Live Another Day by Baileigh Higgins (reading in the dark .txt) 📗

Baileigh Higgins

Live Another Day

First published by Baileigh Higgins in 2017

Copyright © Baileigh Higgins, 2017

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Contents

Blurb

Free Starter Library

Dedication

Chapter 1 - Nadia

Chapter 2 - Logan

Chapter 3 - Michael

Chapter 4 - Max

Chapter 5 - Lisa

Chapter 6 - Breytenbach

Chapter 7 - Nadia

Chapter 8 - Logan

Chapter 9 - Michael

Chapter 10 - Lisa

Chapter 11 - Max

Chapter 12 - Breytenbach

Chapter 13 - Logan

Chapter 14 - Nadia

Chapter 15 - Mpho

Chapter 16 - Max

Chapter 17 - Lisa

Chapter 18 - Julianne

Chapter 19 - Max

Chapter 20 - Michael

Chapter 21 - Lisa

Chapter 22 - Logan

Epilogue - Nadia

Author's Note

Sneak Peeks

Death's Children Series

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About the Author

Blurb

The Dead have Risen

Logan and Nadia team up with Martin, an old friend of Max's. Now the leader of a burgeoning town, Martin is eager to see his friend once more and establish an alliance. Together, they travel across the breadth of South Africa, facing new challenges every day.

Meanwhile, Max is up against his biggest challenge yet as he prepares the camp to face Ke Tau, a brutal killer, and cruel overlord. Their only hope for victory lies in their ability to stand together and face their fears. Will they Live Another Day?

Night falls across the South African veldt, bringing danger and darkness to those struggling to survive within its cold embrace. Witness the dawn of a new era, one of life, or death.

Live Another Day is a Zombie Apocalypse adventure for fans of Horror and Dystopia. Its blood-spattered pages are filled with gore and action, yet has a strong emotional heart that will leave you craving more. Get your copy today and join the fight for humanity's survival.

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Dedication

Like the first book in this series, this is also dedicated to my mom, Linda. Not a day goes by that I don't miss you, Mom. Not a single day.

Chapter 1 - Nadia

Nadia awoke before dawn and stared up at the ceiling above her head. It was still dark, the black only beginning to fade to gray. From experience, she knew enough to know that few people would be up yet. Only in about an hour, or so. Sufficient time to do what she did every morning since she arrived at St. Francis without being subject to too many curious stares.

She slipped out from between the warm sheets that covered the bed. Her bare feet touched the smooth tiles, and her toes curled when a chill shot through her soles. For a second, she was tempted to crawl back into bed, but the sea beckoned, and she dismissed the thought.

Her clothes hung across the back of a sturdy chair, and she slipped on the black tights and cowl-necked sweater she'd been given by the kind lady who managed the central stores of St. Francis Bay. Supplies were plentiful here, and she had more clothes now than she'd had in a while.

Bare-footed, she padded across the floor toward the sliding door that opened onto the patio. She unlocked and opened it, taking a deep breath of the salty sea air. A breeze stirred her short hair and brushed across the nape of her neck. It was chilly. The bite in the air announced that winter was here. For now, though, it was still bearable. The seasons here were far more moderate than further inland, rarely going to extremes of cold.

In the distance, the ocean called to her, the crashing of the waves soothing to her ears. She closed the door before she left, or else the monkeys would be by to ransack her room. They were a constant nuisance, and almost worse than the zoms, in her opinion.

She cut across the garden to a small gate, pausing once to admire a beautiful rose bloom, the last of the season. Its petals were white, coloring to a dark pink around the edges. Nadia inhaled the heady scent and marveled that she was able to enjoy such a pure pleasure in these times.

The wooden gate opened onto the street, and she let herself out. With swift strides, she walked downhill, following the winding road. She nodded at an old couple who were out walking their dog and threw a wave at Ayesha who worked in the creche. “Morning.”

“Good morning, Nadia,” Ayesha replied, her lashes lowering shyly over huge doe eyes.

Nadia passed two armed men who nodded but didn't pause in their patrol, and then she reached her destination, the beach. Her feet sank into the fine golden sand, and she headed toward her rock. A stone slab, smoothed and weathered by the elements, jutted into the air and offered a gorgeous view of the sea.

She hurried over and clambered up to find her customary seat; a hollowed out ledge. Her legs dangled down, and every time a wave crashed around the base of the rock, her feet got splashed.

Nadia let out a deep breath and let her eyes wander across the horizon where the vast ocean stretched as far as it was possible to see. It was a stirring sight, one that never failed to soothe the raw pain that coiled inside her at all times.

A month.