The Hunger by Stuart Bull
English | 2020| Fantasy | ePUB | 2.7 MB
It started with the walls. Ten years later, an army of the undead poured out of what was left of Russia and wrought havoc across all of Eastern Europe. Only a coalition of European countries, the European Military Alliance, showed any promise of being able to slow the relentless westward march of the plague like hordes. Yet even as cities and nations fell, there were those who were unhappy with the terms of the alliance, and its requirement to house all refugees displaced by the war. The British Independence Party, an ultra-conservative group of radicals who seeks to restore Britain to a supposed lost age of glory, want to withdraw the country from the alliance the first chance they get. They speak of tradition and old school values, yet whispers of fanatical fascist beliefs swirl around them like dust in a storm, and many fear the consequences should the party gain the free rein it seeks to carry out its greatest plans. It is a dangerous time to be different in the UK. Into this turmoil, three different characters from three different backgrounds are thrown. A reporter, a refugee and a political spin doctor; their lives couldn’t be any different, yet fate will draw each of them into the heart of a dark conspiracy that will challenge what it means to be human. As dark political desires and ravenous zombie cravings come together in a mighty cannibalistic clash, the fate of more than just a single nation will be thrust into their hands, though even together they may not be enough to stop what is about to be unleashed. Note: This book contains scenes which are considered mature and may be unsuitable to those of a sensitive nature. However, there are NO scenes of a sexual nature though.
Moving slowly with his assault rifle at the ready, Stone paid sharp attention to every step he took. There was debris everywhere, countless shards of broken glass and masonry littering every space. It wasn’t as bad as some of the places he had been, but that didn’t make it any easier; one wrong move, one errant sound, could bring about their fast and violent deaths. Even the soft crunch of their boots sounded like thunder. So far, they had seen nothing. The desolate streets were empty, the only movement being the occasional wisp of smoke escaping a still smouldering piece of wreckage. Only once did something catch his eye. It was the blackened body of what looked like a small girl, resting against the remains of a wall. Her face was distorted into an eternal screech of agony, the sockets of her eyes making her look like some hellish demon. It was a stomach churning sight, but Stone pushed it aside and looked at her with an analytical eye. There was no sign of anything over than fire ravaging the girl’s body. Stone took a second, then made a gesture with one of his hands. With that, his squad moved on.
Reaching a cross junction, Stone glanced at the map strapped to his forearm, then gestured to the left. The road curved off around a group of buildings, and after ten minutes the soldier scouting the way, a private Timms, raised a closed fist. She dropped to her knee and signalled Stone.
“Movement, twenty meters ahead, on the right.” The message came through over the radio, little more than a whisper. The ‘smart’ system was adaptive, increasing volume when needed.