“I didn't see Rebecca die the second time.”
The United States military hides a secret: the completely real existence of one-bite-and-you're-dead zombies. An elite Special Forces unit has known they exist for over a hundred years, and has been quietly and expertly keeping the monsters at bay… until now.
The sole survivor of the massacre at Fall Creek joins this elite unit to combat the single greatest threat our world has ever known. Even as victories over the walkers mount, true evil still lurks in the hearts of men, and at the last, only a brave few may survive.
A character-driven story similar to The Walking Dead, The Dying of the Light: End has won multiple awards and has been featured as a best-seller on Amazon for much of its publication history. It's currently ranked 4.2/5 stars with over 115 4- and 5-star reviews. It's sold more than 10,000 copies worldwide as of October 2014. It's been called "the best zombie book since World War Z.
This title is the first in a trilogy, with the sequel Interval currently available and the final book due out in early 2015.
Fall Creek, Colorado — 1 year ago
I didn’t see Rebecca die the second time.
Or the first, for that matter.
I knew that I didn’t want to be out on the street right now; not this close to nightfall. Night is their time, I thought, and realized I was whispering to myself. If I kept this up, I was going to go as bat-shit crazy as old man Feldon had been even before it all hit the fan.
He only ended up ranting and raving in the street, not eating people; he got off easy.
The waning Colorado sunlight fell across the street below me, and I could see more than a few of the bastards milling around, looking for a meal. I hid behind the roof sign for the small grocery store, my rifle across my back and my pistol in hand.
As I looked across the street, I could see my goal: Monty’s Sports & Outdoors. Ten rounds in the pistol and a few in the rifle wasn’t going to do it; I needed some more ammo if I was going to survive getting out of here. Unfortunately, there were about 30 walking death machines separating me from my next step on the road to Splitsville.
I sighed and checked my pistol’s magazine once more, shifting the weight of the rifle. Maybe if I move down the street I can find a quieter place to cross over.
Suddenly, my eye caught on one of them wearing a sundress and standing apart from the others. Despite the rips and tears in the dress, I could see the pattern of flowers and pale yellow fabric. My vision tracked upwards, catching other details, like the silver watch and the simple necklace, framed by the long blonde hair, the bite and claw marks evident on her shoulder and upper arm. I knew what I would see as I raised my gaze to the thing’s face, and as much as I hoped I was wrong in those few seconds, I wasn’t.
It was Rebecca, my fiancée.
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