By Joseph Talluto
Ebook three White Flag of the useless Series
16 hundred miles of zombie-infested territory. 16 hundred miles over terrain that will not have noticeable a residing human in approximately 3 years. thousands of hungry ghouls ready with the endurance of the useless.
At stake is the soul of the kingdom, the binding beliefs that could remake the rustic within the palms of whoever possesses it.
John Talon and his team of survivors, torn clear of their family by way of a challenge of urgency, needs to make the adventure around the nation to avoid wasting their small probability of rebuilding a nation.
Determined to prevent them is a madman together with his personal deepest military to again him up. a guy who won't let a person, dwelling or useless, to get in his way.
In the race for keep watch over of the country, John and his acquaintances will observe even if the US the gorgeous has turn into the United States the Dead.
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