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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for the novels of Mia Sheridan
  3. About the Author
  4. NOTE TO READERS
  5. Dedication
  6. prologue
  7. chapter one
  8. chapter two
  9. chapter three
  10. chapter four
  11. chapter five
  12. chapter six
  13. chapter seven
  14. chapter eight
  15. chapter nine
  16. chapter ten
  17. chapter eleven
  18. chapter twelve
  19. chapter thirteen
  20. chapter fourteen
  21. chapter fifteen
  22. chapter sixteen
  23. chapter seventeen
  24. chapter eighteen
  25. chapter nineteen
  26. chapter twenty
  27. chapter twenty-one
  28. chapter twenty-two
  29. chapter twenty-three
  30. chapter twenty-four
  31. chapter twenty-five
  32. chapter twenty-six
  33. chapter twenty-seven
  34. chapter twenty-eight
  35. chapter twenty-nine
  36. chapter thirty
  37. chapter thirty-one
  38. chapter thirty-two
  39. chapter thirty-three
  40. chapter thirty-four
  41. chapter thirty-five
  42. chapter thirty-six
  43. chapter thirty-seven
  44. chapter thirty-eight
  45. chapter thirty-nine
  46. chapter forty
  47. chapter forty-one
  48. chapter forty-two
  49. chapter forty-three
  50. chapter forty-four
  51. chapter forty-five
  52. chapter forty-six
  53. chapter forty-seven
  54. chapter forty-eight
  55. epilogue
  56. acknowledgments

“Come on over and get warm,” I said. I had no way of reading his mind to know his intentions, but it was clear he was weak and freezing, at the very least, and posed little physical threat. Plus, he’d come from St. Louis. He’d have some information. “What’s your name?”

“Isaac.”

“I’m Tuck. And that’s Charlie and Emily.” I moved aside as he stumbled forward, the sole of one shoe flapping, each step making a squelching sound so that it was obvious his foot was soaking wet. He sagged down on the crate I’d been sitting on. I moved around the fire and pulled another one over and set it next to Emily. She and Charlie had stood as I’d had the exchange with the man, but now they were seated again too.

We waited a few minutes as the man reached his good arm out to the fire, his shoulders lowering as the warmth calmed his shivers. After a minute he closed his eyes and exhaled a breath. “Thank you,” he said weakly.

“You need to get those wet shoes off,” I told him. “Let them dry before you start walking again. Where are you headed anyway?”

“No fuckin’ clue,” he said. “I just fuckin’…ran. Lots of people did. I was walking with several others for a while but… I don’t know, we got split up. I hitched a ride yesterday and then walked some more… It’s just, a blur.”

“I wish I could offer you some food—”

“Thanks. It’s okay. I had some food with me. Finished it off, but I ate a few hours ago. I’m not so hungry, just thirsty if you have some water?”

I reached down and picked up the half bottle of water near my feet and handed it to him. He tipped it back, finishing it in three swallows. “Thanks,” he murmured.

“What’s happening in St. Louis, Isaac?” Emily asked, before she pulled back slightly as though bracing for news she didn’t want.

He shook his head, gaze focused on the fire, expression slack as though he was mesmerized by the dancing flames. “The first day the power went out and all the cars stopped working, we knew something was very wrong. The sky, man. First it was like everything turned bright white overhead. And then it melted into all these crazy colors… Well, shit. You had to have seen it too. No one knew what the fuck it was. A bomb? Aliens? Some strange lightning strike? All we knew was the whole damn city had shut down. People ran to the stores. They couldn’t take cards, only cash. A lot of people didn’t have cash, so they went home to make do, but even so, the store around the block from me was out of water and lots of other things within an hour.”

Emily rubbed her head. “My God.”