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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.
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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 that she has a supernatural sense of smell. Amber is a multiple Royal Palm Literary Award winner, author of Waterproof, The Syrenka Series, The Leila Marx Novels, 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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Excerpt 2
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.”
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Thank you so much for posting Tiffany!
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