Anglický jazyk

Corpse

Na objednávku, dodanie 2-4 týždne

13.29 €

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O knihe

Corpse: For seven years I've been living in a sort of stasis. Like I'm existing but not living, just going through the motions. Like a... well, a zombie. I was turned in the first wave of the outbreak, so for the past seven years I've been stuck in Zombieland with only my Club Brothers to keep me company. Don't get me wrong, it hasn't been miserable, but it hasn't been lively or fulfilling either. That is until I ride up on an intruder trying to sneak their way into our compound; or is it they're trying to sneak out, since all I'm seeing is the perfect... rear. When I pull the most beautiful creature out of the hole she's dug herself into, I'm instantly mesmerized. I just didn't realize it would be with a... human? Oh hell, she fluttered her way into the danger zone and now I have to do everything I can to keep her safe while not clipping her wings. But trouble is coming for my club, my brothers, my family. How can I keep them all safe when it's taking everything in me not to turn the woman I love into the monster I've become? Lani: I've never belonged in the real world. My parents didn't want me. I have no real friends, no other relatives, so when I see that big wall surrounding the Quarantine Zone, my only thought is, why not scale it? What do I have to lose? Plus, can you imagine what treasures lay behind that wall? No way I can control that urge. It's not like I'll be missed. Scaling the wall was easy, taking cover from the law that controls Zombieland was a piece of cake, digging my way under the Ungrateful Dead Motorcycle Club's compound... yeah, that proved more difficult. Especially when a zombie stumbles upon my exposed (luckily clothed) booty and takes me prisoner. I don't realize he's up for the challenge that is dealing with me or that I've found the best treasure of all: my zombie man, my soulmate, my love. Now, just to talk him into turning me so I can keep him for all of eternity. Bring on the Monster mash. Corpse won't know what hit him.