Dark Days (Dead City)
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Molly’s up against the undead—and the fate of Manhattan is in her hands—in the third and final book of the Dead City trilogy, which Hunger Games author Suzanne Collins says “breathes new life into the zombie genre.”
Molly and the Omegas fight to contain the storm unleashed by Operation Blue Moon. As they do, Molly’s personal life is thrown into turmoil when she discovers that one of her closest friends has joined the ranks of the undead, a development that threatens the Omegas as well as Molly’s relationship with her mother.
As Molly and her friends battle the Dead Squad (a special NYPD task force made up entirely of zombies), they discover that the world’s largest gold reserve is kept in a vault eighty feet below the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. They find a photograph of the vault’s construction in the 1920s and realize that the construction crew was led by none other than the leader of the undead, Marek Blackwell. Could this explain the source of all his money? And if so, what is he planning to do with it? Is he rebuilding Dead City…or is he building an undead army?
steering wheel, and hanging from each wheel was a metal sign reading, CAUTION—EXTREME HEAT. “This is where it gets tricky,” he said ominously. I nodded back toward the path we just traveled. “You mean all of that wasn’t tricky?” He laughed. “Okay, this is where it gets trickier. Two of these are release valves. If you turn either one, it will let off a steam blast that can be as hot as four hundred degrees.” “So I’m guessing we don’t want to turn those,” I said. “No we don’t,” he said. “But
toward Mom, Natalie looked over at the collection of test tubes and beakers where Milton and my mother had been working. “What kind of experiments are you working on?” she asked him. I started to interrupt again, but I didn’t really have anything to say. Natalie was frustrated. She started to ask, “Is there a reason you don’t want me to . . .” and then she stopped midsentence as she figured it out. The whole room got quiet, and she looked me right in the eyes. “You know, don’t you?” she asked.
he realized she was right. He was so close to reaching something that had eluded him for weeks. But it was still out of reach. Or was it? “You know who is that good at acting?” Alex asked. Grayson thought about it for a moment and smiled. “You’re absolutely right.” “Who?” asked Natalie. “Molly’s sister,” said Alex. “Beth?” I asked. “Now you guys really have gone nuts.” “Have we?” asked Grayson. “She’s super talented. Remember all those voices she did at your party. She’d be amazing.”
Grayson, Alex, and I looked across the harbor at the Statue of Liberty. “Did you ever notice that the Statue of Liberty’s butt is pointed right at New Jersey?” Grayson asked. “I mean, that’s their view.” “Maybe they should put that on the license plates,” replied Alex. “New Jersey—the Butt of Liberty.” We were waiting in Battery Park at the southernmost tip of Manhattan. In addition to its view of the harbor, the park is the starting point of the George Washington walking tour of New York
name is Michael Bigelow and I’m here to pick up my daughter. You know, the girl who is going to be grounded for the rest of her life.” I look up from inside the holding cell and see my father in the precinct’s main squad room. He’s still wearing his navy-blue paramedic’s uniform, and his expression is impossible to read. I can’t tell if Beth has been successful in convincing him, but I’ll know in a couple seconds. “She’s right over here,” says Officer Strickland. The police officer escorts him