White Mesa operative Tommy Thaxton is used to dealing with the city gangs. But the New Republic is not a gang.
With a protected fence-line, plenty of food, and a welcoming atmosphere, the New Republic almost seems like a sister community to White Mesa…with a few crucial differences.
The zombies, for instance. They seem to be all over in the New Republic. And by the time Tommy finally finds out why, it might be too late…
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About the Author
Kimia Wood grew up under an aspiring writer, so spinning words and weaving plots is in her blood. The child of missionary kids, she currently lives with her family somewhere in the American Midwest, preparing for the collapse of civilization as we know it by knitting, hobby-farming, and reading as much Twitter as possible before the web goes dark. You can connect with her on Twitter (@KimiaTheAuthor), Facebook, Goodreads, and her blog. Find out more on the website (KimiaWood.com) and subscribe to the mailing list for special updates on future writing projects!