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S.P. Blackmore
Dead Men Don't Skip
Dead Men Don't Skip
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It's official: The end of the world still sucks.
Several months ago, meteors slammed into the planet and the dead got up and walked, and life has been a complete trainwreck ever since. A bunch of us made it to the city of Hastings thinking we'd find something resembling normalcy. After all, it's safe behind a giant wall, and its people don't seem to worry about random attacks from the undead or roving biker gangs. Seems like paradise, right?
Newsflash: It's not. The guy in charge isn't cut out for middle management, much less running a city. Oh, and despite its big, fancy wall, the clueless inhabitants of Hastings are still routinely chomped on by the undead. I would know--I see them every day in the medical facility. I also see the city's last researcher acting weirder and weirder about the whole "zombie virus" thing, which makes me wonder if something worse than your average shambler is coming down the pipeline.
Fighting the undead is one thing. Saving a city is totally different. But someone's got to do it.
My name is Vibeke, and I have a sinking feeling that someone is going to be me...
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Approximately 93,000 words.
Several months ago, meteors slammed into the planet and the dead got up and walked, and life has been a complete trainwreck ever since. A bunch of us made it to the city of Hastings thinking we'd find something resembling normalcy. After all, it's safe behind a giant wall, and its people don't seem to worry about random attacks from the undead or roving biker gangs. Seems like paradise, right?
Newsflash: It's not. The guy in charge isn't cut out for middle management, much less running a city. Oh, and despite its big, fancy wall, the clueless inhabitants of Hastings are still routinely chomped on by the undead. I would know--I see them every day in the medical facility. I also see the city's last researcher acting weirder and weirder about the whole "zombie virus" thing, which makes me wonder if something worse than your average shambler is coming down the pipeline.
Fighting the undead is one thing. Saving a city is totally different. But someone's got to do it.
My name is Vibeke, and I have a sinking feeling that someone is going to be me...
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Approximately 93,000 words.
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