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Autumn: Purification

Autumn: Purification

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by David Moody

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A bastard hybrid of War of the Worlds and Night of the Living Dead, the Autumn series chronicles the struggle survivors are forced to contend with in a world torn apart by a deadly disease. 99% of the population of the planet has been killed in less than 24 hours. Animated by "phase two" of some unknown contagion, the dead begin to rise. At first slow


A bastard hybrid of War of the Worlds and Night of the Living Dead, the Autumn series chronicles the struggle survivors are forced to contend with in a world torn apart by a deadly disease. 99% of the population of the planet has been killed in less than 24 hours. Animated by "phase two" of some unknown contagion, the dead begin to rise. At first slow, blind, dumb and lumbering, the bodies soon regain their most basic senses and abilities—sight, hearing, locomotion—as well as the instinct toward aggression and violence. Held back only by the restraints of their rapidly decomposing flesh, the dead seem to have only one single goal—to lumber forth and destroy the sole remaining attraction in the silent, lifeless world: those who have survived the plague, who now find themselves outnumbered 1,000,000 to 1...

In Autumn: Purification, the heroes from the original Autumn novel and Autumn: The City work together to survive in this horrifying new world.

Without ever using the ‘Z' word, the Autumn series offers a new perspective on the traditional zombie story. There's no flesh eating, no fast-moving corpses, no gore for gore's sake. Combining the atmosphere and tone of a George Romero film with the attitude and awareness of 28 Days Later, this horrifying and suspenseful novel is filled with relentless cold, dark fear.

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St. Martin's Press
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Autumn Series , #3
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5.36(w) x 8.28(h) x 0.86(d)

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Emma Mitchell looked at her watch. Two o’clock. Was that two in the afternoon or morning? She thought morning, but she wasn’t sure. In the permanent darkness of the base it was impossible to tell the difference between day and night anymore. There were always people sleeping, and always people awake. There were always people gathered in groups and huddles talking in secret whispers about nothing of any importance, and there were always people crying, moaning, and arguing. There were always soldiers moving through the decontamination chambers or coming out into the hangar to check, double-check, and triple-check their stockpiled equipment.

Two in the morning or two in the afternoon, Emma couldn’t sleep. She lay in bed next to Michael Collins and stared into his face. They’d made love a while back, and she felt ridiculously guilty. It had been the fourth time they’d had sex in the three weeks they’d been underground, and each time he’d fallen asleep as soon as they were finished and she’d been left alone feeling like this. When she’d asked him, he’d said that being with her made him feel complete, that their intimacy made him feel like he used to before the rest of the world had died. Although Emma felt that way too, sex reminded her of everything she’d lost and made her wonder what would happen if she lost Michael. She didn’t know whether she slept with him because she loved him, or if it was because they just happened to be there for each other. One thing of which she was certain was that there was no room in her world for romance and other long-forgotten feelings anymore. He had no trouble, but she couldn’t imagine ever being relaxed or aroused enough to have another orgasm. There was no longer any seduction or foreplay. All she wanted was to feel Michael inside her. He was the only positive thing remaining in her world. Everything was cold apart from his touch.

In the final days before finding this bunker, Emma had grown to hate the cramped motor home that she and Michael shared. Now she never wanted to leave it. It was a small, private space where the two of them could shut themselves away from everyone else and she appreciated it. The others had no choice but to spend all day, every day together, and Emma didn’t know how they coped. She needed this space to be able to cut herself off from what was happening elsewhere. Yesterday she’d overheard two soldiers talking about the air getting thinner on the lower levels of the base, that the sheer weight of the bodies aboveground was beginning to cause problems and block vents and exhaust shafts. She’d spoken to Cooper about it and he hadn’t seemed surprised. The thought of what it must be like aboveground now made her want to lock the motor home doors and never open them again.

Emma heard a noise outside. She sat up and wiped the nearest window clear of condensation, the heat from her and Michael’s bodies contrasting with the cold air in the vast hangar. Supplies were being delivered. Two suited soldiers emerged from the decontamination chambers to begrudgingly deliver rations to the civilian survivors. Emma was surprised they were given anything at all. She often tried to imagine what life must be like for the soldiers. Were they just going through the motions, waiting to die? How long would the contagion outside last? Was the air clear now, or would it stay contaminated for another month, year, or decade? How would they know? Would any of the soldiers ever be brave or stupid enough to risk going aboveground and breathing in? Donna Yorke had suggested that was why the military had been so acommodating toward them. She said she could see a time when they might want to use the immune survivors to either try and find a cure or, once the bodies had rotted down to nothing, just to scour the surface for food, water, and supplies.

Emma put on Michael’s thick winter coat and stood up and moved to another window. It was hard to make out what was happening outside—the hangar lights were almost always turned down to their lowest setting to conserve power, only getting any brighter when the military was heading outside, and that hadn’t happened for more than two weeks. Two days after the civilians had first arrived, the army had opened the doors and made a futile attempt to clear the mess they’d made getting in. They’d been beaten back by the number of bodies outside. The first few hundred had been obliterated with flamethrowers but there were thousands more behind. Distracted thinking about the carnage that day, she watched Cooper checking over one of the vehicles he and the others had arrived here in. It was obvious from his manner, attitude, and priorities that he was military—or was he now ex-military? Regimented and confident, she’d often seen him exercising or demonstrating to small groups of people how to use the military equipment which surrounded them. She knew it was important to keep themselves and their vehicles in good order. She was under no illusions. Today, tomorrow, or in six months’ time, they’d have to leave the bunker eventually.

“Something wrong?”

Emma turned around and saw that Michael was sitting up in bed. His dark eyes looked tired and confused.

“Nothing. Couldn’t sleep, that’s all.”

He yawned and beckoned her over. She climbed back into bed and he grabbed hold of her tightly as if they’d been apart for years.

“How you doing?” he asked quietly, his face close to hers.

“I’m okay.”

“Anything happening out there?”

“Not really, just a delivery of supplies, that’s all. Does anything ever happen around here?”

“Give it time,” he mumbled sadly, kissing the side of her face. “Give it time.”


Copyright © 2011 by David Moody

Meet the Author

David Moody is the author of Hater, Dog Blood, Autumn and Autumn: The City. He grew up in Birmingham, England, on a diet of horror movies and post-apocalyptic fiction. He started his career working at a bank, but then decided to write the kind of fiction he loved. His first novel, Straight to You, had what Moody calls "microscopic sales," and so when he wrote Autumn, he decided to publish it online. The book became a sensation and has been downloaded by half a million readers. He started his own publishing company, Infected Books. He lives in Britain with his wife and a houseful of daughters, which may explain his preoccupation with Armageddon.

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Autumn: Purification 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
steelyshan More than 1 year ago
The best one in the series so far. I read this book in one sitting because I simply couldnt put it down. The survivors are forced from the underground military base after a botched attempt to clear air vents fails and the zombies overtake the soldiers. The survivors are once again on the move and no place is safe until they hear of an island and another survivor group that is clearing it of the dead. As with the other books in this series, I am anxiously awaiting the next book!
CatieK More than 1 year ago
David Moody has done it again. He's made me rush through a book and now be depressed that it has ended. I want more! His unerringly frank and insightful depiction of the human mind and spirit is never more on display than in this story. When all is stripped away, the only thing that matters is survival. But is survival in a dead world worth it. In this story, we watch the survivors we have come to champion deal with this question on a daily basis. As they struggle to find a safe place to exist in a world filled with the walking dead, the questionable future is always in their mind. Survive for what? To what end? A dark, scary, gripping post-apocalyptic page turner. Another fantastic read from David Moody!!
MytchieMitch More than 1 year ago
In the last two weeks I've read 5 David Moody books and I'm mad at myself for flying through them so quickly! I need more!!!!!!!! If you love apocalyptic fiction, you'll love David Moody. Don't pass by these books without a second glance. They're fast paced, exciting, suspenseful and thrilling. I stayed up reading David Moody's books until the wee hours of the morning even when I had to get up for work early the next day. I just couldn't rip myself away from the characters plight. Awesome!!! A thousand thumbs up!
Anonymous 25 days ago
Excellent Atmospheric Exvellent, i liked it...it was atmospheric and fun! Excellent, fun, atmospheric
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Even better than the first 2 in the series.
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Mindy_Lou More than 1 year ago
Loved it... I think the book was great.. Followed suit with the other one.. I am so looking forward to the next one.. I want to know what happens to everyone.. will there be more people out there found? what does he have in store for us.. I am hoping for more on Michael and Emma and Cooper.. I like me some Cooper.. lol..
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ptalene More than 1 year ago
I am embarrassed that I even bought this book. The first one was strangely compelling, and I found the second one on sale cheap, but I should have honestly stopped there. There is nothing really scary about these "bodies." They are weak and decaying. A few well-placed molotov cocktails applied regularly would have finished this series at book two (or sooner). Presumably the bodies are not reproducing. Eventually, efforts at getting rid of them would pay off. There is nothing scary about this book, that is, except the hypnotic repetitiveness of the narration. If I read one more time the long, drawn-out explanation of why the bodies were amassing near the survivors, I think perhaps I might have turned into a zombie-like creature myself. I remain flabbergasted that so many people appear to have thought this book was worth 4+ stars.