Final Raid: Memoirs of a Zone Raider

Memoirs of a Zone Raider #1

by Tom Noel-Morgan

Rex Raleigh and his fellow adventurer-entrepreneurs venture into post apocalyptic South America. They are professionals, no doubt, but do they really know what they are getting into?

Since the ZOMBIE RIOTS and the ROT SYNDROME exodus, nature has recovered from the abuses of mankind and there is no more war. The world nations are at peace with one another. They have bigger fish to fry, believe you me!

70 years after the ZOMBIE RIOTS, the surviving nations of the world have all migrated to the Polar Regions, where the mutants can’t survive. Between latitudes 55º north and 55º south, there is a region known as the “RED ZONE”, where hordes of zombies inhabit ghost cities in the hundreds of thousands. But you should know that there are worse things than zombies out there.

Under the UN charter for re-colonisation of the RED ZONE, independent adventurer-capitalists like REX RALEIGH and the crew of the freighter Forlorn Glory venture into the forbidden regions of the globe to seize resources and salvage equipment invaluable to the survival of mankind. They are known as “ZONE RAIDERS”.

Here's what you should expect:

Strong, Male & Female Characters
Loads of Action & Adventure Scenes
Man-Eating Mutants on the Hunt
A New Take on the Zombie Genre
A pinch of Personal Conflict & Tragedy
A Bit of a Mystery to Solve

Genre: Action & Adventure / Fiction / Science Fiction / Military Fiction / Zombie Apocalypse / Apocalyptic & Post-Apocalyptic / Horror / Thriller

168 pages, Paperback

First published June 10, 2013

About the author

The truth is: I write because I enjoy communicating with the reader.

I know full well that, once I hand the narrative to you, you'll make my stories into your own, giving them your own spin with your mind's eye. I like that.

Together, you and I will conspire to create the world that greets you when you read my tales, and that's an enticing prospect.

If I were a songwriter and you a musician, I could give you the notes, but you'd always be playing them to your own rhythm. Writing, as I see it, is a little like that. So, shall we dance?