Looks like Baked Ham was off the menu—again. A whole year into the apocalypse, and Chris was still stuck hauling crates like a damn pack mule.
He thought back to the days before everything went to hell—working retail through the holidays, scarfing down cold leftovers in the breakroom. Honestly? Not much had changed.
With a sigh, Chris rounded up Brandon and the others, along with a few more Awakeners, forming a transport crew. Their next stop: Texas.
Meanwhile, Mia tracked down Sean. Ethan had invited them over for a proper meal—something rare enough these days to feel like a holiday.
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All across the country, people were scrambling, prepping for what was coming—the global Zombie Horde was on the move, and it wasn't going to be pretty.
On a stretch of American coastline, crimson waves crashed against the shore, churning up dead fish and the bloated corpses of mutated sea beasts.
A massive ship had just docked.
