The Road to Woodbury (The Walking Dead, Book 2)
Robert Kirkman, Jay Bonansinga
the 1st ebook defined how the Governor used to be created; this exciting sequel to The long island Times bestseller extra unearths his ruthless, inhuman conquest of Woodbury
The zombie plague unleashes its horrors at the suburbs of Atlanta all of sudden, pitting the dwelling opposed to the lifeless. stuck within the mass exodus, Lilly Caul struggles to outlive in a chain of ragtag encampments and improvised shelters. however the Walkers are multiplying. Dogged by means of their feral starvation for flesh and crippled through worry, Lilly is dependent upon the safety of fine Samaritans via looking shelter in a walled-in city as soon as often called Woodbury, Georgia.
At first, Woodbury appears like an ideal sanctuary. Squatters barter providers for foodstuff, humans have roofs over their heads, and the barricade expands, becoming more desirable each day. better of all, a mysterious self-proclaimed chief named Philip Blake retains the electorate in line. yet Lilly starts off to suspect that each one isn't really because it turns out. . . . Blake, who has lately all started to name himself The Governor, has annoying principles approximately legislations and order.
Ultimately, Lilly and a band of rebels open up a Pandora's field of mayhem and destruction after they problem The Governor's reign . . . and the line to Woodbury turns into the road to hell during this riveting follow-up to Robert Kirkman and Jay Bonansinga's New York Times bestselling The jogging lifeless: upward thrust of the Governor.
Retrofitted camper/pickups, and Lilly makes be aware of some sharp knives within the box yet regularly she sees plastic “sporks” sticky with foodstuff gunk. She wonders how potent a spork will be opposed to a sizeable drooling cannibal. She silently curses the camp leaders for no longer leaving firearms. those that stay at the estate contain the older settlers—Mr. Rhimes, a few spinsters from Stockbridge, an eighty-year-old retired instructor named O’Toole, a couple of geriatric brothers from an.
not easy as he can within the basic path of the relocating corpse in entrance of him. The rusty tines strike the aspect of the thing’s face as it’s turning. one of many spikes impales the zombie’s left eye. the opposite issues cross into the mandible and jugular. Black blood ejaculates around the camper. Scott we could out a struggle cry and pulls the enforce unfastened. The zombie staggers backward towards the windblown hatch—which is flapping now—and for a few cause, the second one blow will get an important, convulsive, crazed snigger.
idea i used to be gonna lose her a couple of times … yet she lived lengthy sufficient to—” He stops, the sorrow ratcheting his insides, swelling up in him, spectacular him with its suddenness. Lilly sees the discomfort in his eyes. “It’s ok, Josh, for those who don’t wish to—” He makes a feeble gesture, a wave of his sizeable brown hand. “I don’t brain telling you what occurred. i used to be nonetheless attempting to get into paintings each one morning at that time, nonetheless attempting to get a paycheck within the early days of the flip, quite a few biter sightings.
The rear window cracking. the nearest zombies—their lifeless faces mashed up opposed to the glass, squashed via the slow-motion stampede at the back of them—trail black bile and drool around the window. all of it occurs in a short time. The hairline fissures spreads like time-lapse spiderwebs spinning towards every one nook, as dozens of extra reanimated corpses press opposed to the throng, exerting great strain at the window. The glass collapses simply as Josh grabs Lilly and yanks her off the couch. an awesome.
Hatch, and grasps the deal with, whilst he hears a deep, whiskey-cured voice come from at the back of him. “Wouldn’t do this if I have been you.” Lilly glances down on the ground and sees the Governor—his gag loose—struggling right into a sitting place opposed to the wall, his darkish eyes smoldering. Lilly holds her Ruger on him. “You’re no longer giving orders anymore,” she informs him via clenched the teeth. The van jerks sideways back. The rumbling silence stretches. “Your little plan’s long past all to hell,” the Governor.