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364 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2009







“So many ways to die,” Jenni said with a sigh from the backseat.
“You are standing on the brink of a new world. Whether the dead or the living rule will be decided. I know you think of yourselves just as survivors, but you are more than that. You are the new Eden. You are the new beginning. There are other enclaves of survivors, but this is the place that was chosen to give birth to a new world. The choices you make tomorrow have ramifications far beyond what you can understand or see.”
“Dear God, woman! Do you understand the gravity of what I am doing? No, you do not! I am trying to make this fort safe from the messed-up clones.” Calhoun pointed down at the corpse in the road. “They don’t even have the decency to cover their junk. Heathens!”
“We need milk and eggs anyway,” Calhoun said. “Keeps our brains sharp against the aliens. ’Sides, army’s been circling my farm. Don’t need them taking my stuff,” Calhoun said darkly. “Don’t take kindly to martial law. Didn’t vote for that yokel in the White House.”
“My boys were hoping I’d ask you out,” Ed said casually. Nerit choked on her smoke. Ed continued, “I told them that you’re too much of a man for me. That you could probably kick my ass ten ways till Sunday.” Half-coughing, half-laughing, Nerit grinned. “Probably.”
“Up close and personal decapitations of the zombie kind. I went whacky-whacky with my trusty ax.”
They would continue to rebuild, to bring a new world out of the ashes of the old. It was a wonderful world to bring their daughter into. The new parents gazed down at their newborn in awe. Bryce yawned—a tiny pink sigh—as she dozed off. “Welcome to the new world,” Katie said to her sleeping infant.