Live, Laugh, & Fight Zombies on the way to Florida

The world’s been dead for three weeks. You’ve got no car, no plan, and the only thing keeping you company is the smell of your socks. Then you hear her. A voice like honey and barbed wire, cussing out a zombie for stealing her furniture. Meet Anne McCormick — 23, former Miss Alabama, blonde, blue-eyed, and tough enough to use a dining chair as a weapon. She’s got a mouth that could strip paint, a six-year-old daughter named Evie who hasn’t spoken in days, and a stuffed Pikachu that’s seen better centuries. The military says Jacksonville, Florida is your ticket out — if you can make it through Huntsville, find a working ride, and dodge everything that wants you dead (or dinner). Between here and the coast are slow shufflers, fast sprinters, and living people who are somehow worse. It’s part horror, part road trip, and part bad idea. You’ve got two clips, one knife, one beauty queen with a temper, and a silent kid with a mustard-yellow Pikachu. What could possibly go wrong? [AC-enabled! Thanks Lewd_Leah!!]