The morning after... -hair of the dog- as people used to say after an all-night binge, prayin' to the porcelain gods was the one Lisa enjoyed saying back in the day. Back in the days when someone could afford to lose consciousness without fears of ending up in a stomach of the dead. No... those days were gone, the good old days as they would come to say. Today the morning after meant the day after you saw your friends and neighbors eaten, or the day after your mom or brother turned into a demon and tried to feast upon your flesh. Or it could even be the morning after you witnessed a quarter of a million dead human bodies being blown to bits over the course of an hour. The day a blood mist from the disease floated upon the breeze as a mist clinging to everything it touched. Cars; windows and clothing coated with blood leaving your hair and skin sticky with residue. Eyes looked through a thin veil of red as the lungs of the unwitting breathed in and out. Lisa and Krupp accomplished their mission to stop the horde but at whose peril. Little Rock's booty was still the objective as multiple truck and tractors headed down the road towards their dangerous goal but the survival of all was at stake as they come up against gangs and stubborn home owners in their quest for resources. The military arrives with executive power and lays claim to that which the people have salvaged from the wreckage called the world as they hid. Free at last were they willing to once again bow down to the hypocrisies of the past? Life and love were not what they used to be. Trust and companionship once taken for granted was now the barest necessity for survival, the goodwill of a stranger a godsend. This is the fourth book and conclusion of the Zombie Rush series.