Peter Welmerink

Hunt for the Fallen Peter Welmerink

Captain Jacob Billet Journal Entry - Sunday April 5, 2026 It's raining, it's pouring, the undead are roaring... Amassed at the UCRA east end enclosure, the dead strain the fence line while soldiers keep watchful eyes, the survivors on the opposite side of the rising river about to lose their minds. It's a crazy time: nonstop precipitation; everyone's up in arms; paranoid city council members with an asshat City Treasurer. Water, water everywhere. Zees dropping into the churning drink. Troops afraid of being stitched up and thrown back into the fray as Zombie Troopers. Tank commanders getting itchy to head out on their own after drug-laden shamblers. Reganshire insurgents trying to extract our west side civvies for some unknown reason, possibly pushing the city into taking heavy-handed action against them. Then there's some black-haired dead dude staring at me through the fence, grinning like he's off his meds. And I thought Lettner was a headache. All this sh*t might give me a heart attack. Hunt for the Fallen is Transport Book Two