Volume 2 of The Dead Road series!
It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. It turned out to be the complete opposite...
Having made their way down the mountain, Alex, Roger and Eli hear a faint voice on the radio. Now, following the mysterious recorded message, they have an ever-so slight hope of finding other survivors or maybe even a way out of this apocalyptic mess.
Leading them to the small town of Maybridge, the three have to find the strange voice and the radio station, and hopefully discover they are not alone in this new world.
But will they find what they are looking for? Or something altogether more…sinister?
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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."
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."
The sun was coming up, and we were secure in the fact that we were not the last men on Earth. The radio signal we heard from Maybridge, Vermont was still faintly audible through the haze of white noise. "Avoid Stockton" it said, "all dead." Roger drove. Eli sat in the front sit, cradling my hunting rifle like a kid with his favorite stuffed animal. I lay in the back, my foot elevated, hanging in a makeshift sling suspended from the laundry hook above the door. It hurt, but at least it had stopped bleeding. It was probably infected.
Roger leaned back a bit to make sure I heard what he was saying. "Maybridge is coming up. Ten more minutes I'd say."
I leaned up on my elbows. "Try to find a pharmacy or something. I need to clean out this cut and get it bandaged."
Eli snickered, "And a shoe store."
Roger chuckled. Sure the joke was at my expense, but right now I wasn't going to begrudge a little bit of a laugh. I smirked and lay back down. "Yeah, one running a sale on hiking boots."
We drove the rest of the way in silence. For that glorious moment I could almost forget that the world was being overrun by monsters. I could almost forget that we were following a barely audible radio signal in hopes of finding someone else alive.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Pedro de Albuquerque Bandarra
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