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One bomb. That’s all it took.
One very well-placed bomb, carrying a carbon-devouring bacteria, and every life form on the planet is now on the endangered species list – including the human race.
Isis knows this, because she’s the one who planted it.
But that’s about all she can remember, since someone wiped her memories. That was the trade off, in order for her to stay alive. But they didn’t get everything. They didn’t get her dreams.
For Isis, the dreams are dangerous. She gets flashes and fragments of a past she can’t quite remember. She’s seen enough to know she is the one responsible for the demise of the human race – whether or not it was an accident, is still to be determined.
She may not have the luxury of time to figure that out, because she’s not the only survivor having dreams.
The way some of them are eyeing her now, they may already know.
ISIS would appeal to fans of James Dashner’s THE MAZE RUNNER and Tahereh Mafi’s SHATTER ME.
As a biologist and owner of an ecotourism company, I’ve published articles in Outside Magazine, Eco Sarasota and the Journal of Emerging Infectious Diseases, the latter of which inspired the foundation for ISIS.
When I first came to, I thought I was drowning.
My eyes snapped open but all I could see was whiteness, smothering whiteness. I tried desperately to suck vital oxygen into my lungs but instead something stuck to my face.
I flailed my arms and legs to get my face free of the suffocating weight, but I was tangled in a mess and could barely move. My heart ricocheted off my ribcage as I struggled, almost dislocating my shoulder in an attempt to free my face. I tore at it until I could pull in that first unobstructed breath. Then I breathed in another. My whole body was shaking.
I registered two things. One, I was totally naked. Two, I had no idea where I was.
By the time I unraveled myself from the clinging cotton sheet, my panic had pushed the vivid dream I’d been having to the back recesses of my brain. The details swirled nebulous and out of reach, but the terror remained. My heartbeat raced as my eyes adjusted to the glare.
I sat on a bare expanse of cold sand. It stretched out before me almost perfectly flat, the only texture interrupting it were the ripples made by the wind and the long, white lumps I recognized as bodies.
Everything was completely silent. The silence itself was frightening. Where in the hell was I?