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The world has fallen, overrun by the dead. Hailey and Ronan have one goal. 

Survive. 

But in a world where danger lurks around every corner, survival isn’t just about dodging zombies.  

They must travel together through highways choked with the dead and cities crawling with danger. They fight to survive. Every mile is a gamble with scarce supplies, hostile survivors, and the relentless undead.  

In a world where trust is dead, can they make it to the other side alive?

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"You can't kill something that's already dead, Hailey-Jade. The dead don't die anymore. It lives."

Apocalypse: The Dead Lives

Two Weeks Later...

Tiny and Marco left the bunker at 5AM. We haven't seen or heard from them ever since. It was 10AM now.

I leaned back into Ronan's chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I instantly warmed up against the low temperatures in the room and let out a soft sigh of contentment.

"We need to get the hell out of here!" Cooper angrily uttered while furiously rubbing his hands together.

"Cooper, sit down," Ellie uttered in annoyance.

"And go where?" I tiredly asked him.

I swear we've done this song and dance about a thousand times before. I mean, I don't blame him, we're running out of supplies, and we haven't done anything productive while being down here.

"Outside! Up! Anywhere but here! I need to get the hell out of here!" Cooper burst out. "If I stay in this fucking room, one more day. I am going to lose my shit, okay?" He uttered in frustration.

The Fallen City