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Players. Welcome to the apocalypse"
The Apocalypse Games is a state of the art virtual game, yet when it traps over 100 players inside, there’s reason to worry – their simulation pods are designed to last 3 days and the artificial intelligence is taking over.
When rescue finally arrives, the players are transported to an offsite facility to recover from cyber sickness. Not all the players survived and not all is what it seems. What is CyberNexis hiding out in the desert?
The disaster known as The Event has plunged the world into icy darkness. Humans can’t survive but a group of mutants can. All signs lead back to the simulation pods. What were they really designed for?
Join these characters on an emotional and fast-paced journey to explore what it really means to survive.
An overhead fan rotated against a backdrop of off-white perforated ceiling panels. Warm air wafted in through a circular vent to the right of the fan. The single fluorescent bar light was on – all the time, since this room had once been an office and the light switch was out in the hallway. On the other side of a locked door.
Reis Anderson lay on the bed with his knees bent and his hands behind his head. He stared up at fan and the vent and the light, fixated on them. The world as he knew it didn’t have electricity anymore. What people once took for granted had been taken away.
This room wasn’t an office now, it held a set of metal frame bunk beds like the type in army barracks with a surprisingly comfortable mattress. He ought to have cared about his confinement, but the mattress contoured to his body like nothing else had for the past three months.
Sleeping on hard, cold ground had caused a twinge in his lower back. Plus the bed smelled of fragrance instead of sulfur and dirt. His clothes were soft and his hair washed. When he touched surfaces, they didn’t bear the mark of ash and grime. Also in the room was a small round desk with an upholstered chair on the back wall, seated beneath a framed print of Monet’s famous water lilies. A plush sofa and a wall-mounted TV were on the side wall. This room was decorated like a compact hotel or a fancy prison cell depending on your point of view. Which made Reis wonder how many people his father planned on locking away.
A former singer and musician, she credits this stage experience for her ease of public speaking, conducting writing workshops, and appearing on panels. Her books don't feature the usual tropes and this has earned her many loyal readers.
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Book 1: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01N01QFTQ/
Book 2: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XQRGG82
Book 3: https://www.amazon.com/Welcome-Apocalypse-Primal-Scream-Book-ebook/dp/B079NYBQDH
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