What do you do when you are one of the infected?
The virus in my blood is trying to steal my humanity. It alters my very thoughts and reactions. It taunts me by tempting me with desires that it planted in my brain. These bloodthirsty desires would lead to my demise if I ever gave in. I have more in common with the zombies than with humans at this point. Even the fallen zombies accept me as one of their own.
Blood is required to retain my grip on sanity, but the sweet smelling blood from humans is a short path to madness. Human blood is to be avoided at all costs.
Humankind around the world was driven close to extinction by the sudden appearance of the zombies, yet small groups of survivors constantly manage to appear and put my control to the test.
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I obviously wanted nothing to do with them. Why were humans so bloody persistent?
I altered my direction a bit and picked up some speed, but the ground shook from the vehicles as they closed in. The car and truck angled towards each other before slamming on the brakes to form a roadblock. The car slid right in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat from the engine as the front of the car went by me. It was close enough that I didn't even have enough space to slow down.
Not that slowing down had been in any of my plans to start with.
This is a standalone zombie book that has nothing do to with any of my other stories. I wanted to try a book with an easily irritated main character and a nutcase secondary character. This book has a slightly darker outlook at the beginning than my usual stories, but it has some humor further along. Definitely not a horror story, although it has its share of action. There is no romance.
The cover was lovingly crafted by @stiles24stilinskiXD. A huge thank you to her for her phenomenal work!
Ranked #1 on September 15, 2017.