I've just completed my first book and I have to say that it's the fulfillment of a lifelong dream. I've always been an avid reader from the moment I could read. I spent a lot of my childhood underneath my grandmother's dining room table reading the latest book I had managed to get my hands on. From that I began to have a desire to write my own book. I started off with fan-fiction type stuff. I'd write my own ending to my favorite books or the latest video game I had played. Fast forward a decade or two and I discovered self-publishing on Amazon. Next thing you know, I put pen to paper and here we are.
Gregory had no idea what was in store for him as he headed for work that morning. How was this even possible? It was something out of a bad horror movie but this was suddenly his life. Trying to survive everyday, fighting off the infected. Worse, other survivors make the infected look almost pleasant. All Gregory wants is to keep his family safe. Can he do it in a world gone mad?