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Primal Resurrection: A Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Novel: Book 8 - W.J. Lundy

Sep
15

Primal Resurrection: A Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Novel: Book 8

Two years after the fall, America’s survivors have found a balance with the infected herds. What remains of the human race now lives behind walls in sheltered communities, while the Primals take their role as the apex predators owning the night. The competition for survival has depleted the hunting grounds, and the sounds of battle are drawing the infected out of the cities.

A war as old as the ages, the fight for resources and control of everything that’s left, has begun. Brad once again finds himself caught in the middle as the sparks of a civil war turn into an awakening of the Primal hordes.

The Primal Resurrection has begun. Book 8 in the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot series.

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When the riots started and the city began to burn, he made a personal choice to die on the streets fighting, not hiding in his apartment like a coward.

He dug through his hall closet until he found the small canvas bag. Shane left most of his old uniforms in a dumpster when he was discharged from the Army, but he’d kept one. It was worn and battered but still bore all of his patches.

Not the typical clean and pressed uniform that soldiers wore when on garrison duty state side. It was the uniform he’d worn on his last deployment, the one that sent him home with pins in his back and a headache that never went away.

He put on the uniform and stood in front of his bathroom mirror, frowning. His hair was shoulder length; his beard long and unkempt. He barely looked the twenty-eight year old man that he knew he still was. “Damn,” he said, laughing and shaking his head as he undressed, “the Sergeant Major would have my ass.”

Lundy, W.J.. Something To Fight For (Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Book 5) . PHALANX PRESS. Kindle Edition.
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