Chapters (51)
- Book 2 of The Newsflesh Trilogy
- MIRA GRANT
- BOOK I
- Point of Infection
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- BOOK II
- Vectors and Victims
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- BOOK III
- The Mourning Edition
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- BOOK IV
- Immunological Memory
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- BOOK V
- The Rising
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Coda: Living for You
- Twenty-seven
- Acknowledgments
- extras
- meet the author
- introducing
- BOOK I
- From the Dead
- One
- Contents
- BY MIRA GRANT
- Praise for Feed
- Copyright
Born and raised in California, Mira Grant has made a lifelong study of horror movies, horrible viruses, and the inevitable threat of the living dead. In college, she was voted Most Likely to Summon Something Horrible in the Cornfield, and was a founding member of the Horror Movie Sleep-Away Survival Camp, where her record for time survived in the Swamp Cannibals scenario remains unchallenged.
Mira lives in a crumbling farmhouse with an assortment of cats, horror movies, comics, and books about horrible diseases. When not writing, she splits her time between travel, auditing college virology courses, and watching more horror movies than is strictly good for you. Favorite vacation spots include Seattle, London, and a large haunted corn maze just outside of Huntsville, Alabama.
introducing
If you enjoyed DEADLINE, look out for
BLACKOUT
BOOK 3 OF THE NEWSFLESH TRILOGY
by Mira Grant
BOOK I
From the Dead
People like to say things like “It wasn’t supposed to go this way” and “This isn’t what I wanted.” They’re just making noise. In the end, there’s no such thing as “supposed to,” and what you want doesn’t matter. All that matters is what really happened.
—GEORGIA MASON
I honestly have no idea what’s going on anymore. I just need to find something that I can hit.
—SHAUN MASON
My name is Georgia Carolyn Mason. I belong to the vast, unspoken class of people known as the Orphans of the Rising, individuals who were under two years of age when their parents were killed. Individuals who were too young to remember anything about where they came from. My biological family is presumably listed somewhere on the Wall, living eople transformed into one more simple footnote of a dead world. Their world died in the Rising, just like they did. They didn’t live to see the new one.
My adoptive parents have raised me to question the world around me, understand the realities of my situation, and, in times of necessity, shoot first. They have equipped me with the tools I need to survive, and for that I am grateful. Through this blog, I will do my best to share my experiences and, yes, my opinions in as open and honest a way as I can. It is the best way to honor the family that raised me; it is the only way I have to honor the family that lost me.
I’m going to tell you the truth as I understand it. You can take it from there.
—From Images May Disturb You, the blog of Georgia Mason, June 20, 2035