Reseña del libro "The Zombie Plagues: To Build A Nation (en Inglés)"
The finale to The Zombie Plagues series: Donita walked down Eighth Avenue towards Columbus Circle. Behind her a silent army followed, numbering in the thousands. From the circle they would take the park. There were thousands of the living camped out in the park. She could smell them on the air that flowed past her face as she walked. They had believed they were safe in their numbers. They had believed that nothing could touch them with their barricades. And for a time that had been true, but that time was passed now.She had left Rapid City and begun her walk with only twenty five faithful. Jeff, the big red haired man that she had taken months before, was still with her. One of the twins, and several boys who followed. The others had come to her as she walked. The small towns, and the dead cities along the way, added their contributions from those that had gathered in those places. Many waiting for her. There were dozens of cities they controlled now. Dotted along the route she had walked. Some she had called and set in a place of power with the ability to call more of their own to them. Some had been there waiting for her. All had known who she was, and all had bowed to her power.She had wound up through the southern states, what had been left of Mobile, Alabama had fallen easily, from there they had taken Atlanta, Georgia, and then into the Carolinas, Columbus, Charlotte, Durham, and spreading beyond that into Richmond, Virginia. She had followed the scent of the living from there into the wilderness and looked down on their place of refuge from the ridge tops with her soldiers spread out around her. She had left reluctantly, but with the knowledge that she would be back.She had traveled on to Washington and from there, there had been thousands of the living all along I 95 as they had walked. Hiding in old factories, cities, hoping to remain unseen, unmolested, as she and her growing army moved along the route. But very few escaped. And as they passed into death more and more rose to the new life. Behind her there were thousands more, following along, joining with others in other cities; growing stronger as the days passed.From Northeast Philadelphia to what had been Woodbridge Township the land was an open sore. The cities largely leveled, the roads gone. Trees, shrubs and grasses working quickly to wipe the scar from the land. They continued through these desolate areas and began to find more of their own in Elisabeth, and more in Newark. They had crossed to Jersey City and from there she had led them through the Holland Tunnel, still powered and intact, after everything, and into Manhattan. The ones she had left behind in the city joined her there. From there they had walked up Eighth Avenue as if they owned it. The living were there. There and watching, well protected in their hiding places, but they offered no fight. Did not try to stop them. There remained only Columbus circle, and then they would take Central Park..
