BY KIRSTY DALLAS
Some people are life sucking, soul destroying, end of world assholes . . . then there are zombies. Actually, they’re not really zombies, they’re "infected," but you know, tomayto tomahto.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got my faults too. My attitude down-right sucks, I’m untrusting, I smoke and curse too much, and I’m somewhat of a kleptomaniac. In a normal world, those faults help create my spoiled rock princess facade. But in this new world, one raging with illness and torn apart by the desperate and stupid, I’m what you would call a survivor.
Now, I’m stuck on my own godforsaken highway to hell with one mission, get my teenage sister from California to Texas. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to pick up strays, but the silent soldier with eyes that threaten to crack my hard, caustic shell and a smirk wicked enough to melt my unpractical panties right off, has my back. And not that I’d ever admit it out loud, but I kinda like having him there.
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