Alice in ZombielandeBook - 2012
She won't rest until she's sent every walking corpse back to its grave. Forever.
Had anyone told Alice Bell that her entire life would change course between one heartbeat and the next, she would have laughed. From blissful to tragic, innocent to ruined? Please. But that's all it took. One heartbeat. A blink, a breath, a second, and everything she knew and loved was gone.
Her father was right. The monsters are real.
To avenge her family, Ali must learn to fight the undead. To survive, she must learn to trust the baddest of the bad boys, Cole Holland. But Cole has secrets of his own, and if Ali isn't careful, those secrets might just prove to be more dangerous than the zombies.
From the critics
AgeAdd Age Suitability
white_wolf_488 thinks this title is suitable for between the ages of 11 and 99
wisegirlrocks thinks this title is suitable for between the ages of 12 and 16
QuotesAdd a Quote
"So where are you taking me?" Whatever his answer, I wouldn't be scared. Not even if he said "slaughterhouse" or the far worse "karaoke bar."
"Manned up," I replied with a snort. "So you grunted a lot and drilled your knuckles into his shoulder."
"That's cave-manning up. Learn the difference."
"I'm not sick, Nana. Honest." Wasn't like I'd gone to a medical lab, asked for a dish of their tastiest virus and feasted.
I'd rather the world considered me crazy while I go down fighting than spend the rest of my life hiding from the truth.
My nose wrinkled and I grimaced. Honestly, if you stuck your head inside a dead horse's rectum, you wouldn't smell anything close to this."
He’s body slammed enough people to start a new country. And there could be a neighbouring city for the people he’s punched in the throat
Low maintenance is what’s forgettable. You might want to write that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It’s golden.
“Yeah, okay. You're right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for you I promised him I wouldn't tell. In exchange I asked him to gather his best undead buddies and stalk me through my friend's yard. And oh, yeah, it was totally fine if they wanted to use me as an all-night-dinner buffet, because having organs is SO last year.”
SummaryAdd a Summary
There are no summaries for this title yet.
There are no notices for this title yet.