by Alathia Paris Morgan
Genre: Paranormal Horror
Emma Jackson is an army wife and new mom with all the uncertainties that come with it… until that fear is pushed in a different direction. Instead of worrying about diapers and feeding schedules, her only objective is to keep her child alive after being chased by a man who looks entirely too dead.
Trish Walsh thought her day was bad when she had to drag all four of her children on an errand, but she rethinks the meaning after what she can only hope was someone dressed up like a zombie beats on her car door. Yet, the bloody mess left behind is anything but reassuring.
Cooper Walsh’s job is top secret. When criminals break in to steal his company’s secrets, he overhears the conspiracy devised to create chaos as a cover-up. Knowing he must do everything in his power to right the wrong, he sets out on a mission.
Surviving long enough to reunite with their families is all that matters. That… and stopping the zombie apocalypse before it destroys them.
It had only been six weeks since I’d had my baby. Today’s the day for my check up and to get the doctor’s okay to do some hanky panky with my hubby when he comes home. Well it won’t matter if I have a doctor’s note or not, my husband is back overseas with his unit. He was able to come home for a week when the baby was born, but he won’t be home for good anytime soon.
As I lay there waiting for the Gyno doctor to come and check me out in this flimsy little dress, I hear a commotion out in the hallway.
Hurried whispers and quick running footsteps down the hallway make me get up and tiptoe to the door in my bare feet. Cracking the door open I look toward the reception area, but all I can see is a stack of papers floating to the floor.
“What in the world?” I glance back to make sure the baby, Pierce, is still resting comfortably.
Hearing a scream from somewhere in the front, I decide the best course of action is to get dressed and put my tennis shoes back on. Flicking the lock closed, I got dressed in record time and collected my stuff as I headed back to the door.
Cautiously opening it, I couldn’t see anyone at all so I sling the diaper bag over one shoulder and my purse on the opposite side. Placing my phone in my back pocket and my keys in my hand, I hooked my arm through Pierce’s carrier and walked out into the hallway ready for anything.
It has gotten spookily quiet. There weren’t any voices or sounds coming from the reception area that had been filled only a half hour ago.
As I proceeded out through the now empty building, I wondered what had caused the evacuation.
Opening the front doors, I’m hit with sunshine.
“Shoot, I forgot the sunglasses.” Placing the baby down at my feet, I start to dig in the diaper bag when I notice a sound at the side of the building. Glancing up, there is a man walking toward me.
Wait, walking is a broad term for the way he is dragging his feet and lumbering towards me in a very aggressive manner and that is when I notice the blood dripping from his chest.
The screams now made sense. There must have been a shooting. While I would love to help, I have a new baby to protect and this guy is creeping me out, so I grab the carrier and make a run for the car.
Punching the button to unlock and open the van’s sliding doors, I am tempted to just place the carrier inside and buckle Pierce in a few blocks away, but it’s already so ingrained, the need to secure him, so I go ahead even though it will take a few seconds longer.
Sure enough the bloody guy is following me to my car. I open my door and jump in hitting the locks and praying this guy doesn’t have a gun on him.
I place the vehicle in drive and screech out of the parking lot which I’ve never done before because it takes the tire tread off and that’s just wasteful.
As I head toward my home, I realize there is a lot of traffic out on the road and people look really panicked.
The highway is congested and I’m getting a really bad feeling about this so I decide to take the back roads to my home, which is thankfully only about ten minutes away.
When it comes to zombies, it turns out I prefer the funny campy zombies. This story is grounded in more reality than any zombie book I’ve read.
Moms against Zombies is a complex tale of various families dealing with something out of the twilight zone: real Zombies are invading the country and multiplying in horrific speed. So the various families try to move to a more isolated place to survive the apocalypse.
While some believed it a hoax, hired actors dressed as zombies, so thieves could steal valuable date, matters quickly prove it is a real viral contagion. (As in REALITY BITES!)
When the mothers realize something isn’t right, and sluggish people are creeping them out, they grab their kids and drive home. And while the cities are trying to downplay the event, the disturbances they’ve seen with their own eyes, and calls from their husbands send them in hyper-protect the children mode, and head to more isolated areas.
Lesson to learn: Don’t get between a mom and her children. She will protect them with lethal force. It doesn’t matter if you are a zombie or a living human who just wants to rob her of the items she needs to keep her children safe. Either way, she will fight back.
Honestly, this was an engaging, well written, and a realistic scenario of a viral contagion that takes over a body in seconds. And as in common in real life, the ‘truth’ keeps changing as well as they dig deeper and learn more about their situation.
But be warned, this book seems to stop mid-story with the promise of the conclusion coming in the next book.
Due to the lack of an ending, I can’t give it more than four stars right now. It was well written, amazing authentic, but it is incomplete. However, I look forward to book 2 to find out what actually has happened and hopefully get an HEA.
I received this book in exchange for an honest review.
A B.S. in History and English gave wings to her vivid imagination in book form. A supportive and loving husband has given her the chance to make her dreams a reality. Their three daughters and three dogs keep her busy while writing is a great way for her to wind down and destress.