Intruders Audio Book Young Adult General American
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Where were you when the world ended? It's a question no one ever thinks of asking. When the world ends. There's nothing left, no one around to ask the question. At least that's the way I would have pictured it months ago. It's not true, though. I'm around to ask. There just isn't anyone around to answer. Loneliness is the worst form of emptiness. Silence is slow torture. I remember days of wishing that the world would forget I existed. There's no more Zoe. Can you do this for me? Zoe? Did you leave the light on again? You know that waste energy. No more people cutting me off in traffic while their eyes are glued to their cell phones. The world listened to my complaining and granted my wish. I guess it's true. You have to be careful what you wish for. It could bite you in the ***. Chapter one. The thumping was like a heartbeat, but not constant enough to keep anyone alive. Well, not anyone of this world. She hung, suspended like a slab of beef encased in a film that reminded her of afterbirth. Only thicker tiny holes moved in waves over the parasitic. Second skin as if they had a job to do. In a way, they did. They were keeping her alive. She couldn't open her eyes. The weight of the substance wrapped around her felt crushing like a constrictor after a few days. Or was it weeks? She couldn't remember. Maybe the Gupta glued her eyes shut. That wouldn't be the worst thing. Judging from the surrounding screams, things get much worse, her arms pressed against her body. But there was a little wiggle room, knowing she only had one chance at escape. She picked at the membrane, which ship nails. Just a few weeks earlier, she was sitting in a chair at Lee Nails, getting a manicure. Once a month, she treated herself to a mani and pedi. It was a subtle way of reminding her she deserved to be pampered. Once in a while, she had earned it. Daphne Stover was a fighter and a damn good one.