Viral Intent: Barely Alive, #4

By B.R. Paulson

Dominic has no remorse, no guilt, and his righteous justification swells as his research goes unchecked. There's someone Dominic wants to save, and he may have the cure. But now he needs test subjects.

He creates a virus that brings about the zombie apocalypse. There's no excuse for how he treats Paul and humanity itself, but understanding the man might shed light on the evolution of the virus that brings Paul and Heather together.

Discover the how and why behind Dominic's evil actions.

Are you brave enough to see how a Zombie Master evolves?

***BR Paulson Books***

WORTH OF SOULS SERIES
Cost of Survival, bk 1
Exchange Rate, bk 2
Worth of Souls, bk 3
BoxSet books 1 - 3

INTO THE END SERIES
Into the End, bk1
Through the Flames, bk 2
Out of the Ashes, bk 3
BoxSet books 1 - 3

BARELY ALIVE SERIES
Barely Alive, bk 1
Falling Apart, bk 2
Mostly Dead, bk 3
Viral Intent
BoxSet books 1 - 4

PSYCHO COLLECTION
Psycho Inside Me
Watch Me Burn
A Girl Divided
Psycho Collection BoxSet

MEMOIRS OF A CANNIBAL SERIES
Memoirs of a Cannibal
Cannibal Holiday
Cooking with the Cannibal
Cannibal CookBook
Keeping up with the Cannibals

• Language: English
• Publisher: Captiva Publishing
• Release date: Jul 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781497772977

Book preview

Viral Intent

Also by B.R. Paulson

180 Days... and Counting Series

Out of Time

Last Chance

Hold On

Too Late

Look Away

Death Days

Barely Alive

Barely Alive

Falling Apart

Mostly Dead

Viral Intent

Barely Alive Series Boxed Set

Into the End

Into the End

Through the Flames

Out of the Ashes

Worth of Souls

Cost of Survival

Exchange Rate

Worth of Souls

VIRAL INTENT

BARELY ALIVE SERIES

BOOK 4

B.R. PAULSON

CAPTIVA PUBLISHING, LLC

CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Dominic

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Eight weeks later

Barely Alive Series

Barely Alive, Sneak Peek

Chapter 2, Sneak Peek

Also by B.R. Paulson

Afterword

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

To My Husband – You stay with me, even when I write creepy stuff. I love you.

To My Critique Partners: Shelley Martin and Jill Cooper – couldn’t have done this without you! Thanks a ton!

To my beta readers: Kammie, Cassie and Chelsea. Thanks for the enthusiasm!

DOMINIC

CHAPTER

ONE

Terrible thing to want to kill everyone, everything, but what could he say? He hated…

Except his dad.

Dominic pushed the door open with his elbow, balancing the laden tray of food in his hands. "Hey there, Dad. Sorry, I didn’t get here a little sooner. She’s downstairs again and she demanded I make her lunch, too." He set the tray on the nightstand beside his father’s twin bed.

His dad blinked and mustered a smile. Crust at the sides of his mouth and eyes made him look so much older than sixty-seven. He struggled to move his arm. His fingers twitched and Dominic pretended he hadn’t noticed the worsening condition.

Dominic spent the next thirty minutes feeding his dad broth, dreading the return downstairs.

She ran her fingers through her platinum bleached hair and sneered. You have plenty of money, Dominic. Get him into a nursing home already.

Dominic set the lighter tray on the counter and braced his arms on the sides of the sink. The view outside lacked more than beauty. Nevada desert matched his dad’s skin – dry, cracked, and colorless. Looking any longer would just drive him into one of his depressions. His gaze angled down and he tried ignoring her exaggeration of his wealth.

Envelopes piled on the counter marked final notice and past due didn’t exactly scream rich.

He bit his tongue. Nothing he said or did would make a difference. The bitch got meaner and meaner toward the end of each month. She didn’t get her allowance from Dominic until the first. Dominic sighed in defeat and put the dishes in the sink. What do you want, Mother?

Hair hanging down her back and wrinkled breasts pushed upward, she pressed her hand to her chest. I don’t know what you mean. Why can’t I visit my only son without a guilt trip? A bit of outraged spittle flecked to her chin.

Dominic turned to face her and crossed his arms. She wouldn’t stop there. She never did. He hid his cringe behind a sarcastic smirk. And waited. She’d never changed. She’d been selfish and cruel as long as he could remember.

She didn’t make him wait long and dropped her hand to her side. No humility or grace colored her skin, no, she sneered when she should’ve plead. I could use a little extra money.

I don’t have extra. He chewed the inside