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Presenting my heavily reworked version of the end of Everything written without the taboo relationship so as to conform to GP's guidelines and policies.

BLURB: Eighteen year-old Joanna has lived a sheltered and idyllic life on her parent’s farm but when it seems as if the world is ending her parents cannot protect her. Everything changes as the dead rise to attack the living. When Joanna’s life is threatened, strong and handsome Nathan saves her. Joanna’s always had a crush on her father’s young workman but can they build a life together when everything and everyone around them is dead or dying?

EXCERPT: Oh, God! It was like I was so scared I couldn’t think, couldn’t run, couldn’t do anything. Mr. Grayson was dead. No, he’d been dead and he’d tried to eat me. My thoughts bounced crazily around in my head. Now he was really dead. Really, really dead. Oh, God! I felt so weak and trembly it was like my veins had turned to ice and my legs to rubber.

“Joanna.”

I froze. Not moving, not breathing.

“Joanna,” the person said again and moved toward me.

“Nathan?” I couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, it’s me. Are you okay?”

“Oh, my God!” I was utterly incapable of saying anything else. I flung myself at him, sobbing hysterically with relief. He threw the bloodied weapon in his hand down and his strong muscular arms closed around me.

“Shush,” he murmured, holding me tight as he gently stroked my hair. “He didn’t bite you, did he? You’re okay, right?” He ran his hands all over me, checking for injuries.

“I…I’m fine,” I said, my breath catching in my throat. “Oh, my God, Nathan!” Okay, I know I’d said that like a million times already but that was my first encounter with a Risen Dead and he or it, whatever it was, had nearly killed me. I’d almost died! Just thinking about it got me hyperventilating. My chest heaved and my lungs struggled for air.

“Shush,” Nathan said, holding me close. “It’s okay, baby. You’re alright.”

Had he just called me baby? Oh, my God! Suddenly I remembered Ma and Pa.

“Nathan.” I started coughing and couldn’t talk. He rubbed my back soothingly and I closed my eyes and stayed quiet in the circle of his arms trying to catch my breath. As I gradually calmed down I realized I could hear each beat of his heart, smell his own peculiar Nathan scent of green grass and earth, but now it was overlaid with the masculine scent of his perspiration.