The Venge

By Timmy Dustin

Excerpt from "The Beginning: ""Early reports were of a missile strike in the heart of Chicago. Soon other cities reported being attacked. New York, Los Angeles, D.C., St. Louis, Seattle. Every second that went by another city was reported. London, Berlin, Moscow, Beijing, Dubai. A scrolling list of names across the bottom of the screen. Warsaw, Belfast, Tokyo, Cape Town, Pyongyang. But they weren't missiles. They were four ton atomic bombs soaring across the sky one stroke at a time. The world was at war, a war that lasted minutes, a war no one would know anything about.Every citizen on the planet became a survivor, became a scavenger, became a confused and hopeless lost body. But six months after the strikes something else came, something much worse than all that, something . . . impossible. I don't know the science behind everything, or how they all came to be, but I can assure you they do exist--the Venge. Most people in the blast zones were killed instantly, vaporized, burnt paper in a rusted metal garbage can. I can tell you that's not much closure, when all that remains of the ones you cared for is a couple flecks of ash dancing in the sky.But some weren't killed. Some struggled, clawed, and overcame the radiation, a radiation that had slowly changed them into something else entirely. Any sense of humanity they had had was burned away with their skin. What remained were monsters. Seared hair. Scarred and bruised flesh. Puss-filled wounds. Charred, scratchy eyes. Serrated teeth. Giants, some I've seen being several stories tall, horrific lighthouses in the night. And every one of them driven by the simplest of animal instincts: to hunt and to kill. I'm glad you can't hear me coughing, because I'm barely able to open my eyes with all this smoke. I hear the dull groaning of steel, and dying fires light where I am, and where I'll die.Five years ago, when it started, my son Dillon was thirteen and naive and freshly without his mother. My younger brother Robbie was there to help me, and him. Family had never meant so much because family was all anybody had left.I won't be alive much longer, not down here, not with all this, but I want to spend my last moments telling you my story. I want you to know what pushed me to keep fighting when no one else would.I want and need you to remember there was a time when there wasn't any hope, a time when everything was falling down around us."

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B08GLR2HGZ
• ISBN13: 9798667938347
• Release Date: August 2020
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 424 Pages
• Weight: 1.24 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.9" x 6.0" x 9.0"