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The Contagium, Tome 1 : Contagious



Description ajoutée par Shiravee 2024-03-05T08:53:32+01:00

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“I wasn’t afraid of death. If I died, it would be over. My worst fear wasn’t of dying, it was of living. Living, while everyone around me had their flesh savagely torn from their bodies to be shoved into the festering and ever-hungry mouths of zombies. It terrified me, right down to my very core, to be alive while the rest of the world was dead.”

During the Second Great Depression, twenty-four-year-old Orissa Penwell is forced to drop out of college when she is no longer able to pay for classes. Unable to find a job, she moves in with her aunt in Indianapolis. Down on her luck, Orissa doesn’t think she can go any lower.

She couldn’t be more wrong. A virus breaks out across the country, leaving the infected crazed, aggressive, and very hungry.

Orissa is used to only being responsible for herself. When she finds herself a reluctant leader of a group of survivors, she must make a choice: set aside her issues and help the others or go off alone in search of her own family and friends.

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I stumbled my way up the worn, carpeted stairs of Aunt Jenny’s small apartment. It was one-thirty in the morning and I was drunk. My hand slipped off the doorknob more than once and, realizing it was locked, dropped my purse so I could dig through the jumbled mess for my keys. I finally fished them out from the bottom. I wobbled when I stood, teetering on tall, black heels. The door swung open just as I reached for the lock.

“Orissa!” Aunt Jenny cried, her hand flying to her chest.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“It’s ok,” she breathed, looking relieved. “I just wasn’t expecting you so early. Well, early for you.” Echoes of muffled, angry voices floated down the hall. “They’ve been at it all night,” she sighed and ushered me in.

“Did you wait up for me?” I asked, as I shakily removed my shoes.

“Yes, well, no. I told you I wasn’t going to keep tabs. But I worry.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Oh, yeah. And you can bail yourself out of jail.”

I glared at Aunt Jenny. “That was over a month ago. Can’t we drop it?”

“Yes, sorry.” She shook her head. “You should have called me though. I would have picked you up.”

I shrugged. “Thanks. Maybe next time.” I tripped over the ottoman as I crossed the small living room.

“Had enough?” she asked, with just a hint of laughter in her voice.

“I,” I began, standing up straight, “was doing my part to stimulate the economy.” Well, I was doing my part to make sure others stimulated the economy. My money hadn’t paid for any of the liquor I had drunk.

“I should have opened a bar,” Aunt Jenny joked. She gathered up her dishes from the coffee table. “Did you have fun at least?”

“Yes. I rocked karaoke. And I got two numbers.”

“Two?”

I smiled and nodded.

Aunt Jenny just laughed and slightly shook her head. “So how come you came home early?”

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