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The cemetery isn't always a place to mourn the ones you've lost. It's a place were the dead live unseen and unheard by the humans, until it's too late. ««
»» Going ghost hunting was supposed to be fun, to Rose's friends anyway. They planned to catch a real ghost, one who haunts the cemetery at night, searching for a way out. Rose went reluctantly, hoping that the spirits lurking their graves' were myths, fairytales used to scare children. ««
»» Rose isn't ready for the apocalypse; she never believed in the living dead, zombies. She thought they were fictional monsters created in movies. She was wrong, and so was Hollywood. Zombies are real, fast and strong, living a quiet life in the woods, waiting for their prey to lurk dangerously close. Rose was bitten by a zombie, a piece of rotting flesh. It wants her, craves her taste. Unknown to her, once you're bitten and they like your taste, the zombie becomes addicted, attached to you. It hunts you down mercilessly, planning to kill you and change you. When you die you become one of them, a monster cursed with the hunger for human flesh. Stuck in a twisted game, Rose must hide from the rotted corpse that bit her. Before it's too late.
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