New World Order

New World Order

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 30, 2017
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Action and Thriller
No one ever thought this day would come. The day where humans become even less humane. The day where humans are no longer humans... but shells of them. Sure, they may look slightly the same, but on the inside... they're rotten. Literally. A deadly disease sweeps through the US, wiping out all of the cities in its way. The only catch is that the people who are infected don't die necessarily. They experience something that some would think is worse than death itself. Eight survivors must figure out just how far they're willing to go to live. They'll face difficult challenges, new foes, startling revelations, and loss of the ones they love. Will they be able to fight their way to safety? Or will they crack under the pressure placed on their shoulders?
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I gave up on this book sorry!!!! Prologue: The sky had always been a canvas of infinite shades; serene blues, fiery oranges, and dusky purples that whispered the passing of time. But tonight, it was an unforgiving black, thick and suffocating, as if the stars themselves had fled in terror. The wind, once a gentle lullaby, now carried with it the stench of decay, a bitter harbinger of the nightmare that had begun to unfold. It started as a whisper in the farthest corners of the earth, a murmur of sickness that no one paid much mind. A fever here, a violent cough there-symptoms too common to cause alarm. The news reports were fleeting, overshadowed by politics and celebrity scandals. But as the days turned into weeks, the whisper grew louder, more insistent. Hospitals overflowed, bodies piled up, and the once indifferent world began to notice. By then, it was too late. The first to rise were the ones who had died in fear, their final moments spent in frantic horror. The infection moved like wildfire, an unseen hand turning the once living into twisted mockeries of life. These creatures, driven by an insatiable hunger, spread chaos across the globe. Cities burned, governments crumbled, and humanity was brought to its knees. In the midst of this chaos, there were those who fought to survive, clinging to the remnants of a world that was slipping through their fingers. They would become the last hope, the final line between the living and the dead. But even they knew, deep down, that hope was a fragile thing. For the dead were rising, and the world as they knew it was over.

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