four quirky best friend + three seemingly useless (but cute) boys + the most popular guy in school turned zombie + a stoner found hiding in a cupboard = a surprisingly efficient rat-tag group of zombie slayers on their way up the east coast of australia to their safe haven. Some of them may have biceps for brains, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. BEWARE: excessive amounts of pop culture references, bad jokes and zombie guts ahead. (PLEASE NOTE: I wrote this from 2014-2016 when I was 14-16, it has never been edited and was written on a whim with no planning. I hope it's still enjoyable but be mindful it is an old book!) #Wattys2016 [action #25]

It starts with a simple itch, nothing more. Maybe a few random spasms or the occasional shudder but you'll think nothing of it. Then you'll get blood shot eyes... Not enough sleep? It gets worse, much worse. The itching turns to scratching, clawing at you skin until it bleeds... and bleeds and bleeds. Then comes the anger which tips you over the top making you brake into a full blown seizure. Madness. You still with me? Well you won't be if they catch you, you'll be one of them...infected.

Birds fly over the streets of Saxet. A sense of despair looms in the air as the Resistance prepares for the annual tests. Seven deadly tests. Designed to kill and leave behind the Survivors, the ones who must be eliminated. With blood on their hands and a grave history with Saxet, Resistance leader Veronica Blanchard, will stop at nothing to find every last one. 16-year-old Mavis Sterling, naïve and unsure of her place in society, is selected to take part in the tests. With her life on the line, Mavis discovers she will do anything to survive. After the tests, Mavis flees to the abandoned city that surrounds Saxet. Battling between the loss of her family and the uncontrollable pull to the dark and mysterious R, Mavis' life will never be the same. As she navigates her new life and what dangers are around every corner, she discovers her hands were not made for playing piano, they were made for throwing knives.

The world's gone to hell. People are eating each other. Literally. Eating. Each other. I'm just doing my best to keep myself and the quirky mismatched group of people I call my own off the menu. Unknown pasts, unknowable future, friends that are actually family, maybe even a little bit of romance. Oh and zombies, lots of zombies. My name is Zero and this is my story.