In the two months since a mysterious infection turned people into monsters, Emily and her sister Cora have lost their home, watched friends die, and found love.
Still, they are unprepared for the decision that will change everything.
Inside of them burns the salvation of humanity -- if they can stay alive long enough to realize the cure.
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Zombies Don't Give Up
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Copyright ©2014 Ashlynn Monroe
Gunfire erupted around Coralee Bradley, but she wasn't fazed. She was desensitized to destruction. Carnage had become second nature.
Sergeant Jordan Parks, her lover, fought beside her. His military background made him the perfect mate to share her apocalyptic hell. The heat of his body penetrated her rain-damp clothing. She jerked her head and the damp tendrils of her hair swung away from her eyes. The misting dampness made the world cold and gray, but that didn't bother the zombies. They kept coming. Zombies didn't give up, but Cora was ready, too. Her body ached. Jordan's survival kept her fighting. Without him she'd just let the battle end.
There was nowhere to go. Zombies couldn't swim, but they did walk. When the crew of Poor lil' Rich Girl founded their sanctuary on the little island in the middle of the Mississippi River they never thought about the fact their nemeses didn't need to breathe. The horde created a pile of corpses. That pile became a hill of morbid danger. Overrun, cut off from the boats, this is where their stand against the horde ended. This was where they would die.
"Fight!" Jordan roared.
Cora turned just long enough to see her lover's anguished face. Even with the ravages of grief drawing his features tight he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen, with thick brown hair and piercing green eyes.
A snarl to her left broke the millisecond of distraction. Cora turned. Raising her sharpened axe high, she swung hard. The infected zombie's head sailed backwards off its body. The corpse's arms failed, reaching, then it took a step and crumpled to its knees before toppling at her feet.
Cora lurched right to avoid the carnage and bumped into Jordan. They were back-to-back again as the siege continued.
A woman's scream echoed through the trees and Cora looked around, but the circling bodies made it impossible to see.
"Emily," she screamed. "Em, you okay?"
No response. She heard a man's agonized cry turn into a gurgle. Images of one of those monsters ripping out her sister's throat caused panic to rise before she got herself under control. Cora shut the horror out of her mind and focused on the task. As she hacked at the mob, a growing sense of futility suffocated her. Anxiety wailed in her mind. This wasn't her first rodeo, but she'd never seen so many infected before.
Yankee burst through the horde. His powerful arms slashed and hacked until he was in the circle where she and Jordan worked. He was panting, and sweat plastered his long, dark blond hair to his face. He held a machete in each hand and swung them in a lethal rhythm. Gore dripped off his bare forearms.
"Where's Em?" Cora demanded without taking her eyes off the oncoming zombies. She had to yell over the sound of the oncoming mindless mob. Their horrible moaning droned on with nightmarish incessancy.
"With Thad. Got. Separated," he gasped out.
She spared a quick glance in his direction. He appeared exhausted. So was she. Giving up tempted her again.
"No!" screamed Jordan. He whirled just in time to hack off the arm of a large infected male whose reach had come very close to Cora's arm.
Startled, Cora gasped as a female zombie on her left grabbed her shoulder. She wasn't in a good position to free herself. Yankee whirled and chopped the attacker's head off. Jordan simultaneously grabbed her to keep her from falling under the weight of the body as it toppled.
"We can't keep this up much longer," Jordan grumbled.
Cora realized her apathy for death put the others in danger. Guilt became a thick lump in her stomach. She'd encouraged them to stay, even when things hadn't been what they'd expected, because she believed this island to be a haven.
The sound of one of the boats roaring to life sent her pulse racing and filled her with relief. Maybe Em had gotten clear of this mess. She could die happy if she knew her sister was okay.
"Holy shit, those bastards are going to kill us!" Yankee said as he granted another zombie the peace of a final death.