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Would you survive?

I'm sure you've wasted away at least 10 minutes taking one of those "Would you survive the zombie apocalypse" tests on Facebook (or more than that if it said you'd die so you took it over again to get a better result). I know I have! If you really want to see if you have what it takes to make it through the hoards of undead though, you have got to read the Until the End of the World series by author Sarah Lyons Fleming.

Until the End of the World follows Cassie Forrest and a handful of her friends as they discover the zombie outbreak, escape Brooklyn, and make their way to her parent's cabin (and beyond) in a fight for survival. They not only face the challenges of surviving pods of hungry Lexers, but also must fight to survive through the naivete of city-dwellers and the threat of bandits.

Full of action, friendship, and a host of useful tips on how to learn real-life survival information, Until the End of the World and the books that follow it are a must-read for anyone interested in homesteading, sustainable living, outdoor survival and farming. If you've got a city-slicker who you want to introduce the concept of bugging-out to, give them these books!

I have now read Until the End of the World, So Long, Lollipops, and the most recent installment, And After. I've gotten more attached to the characters with each book and can't wait for Sarah to publish more. I know when you start this series you're going to be clamoring for more, too.


Still not convinced? Here are links to my reviews:

Until the End of the World

So Long Lollipops

And After

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