The Remaining (Remaining Series #1)

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The first volume in D.J. Molles's bestselling series, now in a special edition with the bonus novella The Remaining: Faith.

In a steel-and-lead encased bunker a Special Forces soldier waits on his final orders.

On the surface a bacterium has turned 90% of the population ...

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Overview

The first volume in D.J. Molles's bestselling series, now in a special edition with the bonus novella The Remaining: Faith.

In a steel-and-lead encased bunker a Special Forces soldier waits on his final orders.

On the surface a bacterium has turned 90% of the population into hyper-aggressive predators.

Now Captain Lee Harden must leave the bunker and venture into the wasteland to rekindle a shattered America.

This is the first novel D.J. Molles's bestselling series:

Book 1: The Remaining
Book 2: The Remaining: Aftermath
Book 3: The Remaining: Refugees
Book 4: The Remaining: Fractured

Novella 1: The Remaining: Trust
Novella 2: The Remaining: Faith

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
03/24/2014
Anxiety and building desperation fuel this debut zombie thriller, the first in a series that already has a significant online fan base. Army Capt. Lee Harden is alone in an underground bunker, preparing to return to a world where the FURY virus has turned most of the population into homicidal cannibals. Sharply targeted sentences depict an acutely human action hero who wrestles his anxiety by packing and unpacking his gear, trying to find online porn in a post-Internet world, and playing with his dog. Amply trained and armed, Lee is nonetheless a nauseated shaking mess as he emerges with little understanding of what he’s up against. With a handful of survivors, he embarks on a sweaty, frantic, bloody scramble across the surreally placid North Carolina countryside. Though this first installment is less a story than an establishment of scene and players, Molles’s precise construction gives readers ample reason to return, as does the agonizing companion novella, which provides an unnerving view of what occurred while Lee was waiting to begin his mission. (May)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316404150
  • Publisher: Orbit
  • Publication date: 5/27/2014
  • Series: Remaining Series, #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 48,992
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

D.J. Molles has two published short stories, "Darkness" and "Survive," which won a short fiction contest through Writer's Digest. The Remaining series (The Remaining, The Remaining: Aftermath, The Remaining: Refugees and The Remaining: Fractured) are his first novels and have been met with overwhelming success. He lives in the southeast with his wife and daughter.

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The Remaining


By D.J. Molles

Orbit

Copyright © 2014 D.J. Molles
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-40415-0


CHAPTER 1

The Hole


Lee Harden stood in the center of a knockoff Persian rug. The soft polyester fibers felt like sandpaper on his bare feet. The seventy-two-degree temperature of the room felt hot one moment and too cold the next. His cotton T-shirt clung to his chest. The walls of the room were cloying and stale. Everything was frustrating. Monotonous. The sameness of his prison buzzed in his ears and drove him mad. His body begged him to break free.

His clammy left hand planted in the pocket of his jeans while his right bounced a tennis ball in front of him. To the side, his German shepherd, Tango, sat and regarded the bouncing ball with quiet intensity, his eyes following up and down with the even rhythm of a pendulum counting the endless seconds.

He closed his eyes and tasted brine in the back of his throat. Sand crunched between his teeth and lactic acid coursed through his legs and arms. His lungs clawed for air like someone buried alive. Words punched through the riptide of blood rushing past his ears: The only easy day was yesterday!

He opened his eyes and the salty sea and gritting sand fled from his mouth, but the words still hung before him, tangible now. Carved into wood. The "plaque" was big, about three feet long, and the words were hacked out, like a convict had gone to work with a penknife. Crude and simple. Like the sentiment it bore. Below the chunk of wood was a large steel door that looked like the entrance to a vault.

But it was Lee who was inside the vault.

The only easy day was yesterday.

He wondered how true those words were going to be.

Lee had spent the better part of the day in front of his computer, reading the same news bulletins that had been displayed for the past week. No one had updated the stories. Images of burning cities, overcrowded refugee camps, and violence on the scale of genocide remained untouched. No turnaround. No good news.

No cure.

He had spent most of the past hour lost in thought, gazing at a picture of a very young Honduran child standing in the middle of the street, wearing no shoes, dirty blue shorts, and a yellow shirt stained with blood. He held a half- empty water bottle, likely given to him by one of the humanitarian aid stations. The look on his face was that of someone recovering from a knockout punch: eyes open but not seeing.

Behind the boy and out of focus was a leg. No body to accompany it. It had been sheared off just above the knee and now lay in some dirty Honduran street. The caption under the picture read, Honduran boy outside Red Cross shelter. The picture was dated June 28.

It was now July 3.

Most articles on the news websites were dated June 28. One or two were dated June 29. The ones from the twenty-ninth were just blurbs. US military recalling all overseas troops back to the homeland. Martial law was in effect.

Frank had confirmed all of this yesterday, but despite the look on his face, he had reassured Lee that it would all be over soon. He even apologized for keeping Lee in The Hole for this long. Maybe another week at most. I'll send you a gift card to Ruth's Chris, he had said. Just hang in there.

Lee realized that he had inadvertently been tempting Tango with the bouncing ball and tossed it in the air. Tango let it bounce once, then snagged it in midair. He smiled and wagged his tail, looking deeply satisfied. Completely ignorant. But that was the beauty of a dog.

Pets were strongly advised as companions while in The Hole, a place where Lee had spent many days. Usually two or three weeks at a time. There had been occasions when national disaster was foretold but averted. Such as when Fukushima melted down after the earthquakes off the coast of Japan. The Washington Worrywarts said fallout could reach mainland USA and cause agricultural collapse, which would in turn collapse the stock market, the economy, and the government.

They kept him in The Hole for eighteen days.

A month after that, Korea created a little nuclear scare that rippled through the various offices in Washington but never reached the press, which always surprised Lee, since the people controlling him made it out to be the next Cuban Missile Crisis.

On that occasion, they kept him in The Hole for a week.

Not that The Hole was a bad place. It contained almost every creature comfort one could think of. It was a little over a thousand square feet, with a great kitchen, fully stocked bar, den with a big TV, a bedroom with a king-size bed, and a bathroom with a large Jacuzzi tub and a sauna next to the shower. It was stocked with a week of fresh food, three months of freeze-dried meals, and three months' worth of water. A battery bank, trickle charged from solar panels on the surface, could run every electronic in the place for nearly a year, and Lee kept it full of entertainment, from books and magazines to video games and movies.

Yes, Lee's bunker had everything. Except human interaction. And the freedom to leave. So far, the Washington Worrywarts had always been wrong. A few weeks after he locked himself in, Frank's face would appear on Lee Harden's computer screen, smiling and telling him to "come back to the land of the living." That was his signature it's-all-over phrase.

But Frank would also be on Lee's computer every day at 1200 hours to give Lee an update. Not once in all the days Lee had been restricted to his bunker had Frank been even a minute late to update Lee.

Frank had not appeared today.

Lee checked the digital clock on the wall above his computer.

18:34.

His stomach flip-flopped as he considered the possibilities. His mind took him to a place without controls or any central government. A place where a disease, or a virus, or some kind of plague had brought humanity back to the Stone Age. Complete collapse of civilization. People going crazy, murdering other people, looting and pillaging, warlords seizing control in power vacuums created by fractured governments.

This could be his reality in thirty days. Picturing it all, he felt sick. But anxious. He looked down at Tango, who sat clenching the tennis ball in his mouth and waiting for Lee to do something. The thought of the end of the world was like trying to swallow a mouthful of vinegar. His mind completely rejected it.

"Fuck it," he told Tango. "He'll call."

Before all the hell weeks—the pounding, cold surf; and the hot, muggy swamps; and the arid, craggy mountains—there was Primary Selection. Lee was approached, along with 237 other candidates, the proposition coming in the form of a letter, pre-typed and unsigned. It came on the heels of his parents' funerals, and he would later discover that he and many of the others had been chosen due to several factors, not the least of which was the fact that they had no family.

The letter gave no details, but instead spoke of an opportunity to be involved in a top-tier government initiative and some such nonsense about being elite. It provided a number and extension to call, and that was essentially it. When Lee asked his superiors about the weird letter he had received, they just stared blankly and shrugged, apparently not in the loop.

Of the 237 to receive letters, Lee was one of the 191 who called the number. A polite female voice on the other end scheduled a session for what she referred to as the Primary Selection process. Still, she gave no details of what the process would be about or what the government initiative was.

Of the 191 who showed up to their appointments, only 169 signed the waiver that explicitly stated that Primary Selection was a mental test only and would be conducted under the influence of some legally prescribed narcotics, closely supervised by a medical professional.

Lee could never remember the test. He remembered lying down, and the IV in his arm, and something odd flooding his system. Then there was a block of time, filled with snippets and pieces of something terrifying that never made sense to him, and which his conscious mind was unable to make sense of. Then he remembered waking up, heart still pounding.

Of the 169 who took the test, 60 had a conversation with the doctor afterward.

Lee was one of them.

The doctor was a skinny black man. Rather than a white lab coat, he wore cleanly pressed ACUs with no division markings and just a nametag that read COOK and single black bars on his collar. Dr. (or Lt.) Cook was of average height with close-cropped hair and a mouthful of large, incredibly straight teeth. He had a relaxed manner, and he seemed perpetually curious.

"Do you have any questions?" Dr. Cook had asked.

Lee remembered testing his own thundering pulse—touching his fingers to his carotid artery. His skin was clammy and sweaty, his collar wet. "When do you guys tell me what this is about?"

"Well, today you sat in a chair and received visual stimuli for a period of ninety minutes. Kind of like a virtual reality game. The drugs were to help your mind interpret the visual stimuli as reality."

Lee stared blankly, not quite sure what to ask from there. He had plenty of questions but really couldn't categorize them or prioritize them.

Dr. Cook smiled and leaned forward, clasping his hands. "We're testing something I like to call mental flex." Dr. Cook looked thoughtful, as though trying to come up with an apt description, though Lee got the impression that he had already given this speech dozens of times. "Imagine a dream where you are faced with a life-or-death struggle—a literal fight for your life. Now imagine that this dream fight is against something terrifying, something that you know cannot be real. Even as your logical forebrain is thinking, This can't possibly be real, is your dream self still fighting? Or do you stop and wait for the dream to be over?"

Dr. Cook leaned an elbow on his chair's armrest. "We've found that in certain scenarios or situations, a sense of denial is unavoidable. You actually can't really train it out of someone. It doesn't matter how elite of a soldier, how much of a badass he is; certain things the brain simply refuses to believe. So when that happens, we've found that most people fall into one of two categories—the flexible or the inflexible. If a person is inflexible, he will mentally stop, almost like he is refusing to entertain the thought because it is so unbelievable." Dr. Cook laughed a weird little chuckle. "I'm talking about top-tier operators here. I've seen it happen. Now, granted, the better trained they are, the harder it is to get them to that denial. But you keep pressing the boundaries of someone's reality, and eventually he will reach it. And then most people pop. Like an overloaded circuit."

Here he stopped and held up a finger. "But a few—probably about a third—will keep fighting, even when their brain is in that state of denial. And if you're still fighting then you are flexible. You have mental flex."

Lee swallowed, felt cold. "So do I have it?"

Another big, toothy grin. "Oh, you've got it."


Lee lay in his bed, still awake at 0200 hours on the morning of July 4.

He had not eaten for the remainder of the evening, not having the appetite. His mind kept replaying his concerns in a dizzying cycle, like a short, annoying song set on repeat. What if this is it? I can't believe it's the end. It can't possibly be the end. That's bullshit.

You're overreacting. Frank will call. He's never missed a call before. But what if this is really it?

What if? What if?

Lee tried to turn off his mind but couldn't, and he failed to think of a reason that he needed to sleep. It wasn't like he had big plans, despite it being Independence Day.

That's a first. Locked in The Hole on Independence Day. That's fucking un- American, he thought. I swear to God, I am going to chew Frank the fuck out ... I hope he's okay. He's gotta be okay. I am a contingency plan. Contingency plans are for contingencies. Contingencies don't happen, at least not on this scale. Not on the scale that requires me to get involved.

He recalled his commission for this job. He remembered thinking, at first, that it was total horseshit. But in the end you couldn't beat the pay, and you couldn't beat the benefits. The government built his entire house on three acres in the central North Carolina countryside. From the outside, the house didn't look overtly rich, but the inside was large and comfortable. The bunker he now found himself restricted to was a part of this house, buried almost twenty feet beneath the basement. They also paid him an amazing salary to go down into his bunker when they told him.

Seal the doors, they said. You'll receive more information from Frank during your restricted periods. If you stop receiving communications from command, you will wait in your secure bunker for thirty days from the date of command's last communication before exiting to begin your mission.

The mission.

The thought of that massive undertaking made sweat break out across Lee's forehead. The parameters of his mission, the whole reason he was sequestered away from what was going on outside, bordered on the impossible.

He shook his head. Frank would call. And so the thoughts cycled and cycled until they had blended into a slur of white noise in his mind, and somewhere around 0330 he fell asleep.


When he woke up at about 0930 he felt great.

For a moment he was truly convinced that the previous day had not happened and that it was the morning of the third, only a few hours from Frank's scheduled call, which he would undoubtedly receive. He eventually realized this wasn't the case. But the greasy knot in his stomach didn't return. He felt more agitated, slightly angry. He took a hot shower and thought of all the choice words he would say to Frank when he finally called, which he was sure he would. Lee hoped Frank had a most excellent and entertaining story to explain why he was twenty- four hours overdue for his call.

He hoped Frank was safe.

He air-dried after his shower. There was really no point in rushing to clothe yourself when you were alone, twenty feet underground in a cement-and-lead box.

He made himself a protein shake while Tango dutifully sat next to him in the kitchen. After the shake, Lee put on a pair of athletic shorts, because there was something privately disturbing about doing calisthenics in the nude. He knocked out his sit-ups, push-ups, felt lazy as he looked at his chin-up bar. Then felt guilty and did the pull-ups. He turned on the sunlamp while he did these. It wasn't the same as the sun itself, but it was better than nothing. Being in a sunless environment could mess with your head and your health.

After that he made some egg whites and toast with peanut butter. Then fed Tango. He made some coffee and took it to the computer. He didn't sit down. Just touched the mouse. The screen saver vanished. The homepage of CNN.com was still displayed. It had not changed.

Just to make sure, Lee refreshed the browser window. This time it gave him an error message about the site being down. He checked the status of his Internet connection and found it displaying a good connection. He tried Yahoo! and managed to get the home page, but it was still the same old news.

Nothing posted since June 28. He drank his coffee in silence. It was 1030. He sat down in his computer chair, lifting his feet onto the desk. He rested the warm coffee mug on his bare chest and regarded a flat, rectangular metal box to the right of his computer screen. It contained his mission brief. This was the predetermined contingency plan given to him directly from the Office of the Secretary of Homeland Security. It outlined in detail what they projected the situation would be like on the thirtieth day. Due to the sensitivity of the information contained, Lee was not authorized to open the box until forty-eight hours after his last communication with command.

Frank was Colonel Frank Reid of the United States Army, assigned as liaison between the Secretary of Homeland Security and the forty-eight "Coordinators" stationed in bunkers in each of the states across the Continental US. Lee was stationed in North Carolina.

Colonel Frank Reid was command.

At 1200 hours today, he would have to open that box and read its contents. That would be it. Project Hometown would do what it was meant to do. He could only assume that the other forty-seven Coordinators had not received communications from Frank either and would also be opening their boxes at their respective forty-eight-hour marks.

The thought of it scared him shitless.

He drank the dregs of his coffee, grabbed a water bottle, and sat down on the couch, facing the gigantic TV. He turned it on and scanned through the cable channels. TV had gone much sooner than the Internet news. Most channels had been displaying an emergency broadcast screen with a ticker at the bottom looping the same information: the major metropolitan areas that were under evacuation order and which FEMA shelter to report to for each area.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from The Remaining by D.J. Molles. Copyright © 2014 D.J. Molles. Excerpted by permission of Orbit.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2014

    I am really not a fan of this genre, but my wife said my militar

    I am really not a fan of this genre, but my wife said my military background would work well with this book.  Wow, she was right.  This book is well written, moves ridiculously fast and leaves you begging  for more.  Through the protagonist, Hero doesn't really fit here, the author  makes you feel you are right there with Capt. Harden.  The moral dilemmas, the right vs wrong vs survival aspect is incredible.  if you are a fan of thrillers, zombies, or any other fast paced, exciting novel, I cannot recommend this series enough.

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2014

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    Awesome military zombie saga. Gotta read the whole series.

    Awesome military zombie saga. Gotta read the whole series.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 17, 2014

    The Remaining series is absolutely wonderful.  Very well written

    The Remaining series is absolutely wonderful.  Very well written and will definitely keep you on the edge of your seat.  Be prepared to read these quickly because you can't put them down!

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2014

    It was alright. I couldn't connect with any of the characters, t

    It was alright. I couldn't connect with any of the characters, though. Some of the actions of the main character seemed a little odd.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2014

    Love love love this whole series. These books are very well writ

    Love love love this whole series. These books are very well written, great attention to detail, heavy on the military/survivalist run and rebuild side, lots of characters you really grow to care about, and wonderful character growth. Not traditional zombies, more the "infected" type, but I like both so fine by me. No mushy viewpoint of feeling sorry for the infected or romanticizing them, just thrilling roller coaster action and great characters. You will enjoy this whether you are military or not - but if you ARE military or gun savvy this series with not hack you off. Molles did some research - thank goodness - and for once nothing irritated me. Also, the female characters were well written. (one of my pet peeves) They were a variety of women, as we actually are, from sarcastic bad asses to whinier helpless types and everything in between. They were very individual and seemed well thought out - allowed to grow and change and be full characters. Often in this genre the women characters irritate the crap out of me. They are usually written as mommy/wives or whores and barely even exist in the story except to be rescued, slept with, scream "somebody save my chillllldren", or munched on. That was not the case in this series. I loved them all! I couldn't recommend a series more highly - even for those not traditionally zombie fans.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 21, 2014

    Typically, this book isn't one I would have picked up on my own,

    Typically, this book isn't one I would have picked up on my own, I kind of just stumbled upon this find while reading a comment on another book. Usually I wouldn't have bothered, but the writer sounded ecstatic, so I checked out the reviews and picked up the audio book so I could check it out at work and I'm thrilled I did. It's an amazing read, and although it's place is definitely in zombie apocalypse or infectious genre it could easily fit in with any other fast paced action/military novels. I just finished Fractured, the fourth book in the series, and am eagerly awaiting the next installment. Obviously I recommend this book, the only negative thing I found was where one book ends and the next begins feels more like the shift in chapters, or paragraphs even, without much explanation. So before you start, make sure you have the books in the correct order with the first one first; this is not one of those series that individually will make sense as a stand alone. 

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2014

    The lone survivor meets the walking dead

    Good book, quick read. Better than most books of this genre.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2014

    Slow start. Laughable ending. Stupid middle.

    Slow start. Laughable ending. Stupid middle.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 7, 2014

    Best book ever written!

    Best book ever written!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 6, 2014

    I read all 4 of The Remaining series in about a month after I di

    I read all 4 of The Remaining series in about a month after I discovered these little gems. All I can say is WOW! I read ALOT of books, and it takes a good story not to mention mad writing skills to keep me entertained. These series of books to that and more. I love this "end of the world" zombie apocalypse genre and DJ Molles does an amazing job with it. I VERY HIGHLY recommend the whole Remaining series to everyone.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2014

    Terrible story with no character interest at all.

    Terrible story with no character interest at all.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2014

    Very slow start and flat characters

    Very slow start and flat characters

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2014

    Serious mistakes made in firearm knowledge.

    Serious mistakes made in firearm knowledge.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2014

    I Also Recommend:

    If you are looking for the next World War Z, look elsewhere. Thi

    If you are looking for the next World War Z, look elsewhere. This is an amateurish story with unbelievable situations and absolutley no character development. If you want a good zombie read, check out Zombie Fallout by Mark Tufo.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2014

    Average zombie story. Unbelievable setup hurts the plot. Unwise

    Average zombie story. Unbelievable setup hurts the plot. Unwise actions taken by hero seem too much like they were done just so the story could advance. I would have liked a few more zombies.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2014

    Late Fall - 2010 Reuters - Estimates say that nearly three thous

    Late Fall - 2010
    Reuters - Estimates say that nearly three thousand people nationwide, and fifteen thousand people worldwide have died of the H1N1 virus or Swine flu and nearly eighty thousand cases have been confirmed in hospitals and clinics across the United States and the world, the World Heath Organization reported. The influenza pandemic of 2010, while not nearly as prolific as the one that raged in 1918 still has citizens around the world in a near state of panic.
    New York Post (Headlines October 31st) - Beware! Children Carry Germs! - Halloween Canceled!
    New York Times - (Headlines November 3rd) - Swine flu claims latest victim - Vice President surrounded by family and friends at the end.
    Boston Globe - (Headlines November 28th) - Swine Flu Vaccinations Coming!
    Boston Herald - (Headlines December 6th) - Shots in Short Supply - Lines Long!
    National Enquirer - (Headlines December 7th) - The Dead Walk!
    There would be no more headlines.
    It started in a lab at the CDC (Center for Disease Control), virologists were so relieved to finally have an effective vaccination against the virulent swine flu. Pressure to come up with something had come from the highest office in the land. In an attempt at speed the virologists had made two mistakes, first they used a live virus and second they didn't properly test for side effects. Within days hundreds of thousands of vaccinations shipped across the US and the world. People lined up for the shots, like they were waiting in line for concert tickets. Fights broke out in drugstores as fearful throngs tried their best to get one of the limited shots. Within days the CDC knew something was wrong. Between 4 and 7 hours of receiving the shot roughly 95% succumbed to the active H1N1 virus in the vaccination. More unfortunate than the death of the infected was the added side effect of reanimation, it would be a decade before scientists were able to ascertain how that happened. The panic that followed couldn't be measured. Loved ones did what loved ones always do, they tried to comfort, their kids or their spouses or their siblings, but what came back was not human not even remotely. Those people that survived their first encounter with these monstrosities usually did not come through unscathed, if bitten they had fewer than 6 hours of humanity left, the clock was ticking. During the first few hysteria ridden days of The Coming as it has become known, many thought the virus was airborne, luckily that was not the case or nobody would have survived. It was a dark time in human history. One from which we may never be able to pull ourselves out of the ashes from.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2014

    Incredibly contrived plot with no character development.

    Incredibly contrived plot with no character development.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2014

    Total lack of characterization meant that I couldn't care less w

    Total lack of characterization meant that I couldn't care less when someone was killed. Plot depends upon characters making stupid mistakes to make sure they put themselves within reach of the zombies. Very boring first several pages as we get to hear about Lee's daily routine of playing video games and cleaning up after his dog.

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  • Posted July 23, 2014

    I have read the first and second of this series and cant wait un

    I have read the first and second of this series and cant wait until #3 hits the store. A great story 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 11, 2014

    Not for the faint of heart!

    This series is a rock'em sock'em robots roller coaster ride that will keep you on the edge of your seat. For me, it was stressful at times - like put the nook down and walk away for a while stressful - but I always came back because I HAD to find out what happened next! The story is brutal, dirty, gritty, violent. What else do you expect from a flesh eating zombie/apocalypse story? I'm already ripping through book 4, and hope that book 5 comes out really soon because I can't wait to see how it all turns out.
    I hear the author recently got a book deal with a publisher, I'll be keeping an eye out for more of his books.

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