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Picking up where The First Days ends, Fighting to Survive features the further zombie-killing, civilization-saving adventures of a pair of sexy, kick butt heroines and the men who love them. A hundred or so survivors of the zombie plague have found tenuous safety in the walled off center of a small Texas town. Now the hard work of survival begins—finding enough food; creating safe, weather-resistant shelter; establishing laws; and fighting off both the undead who want to eat them and the living bandits who want to rob and kill them.
Fighting to Survive won the Dead Letter Award for Best Novel from Mail Order Zombie. The first book in the As the World Dies trilogy, The First Days also won the Dead Letter Award and was named one of the Best Zombie Books of the Decade by the Harrisburg Book Examiner. Tor Books began bringing this series to a wider audience with the Spring 2011 publication of The First Days.
364 pages, Paperback
First published February 17, 2009
Juan flicked the brim of his cowboy hat up. "Never a dull moment."
"I miss dull moments," Travis mused.

In a world full of death, life was something to embrace.
"Moving determinedly toward the kitchen, Jenni caught a faint whiff of decay. "Shit!" Jenni screamed, "Theyre' here!" Abruptly, the door to the kitchen was flung open and the waitstaff flooded into the room, ready for the breakfast."
"With a grunt, Katie shoved the zombie over with her foot. It landed hard on the steps, its head flopping to one side, its teeth still gnashing. LIfting the knife, Katie narrowed her eyes, aimed, and struck the zombie through the eyes as hard as she could. The knife hit bone and she twisted, pushing the blade further in. The jaws stilled. Katie braced her foot on the head and drew out her weapon. Cleaning it on the dead maid's dress, she looked up to see Roger and Travis watching her with stunned expressions. "What?" "Damn," Roger said. "You were like Alice in Resident Evil. That was hot.""
The trucks were about ten feet from the gate when Juan gave the signal. The crane, which had been stationed overhead early that morning, dropped a small storage unit onto the bandits' vehicles. Nerit smiled with satisfaction as it crashed down, clipping the front end of the blue truck and sending the hood flying. The big black truck jackknifed across the road.
All went silent below.
Juan clutched his binoculars tight. "We're winning, right, Nerit?"
"We're not planning to win."
Juan frowned. "I don't understand."
"We're going to make them fear us," Nerit answered with a cold smile. "And that is far more effective."
A man was coming down the street on a motor scooter. Its engine was coughing and sputtering, and the exhaust was a cloud of dark smoke. He was dressed in very old jeans, a leather jacket, and a beat-up, greasy straw cowboy hat that was so badly warped, it looked like a banana sitting on his head. Even from this distance, he looked dirty and smelly.
"Who the hell is that?" Jenni stood up and tried to get a better view.
The man cruised up to just under the fire escape. "Now, I am a taxpaying citizen of not only this country, but this city and county as well, and when the mayor decides to steal my property by sending rabid CIA clones to try to tear down my fence, I have a God-given, constitutional right to defend myself. And if you think I'm going to just sit back and not complain, you have another think coming. I fully intend to speak with the police, even if they are a bunch of coke-snorting, Mafia thugs, about what Mayor Reyes has been doing, and I will have justice. I killed the clones, but I figure since they are clones they don't count as a life-form, so it don't count as murder. Besides the mixture was bad on that batch and they had all sorts of things wrong with them..."
The man spoke earnestly, as if he were being interviewed by a reporter on TV, his hands moving eloquently. "...so even if they sit outside my house and snort up on coke so they don't feel a damn thing, I will defend myself. A good knock to the head seems to do the trick. Now the aliens, well, they don't die so easily..." A zombie runs around the corner but a nice hole through it's head sends it sprawling. "...And that's what I'm talking about. Now the damn clones are everywhere! I'm am going to write to the president of the United States, even if he is in league with the aliens, to let him know of the blatant abuse of taxes to fund this cloning program..."
Calhoun emerged from the shadows, flipping on his video camera and aiming it at her face. The red light blinked at her.
"The queen of the Amazons is in full battle mode. There is a look of death in her eyes and she is-" He falters as she stared into the camera. "-kinda hot."
Nerit burst out laughing and patted Calhoun's shoulder as she passed him.
"She walks confidently, preparing to amass the defenders of this illegally built fort. The mayor has yet to explain himself and release an accurate accounting of how much taxpayer money was used in its construction. Meanwhile..."
Nerit turned and gave Calhoun a look. He stared, sudden silent.
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
"It's time for you to turn off the camera and do what you're supposed to," Nerit said.
Calhoun dramatically sighed, then tucked it away in his backpack. "You're a mean old bitch."
"I haven't pitched you over the wall yet."
"Are you the one pitching people over the wall?"
"Would you be surprised if I was?"
Calhoun considered this, rubbing his grizzled chin. "Nope."
Nerit shrugged. "Just get to your position."
"Wanna go out?"
"No."
"Have sex?"
"Definitely not." Nerit smirked and walked away.
"Damn Amazons."

Tomorrow was a new day. A new beginning. And that was all any of them could hope for anymore.
Jenni thought it was good to have diversity. Jenni’s contribution was as the crazy zombie killer, and she was fine with that. She crunched another chip.
In Jenni’s waking moments, she was loving, outgoing, and funny. But in her dreams, she was afraid and emotionally shattered. It broke his heart.
“I look at you and I want to save the world. I can’t help it” “Are you sweet-talking me again?” she lightly kidded.
“I’m madly in love with him. His body, his … smell … the way he touches me … all so different from Lydia, but I love him. I kept wanting not to love him, but I do.”
Jenni lifted her eyebrows. “Spill it!” “What?” Katie asked, then broke into a huge grin. Jenni tackled her. Like schoolgirls, they hugged each other and jumped around, laughing, until they collapsed into a heap on the bed. “You have FFG!” “Do not!” “Uh-huh! Freshly fucked glow!” Jenni howled with laugher, pointing at Katie’s flushed countenance.
“When did the town take over a privately owned building? This is socialism or communism, I can’t remember which. I don’t agree with you pushing your Amazonian agenda on the people of this fine town … .”
Calhoun looked shocked, then a little afraid. “I will not assist you in your nefarious plans, Amazonian Queen!” “Yes, you will” Nerit smiled at him confidently. “Because it will help defeat the marauding aliens attempting land grabs and abductions.” Calhoun looked at her suspiciously from beneath his scraggly eyebrows, then slowly tilted his head. “Okay. I’m listening.”
“I haven’t pitched you over the wall yet.” “Are you the one pitching people over the wall?” “Would you be surprised if I was?” Calhoun considered this, rubbing his grizzled chin. “Nope.” Nerit shrugged. “Just get to your position.” “Wanna go out?’ “No.” “Have sex?” “Definitely not.” Nerit smirked and walked away. “Damn Amazons.”
“So much for revitalizing Ashley Oaks, huh?” Juan smirked. “Oh, we revitalized it, all right—zombie-survival-style,” Mike corrected, high-fiving Juan.
“We ain’t racist in this town,” Peggy answered defensively. “We weren’t used to y’all’s ways. And I don’t mean because you’re black, but because you’re a bunch of East Texans.” Yolanda laughed briefly. “I know how much the rest of Texas looks down on us for being Southern hicks.