The Survivors

The Survivors

by Sean Eads


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ISBN-13: 9781590212998
Publisher: Lethe Press
Publication date: 10/01/2012
Pages: 236
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.54(d)

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The Survivors 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Jerry Wheeler More than 1 year ago
Just like the rest of the Earth, freelance journalist Craig Mencken (a nod to H.L. Mencken, perhaps?) has been invaded by aliens. But these aliens are not ray-gun toting, laser-beam shooting critters. Nor is their invasion violent. It’s more passive-aggressive than anything, with the aliens simply using their bulk to crowd into homes, offices, grocery stores and people’s apartments despite owners’ attempts to dislodge them. Of course, a Resistance springs up, headed by Mencken’s ex-boyfriend, Scott, determined to eradicate the aliens by violent means. But then come machines bent on demolishing our infrastructure, and the Earth is in serious trouble. Eads begins this story with a lighthearted tone. Fine. I settle back for a giggle amidst the invasion thinking how great this story is going to taste with its tongue in its cheek—and the first quarter or so is pretty damn funny. But the humor is eventually enveloped by a far darker mood. About the time Scott and The Company begin night-time raids shooting, hanging and beating aliens to death with baseball bats, recruiting Mencken in a scary initiation ritual, it’s clear Eads has more in store for the reader than a romp through the galaxy. The Survivors is good fun that winds up being a great read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like it! It needs a bit more detail though. Everything went way too fast.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A vision hit me as I ran. Of all times, now. To others, it may have appeared I tripped. Truthfully, I fainted. I felt the flash of pain as my face made contact with the rough sidewalk. I felt the loaf of bread I had stolen slip out of my hand. Then... just no more. The vision took me in its grasp. <p> This time, it was the wasteland. The sky was blood red. Great fissures split the Earth, steam or smoke billowing from them. The ruins of once-grand building rose like gravestones from the cracked pavement and dirt. It was New York. This city. <p> The only standing building was the Empire State Building. Dark grey clouds swirled around it, lightning jabbing like daggers at the ground. <p> The ground rumbled; a platinum black hand grasped the side of a smoking fissure. The only problem: it was giant, easily the size of a skyscraper foundation. <p> A hand closed around my thin shoulder. It pulled me from my vision. I jerked upward, the fat grocery clerk leering down at me, loaf in hand. He dug his finger into my shoulder and dragged me into a standing position. His sour breath made me gag. <p> "This was the last time, rat." He growled. His eyes began to change from dark brown to red with inky black slits. His fingers turned into talons, and his skin washed red. Before me stood a demon. So I did the only logical thing; I ran. <p> ~~~ <p> [ I am returning! Post character apps at 'dreaming soul' res 2. Next part at next res. ] <p> ~ NRM