Terminal

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From award-winning author Brian Keene comes a darkly suspenseful tale of crime and the common man–with a surprising jolt of the supernatural…

Tommy O’Brien once hoped to leave his run-down industrial hometown. But marriage and fatherhood have kept him running in place, working a job that doesn’t even pay the bills. And now he seems fated to stay for the rest of his life. Tommy’s just learned he’s going to die young–and soon. But he refuses to ...

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Overview

From award-winning author Brian Keene comes a darkly suspenseful tale of crime and the common man–with a surprising jolt of the supernatural…

Tommy O’Brien once hoped to leave his run-down industrial hometown. But marriage and fatherhood have kept him running in place, working a job that doesn’t even pay the bills. And now he seems fated to stay for the rest of his life. Tommy’s just learned he’s going to die young–and soon. But he refuses to leave his family with less than nothing–especially now that he has nothing to lose.

Over a couple of beers with his best friends, John and Sherm, Tommy launches a bold scheme to provide for his family’s future. And though his plan will spin shockingly out of control, it will throw him together with a child whose touch can heal–and whose ultimate lesson is that there are far worse things than dying.

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“A powerful, unique novel with a fascinating plot and characters, and echoes of Stephen King's working-class voice."
–Ed Gorman
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553587388
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/31/2005
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 640,542
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.90 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

BRIAN KEENE is the Bram Stoker Award-winning author of The Rising, Fear of Gravity, the forthcoming City of the Dead, among other titles. He is also the fiction editor of Horrorfind.com and the popular Best of Horrorfind anthology series. Suspect was last spotted on the border of Pennsylvania, Maryland, and insanity. He has a criminal record but has never robbed a bank--that we know of. Suspect is considered armed and dangerous. Approach with caution. Report all sightings to www.briankeene.com
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ONE

Life's a bitch, then you die. That's my philosophy in a nutshell, and it was reinforced that morning.

"Mr. O'Brien, perhaps you'd better sit down."

That didn't sound good. Neither did the fact that we were doing this in his office, instead of the examination room.

I shrugged. "It's okay. I can stand."

A fancy degree in an expensive-looking frame hung on the wall. I focused on it, wondering how much it cost him to go to medical school. How much money did he make? I bet it was more than I made working at the foundry.

He cleared his throat, glanced down at the desk, and looked back up at me.

"Mr. O'Brien--"

Here it comes. My cholesterol is too high. I need to quit smoking and drinking and eating rare steaks and baked potatoes with a shitload of butter and sour cream or I'll be dead before I'm thirty.

"--you have cancer."

I said nothing. I couldn't say anything, even if I'd known what to say. There was a big lump in my throat, and it grew as he continued. My ears felt hot and began to ring. Something moved around deep down inside my stomach, a sloshing that made me queasy and afraid at the same time. The doctor seemed to shrink and swell in front of my eyes, and his voice echoed around the office. Everything started to spin and my head grew light, like I'd stood up too quick or something.

"I've conferred with several associates of mine, all of who specialize in this. The diagnosis is certain. The cancer is spreading throughout your throat, particularly the esophagus, as well as your jaw, chest, and lungs. It's gotten into your lymph nodes. Those are the lumps beneath your armpits. Worse, the disease is spreading at an alarming rate. It's what we term Grade Four--extremely serious and very, very aggressive."

I stared at him, then decided to sit down after all. If I hadn't, I think I would have collapsed. My legs felt like spaghetti. Outside, I heard the clackety-clack-clack as the receptionist banged away on her keyboard. The keys seemed very loud in the silence.

"Cancer. Well shit."

"Yes."

"That ain't good."

"No."

He folded his hands, sighed, and waited for me to speak.

I was having trouble doing that. Fear kicked in, thrumming in my gut like a subwoofer.

"So--am I going to have to get one of those holes in my neck? You know, those tracheotomy things? A voice box like that guy Ned on South Park?"

"Mr. O'Brien. Tommy. I know this is a shock, but I need to make sure that you understand."
He removed his glasses, rubbed his forehead, and sighed again. Then he put the glasses back on, folded his hands neatly on the desk, and looked at me. I knew that look. It was a look that said I'm not fucking around here.

"Your cancer is at a very advanced stage. At this point, chemotherapy and treatment on the throat lesions would be ineffective, as would removal of the tumors and steroid therapy. Truthfully, I'd be hesitant even to do an exploratory on the growths at this point. As I said, a Grade Four tumor is very aggressive, and you have multiples. Literally dozens, in fact. To be honest, I've never seen so many in a patient before. I'm afraid the outlook is terminal. I am truly, truly sorry, Tommy. You have my deepest regrets. Had we caught it earlier--" He shrugged and found something to look at on his blotter.

"Shit," I said again. "Terminal. Huh." It felt like somebody had hit me in the stomach.

After a few moments, the doctor stirred.

"I don't understand, Tommy. Why didn't you come in earlier, at the first sign?"

"I don't have any health insurance, Doc. The foundry keeps us below thirty-five hours a week so they don't have to pay for it. State law, you know? And my wife only works part-time at the Minit-Mart over on Eisenhower and Carlisle Street. She doesn't have any insurance either."

The doctor nodded and fell silent again.

"Can't you cut them out? The tumors?"

"It would be futile, Tommy. The success rate is very low and the surgery is quite invasive. The cancer has spread rather quickly, expanding into the rest of your body. Your esophagus is--not good. The tumors in your jaw have sent tendrils into your brain, like roots, if that helps you to understand it better. That's where the headaches are coming from. Several of the growths have fused with your spine. There is simply no way that we could remove them all, and even if we did, you'd be horribly disfigured. We would literally have to remove your jaw and your nose. There are prosthetics for that, of course, but they are very costly." He stared back down at the blotter, fiddling with a pen.

There was more, but I didn't hear it. The doctor showed me pamphlets that I pretended to understand. Even though he already knew the answers, he asked again if I smoked (I did), drank (only a few days during the week, Friday night after work, and on the weekends), used drugs (once in a while, but only weed), worked near radiation (nope, just foundry dirt and molten iron), family history (my mother had breast cancer), or had a father who was exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam (my father was in 'Nam but came back as an alcoholic). He nodded as I confirmed each one.
The doctor offered me some medication to make the nausea and pain easier, wrote a prescription for something (but I wasn't paying attention and didn't really understand what it was for), and asked me to come back in a couple days so we could discuss arrangements.

"What kind of arrangements? What's there to discuss?"

He explained the difference between a hospital stay and a hospice, and told me that I'd have to make some tough decisions. He'd be there to help me with them.

"Is that appointment going to cost money? 'Cause I don't get paid again for another two weeks."

"Well"--he seemed taken aback--"I'm sure we can arrange something, Mr. O'Brien."

I was Mr. O'Brien again, soon as he saw that he wasn't getting thirty bucks right away for another office visit.

"I know all about the difference between hospitals and hospices, Doc. Hospitals just fuck you in the ass. Hospices try to make you comfortable first, then they fuck you in the ass."

"Mr. O'Brien--"

"Just tell me how long."

"Tommy--"

"How long, goddamn it?"

Outside, the receptionist stopped typing. The office was very quiet, so quiet I could hear my heart beat, pounding like a bass line in my favorite Snoop Dog song.

"Well, it's hard to be certain of course, Mr. O'Brien, but I'd say you have approximately one month to live. Certainly no longer than three."

That was it. He showed me to the door.

Outside, the sun was shining, and it felt good on my face. I could smell the honeysuckle growing alongside the building. A bird hopped across the parking lot in front of me. Several more chirped and sang to each other in the trees. A gnat, the first one I'd seen this spring, buzzed my ear. I resisted the urge to squash him, letting him live instead, so that he could fly away and bother someone else.

Winter had come and gone, and now it was spring. The season of renewal. That magical time of year when Mother Nature takes her clothes off, puts on a thong bikini, and shouts: "Let's party!"

Everything was coming to life while I was dying.

I was terminal.

That was when my knees gave out, and everything got dark.

I don't know how long I lay there. A minute maybe, but it seemed like more. Nobody noticed, so it couldn't have been that long. I skinned my hand on the pavement, and wiped the blood on my baggy jeans.

The truck didn't want to start right away. It coughed, the same way I'd been doing. I ended up having to pop the hood and hit the starter with a hammer. Then it turned over. The power button on my stereo was broken, so I'd wedged a toothpick in and taped it in place to keep the power on. As the engine sputtered and choked, the radio came on. Howard Stern was interviewing a midget. I thought about all the guys I'd heard call in to the Stern show over the years, dying of cancer and wanting him to fulfill their last wishes--usually to get laid by a porno star.

My wish was that this would all be a dream. It couldn't have been real, could it? Maybe the doctor was wrong.

My hands started to shake, and everything began to spin again. Howard's voice grew muffled, like it was coming down a long tunnel. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, waiting for it to pass.

I didn't feel much like laughing, so I turned off Howard and put in Eminem's The Eminem Show instead. The thudding bass made my headache worse. Eminem was rapping about dying tomorrow and wondering if the people left behind would feel love and show sorrow or if it would even matter.

I turned the stereo off and drove in silence.

There was no way I was going back to work, but I couldn't go home yet either. My hands just wouldn't stop shaking. I stopped at a gas station, bought a pack of cigarettes, and lit one up. I inhaled, savoring the smoke. The nicotine rushed through my veins and everything was okay after that. My hands quit shaking. The headache became dull. I was awake and alert. I felt alive.

Alive. For the time being, at least.

That was how it all started. Everything that came after--John and Sherm, Murphy's Place, the plan, Wallace and his crew, the robbery, the standoff, the fucking bloodbath--all of it started with that trip to the doctor. I hadn't even wanted to go. Michelle made me when the headaches got really bad. Maybe if I hadn't gone, none of this would have ever happened.

But it did. All of it; the bank, the hostages, Sheila and Benjy.

Especially Benjy. Especially him . . .

That was how it started.

Let me have another cigarette, and I'll tell you what happened next.

TWO

Like I said, I couldn't go back to work at the foundry, but I couldn't go home yet either. Michelle got off from the Minit-Mart at two, and by then, she'd have picked T. J. up at day care. They'd be waiting for me, and Michelle would have questions. Questions I wasn't sure how I'd answer.

Instead of going back to our crib, I drove around town on autopilot--just aimlessly cruising the streets and back roads and alleys. I'd grown up here, lived here, and the way things looked, was going to die here, and I knew those roads forward and backward.

After a while, I experimented with the radio again. Pink was getting the party started. I turned it back off. Radio sucks these days, with the exception of Howard Stern. Pretty soon, I guess he'll be gone too, and then I don't know what the fuck people will listen to. I popped in Dr. Dre's The Chronic instead. Perfect background music. I kept the volume low and turned the bass down so it wouldn't make my head hurt more.

Eventually, I rolled by the trailer park where I grew up. The old trailer that I'd lived in with my parents was in pretty bad shape. The landlord was renting it to a group of migrant workers up from Mexico for the summer to pick apples at the orchard in Fawn Grove. There must have been twenty of them living there, and I couldn't imagine how they all fit under that roof. It had been crowded when it was just the three of us, before Dad left.

I was born Thomas William O'Brien, but everybody called me Tommy. Everybody except for my old man, who didn't call me much of anything, and my mom, who called me "asshole," "little cock-sucker," and "shit-for-brains." I was white trash from white trash, and I admit it. Around here, you've got no choice. Everybody in this town is trash, and everyone is poor. The only difference is the color of their skin, what they drive, and whether they listen to metal, rap, or country music. If you live out in the suburbs, you've got a chance, but here in town it's always the same story.

Hanover used to be a pretty happening place. But when the jobs started disappearing, it changed. First we lost the cigar factory, then the box plant, and even the recycling center. The shoe factory moved to Mexico and the paper mill relocated to North Carolina. Then the mall shut down after the big chain stores pulled out. Eventually, we were left with the foundry and not much else. If you were good at bending a wrench, you could get a job at one of the garages or dealerships. If you wanted to be a telemarketer, there were still a handful of those jobs available. But most people either had to commute out of town or stay here and work in the foundry or some other meaningless minimum-wage gig. Even commuting didn't offer much hope these days. It seemed like the rest of the country was starting to get hit hard as well.

The town used to be alive. Now industrial ghosts haunted every street and corner. The skeletons of dead factories rusted where they stood, providing shelter for the homeless and the rats. The abandoned buildings were depressing and stank of hopelessness and despair.

They reminded me of my father. He'd stunk of the same things.

My old man was a horrible father. A drunk. He worked night shift at the foundry, then hit the bars that catered to third-shift drunks like him. He'd drink every morning from six till about noon, then he'd come home and smack my mom and me around until he went to sleep. Then he'd get back up and start the whole routine over again. I hated the bastard. My earliest memory is of me biting his leg to get his attention, and him kicking me across the kitchen floor. That pretty much set the tone for our relationship.

He died when I was seven. Skipped town with a waitress from the VFW, and two days later their car was hit by a train down in Westminster. Killed them both instantly. I remember thinking that something was wrong with me because I didn't feel sad. There was no crying, and the people on Mom's soap operas always cried when someone died. But I didn't cry for him, not then and not since.

Mom didn't work, so we lived on WIC stamps, government cheese (which makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches in the world) and the paychecks from her string of boyfriends. She dated truckers, mostly. Some of them were assholes. Some weren't. I liked one guy in particular; we called him Swampy Pete because he was from Mississippi. He used to bring me comic books back from his long hauls across the country, and he taught me how to play baseball and how to fish. I was pissed off when Mom dumped him for a cement truck driver with no front teeth. I didn't speak to her for a week, and to get back at her, I busted out our picture window with a baseball bat. She beat my ass for that one.

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  • Posted April 3, 2011

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    Soemthing A Bit Different For Keene

    "Terminal" is not your typical Brian Keene novel. It is however, typical Brian Keene, simply brilliant! "Terminal" is the type of story that keeps morphing into something different. From the outset the set up grabs you and demands that you turn the page. It's been awhile since I've been forced to turn the pages like this.

    The story is simple. The prose is real and raw. The words clearly flow from the proverbial pen of Keene. The story keeps twisting. Evertime you think you know where it's going it turns. Every turn keeps pulling you along. It's not epic in scope but there is still time to feel a bond with all the characters.

    What most sets "Terminal" apart from Keene's other work is that it much more rooted in reality then anything else. The supernatural/horror element is not over-the-top splattter punk but something more akin to a Stephen King novel. It could be suggested this story pays homage to Keene's influence from King. Despite it's departure from Keene's usual style it still is signature Keene.

    If you've read Keene before this book is a nice departure that still enjoyable. If you've never been exposed to Keene before this book would be an exellent place to start. Just read it!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2008

    Be prepared!

    Well I'm not much of a reader, but this is the 4th Brian Keene book I've read and I really enjoyed it, as I did his other's. There came a point in this book where I was actually feeling some physical effects due to the anxiety the book was creating, it almost made me want to put the book down and rest a minute, but I couldn't!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2012

    A little bit different for keene

    Who is mostly known for his zombie trilogy but still good. Basicaly a bank heist gone wrong with touches of the supernatural thrown in for extra seasoning this book will keep your attention from beginning to end

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2011

    Disappointing ending

    Good but depressing read with even worse ending. Would only read again if free. Depressing not scary.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2008

    Life is filled with the unexpected....

    You have grown up hating the town you live in and want to get out as soon possible. Yet as with a lot of people¿s dreams, some just don't come true. Life happens or so it does for Tommy O¿Brien, Keene¿s main character. O¿Brien is living the life most folks fall into, marriage, children and the usual 40 hour grind. As if life isn¿t hard on it¿s on merit, O¿Brien is faced with several life changing events one so devastating it leaves him literally on the edge of death. He¿s not only lost his job at the factory but he¿s found out he has terminal cancer. He¿s scared and he¿s alone in his disease because the last thing he wanted was his wife to worry. What was he going to do? Overwhelmed by the events that happen in his life O¿Brien turns to his friends after all he can¿t keep it bottled up inside him because he knows if he does his wife and their son will be left with absolutely nothing. Sitting in the car with his best friends, John and Sherm, they devise a plan that hopefully will help him care for his family in his departure from this earth. The plan has to be carried out quickly though, because time is something O¿Brien doesn't have the luxury of. Brian Keene's ¿Terminal¿, is truly a page turner. I really enjoyed this book. Do you want to know what happens to O¿Brien and his family? How are John and Sherm going to help their buddy in his time of need? I seriously suggest you read the book and find out! You will not be disappointed Keene's spun an unforeseen heartwarming tale woven with love, friendship and a touch of the super natural. 4 Stars - Reviewed by Michael S. Timlin, Authors on the Rise Book Reviews

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2006

    Chilling Choices

    Terminal is all about choices, and how we deal with what life hands us. Of course, no Brian Keene novel is ever simple or two-dimensional. As always, his characterization, plot pace, and imagery are extraordinary. Centered on a 25 year old who finds out he has around one month to live since he has terminal cancer. He is going to leave a wife and child behind in desperate poverty, which he finds unconscionable. The choices he makes thereafter lead him and every one around him down a blood soaked horrific slide into hell. Add into that a good dose of comic book references (one of the things I like best about Keene), and icon imagery, and you have the stage for a truly magnificent novel. Keene¿s strong suit is his characters. They come alive in your mind, more so than many modern authors are capable of rendering. Keene has the uncanny talent of offering you enough detail of a character¿s background without over indulging in the exercise. You find yourself caring about everyone, which makes the end of the book that much more gripping. Really, the only downside I find in this novel and Keene¿s other work is it¿s nearly impossible to put down. So plan ahead and start it on a weekend when you won¿t have to walk away from this truly magnificent work of suspense fiction. Highest Recommendations!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2005

    A Classic Alongside Ketchum's THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

    In the 90's, a then-young novelist named Jack Ketchum released a book called The Girl Next Door. It was a disturbing, ground-breaking, sleeper hit that has impacted the genre ever since. Brian Keene's Terminal is the same type of book. Perhaps a Generation X answer to The Girl Next Door? It has the same emotional impact, and will have an effect on the genre for years to come.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2005

    One word. Unbelieveable.

    In all the books I have read, none has made me laugh out loud and also bring tears to my eyes. I'm not much of a softy either. I found myself sweating in suspense and anticipation as the book continued. I cant fully describe in words how great this book is. Keene makes you feel so deep for the main character and his situation its almost surreal. Five stars isn't enough.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2005

    A gripping and powerful story

    I picked Terminal up because I loved The Rising, and City of the Dead. I love Brian's writing style. It is fast, and to the point. He doesn't drag scenes out. He makes you understand whats happening without boring you. Terminal was no exception. It moved fast, and never bogged down. I found myself tearing through it. The story was completely original, and the characters were well developed. Every character in this story came alive to me. I didn't find one that was wooden. Tommy and Benjy had to be my personal favorites. I fell in love with them. They seemed so real, and honest. Terminal will stay with me for a long time. It was haunting and sincere. You will find yourself wondering what you would do if you were put Tommy's shoes. I highly recommend Terminal. It is one of the best stories I have read in a long time. I can promise you that if you pick it up you will love it. I wish I could give it Ten Stars.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2005

    AWSOME

    Quite a turn from previous Keene books, but awesome just the same. A true page turner I was through it in two days.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    keen thriller

    Like many living in Hanover, an industrial ghost town, ailing Tommy O¿Brien has no health insurance so he delays visiting the doctor until his wife Michelle insists that he goes following two weeks of intense headaches and a major weight loss. The doctor informs Tommy that he suffers grade four-cancer so serious and aggressive that there is no treatment and he will die in one to three months. Stunned and worried about the welfare of his wife and their son T.J. after he goes, Tommy and his two best friends Sherm and John discuss robbing a bank while drinking beer at Murphy¿s Place. --- The bank robbery goes wrong, but the three thieves have hostages. One oft he prisoners, the boy Benjy, apparently has mystical healing powers and miraculously Tommy is cured and his crony shot in the stomach recovers immediately. However, Tommy and his pals will soon learn the extent of Benjy¿s healing even as they are arrested.--- TERMINAL is an exciting suspense thriller starring a ¿condemned¿ man whose philosophy is ¿life¿s a bit*h and then you die¿. The story line is action-packed, but contains an intriguing paranormal twist that takes a fabulous final Twilight Zone spin. Readers will agree that money can buy you health as those without put off until it is too late. This is a keen tale that the audience will appreciate.--- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2005

    TERMINAL is the most honest thriller to date.

    TERMINAL by Brian Keene is an intense ride that defies expectations. From the guy who wrote 2 zombie novels, this is the best thing Keene has written to date..period. Just a heart-breaking story of one man's desire to leave something...anything for his family after being diagnosed with terminal cancer. Brilliant.

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