World of Anthrax #1 – Survival
I almost died. Virtually everyone else around me has died.
Now, the dead aren’t staying dead anymore.
I’ve somehow ended up locked in the very epicenter of the zombie apocalypse.
F*ck me.
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.
Things aren’t looking good for her to survive the next hour, let alone escape a city where most of the inhabitants have turned into crazed cannibals… and this is just the beginning.
World of Anthrax #2 – Collapse
I have survived the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse—but this is only the beginning of my fight for survival.
After getting out of firebombed Charlotte and running for their lives from the undead, Callie and Kas have finally found a group of survivors they can stay with: the Enclave. Joining forces was supposed to make life easier for them—until power cuts out and the group has to scramble, looking for ways to keep hundreds of families alive. But they are not the only ones out there hunting for scraps—and very soon they have to realize that the undead they escaped from are only the beginning of a much larger problem.
But there is hope on the horizon. Hope in the form of new friends but also old rivals.
Millions died and refused to stay dead—and now society as we know it is collapsing.
Who will live, who will die—and are the undead really the worst that is out there?
World of Anthrax #3 – Desolation
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.
Yet not all hope is lost.
Along the way, I made friends for life. Former enemies became allies. We’ve all become part of the Enclave—a survivor stronghold now home to thousands, among them women, children, and entire families. Together, we do everything to beat the odds.
But resources are running low. Cut off from energy, with barely enough food to see up to the end of the week, hunkering down and waiting for the zombie apocalypse to end is not an option.
Someone has to go out there and fight.
That someone is going to be me and my team—and those I still consider foe rather than friend. But we need to work together, or else none of us stand a chance to survive—another week, another day, another hour.
World of Anthrax #4 – Defiance
My world is turning into a living nightmare.
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. And then the bastards killed another of my friends by turning her into an undead, super-strong monster—that I’ve had to stab to permanent death to prevent her from tearing apart helpless children.
My right hand is still sticky with her cooling, congealing blood.
Getting dragged off to God knows where kind of pales in comparison to that—but only so much.
And all that happened since earlier this morning.
I have no idea if I’ll still be alive come midnight—or if I even want to.
We thought the zombie apocalypse would be the worst that could happen to us. Looks like we were wrong.
When giving up isn’t an option, the only way out is through.
World of Anthrax #5 – Attrition
So that happened…
And there we all thought that the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse would be the worst event of the year.
That was before we factored in that we must have gotten lost in the garbage-people timeline where only the strong survive—and usually not those portraying strength of character.
But that isn’t even my main issue right now. With fall in full swing and winter fast approaching, food and other resources are not just limited but actually getting really hard to come by.
Food…
Don’t even get me started on that.
Now that it boils down to survival of the assholes, 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.
If only that wasn’t so damn tempting, now that I’m hungry all the time…
So damn hungry…