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Zombieworld, U.S.A

Zombieworld, U.S.A

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Science Fiction
Mirah and Nolan are now one of the few people to NOT be zombies as the U.S.A turns into Zombie S.A. They meet about a thousand zombies a week, having to shoot down some every few minutes just to stay alive an hour longer. With their families all dead, well, zombies as well, Mirah and Nolan have to learn to adapt to this new and terrible life they will live. Thank God Mirah's dad taught her how to use a gun when she was younger....Nolan's parents were rich and snotty, well, as I said, WERE, so mirah has to teach Nolan how to use a gun to stay alive, but he's doing pretty well...but that doesn't mean they have any hope in living through this apocalypse. The only thing that keeps them alive are each other, and a new friend they meet along the way... but this is no fairy tale, this is...Zombieworld, U.S.A
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