A native New Yorker, Max Boone can usually be found haunting a dive bar or walking his Pit Bull through the park. He's never been married, and has probably been fired from more jobs than you've had- though he doesn't hold a grudge.
Max lives and breathes horror films. He's the proud owner of a VHS collection that would shame your creepy uncle, yet he doesn't own a phone and never will. His only goal in life is to make a movie where Kurt Russell and Dennis Quaid fight to the death.
A native New Yorker, Max Boone can usually be found haunting a dive bar or walking his Pit Bull through the park. He's never been married, and has probably been fired from more jobs than you've had- though he doesn't hold a grudge.
Max lives and breathes horror films. He's the proud owner of a VHS collection that would shame your creepy uncle, yet he doesn't own a phone and never will. His only goal in life is to make a movie where Kurt Russell and Dennis Quaid fight to the death.
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If it doesn't kill you, someone infected will. Bleeders: Rising Storm continues the saga of Brody and Jeremiah where Bleeders: The Red Death left off. Both have survived the Red Flu, yet they aren't the same people they were before the infection. Their sleep is plagued with nightmares, and their waking hours prone to violent outbursts of almost inhuman levels. After having their escape from New York City go south, the two men are on their own again and making their way back toward the food bank where they'd found safe haven once before. On the way they stop to rescue a few survivors, who in turn decide to join their party, even if not all of them trust two men with red eyes and bad tempers. The dangers they'll find ahead don't just come from the Bleeders. Between random firefights, the looming plans of the military and increasing trouble from a new kind of cult, they'll have to ask themselves what's worse: the infected, or the survivors? |
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If it doesn't kill you, someone infected will.
All the news channels can talk about is the Red Flu, a nasty strain that came out of nowhere to wreak havoc on the population. There's also something the government isn't telling the public about the Red Flu- both the secret of it's true effects, and exactly how it spreads. Brody Tate doesn't care. He's a young smart-ass living in New York City, locked in a dead-end job. His only concern is telling his boss where he can shove it. Besides, the news only exists to scare people, right? But something is wrong. There's blood in his boss's office. A woman is dead on the floor. His boss is eating the cleaning lady. He kills the man in self-defense- not that the cops believe him- and gets carted away for murder. As if his day wasn't bad enough, his boss managed to bite him during the struggle. With the Red Flu tearing up his insides, Brody finds himself in a self-destructing New York, lost in the horrors of a crumbling city while fighting to stay alive. The question now is, if the Red Flu doesn't kill him, and someone with it doesn't, what will be left of him? What will he become? |