It's all fun and games until someone ends up undead.
Though Layla reluctantly returns home to rural Hamletville after a desperate call from her psychic grandmother, she could never have anticipated the horror of what Grandma Petrovich has foreseen. The residents of Hamletville will need Layla's help if they are to survive the zombie apocalypse that's upon them. But that is not the only problem. With mankind silenced, it soon becomes apparent that we were never alone. As the beings living on the fringe seek to reclaim power, Layla must find a way to protect the ones she loves or all humanity may be lost.
Author: Melanie Karsak
Release date: September 18, 2012
Age Group: New Adult/AdultGenre: Horror and Fantasy, Zombie
About the Author
Melanie Karsak, steampunk connoisseur, white elephant collector, and caffeine junkie, resides in Florida with her husband and two children. Melanie is the author of "The Harvesting" series. Visit the author at her blog, melaniekarsak.blogspot.com, to learn more about upcoming projects, book signings, and other neato things.
When I opened my eyes again, I thought I saw a strange face in the crowd. Just for a moment, a thin, pale, and angry looking male face appeared amongst us. I pulled back to look more closely, but where I thought I had seen something, I now saw nothing. Shadows of dancing couples moved across the walls, but amongst the shadows I saw more figures than were actually in the room. Frantically, I looked around at the dancing couples but saw nothing unusual. All around me were the same faces I had seen over the last five months. Again, I looked at the shadows on the wall. Fast, shadowy images intermixed with those of the townspeople. I turned and saw another face, a female, who I did not know amongst the crowd. She was similar in appearance to the man. I strained to get a better look, but she disappeared. I stepped back from Jamie and pulled my gun from its holster.“What is it?” Jamie whispered in alarm.I looked around the room, a gun in one hand, the other on the hilt of my sword. A second later, the wind blew the door open again. At that same moment, the generator failed. The lights dimmed with a fading buzz leaving only candle-light. Cold wind gusted through the place, blowing out the candles nearest the door. I left Jamie’s side. Grabbing a flashlight, I stood in the doorway and flashed the light on the parking lot outside.Overhead, the moon was full. It cast long shadows. The bare trees made claw-like images on the snowy ground. I pulled my coat off the wall and went outside, Jamie following fast behind me.I snapped the flashlight off and pulled out my sword. I stood still, my eyes adjusting to the moonlight. I scanned the horizon. Nothing.“What is it?” Jamie whispered.I looked back. Several people stood in the gymnasium door looking out.I said nothing but walked to the small slope at the side of the school. From there I could see much of the town and the frozen lake below. Jamie walked wordlessly beside me.I stood on the hill overlooking the town below and scanned the vista.A second later, I saw it—them--something.“There,” I whispered to Jamie. I pointed my sword in the direction of the lake where strange shadowy images appeared to flee across the frozen ice. “Do you see that?” I asked him.He was silent.I watched the shadows retreat until I saw nothing more.“Did you see that?” I asked him again, thinking maybe Grandma Petrovich’s mushrooms had made me go half-crazy.I looked up at the still-silent Jamie. The startled look on his face told me he had seen it too.“Layla--” he began.“I know.”“What was it?” he asked.I shook my head.“Well, what did you see?”Indeed, what did I see? I was not exactly certain, but when I looked up at Jamie one answer came clearly to mind: “Danger.”
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