Quarantine

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Stay and hide. Run and fight. Either way you risk it all.

In the scant few weeks since an explosion decimated New York City, sixteen-year-old Jesse has lived through the unimaginable. Only two types of people are left: Chasers, infected with a virus that turns them into bloodthirsty killing machines. . .and those they hunt. Jesse isn't waiting to be a victim. There's a collective of survivors in the city. Once he's located them, they can find ...

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Overview

Stay and hide. Run and fight. Either way you risk it all.

In the scant few weeks since an explosion decimated New York City, sixteen-year-old Jesse has lived through the unimaginable. Only two types of people are left: Chasers, infected with a virus that turns them into bloodthirsty killing machines. . .and those they hunt. Jesse isn't waiting to be a victim. There's a collective of survivors in the city. Once he's located them, they can find some way out of Manhattan and Jesse can get help for those he's guiltily leaving behind.

But first, there are the obstacles. Crazed Chasers. Dangerous power struggles. And so-called allies hiding the terrifying truth. . .

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758280701
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 9/24/2013
  • Series: Alone Series
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 543,961
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.70 (d)

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QUARANTINE

ALONE


By JAMES PHELAN

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2011 James Phelan
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-8070-1


CHAPTER 1

We buried the snow leopard in the morning. The three of us stood in the mist that came with the winter's dawn, the empty streets of Manhattan as quiet as they'd ever been since the attack. The lonely gray light sucked the color from everything but it was all we had to work by as we dug into the earth. A dark stain of frozen soil covered the animal's mate, who we'd buried just the day before, two lifeless forms in stark contrast to a blanket of fresh white snow.

It was Felicity who insisted on the funeral, not Rachel, the animal's caretaker. Maybe it was Felicity's way to keep me here a bit longer, in the hope I'd change my mind about going; or in the hope that while I stalled here a miracle would come—rescue by whoever was left. Not that we knew who was left, not for certain. That's why I needed to leave the safety of these fortified zoo grounds, yet again. Exploring the unknown was our best chance for survival.

In the snow-leopard enclosure of Central Park Zoo we held a little ceremony of sorts, silent and stoic. Felicity didn't cry but Rachel did—just falling tears, no sound of sobbing. My two fellow survivors, standing next to me, remembering these beautiful animals that had never done anybody any harm, killed by violent figures in the night, those with an unquenchable bloodlust.

There was a bang-crash of a building coming down, probably nearby on Fifth Avenue.

"That was close," Felicity said, spooked.

I nodded, words obliterated, for the sound had roused all the animals left in the zoo, waking them from their mournful chorus into a symphony of alarm, as if they knew that their tickets out of this life were loosely hanging chads.

"I hate it when they do that," I said, close to Felicity's ear, the cries of the birds and the sea lions assaulting my own. It was like trying to hide from Chasers near a car and setting off the alarm—it drew unwanted attention. In a silent city, we were now clearly in focus. "On such a clear morning, this sound'll carry all through the park ..."

So far this morning the Chasers had stayed away, as if out of respect for the properly dead. I was kidding myself by thinking that—they didn't need emotions, just as they didn't need normal food or shelter or warmth. At least, that was true of the predatory Chasers, the infected who would hunt you down, the ones who'd survive. Ironically, those whose contagion was wearing off—who were technically getting better, their faculties returning—were worse off. By the time they improved enough to find food and shelter, it would be too late; if the aggressive Chasers didn't pick them off, one by one, the harsh winter would.

If my friend Caleb was one of the weaker kind, I could search him out, look after him. But he was a bloodthirsty Chaser, and there was no reasoning with them, as I knew from experience. The only resolution to a conflict with them was death. Was there any hope for Caleb? Probably not. Could I give up on him? No.

My packed bag was on the ground. I'd been ready to bug out of the zoo when the leopard died, but now I had doubts. I felt guilty about wanting to leave. I'd tried my best to calm and soothe Rachel. She'd said harsh words, what I felt might be final words ... and then all our conviction, on both sides of the debate, came undone with the sudden ceasing of a heartbeat.

How callous that sounds, but that's what it had come to: the death of an animal and what came with that had kept me here.

At the thought of leaving, my body felt weak with exhaustion. This time, I told myself, it would be different. It had to be. All I had been doing these past two weeks since the attack was moving from one false touchstone to the other—from 30 Rock, to Central Park Zoo, to Caleb's bookstore, looking for a safety that was no longer possible, if it ever had been. I told myself I was helping, I was doing good, getting one step closer to escaping, to getting home ... when all I'd really been doing was retracing my steps. Now I needed to make progress, real progress, before—

Before what, exactly? Maybe the uncertainty was the worst part. About twenty percent of New York's cityscape had been destroyed in the initial attack. But every day since then there had been new fires and explosions, buildings falling one by one, here and there, as if to remind us that there was more to come. There was another act—maybe several more—to be played out. They weren't finished with us yet—whoever they were.

"You should sleep," Rachel said, jolting me out of my thoughts.

Neither of us had slept in the night and we both had full days ahead. "So should you," I replied.

"I'm not the one going out there," she said.

"I'll be fine."

"Well, at least rest for an hour, then go."

"I can't," I said. "There's no way I can sleep right now."

She wiped the back of her sleeve down her face, her breath fogging in the cold. We watched Felicity trudging towards the main building, heading off to rest. Or maybe she was giving me and Rachel time alone. I got the feeling that Rachel had something she wanted to say to me.

"Rach?"

She looked at me, her eyes wet.

"What's up?"

"Jesse ... you know it wasn't your fault, right?"

"What wasn't?"

"What happened to Caleb."

"Yeah?" I said, crossing my arms around my chest.

"Well, I brought us all together, didn't I?"

"Jesse—"

"I coaxed him into finding out what had happened to his friend, his parents, so I have a right to feel just a little bit responsible."

"Everything—everything you've been doing these past few days has been for us, for our survival."

I'd tried to do the right thing. I'd spent so long denying the reality of events myself I could recognize the same behavior in Caleb. You need to feel it, I told him, remembering that I'd forced him to visit his parents' place. He hadn't been able to express the horrors of what he'd found but it was pretty clear he'd seen more than he needed to. It had reminded him just how much he'd lost—he lost everything; he'd lost it all.

Then I remembered.

"He—he ran to help that fallen soldier last night," I said. "He ran into harm's way, to help a stranger. I—I might have run away from the danger."

"What are you getting at?"

"He ran to help. I didn't. I didn't know what to do. All I did was run. So when Caleb needed me—when he really needed me—I failed him."

"But there's nothing you could have done to prevent it."

Her words hung in the air for a moment and my breath steamed in front of my face as I studied the newly disturbed dark earth and deep snow in front of us.

"You weren't there, Rach."

"It was beyond your control," she said.

"You didn't see that blank look in his eyes. You didn't see him feeding on that dead soldier—drinking him, like some kind of wild animal."

"But I know how you feel." She looked at me hard. "Just like what happened to my leopards here; taken from me. Could I have stopped it if I were out here that night? No. They would have killed me too."

"Caleb was protecting me, Rach. Don't you see?" I walked around the enclosure. "It could have been me—it should have been me, if any of us. I'm the one who's been itching to trek out of this damned city. I'm the one always pushing—"

"Jesse—"

"I can't let it go. I can't just forget him, lose hope for him—it's as important to me as ..."

"As?"

I leaned on a fallen tree that was scarred by big scratch marks from the leopards, and breathed through rising nausea. Rachel put an arm around my shoulder and said softly, "We're going to get through all this. All of us—Caleb too."

I nodded; I wanted to believe.

"He did what you'd do and what we'd do in the situation."

I fought back tears. "You don't know that."

"Of course I do."

She stood close to me, her body warm against mine.

"Thanks," I said. I was glad that she saw it that way. I stood and she hugged me and we walked out towards the central pool.

I paused by the gates to the zoo, and adjusted the straps of my backpack. The weight of the loaded pistol in my coat pocket no longer gave me peace of mind or felt like a burden; it was just there, another appendage in this new world.

"Look, Jesse ..." She looked sadder in that moment than at any time I'd known her. "I've known for eighteen days that I'd have to walk away from here at some point, leaving them to fend for themselves."

"So that means—"

She looked from the caged animals to me.

"It means, yes, I'm ready."

I smiled.

"Go find that group of survivors down at Chelsea Piers," she said. "Find them, see if they're willing to try getting out of this nightmare, with us."

I could see Felicity standing at the bedroom window, upstairs in the zoo's big old brick building, watching us down here.

"And what if Caleb was wrong about them?" I said. "Or—or what if they're not there?"

"Then we try doing this on our own." Rachel unlocked the gate, I went out and she locked it after me. She smiled, the bars between us. "They'll be there, just as Caleb said; he was a good guy."

"He still is."

I turned and left my friends behind. Rachel yelled out, "Be careful!"

I headed out alone. Me and these streets. Eighteen days since the attack, eighteen days of avoiding death at the hands of the infected. I walked through the park. Rocks shifted in rubble underfoot and rats scurried from a dead body. How I hated this place.

CHAPTER 2

Today had started out freezing and damp, and now a wall of wet snowdrift blew hard against me in a headwind. I headed southeast, under the heavy, gray February sky, with the wind blowing around me and frozen rain falling. I'd learned to feel this weather now. When heavy snow rolls in, darkness comes early, time gets lost. In the streets it was easy to be lulled into a false sense of security, deaf and blind to what might lurk in the silence and shadows. How would this day end? Would it be any different from the others?


To catch my breath, I took shelter in an alcove, not that different from one in which I'd sheltered from similar weather, with a girl. We'd kissed. Anna. My first kiss, right here in this city, from a girl I would never see again, sharing an act full of heat and stomach-turning butterflies I might never know again. She'd tasted of strawberries. I smiled at that memory, licked my cracked lips. I could almost taste it.

Like so many, Anna never got to go home. She was one of the first to be taken in this attack. At least it was quick. I had no idea if she was religious or not, but I hoped there was someplace for her to go, someplace warm and sunny ... The best I could offer was to remember her and others when I got home to Australia. When I got back. It seemed an impossible distance to travel.

The sun peeked out from behind the heavy winter clouds and illuminated the road that stretched out before me. Near the Hudson River I turned south, following streets I'd not walked before near the western edge of Manhattan. I liked the new sights here—desolate, sure, but this was an exploration of the unknown I felt I could handle. It was as if there was someone contriving to send me there, calling me onwards to the south.

After two blocks of weaving through smashed cars and downed buildings the road became impassable. Even so, this morning I felt driven. I trekked these streets with purpose. This wasn't some false hope, some blind excursion: I was looking for a group of survivors, even though the only evidence of their existence was what Caleb had told me.

If the group he'd told me about was still at Chelsea Piers, then I was relying on my ability to persuade them to leave. I hoped. I'd seen more of human nature in these past two weeks than I had in all my sixteen years; the best of it, and the worst. Was I crazy to expect anything of anyone, that as survivors we shared a common goal? It was my job to convince them, right? I'd persuade them it was safer to leave the city, that we had to get out. I'd take them via the zoo to get Rachel and Felicity and we could head north.

Then I saw something new. At the crossroads before me were three bodies, slumped on the packed snow, but not covered by it. They were fresh: there were traces of color in their cheeks and the blood on their flesh was thin and red, not black and congealed. Anyone could have seen they were not Chasers, and I didn't think they were the Chasers' victims—the work was too clean.

I'd known there must have been people who'd survived the attack. I just hadn't seen them. In true New Yorker fashion, perhaps they'd taken the advice given after 9/11 and barricaded themselves inside. Doors sealed up, windows shuttered, cupboards stocked with all kinds of long-life food. Shelter in place. That was my theory, anyway. But could anyone live that way for long? Maybe here was the answer. These people had had enough: they'd had to break free, to escape, to look for people like me, a way out. Only they hadn't made it. Had anyone noticed they were missing—and would they be missed now that they were ... gone?

I tried not to think of this unknown. In fact, I sped up, as if there were people expecting me, waiting anxiously for my safe arrival.

But I didn't get far. Moments later, I stopped cold. A noise, feet crunching against snow; fast, like many pairs involved in a chase. I listened and looked—nothing. Sound carried by the wind? Shifting rubble cascading nearby? This deserted city was trying to spook me—

No. My fears were real.

Chasers.


I hid in an overturned school bus. Both the front windshield and rear window were in place but there was a black jagged hole of torn steel where the door had been. Dark, deep snow banked up against the side windows, which were almost at ground level.

There was a tear across the palm of my glove, and I knew I'd cut my hand badly—hands that had already taken such a battering. I couldn't see the wound but through my clenched fist I felt the warm, sticky blood. I was scared to breathe, my every motion loud and amplified in here. Through the grimy windshield I watched their feet shuffle as they passed.

The wind, blowing hard from the south, might keep the horizon's heavy storm away—maybe it would even skip Manhattan altogether. When it looked safe, I dropped down from the bus to the road and tore up a spare T-shirt to use as a bandage. I should have packed a medical kit. I tightened the straps of my backpack and continued south.

At the next intersection the breeze whipped past the corner building and carried with it smoke, the smell of burning gasoline and plastics. I covered my nose and mouth with the front of my sweatshirt, and ran across the intersection and down the next two blocks, before I cracked and took in heaving lungfuls of air. It tasted cold and sharp and clear, dizzying. Gotta keep moving. Gotta get there, get off these streets.

The unknown was getting to me. The familiar parts of Midtown in which I felt so safe now seemed so distant. Sure, I was headed towards something that stirred hope in my gut, but getting there ...

At each intersection I stopped to check that the coast was clear before crossing the open terrain. I always stayed a few paces away from the dark facades of the storefronts, in case a Chaser jumped out and surprised me. I made sure my footing was on firm ground.

Gunfire crackled from the east. A few single shots, then a continuous burst of machine-gun fire. I recognized it immediately, even though before I arrived in New York I wouldn't have known the difference between the sound of an assault rifle and a pistol. I had never held a weapon, couldn't imagine depending on one for my basic protection. But now the need to survive had made me an expert. An image of last night flashed in my mind's eye: the soldiers at their truck, shooting at the Chasers, the aircraft coming in on an attack run ...

The gunfire petered out and my awareness of the present returned. Keep moving.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from QUARANTINE by JAMES PHELAN. Copyright © 2011 James Phelan. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
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  • Posted April 12, 2014

    New York is no longer standing.  An explosion took out the city

    New York is no longer standing.  An explosion took out the city rather easily.  Now, Jesse is trying to live life as normally as he can.  It's made more difficult by people infected with virus that makes them into killing machines.  There are so many obstacles to overcome before any healing can begin. Sixteen year old Jesse is in the middle of it all.




         Phenomenal writing and characters you can relate to, make this book one your YA fan needs in their library.  Twists and turns keep you guessing what will come to pass as Jesse tries to help those he can.   The best thing is, this book gives us hope. It doesn't condemn us to death.




         I found no issues with this one.
     ~Copy of book provided by author in exchange for a fair review~ 







         I gave this one 5 cheers out of 5 because I really enjoyed it and would love to see a movie made. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2014

    Contagious: Prolouge

    It was the flame of hope that sparked inside us all that put us together. How we were drawn to each other. But we were all from different dimensions and they all knew that mine needed saving. Here's a story. <p>
    I was laying on a bed in my room and woke up to sunlight. But it wasn't sunlight. I was in a sterile white room, with lights so flawlessly white I couldn't tell them apart from the ceiling. A man wearing a labcoat is kneeling by the bed. "Oh, good, you're awake. The microchip will kick in soon." What microchip? Where am I? I am about to scream that in the doctor's face when I notice the bangle on my wrist. Solid gold, with too many things incorporated into it to count. A six-pointed star with different colored jewels in the center and on the points. A blue hexagon with a pegasus on it. A symbol that writhes when you look at it. A sillhouette of a cat-like face. A bronze dagger. A cat's sillhouette with waves on it. All these are on my bracelet. But in the middle is a pearl bird with silver wings. I looked at the sight for so long a chemical comes through the tubes on my wrist, knocking me out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2013

    The others were amazerful

    I finally get y there were no quotes in the first book... because he wasnt talkung to anybody this book is probably amazing havent read it yet :)

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  • Posted September 24, 2013

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    Book Info 
    ebook, 256 pages
    Expected publication: September 24th 2013 by Kensington Books (first published October 11th 2011)
    ISBN 0758280718 (ISBN13: 9780758280718)
    edition language English
    series Alone #3
    Source:Netgalley EARC




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    BOOK SYNOPSIS








    In a dangerous, devastated New York, one 16-year-old Australian boy finds himself alone…




    It's now or maybe never sixteen year old Jesse has spent eighteen days in post-apocalyse New York, waiting for help that never comes. He owes it to his new friends, Rachel and Felicity, to go beyond their temporary refuge to find other survivors who may hold the key to escape. Could the collective at Chelsea Piers have the answers or prove to be just another distraction in his quest? Meanwhile, Jesse is burdened with guilt and sadness at the fate of his other friend, Caleb, who has fallen prey to the virus and become a Chaser. So when it emerges that a cure-all serum may be available, Jesse determines to secure it to save his friend. At any cost perhaps even his own future.




    My Thoughts








    Not having read book 1 Chasers-Alone #1 my grasp of the back story from it and book 2 Survivor-Alone #2 had to be provided when the author gave us snippets of information over what took place in the time period before this final book in the series.




    Some of the information was a bit sketchy but enough to make it plain that upon arriving from Australia Jesse and a small group of other teens survived an accident in the subway and for a time they were the only people Jesse had contact with in New York City. The day came however where at some point Jesse was the only one of the group still alive at which point he vowed to keep their memory in his heart and mind so he could try and get past the guilt he feels at their deaths.




    Jesse has found himself in the position to finally leave NYC with a large group and then the military shows up and things once again come to a standstill as they round up the groups of survivors scattered all over the city and put them into mass Quarantine until such time as they are considered virus free. What happens next is full of more fast paced action as this part of the story is over almost as soon as it starts leading into a finale that left me proud of Jesse and yet still unsure of he and the rest of the survivors future.




    My feelings were in turmoil when came to the end of this book, there is still so much that was glossed over about the origins of the &quot;virus&quot; that turned so many people into &quot;nightmare&quot; versions of themselves, there is a lot of conflict in my mind over Jesse's final outcome as I was not happy to see how his journey ended but at the same time very happy that he had actually survived his almost month long experience in New York City.




    Quarantine as the final book in the Alone&gt; series could actually lead the way to novellas used to answer some of the loose ends that are left, however even if the author never revisits this world it ended in a way that will probably satisfy most people.




    On a side note I personally feel no need to read the first two books in the series, partly because some of the things that happened were already alluded to in this one and am not wanting to put myself through the emotional torment know that it will cause me and also because in my mind the author gave enough of the back story to skip books 1&amp;2 and not really feel the loss of what happened in them. 




    [EArc from Netgalley in exchange for honest review]

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  • Posted September 24, 2013

    I seem to be on a roll lately for reading books I didn't realize

    I seem to be on a roll lately for reading books I didn't realize were part of a series. I thought I had the basic gist of the first two books - Jesse was visiting New York from Australia when the virus hit and lost some friends along the way - no problem keeping up with that. As I got into the book, I realized I didn't understand the different degrees of viruses (some Chasers were passive, others more aggressive) or the prior relationship between Jesse and Caleb, things I assume the two other books in the series could explain. And then I got to the epilogue and was completely thrown for a loop - I'm still not sure exactly what happened, but it seemed like it was supposed to be a shocker.

    The group dynamics at Chelsea Piers were thought-provoking as far as how people react in the aftermath of a disaster, what they believe in, and if they choose to take a course of action or wait for rescue. However, I felt the &quot;insta-love&quot; of Paige for Jesse was implausible - she was ready to make life-altering choices for him after only knowing him a couple of days for seemingly no reason.

    The pacing held my attention, the book was well-written, and there was a lot of action, but I still felt like some pieces of the puzzle were missing and questions left unanswered as to the military involvement. Jesse was an admirable protagonist - likeable, determined, fearless, and seemed to have his heart in the right place. Although I enjoyed reading this book, I'd still recommend starting at the beginning of the series.

    I received a digital ARC of this book from the publisher through NetGalley.

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