| Author: | Patrick Walston | ISBN: | 9781466151499 |
| Publisher: | Patrick Walston | Publication: | February 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Patrick Walston |
| ISBN: | 9781466151499 |
| Publisher: | Patrick Walston |
| Publication: | February 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
It's been days since the plague hit America.
Most of the population has turned into mindless creatures that hunger for human flesh and blood. Danny Hefner and a handful of others will try to live through this hellish nightmare, but they'll wonder if it's really worth it.
Danny had watched and read plenty of Zombie fiction in his life, but nothing could have prepared him for this unthinkable, unimaginable hell.
Everyone he knew had died. They'd become something less than human—wild animals with no self-control.
He'd had to fight his way past his wife after she had turned into just such a beast.
It's been said that nothing hurts more than losing a loved one. Well, Danny knew a pain that was a thousand times worse—not only had he lost a loved one, but she'd become some kind of zombie. He'd had to fight her, making sure he didn't get bit or scratched, hoping he would gain the upper hand.
The plague had started off as an airborne illness much like the flu. The symptoms were easy to identify—blurred vision, slurred speech, and going from icy cold to burning hot.
After a few hours the symptoms would become worse. It was noted by many health-care professionals that the patients would become numb, like their whole body was asleep—not like pins and needles asleep, just completely numb, where they could no longer feel when anyone touched them.
Without the sensation of pain the patients would start chewing on their hands and arms, and once they got the taste of blood they changed.
It wasn't long before the infected overwhelmed the living. The illness became blood-borne. When the creatures began to bite the other patients the illness spread faster than a wild fire.
From the mountains of North Carolina to the coast of California the sickness was out of control. There were people rioting in the streets.
It made it difficult to tell just what was happening. Madness had taken hold. People were punching, kicking, biting and pulling hair. As the cops tried to break up the acts of violence they soon noticed they were greatly outnumbered and quickly running out of room to lock people up.
Not only were they running out of jail cells, they were running out of bullets.
It's been days since the plague hit America.
Most of the population has turned into mindless creatures that hunger for human flesh and blood. Danny Hefner and a handful of others will try to live through this hellish nightmare, but they'll wonder if it's really worth it.
Danny had watched and read plenty of Zombie fiction in his life, but nothing could have prepared him for this unthinkable, unimaginable hell.
Everyone he knew had died. They'd become something less than human—wild animals with no self-control.
He'd had to fight his way past his wife after she had turned into just such a beast.
It's been said that nothing hurts more than losing a loved one. Well, Danny knew a pain that was a thousand times worse—not only had he lost a loved one, but she'd become some kind of zombie. He'd had to fight her, making sure he didn't get bit or scratched, hoping he would gain the upper hand.
The plague had started off as an airborne illness much like the flu. The symptoms were easy to identify—blurred vision, slurred speech, and going from icy cold to burning hot.
After a few hours the symptoms would become worse. It was noted by many health-care professionals that the patients would become numb, like their whole body was asleep—not like pins and needles asleep, just completely numb, where they could no longer feel when anyone touched them.
Without the sensation of pain the patients would start chewing on their hands and arms, and once they got the taste of blood they changed.
It wasn't long before the infected overwhelmed the living. The illness became blood-borne. When the creatures began to bite the other patients the illness spread faster than a wild fire.
From the mountains of North Carolina to the coast of California the sickness was out of control. There were people rioting in the streets.
It made it difficult to tell just what was happening. Madness had taken hold. People were punching, kicking, biting and pulling hair. As the cops tried to break up the acts of violence they soon noticed they were greatly outnumbered and quickly running out of room to lock people up.
Not only were they running out of jail cells, they were running out of bullets.
