Title: LIFE
IN THE DEAD WORLD
Genre: Fantasy
Word Count: 106,000
Query:
With no memory of her prior life, or even her own
name, a woman finds herself on the losing side of a war, and must join a
vigilante group of rebels to bring down the vengeful president of Catalpa and
stop the mass genocide of her people.
After being drugged by bounty hunters, Marceline
Maddox can’t remember anything about her own life, only the general state of
the world. The entire continent is at war and her people are being imprisoned
in death camps or murdered.
With a small group of vigilantes led by the
President’s former advisor, Marceline, 26, begins the long fight to find her
family, at least the ones who are still alive. Pulled into a drug induced
alternate reality, the Dead world, Marceline is given coded messages from the
Devoid, an omniscient collection of lost souls, known to others as the ‘mouth
of God’.
Helping her along the way are her new found
friend, the gorgeous and tattooed James, and a familiar man with multiple
personalities, David. But David has his own problems, the soul of anyone who
dies around him is trapped inside him, becoming a new personality, and when the
story begins David is already playing host to 36 other ‘guests’, including his
own brother the Reverend.
Who would you become, if you didn’t remember who
you were? With her new rebel friends by her side, Marceline must discover who
she is in the present after she has lost her past, and do whatever it takes to
find her family, and save her people.
First 250:
She woke up at a diner, sitting in a booth with a
cup of coffee in front of her. Only she didn’t really wake up because she
wasn’t really asleep. More like she came to. She noticed the coffee was
cold and wondered how long she had been sitting there. The check was already
sitting on the table but a large gruff woman eyed her and nudged it towards
her, obviously seeing her confusion. She tried her best to smile and take
a sip of the cold stale coffee to stall for time, trying to seem like she knew
what was going on as the waitress walked away, not that the woman looked
convinced. ‘Money. Do I have money? I’ll check my pockets,’ She thought.
She looked down and realized she was wearing someone else’s coat. Whose coat
is this? It looks like a man’s coat. She found a wallet in the pocket and
looked inside. There was a driver’s license with a picture of a man who she
thought she had seen before. It said his name was Carson Fisher, and that he
was forty-seven. I don’t recognize the name. Could that really be me?
Wait. Me. Who am I? No,
she wasn’t Carson Fisher, she was certain she was a woman. She checked the
reflection in the window next to her to be sure. Yes, she was a woman; she had
long black hair, brown eyes, and stark white skin. She wasn’t sure how old she
was and it was hard to tell from the reflection, she thought maybe mid
twenties.
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