Chapters (91)
- Author’s Foreword
- Part One: Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight
- DURING THE OUTBREAK
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- Part Two: Fat Girl with a knife
- DURING THE OUTBREAK
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- Part Three: Orc Night
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- Part Four: Still of Night
- — 1 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 2 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 3 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 4 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 5 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 6 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 7 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 8 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 9 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 10 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 11 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 12 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 13 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 14 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 15 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 16 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 17 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 18 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 19 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 20 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 21 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 22 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 23 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 24 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 25 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 26 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 27 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 28 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 29 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 30 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 31 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 32 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 33 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 34 —: DAHLIA AND THE PACK
- — 35 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN
- — 36 —: HAPPY VALLEY
- — 37 —: THE SOLDIER AND THE DOG
- — 38 —: THE SIEGE OF HAPPY VALLEY
- — 39 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN, THE SOLDIER, AND THE DOG
- — 40 —: THE SIEGE OF HAPPY VALLEY
- — 41 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN, THE SOLDIER, AND THE DOG
- — 42 —: HAPPY VALLEY
- — 43 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN, THE SOLDIER, AND THE DOG
- — 44 —: HAPPY VALLEY
- — 45 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN, THE SOLDIER, AND THE DOG
- — 46 —: HAPPY VALLEY
- — 47 —: THE WARRIOR WOMAN, THE SOLDIER, AND THE DOG
- — 48 —: THE SIEGE OF HAPPY VALLEY
- — 49 —: THE WAR
- EPILOGUE
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- The Zombie Apocalypse Chronology
With that he turned and walked off. Serena and Nathan exchanged a long look, and Dahlia saw that they weren’t sure about which side they were on. But Nathan tapped Serena’s shoulder, nudging her in Trash’s direction. They both glanced at their friends, but then turned and vanished into the forest. The others stood listening to the sound of their passage fade, fade, and then vanish.
Dahlia pawed tears from her eyes. Jumper put his arm around her shoulders but she shook her head and he let his arm fall. They turned toward the old man.
“Who are you?” asked Slow Dog.
He turned to him. “There isn’t enough time left in the world to answer that question in any way you’d understand.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” said Dahlia. “I mean . . . what’s your name? Can you tell us that, at least?”
The old man studied her and although she saw lights flickering in his eyes she was unable to use them to decode anything about him.
The old man gave her a smile that made him look old and sad. “You can call me Mr. Church.”
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THE WARRIOR WOMAN
Rachael walked the path, gathering fallen weapons while Jason searched their would-be attackers for any more they might be concealing. Using the shotgun, he motioned for them to sit down one by one along the path, hands in plain sight. Alice sat off to the side with Tommy, holding him until his tears subsided.
The thumping of footsteps coming up the path made her tense and spin around, sword out. She lowered it when Peter and Claudia came into sight.
“We heard the screams,” Peter gasped as they both leaned over to catch their breath, hands on knees. “Are you okay?”
“The Apple Man went orc and attacked Tommy, and then we had some unexpected visitors.” Rachael nodded over her shoulder at the line of people. “We’re all fine though. The kid’s a bit shaken up, but no surprise there. Keep watch here, okay? I don’t know if there’s more of this crowd around, and I don’t want to get surprised again.”
Rachael picked up a Bowie knife and dropped it onto the now-sizeable pile of confiscated weapons, then strode over to the group of attackers. She looked at them one by one before crouching down in front of the man who’d held the gun on her.
“Look,” she said evenly, “we don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t have you threatening me or my people, so tell me who you are and what you want. And if you’re lucky I’ll send you on your way. No harm, no foul.” She tapped one palm absently against the hilt of the Elven dagger, once more sheathed at her hip. The man swallowed, his gaze never leaving her hand or the dagger.