Allison Hewitt Is Trapped by Madeleine Roux

'Finally, a zombie apocalypse done right. But I would like to make a request for bigger weapons.' -Christine Warren, New York Times bestselling author of The Others series 'Madeline Roux manages to answer the eternal question all of us must ask ourselves eventually: 'When the zombie apocalypse comes (and it will come), how will I handle it?' For my part, I hope I manage it with as much humanity and determination as Allison. But as the reality of their situation sinks in, Allison's blog becomes a harrowing account of her edge-of-the-seat adventures (with some witty sarcasm thrown in) as she and her companions fight their way through ravenous zombies and sometimes even more dangerous humans.

It may also be her only chance to reach her mother. Allison reaches out for help through her blog, writing on her laptop and utilizing the military's emergency wireless network (SNET). From the New York Times bestselling author of ASYLUM comes one woman's story as she blogs - and fights back - the zombie apocalypse Allison Hewitt and her five colleagues at the Brooks and Peabody Bookstore are trapped together when the zombie outbreak hits.'About this title' may belong to another edition of this title. We’ll have to leave the safety of the door: we don’t have a choice. Tomorrow I’ll have to confront Lefty again. We don’t call her Susan anymore, we call her Lefty. Now I see Susan on the monitor from time to time. He swung the bat wildly as he caught sight of me, beckoning me with a bloody hand I never thought I’d be so happy to see that pudgy bastard waving me over. I kept hold of the ax and sprinted to the front of the store where Phil was ushering Matt, Janette and Hollianted to toward the break room. Susan sort of grunted as if she had dropped her purse or tripped a little. I swung, hard, a big, overhead swing that came down at her shoulder. There was a hard little hammer hanging down next to the glass case – “Break in case of emergency”. Then there was a little flash of red in the corner of my vision. Susan came at me, not fast, but my brain was taking too long to compute what I had just seen. It was without a doubt the most unsettling thing I’ve ever seen. But she just sort of shrugged off the decaying person on her back, and got to her feet. You don’t lose that much blood, that much of your neck and walk it off. It draped itself over her neck and they fell to the floor.ģ) Susan should have been dead. A gnarled, gray thing came in the window and caught up to her. I watched her try to run toward me, through Biography and Home & Garden. The floor to ceiling window behind her imploded, sending shards of glass the size of stalactites crashing onto the floor. I shit you not.Ģ) She was in the Christian section when it all started.

I recognize her for three reasons:ġ) Her name is Susan. When I sit and watch the monitors there’s an infected creature I recognize.

Allison Hewitt Is Trapped by Madeleine Roux