Zombies are on the loose in New Orleans and of all the End of the World scenarios, Alexis Winter wasn’t prepared for this one. But, an apocalypse is an apocalypse and she should have this covered. She has been “prepping” for the last three years. The problem is location and timing. She’s stuck downtown and she has to get to her house on the outskirts of the city so she can get her supplies and bug-in (for the “non-preppers” this means hole up and stay safe).
Agreeing to work on a Saturday is now coming back to bite her on the ass big time. Hopefully, it won’t be a literal bite by the walking dead.
Luck favors the prepared, and as luck would have it, it comes in the form of the ridiculously hot Blake Miller. Former military man, current mercenary, Blake Miller, the man with the plan, his goal: steal a boat and trek up the Mississippi until they find safety. Alexis thinks this is a great plan and she decides to team up with Blake. The two team up in unexpected ways as they find they can’t keep their hands off of each other even when the world is falling down around them.
Can Alexis and Blake survive the end of the world, and if they do make it through the night, find a place that is safe and secure? Can their newfound attraction lead them down the road to love or heartbreak?
Zombies, sex, romance and carnage…you can’t get any better than this.
The Harbor police station looked abandoned. It was located on the Mississippi River for easy access to the Port of New Orleans. There was only one car in the parking lot; I guess they took the weekends off too. I had two choices at this point, enter the station and hole up or take my chances on the railway that ran between the river and Tchoupitoulas. I was hesitant to take the rail because I didn’t know how far it went or where it led. I was pretty sure it just dead-ended in the rail yard about a mile down − which was one mile further than I could get out on the street. This seemed like the best choice.
Before I could pull out and get on the service road, I saw the occupant of the other truck get out and sling a backpack over his very well defined shoulders.
Holy zombie balls, I hadn’t seen a man this pretty in real life before. I expected a sudden gust of wind to billow his longish brown hair, or a quick downpour to soak his too-tight tee so he would have to pull it off and reveal his rock-hard abs. I was drooling.
I know it wasn’t the right time, but I couldn’t help but stare. It’s not every day that you see a jaw-dropping, beautiful man. His hair was a little long for my taste, almost to his shoulders, but it gave him a sexy rocker look that had my imagination running wild. He looked like the strong silent type. His dark good looks, paired with a hard stare sent shivers down my spine. He had this look about him, like he had seen the world and didn’t like it one bit. It both scared and excited me at the same time.
We made eye contact and he smiled. It’s the zombie apocalypse and his manners were still intact. I liked him already. I wanted to tell him, ”Let’s go find a bed and get to know each other.” Then my brain kicked in. He could be a hot psychopath. Wasn’t Ted Bundy a hottie or something?
He was walking over to me, but I didn’t want to get out or put myself at risk, so I just stayed behind the wheel all awkward like. Real smooth, Alexis. I felt and probably looked like a scared rabbit. It wasn’t until he knocked on my window that my manners kicked in and I rolled it down, a “Can I help you?” look on my face.
“Hey, you got a plan?” Well, he was to the point.
“I was going to drive up the tracks to the rail yard, take the service road if possible, my car could do it and it would avoid the traffic jam.”
“If there’s a train on the tracks?” Logical. Well that screwed that plan.
“That would suck,” I pouted.
“I might have a better plan. Where you headed?”
“River Road, past the hospital.”
“Same here. Your house far from the river?”
“My name’s Blake, by the way. What’s yours?”
“Alexis. What’s your plan?” I liked hot men with plans. I had no qualms about that. Shit, I would have liked an ugly woman with a plan at this point. I just wouldn’t have wanted to lick her ear.
Days Until FIGHT