Résultats de "Adrienne Lecter" dans Toutes les catégories

Ich habe die Seuche überlebt, die Millionen tötete. Ich bin den gierigen Monstern entkommen, als die Toten sich weigerten, tot zu bleiben. Ich bin um mein Leben gerannt, als ein letzter verzweifelter Versuch, die Ausbreitung der Infektion einzudämmen, nichts anderes bewirkt hat, als die letzten Überlebenden in die Luft zu jagen. Doch nicht alle Hoffnung ist verloren. Unterwegs habe ich Freunde fürs Leben gefunden. Ehemalige Feinde wurden zu Verbündeten.

Ich habe den Ausbruch der Zombie-Apokalypse überlebt – aber das ist erst der Anfang meines Kampfes ums Überleben. Nachdem Callie und Kas aus dem bombardierten Charlotte entkommen und vor den Untoten geflohen sind, haben sie endlich eine Gruppe von Überlebenden gefunden, bei der sie bleiben können: die Enklave. Das sollte das Leben für sie einfacher machen – bis der Strom ausfällt und die Gruppe verzweifelt nach Wegen suchen muss, um Hunderte von Familien am Leben zu erhalten.

Wohin willst du rennen, wenn es keinen Ort mehr gibt, an den du fliehen kannst? Der Großteil der Weltbevölkerung ist entweder tot oder stirbt an einem Virus, der dem sehr ähnlich sieht, den Bree und Nate versucht haben zu zerstören–und nicht alle von ihnen bleiben tot. Von Zombiehorden gejagt, fliehen sie aus der Stadt mit dem, was von ihrer fröhlichen Bande von Außenseitern übrig ist. Doch selbst wenn die meisten von ihnen den ersten Tag überleben, sind sie noch lange nicht in Sicherheit–denn es gibt keine sicheren Orte mehr.

Ich bin fast gestorben. Praktisch alle anderen um mich herum sind gestorben. Jetzt bleiben die Toten nicht mehr tot. Irgendwie habe ich es geschafft, im Epizentrum der Zombieapokalypse eingesperrt zu sein. Oh du verdammte Scheiße!

Now that it boils down to survival of the *ssholes, decisions have to be made and sacrifices are in order. And as much as I would like to keep my firm stance on the moral high ground, I’m really not that fond of the consequences. If only there was an alternate solution for my problems...but as I’ve recently found out, that comes with its own massive downsides.

I survived the plague that killed millions. I escaped from the ravenous monsters when the dead refused to stay dead. I ran for my life when a last-ditch effort to contain the spread of the infection did nothing but blast the last remaining survivors to smithereens.

I have survived the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse—but this is only the beginning of my fight for survival.

Like most college students, all Callie Norton has worried about for weeks was passing this semester’s finals. After a night out celebrating, she and her friends wake up, sick with way more than the hangover of the century. All too soon, Callie realizes that this is not just a common cold she’s suffering from—and when she wakes up from a coma in a quarantine tent as the sole survivor, lack of food and water aren’t her only problems.

The hunt is on - and there are only a million zombies standing in our way. Once more reunited after the successful attack on the slaver camp, Bree and Nate have a new goal in life: to hunt down the man responsible for turning hundreds of soldiers into mindless worker drones, and repeatedly drugging the arena fighters - Nate and Hamilton chiefly among them. This could turn out to be their most dangerous mission yet, and not even the support of old friends and new allies alike might be enough for them to succeed.

Finding the French Resistance was only the first step in achieving their mission. With impossible odds looming ahead, Bree is forced to bury the hatchet and work with Bucky Hamilton and his men to get to their destination - a secret underground lab previously part of the serum project that might just hold the most valuable thing on earth: a cure for the zombie virus.

The dawning civil war has ended in a truce. Scavengers and traders all over the country are settling down for the long, hard winter to come. With their new camp outside the maze of New Angeles at the coast growing every day, Bree, Nate, and the gang have their hands full - yet something is not quite right. Maybe one last run before the winter is all that's needed to cure that itch. What could possibly go wrong?

United we stand, divided we fall. Once again reunited, the Lucky 13 set out to hunt down their adversaries - only to be met with an entirely new set of unexpected obstacles. As much as Bree is burning to finally get her revenge, it soon becomes obvious that on their own they are no match for the forces opposing them. With giving up not an option, they will have to find a way to bolster their numbers - or failing that, make the ultimate sacrifice.

After a long winter spent hunkering down in Wyoming, Bree, Nate, and the gang are back on the road. The harsh temperatures up in the northern regions might have decimated the undead scourge somewhat, but soon they have to face reality: it's not just zombies that are out there to hunt people down and kill them. For humanity to have a fighting chance to rebuild a semblance of civilization, everyone will have to work together - and resources are scarce. Someone will have to go out there and face the danger.

Alles, was Dr. Brianna Lewis will, ist eine Tasse Kaffee. Kaffee, um die Schufterei in ihrem Zellkulturlabor bei Green Fields Biotech an einem Freitagnachmittag, wenn alle anderen schon zu Hause sind, etwas erträglicher zu machen. Womit sie nicht rechnet, ist eine Gruppe von Terroristen, die alle Eingänge des Gebäudes in die Luft jagen und sie sowie anderes, anwesendes Personal als Geiseln nehmen. Bree findet sich bald in einem Konflikt wieder.

Haunted by grief, plagued by hunger, were on the run again. And mostly not from the undead this time, since I have my own special way of dealing with the zombies. It's the living who think that survival of the fittest puts them on top of the food chain now. But there is hope for humanity yet, even if mine is possibly lost for good. Resistance is rising, the intrepid few still fighting for a better tomorrow. Maybe not all is lost for those believing they are beyond being saved or who don't give a crap about such mundane concepts.