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Ich bin fast gestorben. Praktisch alle anderen um mich herum sind gestorben. Jetzt bleiben die Toten nicht mehr tot. Irgendwie habe ich es geschafft, im Epizentrum der Zombieapokalypse eingesperrt zu sein. Oh du verdammte Scheiße!

Ich habe die Seuche überlebt, die Millionen tötete. Ich bin den gierigen Monstern entkommen, als die Toten sich weigerten, tot zu bleiben. Ich bin um mein Leben gerannt, als ein letzter verzweifelter Versuch, die Ausbreitung der Infektion einzudämmen, nichts anderes bewirkt hat, als die letzten Überlebenden in die Luft zu jagen. Doch nicht alle Hoffnung ist verloren. Unterwegs habe ich Freunde fürs Leben gefunden. Ehemalige Feinde wurden zu Verbündeten.

Wohin willst du rennen, wenn es keinen Ort mehr gibt, an den du fliehen kannst? Der Großteil der Weltbevölkerung ist entweder tot oder stirbt an einem Virus, der dem sehr ähnlich sieht, den Bree und Nate versucht haben zu zerstören–und nicht alle von ihnen bleiben tot. Von Zombiehorden gejagt, fliehen sie aus der Stadt mit dem, was von ihrer fröhlichen Bande von Außenseitern übrig ist. Doch selbst wenn die meisten von ihnen den ersten Tag überleben, sind sie noch lange nicht in Sicherheit–denn es gibt keine sicheren Orte mehr.

Ich habe den Ausbruch der Zombie-Apokalypse überlebt – aber das ist erst der Anfang meines Kampfes ums Überleben. Nachdem Callie und Kas aus dem bombardierten Charlotte entkommen und vor den Untoten geflohen sind, haben sie endlich eine Gruppe von Überlebenden gefunden, bei der sie bleiben können: die Enklave. Das sollte das Leben für sie einfacher machen – bis der Strom ausfällt und die Gruppe verzweifelt nach Wegen suchen muss, um Hunderte von Familien am Leben zu erhalten.

Meine Welt verwandelt sich mehr und mehr in einen lebendigen Albtraum. Mein bester Freund wurde ermordet und in einen Zombie verwandelt. Ich bin aus etwas geflohen, das man als das Versteck eines verrückten Wissenschaftlers bezeichnen könnte. Ich bin über die Leichen von Männern, Frauen und Kindern gestiegen, für die ich mein Leben riskiert habe. Ich habe mitangesehen, wie das winzige Quäntchen Hoffnung und Sicherheit, an das sich Tausende von Menschen wochenlang geklammert haben, in Flammen aufging – und die Hälfte von ihnen sah dabei sogar begeistert aus.

Alles, was Dr. Brianna Lewis will, ist eine Tasse Kaffee. Kaffee, um die Schufterei in ihrem Zellkulturlabor bei Green Fields Biotech an einem Freitagnachmittag, wenn alle anderen schon zu Hause sind, etwas erträglicher zu machen. Womit sie nicht rechnet, ist eine Gruppe von Terroristen, die alle Eingänge des Gebäudes in die Luft jagen und sie sowie anderes, anwesendes Personal als Geiseln nehmen. Bree findet sich bald in einem Konflikt wieder.

If you need some zombies killed, who do you call? The Lucky Thirteen. A few weeks have passed since the events in Aurora, and Bree, Nate, and the gang are back on the road. The odd mall to raid, cattle to herd, provisions to deliver - all no match for our trusty group of scavengers. The world is yours for the taking when killing zombies becomes routine. Yet with temperatures rising in late spring, a new menace appears on the post-apocalyptic theater of war.

Now that it boils down to survival of the *ssholes, decisions have to be made and sacrifices are in order. And as much as I would like to keep my firm stance on the moral high ground, I’m really not that fond of the consequences. If only there was an alternate solution for my problems...but as I’ve recently found out, that comes with its own massive downsides.

After a long winter spent hunkering down in Wyoming, Bree, Nate, and the gang are back on the road. The harsh temperatures up in the northern regions might have decimated the undead scourge somewhat, but soon they have to face reality: it's not just zombies that are out there to hunt people down and kill them. For humanity to have a fighting chance to rebuild a semblance of civilization, everyone will have to work together - and resources are scarce. Someone will have to go out there and face the danger.

All Dr. Brianna Lewis wants is a cup of coffee. Coffee to make slaving away in her cell culture lab at Green Fields Biotech a little more bearable on a Friday afternoon when everyone is home already. What she doesn't count on is a group of terrorists blowing up all the entrances to the building and taking her and a select few others hostage. Bree soon finds herself conflicted. Not only does she know their charismatic leader, she also starts to suspect that there is a lot more to this than the hunt for an illegal bioweapon....

Chased by hordes of zombies, Nate and Bree flee the city with what remains of their merry band of miscreants. But even when most of them survive the first day, they are far from safe - because there is no safe place left. The fight for survival forces them to become resourceful, and soon they realize that the undead might not be their only problem. In this new world, it's each man or woman out for themselves - and just because someone has a pulse doesn't necessarily mean they make a good ally.

I have survived the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse—but this is only the beginning of my fight for survival.

My best friend has been murdered and turned into a zombie. I’ve fled what came way too close to a mad scientist’s lair for anyone’s good. I’ve stepped over the dead bodies of men, women, and children who I’ve risked my life for. Watched what little hope and security thousands of people have clung to for weeks go up in flames—and half of them even looking enthusiastic about it.

Haunted by grief, plagued by hunger, were on the run again. And mostly not from the undead this time, since I have my own special way of dealing with the zombies. It's the living who think that survival of the fittest puts them on top of the food chain now. But there is hope for humanity yet, even if mine is possibly lost for good. Resistance is rising, the intrepid few still fighting for a better tomorrow. Maybe not all is lost for those believing they are beyond being saved or who don't give a crap about such mundane concepts.

The end is nigh. They have survived the outbreak of the deadliest virus known to mankind. They have made it through the zombie apocalypse. They have triumphed over cannibals, assassins, kidnappers, and have faced their own mortality a million times over. Now all that’s left to do is take out the man responsible for it all. After escaping the hell of zombie-infested Dallas, Bree, Nate, and the gang have a clear destination: Decker and his doomsday bunker. When failure is not an option, the only way is forward — and might just demand the ultimate sacrifice.

More than two years have passed since Bree and Nate disappeared. After leading a nomadic lifestyle for several months, they have started to rebuild a semblance of normalcy, moving between several established camps as the seasons change. Life is simple - hunting their own food, building weapons, even growing produce. Far away from the security of the settlements, they take care to stay unnoticed and, if the need arises, cull the odd horde of shamblers. Until one night, their idyllic off-the-grid lifestyle comes to a sudden end when they are overwhelmed and captured by forces unknown. 

The dawning civil war has ended in a truce. Scavengers and traders all over the country are settling down for the long, hard winter to come. With their new camp outside the maze of New Angeles at the coast growing every day, Bree, Nate, and the gang have their hands full - yet something is not quite right. Maybe one last run before the winter is all that's needed to cure that itch. What could possibly go wrong?

Like most college students, all Callie Norton has worried about for weeks was passing this semester’s finals. After a night out celebrating, she and her friends wake up, sick with way more than the hangover of the century. All too soon, Callie realizes that this is not just a common cold she’s suffering from—and when she wakes up from a coma in a quarantine tent as the sole survivor, lack of food and water aren’t her only problems.

Bree’s list of priorities: Survive the next hour. Survive the next day. Survive the next week. Hold down solid food. Re-learn how to walk. How to run. How to hold a gun. How to fight. Make Bucky Hamilton rue the day we met, and met again. And find out what the f--k we are looking for in Europe.

I survived the plague that killed millions. I escaped from the ravenous monsters when the dead refused to stay dead. I ran for my life when a last-ditch effort to contain the spread of the infection did nothing but blast the last remaining survivors to smithereens.