The Plague
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Matthew 24:7 For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places........
They weren't kidding. Infected with pestilence. Diseases. Sickness. Virus. No matter what you call it they're all the same. Zombies for a better word. We call them The Plagued. Undead people walking this earth feasting on the flesh of the healthy created by creatures called converts. I had a normal life before The Plagued arose when myself and my brother Vance are called to join the hunt for these monsters. Things in the new life become complicated when, eventually, I become closer to Trey, a hunter like myself. I try to set boundaries, even knowing there is a possibility I may never be able to be with my husband again, but gorgeous Trey makes it pretty hard. Now I need to decide between my past, and my future, and taking down the undead sounds easier right about now..........
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