Nick and Matchim

By Xondra Day

Stuck in a world full of cannibalistic corpses after a mysterious flu-like virus kills off the majority of the world's population, Nick Sparrow has learned to survive in a world where the dead outnumber the living.

Matchim Chase has been surviving on his own for the past couple of weeks. When he's suddenly surrounded by a horde of zombies, he's thankful to have a handsome stranger come to his rescue.

Holed up together in a motel room and subsequently in an abandoned house, the connection they form is instant. They find what they need in each other. In a world torn apart they come together sharing their pasts and hopes for the future. Living in the moment is all they have because tomorrow might never come.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jul 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781771309035

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Copyright© 2014 Xondra Day

ISBN: 978-1-77130-903-5

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: JS Cook

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

NICK AND MATCHIM

Lust at First Sight, 3

Xondra Day

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

The sounds outside the door forced Nick Sparrow to burrow his head deeper into the pillow as he pulled the ratty bedclothes up around his shoulders. It was futile to try and block them out, but still he made an effort to do exactly that. They were out there waiting for him. At some point he’d have to face them again. They moaned and clawed at the motel room door, knocking against it. Hopefully the barricaded door and fortified windows would hold them off until he was ready to make a move again. For now he was safe, but that wouldn’t last forever. Nothing did.

Sweet Jesus, he muttered, jumping out of bed. Were they ever going to quit? He walked to the door and looked through the peephole. He ran both hands over the double lock. He reinforced it with a chest of drawers too. It was a false sense of security, but security all the same. He had to lean in over the chest of drawers to effectively see outside. Nick learned early on that barricades were needed no matter where he took up residence during his travels. There was no debating that. It was a matter of survival.

Two of them stood on the other side of the door. The rancid smell of their rotting flesh no longer bothered him, and at times when he did wince a little, it no longer sickened him like it had in the beginning when the plague started to spread, subsequently bringing back the dead.

Their vacant eyes stared straight at him. He often wondered how much they knew, and what