Echoes of the Ancestors. Mortuous 28, #2

The nightmare continues in Echoes of the Ancestors. North America has decayed into a rotting hellscape. Half the United States is wiped from the map-an ill-suited decision made while a potential cure is swept under the rug. The other half has collapsed into lawless slaughter, ruled by marauders and lunatics bent on taking control of the chaos. All while an endless tide of undead marches toward America's last line of defence.
In a world this broken, survival may no longer be an act of courage, but a form of insanity. Marie-Soleil is gone. Torn from Thaddeus Stormbreaker's arms by crazed marauders. Locked in an underground prison, she must endure acts of depravity that once lived only in nightmares. The only thing keeping death at a distance, Thaddeus' armoured campervan, is also gone. With nothing but grief and rage to drive him forward, he stands weaponless, battered, bleeding, and alone in the corpse of Kansas City. Gasping for one last breath of hope, the U.
S. government abandons its impotent military when the rug is pulled, and a cure becomes the final gamble. With only fragments of humanity left, will hope arrive too late? Grasping at survival, the Mexican government forges an unholy alliance with the two most powerful multinational drug cartels. Old enemies shake bloodstained hands to defend the last unsullied nation on Earth. An army of rancid corpses marches toward the northern border, where quarantine cities rise overnight.
A bitter racial history is buried by the Hispanic superpower for the sake of the human species. The border swings open to American refugees, and with them comes a racial prejudice that lives even when the world is dying. With the odds screaming to just give up, one question haunts every pull of the trigger: Is life even worth living anymore?