spite of its dark elements people did not want to miss the explosion of colour, music, revelry, and creativity. Tourists were seen along the streets with shopping bags as Raynor and Janet sped by in Raynor’s electric car.
Despite the presence of heavy police security, there were instances of serious crime occurring during the Carnival celebrations.
Notwithstanding new developments in technology and medicine over the past twenty years, the crime detection rate on the island had not improved much because of corrupt officers on the police force.