Volume 4 of The Dead Road series!
It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. It turned out to be the complete opposite...
A peaceful camping trip in the mountains of Vermont is interrupted when a group of friends discover there has been a slight interruption - a zombie outbreak.
Having barely survived the horrors in Maybridge and Stockton, the group now has a difficult decision to make: do they risk everything and lead a rescue effort against the better-armed and better-equipped Others, or flee for safety with what little life they have left??
Can the group cover miles of dark woods on foot while trying to avoid getting overtaken by the undead or the Others?
Read the final, chilling Volume of The Dead Road to find out...
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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 Jeep was packed with as much food and supplies as we could carry. We had jugs of water, cans of food, a backpack full of ammunition, even a portable fire extinguisher. Eli drove, following the wide path of Route 67, the noise from the engine reverberating off of the rock faces we passed between. Roger sat in the passenger seat, a shotgun cradled in his arms. I was in the back, two rifles lying in the floorboards at my feet, two handguns on the seat beside me. I had checked and loaded all of them, preparing for the worst. But something was missing.
Behind us, somewhere in the distance, following the scent of our sweat and the Jeep's exhaust, was a horde of over a hundred walking corpses, groaning and wheezing as they shambled along the road, arms outstretched. They were following the scent of fresh meat, following the trail they knew would lead to prey. They were following two vehicles that took the same road within minutes of one another - ours, and a white pickup truck holding at least six people. One of those people was a boy, maybe eighteen years old, named Zack. Zack was a local. He lived on Birch road. I had committed his face to memory. I repeated his name and address to myself like a mantra, Zack, Birch road, Stockton Vermont.
In the back of that truck was Amy. Amy was with us before. Zack and his people took her. They grabbed her, kicking and screaming, and drove away after shooting at us. They wanted her, so they took her. I picked up the rifle lying beside me and checked it again, opening the bolt to peer inside, making sure it was loaded.
Roger looked back at me as he heard me fiddling with the rifle. "Do we have a plan?"
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Giovanni Bocchieri
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