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?).
*COMPLETED*
When Rosie turned thirty-one with nothing to show for it, she panicked.
Suddenly it felt like her biological clock was ticking, but she didn't want to settle for a man for the sake of having a child. So, after falling down a rabbit hole of research online, she decided to find herself a sperm donor. A strangely vague profile ends up catching her interest. The only real thing she learned about him was that his name was Levi and he was in the military. One invasive and intimate procedure later, Lily was conceived.
It was a few months after her daughter was born, when Rosie should have been fretting about the price of nappies and lack of sleep, her worries were overshadowed by an event she never, ever could have predicted: a zombie outbreak.
Rosie locked herself away in Finches tower block, stocked up on supplies from abandoned neighbouring flats, and lived every day with the sole purpose of keeping her daughter alive. Doing so meant avoiding the dead as well as the living.
She'd been doing a decent job of it so far.
Until a man breaks into the tower block, but it wasn't just any man. It was Levi, Lily's literal sperm donor. And he was there to save them.
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When a bioweapon was released on UK soil, Staff Sergeant Levi James Brackley was sent from pillar to post in an attempt to help neutralise and contain. Once it was clear neither was possible the last resort was to form a safe zone on the Isle of Wight.
Levi decided to stay behind. The last evac chopper left without him on board. He knew it was a shot in the dark, that they were probably dead already, but he had to try. Without knowing it, they'd become a beacon of light during the darkest time of his life. Now it was his turn to be there's.