Dying of thirst is the new
reality.
Five years after the last drop of clean water disappeared, global societies collapsed and nuclear war shattered all hope of recovery. In a place now only a skeleton of its former self, survivors fight to avoid capture by the government. Forced to work in factories that produce the only drinking water available, those who go in, never come out.
Zach and Vivienne have lived as deserters since they were teenagers. Fighting amongst their own and scrounging for the necessities of life, they’ve learned to rely on each other in every way. Yet when tragedy strikes and the true objectives of the government facility are revealed, their world is ripped apart.
A fate once thought to hold their demise may be the sole answer to their survival. Who can they trust? Who can they believe?
Five years after the last drop of clean water disappeared, global societies collapsed and nuclear war shattered all hope of recovery. In a place now only a skeleton of its former self, survivors fight to avoid capture by the government. Forced to work in factories that produce the only drinking water available, those who go in, never come out.
Zach and Vivienne have lived as deserters since they were teenagers. Fighting amongst their own and scrounging for the necessities of life, they’ve learned to rely on each other in every way. Yet when tragedy strikes and the true objectives of the government facility are revealed, their world is ripped apart.
A fate once thought to hold their demise may be the sole answer to their survival. Who can they trust? Who can they believe?
In this life, it pays to be
waterproof.
Excerpt:
Vivienne
yelled out and I whipped my head around to see what happened. The last man
standing held an impressive hunting knife in his hand, while Vivienne had a
fresh cut on her arm. Still, she held steady, sword gripped tightly in front of
her, legs in a fighting stance.
Something
stirred inside of me at the sight. Time slowed when I watched her wield the
sword like an ancient warrior. It was hard to imagine that just a few years ago
we were in high school worrying about football games and which party to go to
on the weekend. Now we stayed in abandoned houses, scrounged for water, and
spent most of our lives running. If things had been different, Vivienne and I
would be graduating college this year. I had plans to go into medicine, and she
wanted to be a vet. Funny how those dreams seemed so far away now.
A loud thump
echoed through the now darkened night. She almost fell to the ground with the
amount of momentum needed to decapitate the man. He dropped to his knees like a
sinner begging for mercy, head rolling further down the hill. My stomach
fluttered with admiration and annoyance.
“I didn’t
need your help,” I said to her, getting up on my feet and trying not to wince
at my injuries.
“Sure,” she
huffed. Ripping her bandana off her face she tore it in two. “Here, wrap that
up.” She nodded toward the tear in my sleeve and I stubbornly yanked the cloth
out of her hand.
“I had
everything under control,” I said between clenched teeth. It was the only way
to mask the pain. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I followed
the girly shrieks,” she said without missing a beat. I looked down at her in
time to see a smirk pull at the corner of her mouth. “Let me do it.”
Once again,
I allowed Vivienne to rescue me. It killed every part of that male ego inside,
but I knew she’d let me do the same for her. In fact, I had. We always saved
each other.
“Ow,” I said
when she tightened the bandana a little too rough around my arm.
“Stop being
a baby.”
“Stop
showing off your man strength.”
She pulled
even tighter but let a small laugh escape. I sucked in a breath at that sound,
realizing how close I’d come to never hearing it again.
“Are you
hurt anywhere else?” she asked, turning me around and patting her hands along
my body. I froze, trying to ignore how comforting her touch felt. We’d been
friends for years, and she was the only person in this world I trusted. Why had
I risked so much for this run?
I stepped
away from her, not liking where my thoughts were headed. “I’m fine,” I mumbled.
“Stop mothering me.”
“I wouldn’t
have to if you’d listen to me.” She stopped in front of my face and stared me
down. I stood a little over six feet tall and she was just a few inches
shorter. Together with that glare, almost any man would cower under her. “Was
it worth it?”
“Huh?”
“The water.
How much did you get?”
I hung my
head in embarrassment. “I had eight, but they shot through one. So six, I
guess.”
“Six
bottles?” She looked impressed.
“No, six
liters.” Silence.
“You just
made me kill three men for six liters of water?”
I shuffled
my feet. “You only killed two.”
She reached
out so quickly, I couldn’t defend myself. Both hands pushed against my chest
and I stumbled back, falling to the ground.
“I could
make it three,” she hissed. “I should kill you for your stupidity alone.”
Review:
This book was very realistic and a bit scary!! Imagine being out of water!!! I don't know where you live but here, it's already a big issue! I was on the edge of my seat the entire time I had the book in my hands. From twist and turns you never saw coming to fascinating characters.
In the mist of all the chaos, Vivienne and Zach are attempting to piece their life back together after the collapse of society . Feeling somewhat safe living in a government run complex, these two try to heal and move forward with their lives. Zach and Vivienne's comfort is shattered when their water supply is threatened and a war is on the horizon.
Now they have a choice, stay and fight with the people for the water or run but live with the guilt. Its a difficult decision and one that could costs their lives.
About the Author:
Amber Garr spends her
days as a scientist and nights writing about other worlds. Born in
Pennsylvania, she lives in Maryland with her husband and their furry
kids. Her childhood imaginary friend was a witch, Halloween is sacred, and
she is certain she has a supernatural sense of smell. Amber is a multiple
Royal Palm Literary Award winner, author of The Syrenka Series, The Leila
Marx Novels, The Water Crisis
Chronicles, and the upcoming Death Warden Series. When not obsessing
over the unknown, she can be found dancing, reading, or enjoying a good movie.
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