The New Dead: A Zombie Anthology

By Christopher Golden

RESURRECTION!

The hungry useless have risen. They shamble down the road. They disguise in again yards, vehicle plenty, buying shops. They consume pals, canine and law enforcement officials. and they're the following to stick. the genuine query is, what are you going to do approximately it? how are you going to survive?

HOW WILL the realm swap while THE useless start to RISE?

Stoker-award-winning writer Christopher Golden has assembled an unique anthology of never-before-published zombie tales from an eclectic array of modern most popular writers. within there are tales approximately army may perhaps within the wake of a deadly disease, survival in a wasted barren region, the ardor of falling in love with a zombie, and a relatives day trip on the circus. here's a number of new perspectives on demise and resurrection.

With tales from Joe Hill, John Connolly, Max Brooks, Kelley Armstrong, Tad Williams, David Wellington, David Liss, Aimee Bender, Jonathan Maberry, and so forth, this can be a wildly different and exciting collection...the final notice at the New Dead.

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After which the objective of the raid, the fellow from the poster, got here speeding out of the place he’d been hidden at the back of a few sheep in a makeshift pen. He was once armed, as was once to be anticipated, with an AK-47 attack rifle, and he got here out capturing. I ducked reflexively because the bullets chattered out of the gun’s barrel, tearing into the yellow-covered flesh of 1 of the PMCs. The useless soldier stopped what he were doing—which was once flattening the roof of a granary shed—and became to stand his attacker. The rebel fired repeatedly into the yellow objective ahead of him, and by surprise I understood why the military had selected that preposterous colour for the PMCs’ uniforms.

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