The day the world ends starts just like every other day.'His head throbbed and he could feel his veins pulsating under the restraints. The wadding in his mouth was dry and he felt the tickle of a stray fragment of cotton in the back of his throat. He didn’t feel the blood coming from his nose but when it found its way around the gag, he could taste it in his mouth. He tried to wiggle his toes and realized they were numb. He ran his tongue to the roof of his mouth but it was numb too. He felt his heart beating against his rib cage. His lungs ached. The edges of his vision began to dim. He thought he heard a voice somewhere in the distance.'Join the journey of survival. This is Book 8 of the Marionette Zombie Series by SB Poe