Hi all! I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer. I’m gearing up for the release of SHADOW FALLING on August 30th. It’s the second book in the Scorpius Syndrome series, and boy, did I do a lot of research before writing those. Here are five things I didn’t realize when I started researching what would happen if a bacteria or virus took out most of the human race:
- The Internet will go down much faster than anybody thinks. While the Internet is self-sustainable, the servers that control it are not. And guess how many people really know how to take care of those servers? About 5000. That’s it.
- Anti-bacterial ointment will be like gold. Imagine surviving the apocalypse, learning to live without many of the basic comforts we have today, and then dying from a little scratch on your arm that gets infected. Hoard Neosporin like crazy, my friends.
- Nature will retake the earth very quickly. Some of the research I conducted included watching videos of places that were abandoned after being inhabited by people, and nature came back fast, green, and hard. Cities will crumble much faster than we would think.
- The smartest people in the world pretty much think it’s a matter of when and not if. There are several documentaries with world famous scientists speculating on how and when…but not one of them questioned ‘if.’ So that’s a little freaky, right?
- Fruitcake doesn’t go bad. I know. This is a funny one. But fruitcake lasts forever. Who knew?
All right. I hope you heed my advice and buy a bunch of Neosporin and start baking fruitcake. LOL! Everyone have a wonderful rest of the summer, and here’s a brief excerpt from SHADOW FALLING:
The nightmare clawed through Vinnie, ripping and gnashing, until she awoke, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Thank God. Finally, she’d been quiet. They’d had to move her quarters three times already because her night terrors scared the hell out of normal people. Now she lived in the bottom far corner of a sparsely populated residence in Vanguard territory, which was seven square blocks of relative safety in a dark world.
She leaped from the bed, her bare feet slapping ripped linoleum. Her lungs compressed and tremors shook her legs. She couldn’t breathe. God, she couldn’t breathe.
Bending over, she planted a hand on her chest.
She needed air.
Launching into motion, she ran through the dilapidated tenement to the creaky sliding glass door and yanked it open. Rain, cold and drizzly, cascaded inside on a burst of wind. Undaunted by the storm or the darkness outside, she pushed through weeds choking torn concrete and stumbled onto the abandoned road.
Sharp rocks and pieces of debris cut into her feet, but she paid no heed. Crossing the worn asphalt, she reached the chain-link fence protecting all seven blocks of Vanguard territory.
Her hands wrapped around the chain link near her face, and even in her panic, she remembered not to reach up to the barbed wire.
Thunder bellowed above as what was once the City of Angels gave itself over to the short but devastating rainy season. She held tight and lifted her head, allowing the rain to barrage her.
“You’re early tonight.” A voice, low and masculine, cut through the storm from the other side of the fence.
She blinked and stared into the darkness. The streets, abandoned to weeds, stretched in every direction across the empty, dark land. “Where are you?” she whispered.
He came into view, silent like any predator, stepping right up to the fence. “You’re getting wet, Doc.”
She wiped water from her eyes. “I didn’t scream this time.”
“I know.” Raze Shadow, one of the elite Vanguard lieutenants, had rescued her from hell a week ago while on a mission.
If he hadn’t heard her scream this time, was he just patrolling nearby? She shivered. “How is patrol going?”
His eyes, such a light blue as to be odd, lasered through the dark, touching on her toes and wandering up her bare legs and soaking white T-shirt to her damp face. Somehow, even in the cold and through the fence, the gaze heated her skin. “Go back inside, Vivienne.”
“No.” She couldn’t. She just couldn’t return to the nightmare and that dismal apartment. “I’m fine.” Except her left foot hurt. A lot. She lifted her leg and stretched her ankle, squinting to see through the darkness.
Raze tucked an AK-47 over a shoulder, his gaze dropping to her aching foot. His shoulders straightened. “Damn it. Stay there.” Long strides took him down the length of the fence until she couldn’t see him any longer.
The wind whistled a lonely tune over the barren land, and somewhere in the distance, a lion roared. Probably Marvin. She hadn’t seen the beast, but some of the other Vanguard residents had warned her about him. He’d escaped some zoo when the world had died from the Scorpius bacterium, and now he hunted survivors and other predators alike.
Cold blasted through her thin shirt and she trembled.
“Vivienne?” Raze gave her warning that he was near.
She turned, and he came into view on her side of the fence. “That was fast.”
“Humph.” He reached her in two strides. “It isn’t safe out here.”
His chest settled. “Inside.”
The cold pricked over her skin and she nodded, turning. The second her damaged heel touched asphalt, the injury stung. She sucked in air.
He planted a large hand on her shoulder. “You okay?”
She stiffened. He’d taken great pains not to touch her during her one week in Vanguard territory, always remaining distant but polite. “Yes.” She gritted her teeth and took another step, trying to balance on her toes.
He exhaled loudly. Shaking his head, he lifted her and pivoted toward the building. So easily.
Warmth and male surrounded her in the closest thing she’d had to protection in months. Her heart stuttered and her body softened into his strength. For the moment, safety surrounded her in the form of hard muscles.
Yet Raze Shadow was nowhere near safe.
I’m giving away two digital copies of MERCURY STRIKING, book one in the Scorpius Syndrome series to commenters here today. Just answer this question: Name one thing we should do to prepare for the Apocalypse.