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Mira Grant - Blackout

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The year was 2014. The year we cured cancer. The year we cured the common cold. And the year the dead started to walk. The year of the Rising. The year was 2039. The world didnt end when the zombies came, it just got worse. Georgia and Shaun Mason set out on the biggest story of their generation. The uncovered the biggest conspiracy since the Rising and realized that to tell the truth, sacrifices have to be made. Now, the year is 2041, and the investigation that began with the election of President Ryman is much bigger than anyone had assumed. With too much left to do and not much time left to do it in, the surviving staff of After the End Times must face mad scientists, zombie bears, rogue government agencies-and if theres one thing they know is true in post-zombie America, its this: Things can always get worse. BLACKOUT is the conclusion to the epic trilogy that began in the Hugo-nominated FEED and the sequel, DEADLINE. Review A satire of the science-industrial complex, the Newsflesh trilogy is a wry and entertaining exploration of the way political corruption never stops - even after the zombie apocalypse. -- *

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This book is dedicated to Kathleen Secor, Diana Fox, and Sunil Patel.

Without their efforts, I would never have made it this far.

BOOK I

From the Dead

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People say things like it wasnt supposed to go this way and this isnt what I wanted. Theyre just making noise. Theres no such thing as supposed to, and what you want doesnt matter. All that matters is what happened.

GEORGIA MASON

I honestly have no idea whats going on anymore. I just need to find something I can hit.

SHAUN MASON

My name is Georgia Carolyn Mason. I am one of the Orphans of the Rising, the class of people who were under two years of age when the dead first started to walk. My biological family is presumably listed somewhere on The Wall, an anonymous footnote of a dead world. Their world died in the Rising. They didnt live to see the new one.

My adoptive parents have raised me to ask questions, understand the realities of my situation, and, in times of necessity, to shoot first. They have equipped me with the tools I need to survive, and I am grateful. Through this blog, I will do my best to share my experiences and opinions as openly and honestly as I can. It is the best way to honor the family that raised me; it is the only way I have to honor the family that lost me.

Im going to tell you the truth as I understand it. You can take it from there.

FromImages May Disturb You, the blog of Georgia Mason, June 20, 2035.

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So George says I have to write a mission statement, because our contract with Bridge Supporters says I will. I am personally opposed to mission statements, since theyre basically one more way of sucking the fun out of everything. I tried telling George this. She told me that its her job to suck the fun out of everything. She then threatened physical violence of a type I will not describe in detail, as it might unsettle and upset my theoretical readership. Suffice to say that I am writing a mission statement. Here it is:

I, Shaun Phillip Mason, being of sound mind and body, do hereby swear to poke dead things with sticks, do stupid shit for your amusement, and put it all on the Internet where you can watch it over and over again. Because thats what you want, right?

Glad to oblige.

FromHail to the King, the blog of Shaun Mason, June 20, 2035.

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My story ended where so many stories have ended since the Rising: with a manin this case, my adoptive brother and best friend, Shaunholding a gun to the base of my skull as the virus in my blood betrayed me, transforming me from a thinking human being into something better suited to a horror movie.

My story ended, but I remember everything. I remember the cold dread as I watched the lights on the blood test unit turn red, one by one, until my infection was confirmed. I remember the look on Shauns face when he realized this was itit was really happening, and there wasnt going to be any clever third act solution that got me out of the van alive.

I remember the barrel of the gun against my skin. It was cool, and it was soothing, because it meant Shaun would do what he had to do. No one else would get hurt because of me.

No one but Shaun.

This was something wed never planned for. I always knew that one day hed push his luck too far, and Id lose him. We never dreamed that he would be the one losing me. I wanted to tell him it would be okay. I wanted to lie to him. I remember that: I wanted to lie to him. And I couldnt. There wasnt time, and even then, I didnt have it in me.

I remember starting to write. I remember thinking this was it; this was my last chance to say anything I wanted to say to the world. This was the thing I was going to be judged on, now and forever. I remember feeling my mind start to go. I remember the fear.

I remember the sound of Shaun pulling the trigger.

I shouldnt remember anything after that. Thats where my story ended. Curtain down, save file, thats a wrap. Once the bullet hits your spinal cord, youre done; you dont have to worry about this shit anymore. You definitely shouldnt wake up in a windowless, practically barren room that looks suspiciously like a CDC holding facility, with no one to talk to but some unidentified voice on the other side of a one-way mirror.

The bed where Id woken up was bolted to the floor, and so was the matching bedside table. It wouldnt do to have the mysteriously resurrected dead journalist throwing things at the mirror that took up most of one wall. Naturally, the wall with the mirror was the only wall with a doora door that refused to open. Id tried waving my hands in front of every place that might hold a motion sensor, and then Id searched for a test panel in the vain hope that checking out clean would make the locks let go and release me.

There were no test panels, or screens, or ocular scanners. There wasnt anything inside that seemed designed to let me out. That was chilling all by itself. I grew up in a post-Rising world, one where blood tests and the threat of infection are a part of daily life. Im sure Id been in sealed rooms without testing units before. I just couldnt remember any.

The room lacked something else: clocks. There was nothing to let me know how much time had passed since I woke up, much less how much time had passed before I woke up. Thered been a voice from the speaker above the mirror, an unfamiliar voice asking my name and what the last thing I remembered was. Id answered himMy name is Georgia Mason. What the fuck is going on here?and hed gone away without answering my question. That might have been ten minutes ago. It might have been ten hours ago. The lights overhead glared steady and white, not so much as flickering as the seconds went slipping past.

That was another thing. The overhead lights were industrial fluorescents, the sort that have been popular in medical facilities since long before the Rising. They should have been burning my eyes like acid and they werent.

I was diagnosed with retinal Kellis-Amberlee when I was a kid, meaning that the same disease that causes the dead to rise had taken up permanent residence in my eyeballs. It didnt turn me into a zombieretinal KA is a reservoir condition, one where the live virus is somehow contained inside the body. Retinal KA gave me extreme light sensitivity, excellent night vision, and a tendency to get sickening migraines if I did anything without my sunglasses on.

Well, I wasnt wearing sunglasses, and it wasnt like I could dim the lights, but my eyes still didnt hurt. All I felt was thirst, and a vague, gnawing hunger in the pit of my stomach, like lunch might be a good idea sometime soon. There was no headache. I honestly couldnt decide whether or not that was a good sign.

Anxiety was making my palms sweat. I scrubbed them against the legs of my unfamiliar white cotton pajamas. Everything in the room was unfamiliar even me. Ive never been heavya life spent running after stories and away from zombies doesnt encourage putting on weightbut the girl in the one-way mirror was thin to the point of being scrawny. She looked like shed be easy to break. Her hair was as dark as mine. It was also too long, falling past her shoulders. Ive never allowed my hair to get that long. Hair like that is a passive form of suicide when you do what I do for a living. And her eyes

Her eyes were brown. That, more than anything else, made it impossible to think of her face as my own. I dont

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