With the zombie apocalypse taking its toll on his mind, one man faces a greater threat from above in this sequel to Blood Soaked and Contagious.
Zombies were bad enough, but now we’re being invaded from all sides. Up to our necks in blood, body parts, and unanswerable questions . . .
. . . As soon as the realization hit me, I lost my cool. I curled into the fetal position in a pile of blood, offal, and body parts, and froze there. What in the Hell was I becoming that killing was entertaining and satisfying?
I don’t know how long I was on my side in the remains of my opponents, but the mess was coagulating and getting cold . . . to say nothing of the smell of sliced-open bowels. There were periodic noises suggesting violence around and about where I was glued to the ground by noxious goop, but I couldn’t even raise my face to take a look around. My brain spun around and around, propelled by unanswered questions and abject horror.
The person I thought I was—a guy who does what he has to do when the chips are down—had been replaced by someone I didn’t know and it made me terribly afraid . . .
Praise for Blood Soaked and Contagious
“I give it an “EW!” factor of +10!” —Diana Gabaldon, #1 New York Times–bestselling author of the Outlander Series
