"The survivors would envy the dead."
Nikita Khrushchev, Pravda, 20 July 1963Prologue
I never expected the summer before my senior year to turn out the way it did. I never expected to lose my family, my home, my town. I never thought that Mr. Baker, our next door neighbour would try to eat me. I never thought my gerbil would go crazy.
But really, most of all, I never expected to fall down the stairs.
It sounds silly, right? Like it’s the most important thing floating through my mind. But believe it or not, it’s true. The time I was unconscious after being tossed down my flight of stairs is where everything changed.
How I didn’t die, I still don’t know. It kind of scares me knowing that I was a waiting buffet for about twenty-four hours and still, no one chose to come in and dine. It’s a good thing, I know. But it’s the equivalent to passing out in a downtown alley and waking up, perfectly fine. You weren’t kidnapped, weren’t hurt. Weird, right?
Maybe not; maybe you live in a safe town. But now, looking back, I realize that I should have guessed why I survived so much earlier. It was obvious, at least now I think it is.
I’m different.
And I don’t just mean I’m different because I dislike Ice Cream.
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Resistance
Mystery / ThrillerSloane can't remember a thing. After hitting her head, every memory before that moment is lost. As she starts on the trail to remember her life, she learns that the world isn't like what it was before. Something has killed most of the humans. But th...