Live (NOLA Zombie Book 3)
LIVE | NOLA Zombie Series Book 3
TWO | Self-Control is for Pussies
THREE | Fox holes and Assholes
FOUR | A Good Perv is a Dead Perv
Seven | Stupid is as Stupid Always Will Be
Eight | Sun Shines on a Dog's Ass
Ten | Two Half-Wits & One Sex Toy
Fourteen | Dumb Cagers & Apocalypse Meth Cookers
Fifteen | Useful Eco-Friendly Dead People
Nineteen | The Art of Obedience
Twenty | Waterboarding for Dummies
Twenty-One | No One’s Property
Twenty-Five | Positive Reinforcements
Twenty-Seven | Epileptic Poodle
Thirty | Eradication is the Goal
Thirty-Two | Overdosing with Satan Himself
Thirty-Four | The Little Girl’s Room
Thirty-Five | Box of Biker Bullshit
Thirty-Six | Debauchery and Parasites
Thirty-Eight | The Surprise Army
Thirty-Nine | Nightmare Ending
Forty-One | Bad Venereal Diseases
Forty-Three | About Fucking Time
Forty-Four | Thousand Yard Stare
Forty-Seven | Liquid Coping Method
Fifty-Three | Douchebaggery & Zombie Juice
Fifty-Four | Better Than A Finger
Fifty-Seven | The Morning After
Fifty-Eight | Enjoy the Warm Fuzzies
Fifty-Nine | Sanctuary Be Damned
LIVE | NOLA Zombie Series Book 3
To my favorite cousin and favorite cousin in-law,
you ladies rock my face!
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THE NOLA Zombie Series
LIVE by Gillian Zane | Book 3
LIVE | The Third and Final Book in the best-selling NOLA Zombie series by Gillian Zane.
Alexis, Blake and Zach survived the zombie apocalypse but found a new enemy to fight.
Alexis has been taken and Zach and Blake are desperate to find her. The men are pretty certain they know who took Alexis, but finding them will be a daunting task. There are millions of places to hide in the swamps of Southern Louisiana but Zach and Blake will not stop until they’ve searched every one of them. Alexis will be returned to them if it’s the last thing they do. Falling back on their military training, the men have no choice but to succeed, or risk losing Alexis forever.
It’s a race against the clock…
The problem is that the group that took Alexis didn’t keep her. They sold her. She’s now the property of the Southern Clan, a fate worse than death. The undead still roam the streets of New Orleans. S-Island mourns the loss of one of its own and the NOLA Zombie series comes to a stunning conclusion. You don’t want to miss a second of this action-packed series ender…
Be warned, there will be monsters, living and dead, there will be very intense sex scenes, between two men and one woman, and there will be violence galore.
LIVE by Gillian Zane
BLAKE
It took ten minutes to figure out something was wrong. I should have fucking seen it. I should have been paying attention. I saw the look Clara was directing at us.
I saw her get up and follow Alexis down the hallway. I just didn’t think that Clara would have the stones to pull off something like this. She was such a behind-the-scenes operator. She never got her hands dirty.
It took me by surprise and I don’t like surprises.
I just sat there waiting on an emotional high because of what we had accomplished today and what might happen tonight. No alarm bells, the
hyper-awareness that I’m so proud of failed me.
Of all the times, of all the situations!
Four tours, four official tours at least–don’t get me started on unofficial ones–and I didn’t sense the danger staring me right in the face. Danger from an enemy that I had brought to our gates. I had brought her in. I had given her a free pass.
Bubba was the one that alerted us, fucking Bubba was the only one paying attention. He came barreling through the front doors like an enraged bull. His hollering caused everyone to jump to their feet scared and on alert. The first thought in my mind was that we were under attack. He had been grabbing a smoke outside and saw the entire thing or at least the part where the SUV rammed the gates of our compound and headed off to God knows where.
“Who’s missing? I need a headcount now!” Zach yelled when Bubba ran in and reported the breach.
“I think it was Alexis who was driving, and she had someone else with her,” Bubba panted.
Everyone had been at the party except the four on guard duty and they all radioed in confirming they were still at their posts. It was obvious there were only two missing from the party as we milled around counting heads.
“Alexis and Clara,” Baby shouted after she had made a circuit around the room. I knew this, but the confirmation was crippling.
“Get a vehicle loaded up, Hannah, I want you and Romeo fully armed with us. Grab the spotlights,” I yelled. “Now!” I reiterated when she stalled and looked to Zach. Six months away and now she second guessed me, deferring to Zach, fuck.
“You can’t go out at night, Blake.
You don’t know what you’ll find out there.” Grace Peters walked up to me.
I didn’t need arguments. I didn’t need resistance. I needed action. I said nothing to her and whatever was visible on my face had her stepping back and grabbing her husband by the arm as if to protect him. I wasn’t going to take her husband with me.
I don’t know why she would even get involved in this situation.
I needed to find Alexis now. Day, night, nothing mattered but finding out what was going on. I needed to know why Alexis would have rammed the gates and taken off with Clara.
Why would she have done that?
What would have made her do this? Did Clara threaten her with something or did she take Clara to get rid of her?
I couldn’t believe either scenario.
“We have no other choice. It’s either now or we might as well write them both off as dead,” I said through clenched teeth when Cole Peters tried to take his wife’s side, arguing about the lack of visibility.
“Hannah, Romeo, you down?” I didn’t want to force anyone to go out at night, but I was going with or without them.
Both of them nodded in the affirmative.
“Fall out, two minutes,” Zach called, and I rushed upstairs and quickly slipped on my arm guards, thick leather jacket, and random pieces of bite-proof armor.
I armed myself quickly, slipping enough ammo and weapons to take down an army into my many pockets and holsters. I was back down in the cafeteria in less than 60 seconds and in under two minutes we were sliding into the SUV with Zach behind the wheel.
He stopped long enough to shout to Martinez, who was about to go on guard duty, “Get the gate fixed STAT!”
Then he tore off, gravel shooting out from the tires as he raced to the bridge.
