Sequel to Serum of the Dead. A town’s biggest nightmare continues with a new terror.
In a small town, a group of survivors escaped one horror to face another as they fight for their lives.
Margie Barnes' bite wound takes her body through changes that have the local medical staff stumped. Doctor Fredrick Blake consults on her unique condition, which only he may be able to shed light on. Margie’s physiological changes turn her into something between the living and the dead. She starts a new dead army, unleashing the terror on a new town of unaware citizens. Sheriff Rob Daniels and Reverend Theodor Brighton lead the living in a new battle against the dead. They rely on the experienced survivors to see them through and build a new weapon in time.
“Margi, are you okay? You seem a little out of it.” Donna moved closer to look into Margie’s face.
“I’m not sure,” Margie responded in a low voice. She could almost hear the blood pumping through the vein that kept drawing her gaze. The light throbbing was still mesmerizing to her. She closed her eyes, forcing herself not to watch it.
“I’m going to go get the nurse.” Donna started to turn toward the door.
“No, wait.” Margie stopped her and opened her eyes again. “Just help me out of the bed. I want to go run some water on my face. Maybe that will help.” Margie reached her hand out to the woman.
“Are you sure?” Donna approached her and took her hand.
“Yeah, just a little closer so I can lean on you for a moment.” Margie slid her leg out of the bed. Her foot found the floor as Donna slid her arm behind her back to help lift her out of the bed.
Before Donna could react, Margie lunged at her neck and sunk her teeth into the officer’s throat, deep into the flesh. Donna tried to scream, but Margie had cut off her throat with incredible strength. Blood ran down Margie’s chin and onto the front of her hospital gown.
Margie tasted the salty, metallic flavor of blood spurting into her mouth. She closed her eyes as the fluid went down her throat with every act of swallowing. She finally felt like her thirst was being quenched. She couldn’t stop herself from biting deeper and releasing a new flow of blood from more of Donna’s torn veins and arteries. It took away the chill she had been feeling since her skin went pale and her temperature dropped. She no longer shivered, and felt comforting warmth coming over her.
When her thirst no longer nagged at her, Margie released her hold on Donna’s throat and let the lifeless body fall to the floor with a thud. She walked into the bathroom, washed the blood from her face and looked into the mirror. Her flesh was still the same pale color and her lips were still blue. Even though she felt warmer, her skin showed no signs of it.