It was supposed to be over…
Returning from Haven 18 was supposed to be the end. But nothing is ever easy—and in a world full of zombies, finding the missing is next to impossible. There are breadcrumbs. Tiny clues. But what are a few tiny clues in a world of the dead?
Nurrin is desperate to find her brother, but that will mean trusting Finn O’Malley. A man shrouded in secrets, who kills as easily as breathing. And the more she learns about him, the more questions she has. But she has learned one thing—the zombies are changing. Adapting. And this time, the Haven walls won’t keep them out.Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog. She is the author of Girl Lost, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series.
“Nurrin,” I snarl again, and she’s in, the RV door locking behind her. It’s a steel reinforced door, made to be resistant for up to twelve hours of siege. There’s no way they’re coming in that way. I hear the clatter of her feet, and then she’s at my side, stepping past me to grab a few grenades and tucking them into her pocket.
“Will they leave us alone?” she asks, checking her knives. I feed a string of bullets into the machine gun and click the safety off. Shrug.
The buzz has become a roar, and I step away from my gun and into Nurrin’s space. She goes stiff as I put an arm around her, tugging her against me, my lips at her ear. “Sit down on the roof. Try to look non-threatening. Follow my lead, do you understand?”
“You are so fucking bossy,” she grumbles, her breath against my neck punctuating the words. My grip tightens on her, and I shake her a little. She knocks my hands away, glaring. “I understand. I’ll be your little windup toy, but I’ll be honest, O’Malley. This shit is getting hella old.”
I dismiss her complaint, turning the gun lazily to the south, and watch the motorcycles rumbling closer. Dust billows up around the RV and us as they prowl around the truck and race circles around the ZTNK.
Marauders. I watch them, looking for some clue to what kind they are—the type to be tossed out of a Haven for a criminal offense or the kind who just hates government control.
Some people are stubborn enough that they’ll face the infects before they face the government controlling their life and world, even with the limited government we have now. It’s not exactly sane, but it’s their choice. And there is something vaguely tempting about it—the lure of freedom.
These though—they’re not people looking for a bit of freedom. These are people who live on the edge of society because they can’t abide by society’s laws.
Before, people who broke laws were put in prison to keep them away from society and to carry out their punishment. But when we turned prisons into havens, we had to rethink the justice system.
It was pretty simple. Follow the rules, or be put in the Wide Open to take your chances with zombies.
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