Apocalypse Z: The Wrath of the Just (Apocalypse Z, Book 3)
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An act of terrorism unleashed an unspeakable biological weapon...and hell on earth. But as the masses felled by a hideous virus rose from the dead to prey on the living, a small band of survivors defied death and its ghastly spawn—determined to outrun the world’s end and somehow begin again.
But beyond the undead-besieged shores of Europe lies something closer to damnation than salvation. Rescued from certain death at sea, a young Spanish lawyer, the beautiful woman he loves, and his brash, battle-hardened best friend—who have weathered the worst of the unnatural disaster—think they’re escaping to freedom but are delivered into a stronghold of hate. In a United States ravaged by a zombie plague and overrun by the undead, only Gulfport, Mississippi, offers sanctuary...for a price: subservience to a fascist dictator and his brutal enforcers. But their reign of terror will soon be challenged—by rebels hungry for vengeance and invaders bent on conquest.
The truck driver slammed on the brakes, terrified. The whole column screeched to a halt. On the hill, a mule with a body slung on her back trotted happily toward the convoy. 43 Prit jumped out of the truck before it came to a stop and ran toward the mule. It’s gotta be him. When he reached the mule he stopped, panting. The rider lay facedown across the mule’s neck. His legs were tangled in a torn saddlebag slung over the mule’s back. If it hadn’t been for that, he’d have fallen to the ground. Something shifted inside one of the bags and uttered a meow that sounded very familiar.
And he was just a few hours from carrying it out. When we were three miles from Gulfport, the truck driver slammed on the brakes. The lead tank had stopped, and the crew peered out the window. In the distance a red flare shot up in the sky, followed by two more. “What is it? ” I asked. “What does that mean? ” The Mexican looked at us, his face pale and drawn in rage. “It’s the ghetto! That’s the emergency signal for a raid. The Greens have attacked! ” “How bad is the situation? ” Prit asked. “Really bad. They must’ve uncovered our plans.
When the guy reappeared, he had a deep cut on his left arm, and he was dragging Lucia up the stairs, his right arm tight around her neck. Nearly unconscious for lack of oxygen, the girl still waved around a broken bottle. “Órale, Tomás, let the girl go. You’ll kill her! ” Mendoza muttered as he gargled a shot of tequila. Tomás tossed her to the floor with a menacing scowl. Looking at the girl’s pale face, he got angry all over again. Lucia tried to crawl to the door, but someone grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet.
In the end, they didn’t matter, despite their rank. He just nodded and fixed his unblinking gaze on the minister. “Allow me to introduce Colonel Hong,” the minister began. “He is an experienced member of our special forces, with a lengthy resume. He took part in three raids south of the DMZ and another off the coast of Japan. He carried out each mission with true revolutionary spirit. I am convinced he’s the right man for this sensitive matter. ” Hong was lost in thought. As they sat around a table in the minister’s plush office, his past missions sounded so honorable.
He said with a half smile. “I don’t believe you. ” I didn’t look up from the mackerel I was cleaning. “Deep down, you’re really fond of him. Besides, he’s not my cat; Lucullus thinks we belong to him. ” As if agreeing with me, Lucullus let out a long, loud meow and then jumped off the bunk and swaggered toward me in his feline way, waiting for some fish guts to land in his bowl. Pritchenko shook his head and went back on deck, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I looked at my calloused hands covered in fish scales and laughed bitterly.