Free LEFT ALIVE (Zombie series Box Set): Books 1-6 of the Post-apocalyptic zombie action and adventure series by Jeremy Laszlo Page A

I’m so intent on hunting down the boom. I pass down the hallway overlooking the stairway and into what looks like an emptied girl’s bedroom. The walls are a dusty bubblegum pink and the curtains are lacy, but it’s completely hollow. I hope whoever lived here was out long before they needed to board up the windows. I peek through the girl’s window that’s all boarded up as well and I see nothing, not a thing. I can see into the neighbor’s yard where the grass has rotted into a hard, thick layer of rock and clay. I abandon the room and move toward the next room, a bathroom. Everything is gone in the bathroom and the mirror is shattered into a dozen shards. I stand on the lip of the shower seat trying to see out of the high window that is no wider than my face. I think it’s the one place in this entire house that’s not completely sealed.
    That’s when I see them.
    They… are no longer people, or at least they don’t look like it. Some of them still wear clothes, but only in the most lackadaisical way. Many of them shamble around barefoot, their feet entirely gray, caked in the ash and dust that plagues our world now. There are enormous holes in their shredded trousers and those without pants stand on shaking, quivering legs that are as thick as their bones. You can see the knobby knees that clack together as they prowl through the streets. Some of them twitch, clawing at their faces and heads with disgusting hands. Most move shirtless through the world, their bodies painted with dirt that has cracked in the arid heat of the dehydrated sky. Their arms are long and thin with hands that are painted in rusty, dry blood and gore. All the way up to their biceps is painted this way, blackened by the mixture of bloody horrors and the grime of the world. Their ribs stab out of their gaunt bodies and every single bone is visible. Most of them have lost their hair, due to malnutrition and practically every one of them is shaking or trembling from some sort of neurosis.
    It’s their faces that are the hardest for me to look at. Their chins and lips and noses are all blackened by the grime and bloody paste that covers their arms. Most of them bare their teeth like animals at each other, growling and hissing as their blackened teeth barely stand out of the abysmal holes they once called mouths. Their eye sockets are sunken and darkened with shadow by their lack of sleep and proper food. Their eyes squint and tremble as their lids try to stay open, but their eyes are shattered with blood veins that make them look like demons. Those eyes of theirs, what horrors they have seen, dart back and forth, alert and feral. Some of them crouch as they walk, almost on all fours as they lurk from house to house. Some sniff the air, as if they are dogs now, or little better at least. They look around, hunting for food.
    Some are actively hunting, throwing open garbage can lids, ripping at the boards on doors and windows. Others have entered houses, moaning and growling as they search for something or someone to eat. But there are many who simply shamble around, wandering as if they are lost in a fog. These poor, tortured souls seem to twitch more, clawing at their ears and faces, leaving long, jagged wounds from their overgrown fingernails. I don’t know if it’s starvation that has broken these people or if it’s something more sinister. The more active ones make me nervous. They’re prying at windows with anything they can find, sniffing and chirping almost as they move from house to house. Those shambling in the streets look at the remnants of the old world with vacant expressions, completely disinterested in the dying world.
    I have no doubt in my mind that the Preacher meant these people, or things, as the Zombies. There is something about the way they move that makes me inherently think of the undead. I know that there are tons of disorders that can drive people insane, but a multitude like this, working together to find food,