In the fight for survival, something always goes wrong. In a post-apocalyptic zombie infested world, what's a girl to do? Will she and her new family of survivors see another sun rise or will they all die for the secret hope they're protecting?
“Hey, May? Not to rush your sightseeing or anything, but get this damn thing off me!” Jeff shouted, shoving at my leg with his good foot. The same one that left a giant throbbing bruise on my cheek. I bit down on the urge to drop the heater again, on ‘accident’, and swiveled it around to lean against the ramp with a grunt.
Jeff was gingerly rolling himself over, groaning and moaning, when I happened to look back towards the mini-riot occurring on the far side of the lot, just in time to see a handful of the lurchers peel away from the mass and head straight towards us.
“Jeff, I think we should probably move.”