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Prologue

’Twas the Night Before Easter

I trudged aiton, haunted by theme that the only way to kill a zombie was to destroy its brain

It was 3 am Storms punished the city

I’d been walking like that for hours by then but didn’t feel hungry, or thirsty, or tired in any way When lightning bolts ripped the sky and thunder clapped right overrain could slow h every inch of my body because of what had been done toAli, Bree, Damon, Jannie, and Nana Mama in my mind With every step the horror of what had happened to therief and anger

Is this what Thierry Mulch wanted? I kept asking myself

Thierry Mulch had destroyed everything I loved, everything I believed in He’d gutted less movement

As I walked, I kept hoping Mulch or some anonymous street predator would appear and blow un, or crush it with an axe

There was nothing I wanted more than that

Part One

Sixteen Days Earlier…