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What is Arcadium? Florence knows but she’s not telling anyone, and it could just be the key to the survival of the human race.
Sixteen-year-old Florence West must journey across a disease ravaged Melbourne with her nine-year-old sister Liss, and she’ll do anything to survive. Mostly that means staying clear of all people, the healthy ones on the run and the infected ones hungry for human flesh. But when she meets a man that speaks no English and a defiant set of brothers, Florence will be forced to question her ways. Because there’s only so far you can go alone, right?
Arcadium is a heart-stopping journey of hope across a ravaged urban land where survival always comes at a heavy price.
impatience. He flashes the light across both eyes. “No sign of prolonged head trauma. Do you remember anything?” “Everything, I think.” “Good.” He leans back and types something into his computer. Doctor Hope stands motionless, watching me under the glow of fluorescents. “Hope, will you set the bandages right? Now, what’s your name?” Doctor Harding asks without breaking eye contact with his shining monitor. “Florence West,” I say as Doctor hope wraps my hands again. “Age and birthday?”
I put on my most normal smile. I draw the line at laughing along with him though. If this outbreak has changed me in any way, I’m now a fantastic actor slash professional liar. “So, you want to get some lunch?” he asks. “Maybe watch the security cameras?” “I thought you just had brunch?” “Yeah, but who cares. You haven’t had anything.” Somehow I know I’m not going to be able to shake him, but maybe I can buy myself a little time. “Ok. You go get lunch and I’ll try and find the clean up crew.
torchlight, like maybe they’ve still got life left in them. But everything is still in the trolley. Still and dead. The room is full of trolleys. Full of dead infected. Hundreds of them. Right below our feet. The whole time. I step back so fast I forget I’m on steps and when my foot moves there’s nothing left to support it. I tumble over and over, rolling sideways down the stairs. Clattering fills the air and I land on my side, sliding onto the concrete ground. I don’t feel hurt but then I’m
she’s wearing a dress in the apocalypse… nine-year-olds are so impractical. Finally Liss wakes and stumbles from the bungalow looking like a cross between lobster and one of the infected. “Is the princess awake?” I grin. She blinks at the glaring sun. “She is.” “Would her highness care for some water?” I wiggle the half-empty two-litre bottle in front of her face. “Her highness would.” Liss sits next to me and takes a few big swigs of water. She wipes her mouth. “How far is it now?” “You’re
mashing zombie brains? HEAVY SPADE: Go to 14 — LIGHT RAKE: Go to 15 12. Oh the horror! Who knew that a packet of potato chips would be your downfall in the zombie apocalypse! While you chomp away, completely oblivious, the crinkling packet and crunching of snacks are attracting nearby zombies. Soon you are surrounded. The undead go crazy! They break through the flimsy shed door and, well, I’ll spare you the gory details. You are killed terribly. What a shame! And who knows what will happen