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Bree’s list of priorities: Survive the next hour. Survive the next day. Survive the next week. Hold down solid food. Re-learn how to walk. How to run. How to hold a gun. How to fight. Make Bucky Hamilton rue the day we met, and met again. And find out what the f--k we are looking for in Europe.

Chased by hordes of zombies, Nate and Bree flee the city with what remains of their merry band of miscreants. But even when most of them survive the first day, they are far from safe - because there is no safe place left. The fight for survival forces them to become resourceful, and soon they realize that the undead might not be their only problem. In this new world, it's each man or woman out for themselves - and just because someone has a pulse doesn't necessarily mean they make a good ally.

If you need some zombies killed, who do you call? The Lucky Thirteen. A few weeks have passed since the events in Aurora, and Bree, Nate, and the gang are back on the road. The odd mall to raid, cattle to herd, provisions to deliver - all no match for our trusty group of scavengers. The world is yours for the taking when killing zombies becomes routine. Yet with temperatures rising in late spring, a new menace appears on the post-apocalyptic theater of war.

All Dr. Brianna Lewis wants is a cup of coffee. Coffee to make slaving away in her cell culture lab at Green Fields Biotech a little more bearable on a Friday afternoon when everyone is home already. What she doesn't count on is a group of terrorists blowing up all the entrances to the building and taking her and a select few others hostage. Bree soon finds herself conflicted. Not only does she know their charismatic leader, she also starts to suspect that there is a lot more to this than the hunt for an illegal bioweapon....

After a long winter spent hunkering down in Wyoming, Bree, Nate, and the gang are back on the road. The harsh temperatures up in the northern regions might have decimated the undead scourge somewhat, but soon they have to face reality: it's not just zombies that are out there to hunt people down and kill them. For humanity to have a fighting chance to rebuild a semblance of civilization, everyone will have to work together - and resources are scarce. Someone will have to go out there and face the danger.

The hunt is on - and there are only a million zombies standing in our way. Once more reunited after the successful attack on the slaver camp, Bree and Nate have a new goal in life: to hunt down the man responsible for turning hundreds of soldiers into mindless worker drones, and repeatedly drugging the arena fighters - Nate and Hamilton chiefly among them. This could turn out to be their most dangerous mission yet, and not even the support of old friends and new allies alike might be enough for them to succeed.

Civilization is on the brink of crumbling - and this time not just due to the zombie apocalypse. The roads have become dangerous, and what havens have been established are no longer safe. Murmurs of unrest - or maybe even a brewing civil war - are getting loud. No longer are zombies the only thing preying on those that think to brave the world outside the settlements. Yet as grave as things are getting, this is not the main issue that is plaguing Nate's mind. He has bigger fish to fry.

More than two years have passed since Bree and Nate disappeared. After leading a nomadic lifestyle for several months, they have started to rebuild a semblance of normalcy, moving between several established camps as the seasons change. Life is simple - hunting their own food, building weapons, even growing produce. Far away from the security of the settlements, they take care to stay unnoticed and, if the need arises, cull the odd horde of shamblers. Until one night, their idyllic off-the-grid lifestyle comes to a sudden end when they are overwhelmed and captured by forces unknown.

Finding the French Resistance was only the first step in achieving their mission. With impossible odds looming ahead, Bree is forced to bury the hatchet and work with Bucky Hamilton and his men to get to their destination - a secret underground lab previously part of the serum project that might just hold the most valuable thing on earth: a cure for the zombie virus.

The dawning civil war has ended in a truce. Scavengers and traders all over the country are settling down for the long, hard winter to come. With their new camp outside the maze of New Angeles at the coast growing every day, Bree, Nate, and the gang have their hands full - yet something is not quite right. Maybe one last run before the winter is all that's needed to cure that itch. What could possibly go wrong?

United we stand, divided we fall. Once again reunited, the Lucky 13 set out to hunt down their adversaries - only to be met with an entirely new set of unexpected obstacles. As much as Bree is burning to finally get her revenge, it soon becomes obvious that on their own they are no match for the forces opposing them. With giving up not an option, they will have to find a way to bolster their numbers - or failing that, make the ultimate sacrifice.

Like most college students, all Callie Norton has worried about for weeks was passing this semester’s finals. After a night out celebrating, she and her friends wake up, sick with way more than the hangover of the century. All too soon, Callie realizes that this is not just a common cold she’s suffering from—and when she wakes up from a coma in a quarantine tent as the sole survivor, lack of food and water aren’t her only problems.

The end is nigh. They have survived the outbreak of the deadliest virus known to mankind. They have made it through the zombie apocalypse. They have triumphed over cannibals, assassins, kidnappers, and have faced their own mortality a million times over. Now all that’s left to do is take out the man responsible for it all. After escaping the hell of zombie-infested Dallas, Bree, Nate, and the gang have a clear destination: Decker and his doomsday bunker. When failure is not an option, the only way is forward — and might just demand the ultimate sacrifice.

I have survived the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse—but this is only the beginning of my fight for survival.

I survived the plague that killed millions. I escaped from the ravenous monsters when the dead refused to stay dead. I ran for my life when a last-ditch effort to contain the spread of the infection did nothing but blast the last remaining survivors to smithereens.

My best friend has been murdered and turned into a zombie. I’ve fled what came way too close to a mad scientist’s lair for anyone’s good. I’ve stepped over the dead bodies of men, women, and children who I’ve risked my life for. Watched what little hope and security thousands of people have clung to for weeks go up in flames—and half of them even looking enthusiastic about it.

Haunted by grief, plagued by hunger, were on the run again. And mostly not from the undead this time, since I have my own special way of dealing with the zombies. It's the living who think that survival of the fittest puts them on top of the food chain now. But there is hope for humanity yet, even if mine is possibly lost for good. Resistance is rising, the intrepid few still fighting for a better tomorrow. Maybe not all is lost for those believing they are beyond being saved or who don't give a crap about such mundane concepts.

Now that it boils down to survival of the *ssholes, decisions have to be made and sacrifices are in order. And as much as I would like to keep my firm stance on the moral high ground, I’m really not that fond of the consequences. If only there was an alternate solution for my problems...but as I’ve recently found out, that comes with its own massive downsides.

Meine Welt verwandelt sich mehr und mehr in einen lebendigen Albtraum. Mein bester Freund wurde ermordet und in einen Zombie verwandelt. Ich bin aus etwas geflohen, das man als das Versteck eines verrückten Wissenschaftlers bezeichnen könnte. Ich bin über die Leichen von Männern, Frauen und Kindern gestiegen, für die ich mein Leben riskiert habe. Ich habe mitangesehen, wie das winzige Quäntchen Hoffnung und Sicherheit, an das sich Tausende von Menschen wochenlang geklammert haben, in Flammen aufging – und die Hälfte von ihnen sah dabei sogar begeistert aus.

Ich habe die Seuche überlebt, die Millionen tötete. Ich bin den gierigen Monstern entkommen, als die Toten sich weigerten, tot zu bleiben. Ich bin um mein Leben gerannt, als ein letzter verzweifelter Versuch, die Ausbreitung der Infektion einzudämmen, nichts anderes bewirkt hat, als die letzten Überlebenden in die Luft zu jagen. Doch nicht alle Hoffnung ist verloren. Unterwegs habe ich Freunde fürs Leben gefunden. Ehemalige Feinde wurden zu Verbündeten.