Volume 1 of The Dead Road series
It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. It turned out to be the complete opposite...
A camping trip in the mountains of Vermont is interrupted when a group of friends discover there has been a zombie outbreak. Having been disconnected from the world for the past week, and one of their group already bitten, the friends have to make their way down the mountain and find safety.
Can the group cover miles of dark woods on foot while trying to avoid getting overtaken by the undead? What caused the outbreak? Are there any other survivors?
Read on to find out...
Warning: Volume 1 is a novella that contains gritty action, bad language, violence, and the Undead. Read at your own risk.
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Praise for The Dead Road:
"Really liked all the books in this collection, they kept me on the edge of my seat. I would definitely recommend this to anyone that enjoys this type of book."
"Starts out fast and furious with backseat mayhem reminiscent of Pulp Fiction and ends with a road trip to destiny...or the next town over, called Maybridge. Four city slickers go camping/hunting for a week in the woods and discover that the world around them has become zombified. This is the story of their escape from the woods. Nicely done."
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28 reviews, 4 stars
When Jake vomited in the back seat it didn't smell like vomit. That rotten animal smell, that sometimes permeates around dumpsters in forgotten corners of parking lots behind struggling department stores, it smelled like that. I opened my window, my left hand gripping the barrel of my rifle that much tighter. It seemed like a lifetime since we were breaking camp, since the world was still a normal place, and we all knew our place in it. From apex predator to easy prey in one very long, quick step down.
"Hurry up, man! I think he's dyin'!" Eli was in the back seat. His voice was shaky, like he was on the verge of panic. My heart was racing, and I could feel the cold sweat pooling in the small of my back, but I wasn't panicking. Of course, I didn't have Jake's vomit on my shoes.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Roger was driving. The SUV was bumping and bouncing down the mountain road, Roger turning the wheel wildly to avoid holes and rocks. We had driven this road a dozen times every year, for six years. Our annual camping trip, out in the mountains of Vermont. Roger always drove. We even used to come in his beat-up hatchback and left Eli's brand new Jeep at the bottom of the mountain because Roger wanted to drive. He used to come up here with his parents every summer. His uncle taught him to drive on these roads where he couldn't hit other cars. He used to ride four-wheelers down like he was in an X-Games event. He knew the road. I am positive that was the only reason we were still alive to that point.
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