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Cover Blurb:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The red plague has devastated the human race, turning billions of people into zombies with red eyes and an insatiable hunger for human flesh.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Seventeen-year-old Callie Crawford is used to fighting. She was an all-star wrestler in high school, and since 212R destroyed her world, she hasn\u2019t stopped fighting. When her high school boyfriend Levi caught the virus, Callie saved him by keeping him chained in a rural North Carolina barn, waiting for something to change.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Before 212R, Roman Duran was a computer nerd, but since the virus, he\u2019s become a guard in the survivor enclave in Washington, DC. After volunteering for a rescue mission, Roman has been belittled, robbed, and left for dead. He hasn\u2019t saved a single person.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Until he stumbles across Callie. Because she has a zombie on a short leash, and Roman is carrying a syringe full of zombie cure.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Callie and Roman will face soulless survivors and rabid zombies on their journey to save a single infected. Along the way, Callie will have to choose between her past and a whole new future.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The sky was gray and hazy when Callie Crawford pushed\nher skiff into the cold Atlantic, the surf lapping quietly against the hull.\nShe glanced up from her compass, not liking the look of the clouds on the\nhorizon. A warm breeze thick with salt and moisture blew through her ponytail\nand teased her bare arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A storm was the last thing Callie needed. Dad had\ntaught her a few things, but she was no sailor, and the strength of the tides\nand currents always took her by surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As if things weren\u2019t messed up enough by her oversleeping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Today was Levi\u2019s day. Every third day since the\napocalypse was his, and she\u2019d never missed a visit, never been tardy venturing\nonto the mainland where packs of slobbering, mindless people infected with the\n212R virus ruled. Not once. But she\u2019d overslept, and now she\u2019d be late\narriving. Worse, she\u2019d be late returning to her newly acquired private island\nin North Carolina\u2019s Outer Banks. She may be forced to sail home in the dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Water splashed the side of the skiff as she maneuvered\nit over a mile of ocean. She\u2019d been making the same trip every three days for\nthe past two months, and she still thought she was going to die every time she\nlost sight of land and nothing but azure water hemmed her in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She sailed past one of the department of\ntransportation\u2019s huge white ferryboats, immune to the reminder of a lost world.\nPeople didn\u2019t use ferries anymore, and it had been left to rot. The vessel had\nfoundered some time ago with all its vehicles still aboard. It jutted half out\nof the water, quiet and still, its once bright colors slowly being eaten away\nby rust and barnacles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She palmed her compass, adjusted the sail for\nspeed, and headed west. By keeping the buoys in sight, she steered her skiff\nstraight into the port at Morris Marina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Callie secured the ship and then pulled a marble\nand her slingshot from a pocket, looking for signs of trouble. No birds\nchirping. No dogs barking at strangers. No squirrels climbing branches.\nNothing. She could have been the last creature alive on the earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Watching and waiting, she catalogued her survival\ntactics. Attacked from the front? Side step with a kick to the knee. Let their\nmomentum work in her favor. Attacked from the rear? Head butt to the nose.\nSwarmed by a pack? Do whatever it took to break free and climb, even if it was\ninto the back of a truck or up a tree. She\u2019d mastered chokes, arm bars, and\nmore than one submission hold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Humans infected with 212R were lethally fast. Speed\nand maneuverability were key in her personal survival strategy. And she must\nsurvive. Levi needed her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wary, Callie perched on the seat in her little boat\nand let loose a high, piercing whistle. No movement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her slingshot zipped securely in her pocket and a\npack on her back, Callie ran. The port was clear, and she hurried past the\nticket office, the souvenir shop, and a tiny cafe. Her liberated Range Rover\nsat with the keys in the glove box. It started right up, and Callie chose a CD\nfrom her growing collection of pilfered music. It felt like an Elvis Presley\nsort of day. She pushed in \u201cBlue Suede Shoes\u201d and drove fast down Temple\nStreet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n #<\/p>\n\n\n\n Roman Duran jogged a step behind Jackson Schultz and\nsaw the moment the other man faltered on his wounded leg, careening into a\nchain link fence. Without missing a step, Roman ducked under Jackson\u2019s arm and\nforced him forward along the garbage-strewn sidewalk. The pack of infecteds was\nonly two or, at the most, three blocks behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHere,\u201d Pollard Datsik, the third member of their\ntrio, called. He slipped around a block wall and sprinted up a set of exterior\nstairs to an apartment above a liquor store. Roman dragged Jackson behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n While Roman helped Jackson to a sagging sofa,\nPollard shut the door with a quiet click and peered through the window, his\nbreath a puff in the silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAre they following?\u201d Roman whispered. \u201cAre they\nswarming the stairs?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pollard stretched his neck to see further, and then\nsoft-stepped to the next window and stared at the street below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d Jackson murmured unnecessarily. \u201cI\ntripped. It won\u2019t happen again.\u201d He shoved Roman away. \u201cI just need a couple\nminutes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Roman didn\u2019t buy it. The injury in question was a jagged\nslash above Jackson\u2019s knee he\u2019d earned climbing a fence the night before.\nThough they\u2019d stopped running long enough to wrap it, Jackson wasn\u2019t as\nenergetic as he\u2019d been before the wound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Separating from Jackson, Roman peered through a\nbroken windowpane, blinking away the exhaustion that had dogged him for the\npast couple of days. Without enjoyment, he chewed one of their last handfuls of\ngoldfish crackers, the food dry and pasty in his mouth. Water was about to\nbecome a serious issue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m so thirsty,\u201d he complained in a whisper. \u201cAnd\ndirty.\u201d What he wouldn\u2019t do for a clean, clear stream of fresh water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Roman glanced at his companions, noting their equally\nstained and stinking uniforms. Maybe volunteering to leave Washington, DC had\nbeen a crappy decision all around. Maybe the veep should have sent older, more\nexperienced survivors on her search and rescue mission. Maybe his eighteen\nyears on the earth weren\u2019t enough for this kind of assignment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A pack of infecteds had caught their scent in\nRaleigh and hadn\u2019t let go. Forty-eight hours without sleep or rest. Two days of\nrunning, of hiding, of trying to lose the predators. And now, they were out of\nfood and water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat if we climb on the roof?\u201d Roman whispered.\n\u201cWe could wait them out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pollard seized the bag of crackers from him and\ncrammed a handful into his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe\u2019re out of water,\u201d Jackson reminded them. \u201cWhat\nif they trap us for days? No.\u201d He shook his head at the room\u2019s closed door. \u201cWe\ncould end up a lot worse than we are now. I say we keep running.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cForever?\u201d Pollard scoffed. \u201cThere has to be a\npoint where we say we can\u2019t continue like this. A point where we circle around\nthe pack and head home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Roman wouldn\u2019t call Washington, DC home. But then\nhe\u2019d never called anywhere home. An orphan kicked into the system after his\nmother abandoned him, none of the dozen foster and group homes he\u2019d lived in had\never been his home. And DC was no different. It was a way station to somewhere\nelse, no matter whether he had an apartment or a job or a purpose. It still wasn\u2019t\nhome<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Roman had yet to find his real home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Swallowing dry crackers, Roman double-checked the\nnumber of rounds for his M-16. When they\u2019d left the safety of DC\u2019s walls, they\neach carried forty rounds for their personal firearms. It had sounded like a\nlot at the time, but he was down to nineteen rounds. The other two men had\nless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For an entire day, Jackson had fired warning shots\nat their pursuers\u2014a mistake, Roman realized now\u2014but the only result had been\nbringing even more infecteds into the pack, as nearby stragglers were attracted\nby the noise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His ears perking up, Roman rushed to the far window\nand scanned for movement. Was he crazy, or did he hear a car engine?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Roman had left DC wanting to help people, both\ninfecteds and survivors. After running into people, one worse than the last,\nhis companions were nearly to the point of abandoning the mission. But Roman\nhadn\u2019t given up. Even though they hadn\u2019t helped a single person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sound of the Range Rover\u2019s engine quieted as it\ndrove out of sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLet\u2019s try the distraction method again,\u201d Roman suggested.\nThe last time they\u2019d thrown empty cans near the zombies, they\u2019d been curious\nenough for Roman and the other two men to escape. \u201cIt worked before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Their rescue mission to Myrtle Beach could still be\nsalvaged once they shook this pack. Unhindered by the starving horde of\ninfecteds, the three men could scavenge for food and water, sleep safely in\nshifts, and cover ground at an easy pace. This running for their lives, though,\ncouldn\u2019t go on forever. Without water and more substantial food than goldfish\ncrackers, he wasn\u2019t going to survive much longer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ll open fire,\u201d Pollard said, as if Roman hadn\u2019t\nspoken, \u201cand you two run for the cell tower at the end of the street. I\u2019ll meet\nyou there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood plan,\u201d Jackson said, \u201cexcept you\u2019re a\nhorrible shot. I\u2019ll do the shooting, thanks.\u201d He stood, trying to hide a wince\nof pain but failing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pollard clenched his jaw at the insult. \u201cFine.\u201d He\ngrabbed Roman by the sleeve and dragged him toward the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou sure about this?\u201d Roman asked, still thinking his\nidea would work better than wasting more bullets and hoping to find each other\nunder a tower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJust run fast,\u201d Pollard said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <3 Anna<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Written by Anna Abner Copyright 2016 by Anna Abner Enjoy this free peek into the Red Plague series! Cover Blurb: The red plague has devastated the human race, turning billions of people into zombies with red eyes and an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Seventeen-year-old Callie Crawford is used to fighting. 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