Justice
Justice | NOLA Zombie Series Book 4
EIGHT | Pretty Words with No Meaning
ELEVEN | The Asshole in Charge
TWENTY-ONE | Empty Junk Drawers
TWENTY-TWO | Morons and Migraines
TWENTY-THREE | Flirting with Disaster
TWENTY-FOUR | Beauty Pageant Military
TWENTY FIVE | Not in front of the kids
TWENTY SIX | Monsters Among Us
TWENTY-NINE | Sex Gods and Dust Mites
THIRTY-THREE | Giving it Up For the Coffee
THIRTY-EIGHT | Down Goes Pratt
THIRTY-NINE | Kill me, you bitch
FORTY-THREE | Thanks for Everything
FIFTY | Really Good Sex Just Isn't Enough
FIFTY-EIGHT | Sent in the Big Guns
SIXTY-THREE | Is this a dream?
SIXTY-FOUR | It's All Over Now
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Justice | NOLA Zombie Series Book 4
To my T.I. , TSGT Bradley, your hat made
a lasting impression.
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Synopsis
The NOLA Zombie Series
JUSTICE by Gillian Zane | Book 4
There is unfinished business for the S-Island survivors and it centers around Lakeview. The New Orleans' neighborhood has been taken over by a sadistic group of bikers called the Southern Clan.
Hannah Klink
, who everyone calls Baby no matter how many times she punches them, is training her fellow survivors to defend themselves and work as a unit. The goal is to take back the refugee base at Lakeview and put the Army back in charge. It's a daunting task as the group runs into hordes of the dead and encounters resistance when they attack. It's just another day in the life of Baby, MJ Security grunt and zombie apocalypse survivor...until she meets Rebel.
Rebel
is an MC member by birth, but not by heart. By luck or bad karma he was home from college when the SHTF. Now he's forced to be a part of the club's ruthless plans for the sake of survival. The brothers know he's not one of them, but he keeps his head low and his nose clean as much as possible. Until all hell breaks loose and Rebel is faced with a choice- loyalty to the club, or follow his gut and the cute blonde that likes to order him around.
An action-packed continuation of the Amazon bestselling NOLA Zombie series. There is graphic violence, sexual encounters, bad language and a few zombies in NOLA Zombie Book Four.
Justice by Gillian Zane
ONE | Know Stuff About Stuff
I felt alive when I was killing
them
. It was horrendous to think this, but my only moments of clarity were when I was off base and on the hunt. The only moments when the burden of my new life wasn’t at the forefront of my thoughts. When I was at the home base I felt like I couldn’t breathe, always looking over my shoulder in a perpetual game of cat and mouse. Here, the enemy was real. I could spot the enemy. I could kill the enemy. There was nothing to think about, there was only one constant.
The enemy wanted to eat me. The enemy must die.
It came for me with its mouth chomping in a macabre parody of chewing. It looked like a toddler begging to be fed.
This was no toddler though; it was an adult male, overweight and dressed in the remnants of a suit. His clothing hung from him, ripped to shreds, dried blood clinging to every square inch of him. His belly was exposed, the grey skin of his large gut jiggled in the night air as he extended his arms as if to give me a hug.
Even though the suit was ripped and stained, it was obvious it was expensive. The ripped lining had designer written all over it. Before the world ended, I was in the market for my first suit, to land my first real job. This guy could have been my boss or maybe a client one day. Not anymore.
Those days were long gone.
Leather was more practical than Italian wool anyway.
There were a lot of polo shirt and suit encased biters in this area of New Orleans. Lakeview was one of the most prized and over-priced areas of the city of New Orleans. Before the world ended, of course. It was now my home. Also known as the hole I crawled into.
I had a 70124 zip code, something I didn’t think would ever happen in my lifetime. A bunch of rich, workaholic snobs had lived here. They were all a bunch of dead rich snobs now, caught unaware trying to get their last bit of work done while the world went to Hell around them. They were cursed with wearing the same designer suit for eternity, or until I took them out.
This one had lost his shoe somewhere and one of his arms looked like it was about to fall off. Half of its face was chewed on, its cheek bones were exposed, viscous strips of flesh hung from its eye socket like garish decorations. Its eyes were locked on me in hunger.
It crossed my mind to let it eat me, maybe I could trip and all it would take was one bite. The brother fighting at my side, my fellow Southern Clansmen wouldn’t let me turn. He’d put a bullet in my head quicker than you could say “after-life.” It wouldn’t be that much pain, a quick bright light, and then I would be done with this place. I would be done with this messed up world.
“Rebel, what the fuck is your problem?” Bear called from the other side of the street. He was wrestling with his own biter.
I planted my knife deep into the head of the rotting corpse in front of me and it fell to the ground at my feet.
A citizen was cleaning up the mess as we took out each biter. He was dressed in a full-body hazmat suit that we had found with the rest of the Army gear that came with our newly acquired base. He ran over to me and grabbed the biter I had killed and tried to pull it by the arm, but its arm came off, so he had to grab it by the chest. He pulled it toward the lawn by the lapels of that fancy suit. He tried to throw it onto a stack of the other dead, but the biter was too heavy. He pushed him close to the bodies as best as he could. From what I could tell, there were no other biters on their way. We were done for the night. Time to light the fire.