Bubonic: Necropolis

The world's moved on. Humanity is reduced to nothing more than small camps. Mankind itself has fallen to an evolved version of the Black Death. The undead rule the ruins of Earth. And where the zombies don't wander, behind the walls that keep them out, a different kind of monster rules. Humans. Humans with not a shred of humanity. Every man for himself. Laws are more like suggestions. Murder, thievery, and every kind of hideous crime imaginable are excusable when there's no one to stop them.

Grim's a man with a troubled past. He's done what he had to in order to make it this far. He's not proud of it, but now he's settled. Adopted some morals, for the time being. Hunts game, does what he can to help others. He has a daughter, she's all he needs. And if anything were to happen to her, he'd drop his morals, lay down his life, and do just about anything to get her back. Even if that means mounting a full-scale attack by a one-man army on the little spot where the violence, the carnage, the bloodshed, and the anarchy is oh so much worse, the place where the monsters' sleep; Necropolis. He will stop at nothing to get her back. Doesn't matter how many times he needs to pull the trigger. Doesn't matter how many times he needs to sharpen his blades. Doesn't even matter how many humans, zombies, animals, and soldiers stand in front of him.

Willingly consumed by inner demons. Haunted by nightmares. Followed by a trail of anguish, violence, insanity, and a hell of a lot of blood, following a path that only a father could ever walk. He's a man without morals. He's relentless. He's not going to stop. He's the ghost of Grim.
And maybe Necropolis isn't ready for him.

Part of the BUBONIC series. The others are not on Wattpad yet.

Rated M (very easily, might I add), for extreme violence. A... bloody good time, might I say. Swearing is minimal, and blood and gore is mighty prevalent (hey this is a zombie book, what did ya expect?).