Apocalypse Atlanta series by David Rogers (#1-2 & 4)
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Overview: David Rogers was born in Atlanta and has lived there for over twenty-five years, with the only interruption between birth and Atlanta being a detour of about a decade into Florida. If you’ve never been to Florida, let him save you a trip. It’s very flat and quite tropical. Oddly enough, Georgia is very hilly and quite humid, so maybe there’s not so much of a difference between the two. Also, it wasn’t his fault. His parents made him go. Since escaping childhood, David has been a secretary, file clerk, tech support operator, telemarketer, gopher, FedEx truck washer, and office manager. He loves good stories in nearly all forms, particularly novels and movies, though television is gaining rapidly since some of the quality there has shot up quite a lot in the past few years. His favorite genre is Science Fiction, because any story is better with aliens or technology added to it. Why tell a mystery in a haunted mansion when you could do it in a haunted space station? Why tell a tale of intrigue set against the nations of Earth when you could set it against the backdrop of a dozen different colonies? In case you’re wondering, zombies sort of qualify as aliens. He was introduced to zombie fiction by the film 28 Days Later. Everything was going fine, fun little suspense story, until Selena asked Mark if he’d been bitten or cut. When he said "uh", and she instantly chopped him apart with a machete, David thought there might be something to these zombie stories people kept talking about. Turns out, they were right. Every Christmas Eve he watches Die Hard and Lethal Weapon, because they’re the best Christmas movies ever made. Family, friends, and beating the crap out of the bad guy with your bare hands . . . what more do you want in a Christmas Story? BB Guns? Please, you’ll shoot your eye out.
Genre: Horror | Zombies
Apocalypse Atlanta (Book 1)
We’ve all seen it on the news every year. A hurricane, a tornado, a tsunami, a flood. A BAD thing happens, and all hell breaks loose. Some people are caught in the chaos or become victims, others run or maybe wait for help, most sit at home watching for everything to be fixed, and a few dive in to do whatever they can. The thing about a zombie apocalypse is whether or not you’re in that initial wave of people who get hungry and start snacking. And where you are as few turn to many. As we all know, when it’s zombies, soon many turns to most; and it’s over when most become all. Apocalypse Atlanta follows three different people on three different paths as the zombies start eating and bring the world down around them a bite at a time. The fall of the city is not skipped over to get to the zombies, or condensed into a few pages or paragraphs. Apocalypse Atlanta starts on just another normal day, and tracks the fall as normal turns to breaking news, to crisis, to panic, to anarchy, and finally full on apocalypse. Are there right or wrong answers when zombies are involved? Do things like morality and decency matter? Is it better to be alive to feel guilty, or dead and honorable? Who decides who’s right or wrong when a single mistake can make you dinner for a ravenous horde of the undead?
Apocalypse Aftermath (Book 2)
Saving someone is easy. Helping them is what’s hard. Heroes happen all the time. After those moments when you become someone’s saviour, what comes next? One day turns to two, and then the days are a week. Time keeps ticking by, and if you’re going to keep from being ground beneath the clock’s relentless push, you’ve got to find the essentials for life. Food, water, shelter, safety. Everything else is negotiable. When an apocalypse starts, there’s always running and screaming. Sooner or later, most of that starts to fade; if only because most of the runners and screamers are dead. Once the end of the world gets going in earnest, the sprint becomes a marathon. You can’t run all the time, can you? Apocalypse Aftermath picks up where Apocalypse Atlanta leaves off; following three people, each going in three different directions, all trying to survive the end of the world. The same question faces Peter, Jessica, and Darryl; what’s next? What’s a safe path to follow, one that doesn’t place them and those they’re with at risk of becoming a meal for the zombies? What’s the right move, and how do they see it for what it is in time to act? Which way is the right way? Because whether you’re an aging retired Marine, a widowed single mother, or a biker who bounces, the problem is the same. Zombies.
Apocalypse Asylum (Book 4)
In the two months since they brought the apocalypse down on the world, zombies have reduced everything to a shattered scattering of isolated survivor groups clinging to what’s left of their lives. Living day to day, hand to mouth, constantly fighting amid the ruins of what’s left of a civilization that was over seven billion people strong; it isn’t much, but it’s that or become one more monster. One thing zombies have going for them is persistence. Zombies never give up, never get tired, and are always hungry. Zombies might be clumsy and slow, but humans get distracted and make mistakes. The patience of death will always win out against the imperfection of humanity. The clock is ticking on the living, not the dead. Peter Gibson has survived some of the worst the zombies could throw at him in downtown Atlanta, and has managed to help his battered squad carve out a safe spot in rural north Georgia for five thousand souls. But squatting in a tent village, spending the days guarding the perimeter and making scavenging runs for more canned food and dry goods, praying that a zombie horde big enough to roll over the humans doesn’t show up; that’s just a holding action. It doesn’t address the real problem. Zombies. What’s left of the government has been gathering itself at an Air Force base in the northern Midwest. They say they’re working on holding and expanding a secured area, eventually aiming to retake the entire continent. When his camp picks up those radio transmissions, that’s what Peter’s been holding on for two months to hear. But it’s eighteen hundred miles from Georgia to South Dakota, and between the Atlantic and Pacific are over two hundred million zombies. Getting there will take a road trip of nightmare proportions.
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