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Can true love survive the zombie apocalypse? Nineteen-year-old Peyton Anderson will never forget the day she was forced to make a choice--between her family--and Chris Parker, the boy she’d given her heart. Now four years later, as she steps out from the fallout shelter and into a zombie-infested world, he’s the only thing on her mind. Thanks to her father Peyton is now built to survive: with razor tipped nails, ocular implants and cybernetics that make her stronger, faster, and able to protect herself in a world filled with monsters. Yet all the weapons in the world can’t protect her heart when she runs into Chris again. The once sweet boy of her childhood has now grown into a tortured man--still furious at her for breaking his heart and never telling him why. Now the two of them find themselves on the run, forced to fight their way down the monster strewn east coast to reach the last human outpost on Earth: Walt Disney World. Can they find a way to let go of old hurts and regain the love they lost--all while attempting to save what’s left of the human race?
old technology enthusiasts and a mind-numbingly awful reality rerun about some obscure, ancient family known as the Kardashians. When she was younger, she’d begged her dad for a Smart TV like all her friends had hanging in their living rooms. The ones where you could inject yourself into the show and become a character, changing the plot at will. But her dad refused, insisting that those kinds of television sets were dangerous. After all, there was no way to tell what programs the government had
greens and yellows and blues, all swirled together. And now, if anything, they seemed even more brilliant in the fading light of day. “Are you okay?” he asked, actually sounding concerned for the first time since they’d met that day. She realized she was trembling. How embarrassing. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her as weak. “I’m fine,” she retorted, shaking her head to free it from his hand. But he only gripped her chin tighter, tracing a finger along her jawline. That touch
inside the motel to a better protected spot. But she found she couldn’t, and instead she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling each silky smooth strand. Chase thrashed a final time, then fell still, unconsciously cuddling against her, wrapping an arm around her waist. It was too tender. Too poignant. She should remove his hand. Stand up. Walk away. But she didn’t. She just sat there, willing herself to stay awake, praying they wouldn’t have any unwanted visitors. Some tough girl she was. Her
hesitate. She roundhouse-kicked, striking the girl’s arm. The effort to do so made her almost pass out. Her attacker bellowed in pain but kept her grip, slashing out at Peyton with the knife. It sliced through the leather on Peyton’s left shoulder. Gritting her teeth, Peyton leaned forward and head-butted the girl. The force of the blow sent the blonde flying backward into a pile of crucifixes. If she had been a vampire, she would have been a goner for sure. But, mortal, she rallied, leaping
cried. “It’s my best friend.” Chris gritted his teeth. “It was Avery, Peyton. Past tense.” “But… look at her! She even still has that birthmark.” Peyton was shaking as she pointed at Avery’s arm. The monster lunged, teeth bared and eyes black. Peyton dodged, screamed, and turned, tripping over a root and falling flat on her face. She could hear Avery behind her, jaws snapping. Lunch with a friend? Hadn’t she just been wishing she and Avery could have that again? Wishes came true. Peyton