About
the Book
Title:
Tribes of Decay
Author:
Michael W. Garza
Genre:
Horror / Zombie Apocalypse
Our
world decayed and a new world arose from the ashes of the old.
The remains of the human race cling to life decades after a decimating global plague. The infected hunt the living as the dead roam abandoned streets craving the taste of flesh. Mia and Rowan hoped to carve out a life for themselves in an apocalyptic wasteland, but fate had other plans. They’re forced to leave behind the relative safety of their home after a chance encounter challenges everything they’ve ever known.Evolution always finds a way...
The remains of the human race cling to life decades after a decimating global plague. The infected hunt the living as the dead roam abandoned streets craving the taste of flesh. Mia and Rowan hoped to carve out a life for themselves in an apocalyptic wasteland, but fate had other plans. They’re forced to leave behind the relative safety of their home after a chance encounter challenges everything they’ve ever known.Evolution always finds a way...
Author
Bio
Michael W. Garza often finds
himself wondering where his inspiration will come from next and in
what form his imagination will bring it to life. The outcomes
regularly surprise him and it's always his ambition to amaze those
curious enough to follow him and take in those results. He hopes that
everyone will find something that frightens, surprises, or simply
astonishes them.
Links
Thunderclap Campaign
for the book:
https://www.thunderclap.it/projects/36214-tribes-of-decay
Excerpt.
“Who’s
there?”
There
was a deep breath followed by a series of movements somewhere behind
the dwelling. Rowan studied the stretched hide that covered the top
of the structure until a small slit produce a familiar face. Mia’s
eyes were burning red and the darkness couldn’t hide her pain. She
took a hesitant glance at something out in front of the dwelling
before pulling the cover back far enough to slide in and drop down.
“Your
father’s going to kill you,” Rowan whispered.
“You
should talk.”
She
grabbed him and pulled him close. The two kissed more passionately
than either of their years could account for. She finally let him go
and Rowan sat back, out of breath.
“I
was worried about you,” Mia admitted.
“I
need to get you worried more often.”
“That’s
not funny,” she said. “The entire council is discussing what to
do with you.”
“The
chains kind of gave that away,” Rowan said, pulling on his binds.
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Mia’s
eyes went to the floor. She couldn’t bear to look up at him as she
spoke.
“What
happened to Darian?”
Rowan’s
throat dried up all at once. He tried to say something, but nothing
came out. His heart thumped in his chest as a vision of his cousin
being pulled in through the abandon building’s doorway flashed
through his mind.
“We
went to the edge of the outlands,” he continued on before she could
tell him how foolish they were, “there were so many of them.” He
struggled with the words. “It was like an army of the infected
moving toward the city.” He pressed his hand against her chin and
raised her head. “We got trapped.”
A
single tear streamed down her cheek when her eyes met his.
“I
have to tell them,” Rowan said. He tried to stand up and was left
hunched over when the chains didn’t come up with him. “We
have to do something.”
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