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Demon Ember (Resurrection Chronicles #1)
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Mya’s world is falling apart. After a series of earthquakes, deadly animals with glowing red eyes begin attacking people and start the spread of a zombie-like plague. Safety is just a memory as she tries to make her way home. When a different creature attacks the people helping her reach Oklahoma City, Mya is sure she’ll never see the light of another day.
Despite his eerie yellow eyes and very sharp teeth, the grey-skinned creature is more intelligent and humanlike than he first appears. He’s determined to keep Mya by his side and protect her from the new world’s dangers. When his path starts taking her further away from home, she must choose between safety and her family.
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I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes.
“What is the point of math?” I asked. My roommate laughed behind me.
“The point is to separate the wheat from the chaff, Mya. The weak give up and drop out.”
I spun in my chair to look at her. Our desks occupied a corner of our dorm room just outside the shared bathroom. Not the ideal location, but it freed up the space under our loft beds for a couch and TV.
“I think I proved myself by making it through the first year. I need a break. Do you mind if I turn on the TV?”
As roommates went, Kristin wasn’t bad. Our personalities blended well since both of us were fairly mellow.
“Go ahead. I’ll put in headphones.”
I flopped down on the couch but hesitated to turn on the TV. I didn’t think I had the brain power it would take to watch a show. I couldn’t wait for winter break, still weeks away. Sure, I would need to deal with the stress of finals first, but it would be worth it to get away from campus. I loved going to OU Tulsa and living in the dorms in Walker. I just missed home and my family.
I picked up my phone and sent a snap to my younger brother. He was no doubt in the middle of a class. But as a senior in high school, he likely wasn’t paying much attention, anyway.
This is my math-sucks face, I captioned the selfie.
A minute later my phone beeped. I opened an image of him trying to crawl inside a locker.
This is my escape plan, it read.
I grinned. Ryan was a goof, and I could always count on him to cheer me up.
Feeling a bit better, I stood.
“I’m going to grab something from the cafeteria. Want to come?”
Kristin pulled out one ear bud. “Nah, I’m good. Don’t forget your pants.”
I made a face. Kristin, like me, usually lounged in a shirt and underwear when in our room. The rooms were warm, and it was comfortable going pantless. Too bad the administration didn’t agree. I put on my shorts so I didn’t have to listen to another lecture about walking around without pants in public corridors, grabbed my ID, and left.
The halls were fairly quiet as I made my way to the exit. Most students were either in class or still sleeping. Given the option, I would have preferred to sleep in as well on my late start days. I wouldn’t call myself a morning person. I just couldn’t seem to sleep past eight. It probably had something to do with the fact that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open past midnight. I used the quiet morning time to get assignments done and relax before class.
I shivered slightly when I stepped outside and almost went back in for a hoodie, but I didn’t have far to go.
At the Couch, our cafeteria, I helped myself to some eggs, ham, and country potatoes and sat at a table to eat. A morning news show played on the huge TV. They were talking about the protesters at the pipeline.
At the bottom of the screen was a news feed about increasing tremors outside of Rheydt, Germany.
“Crazy, huh?” the guy next to me said. “I was thinking of putting some money together to send some supplies to the protestors.”
“I wouldn’t. It’s just perpetuating the need for the oil line. If the protestors really wanted to stop the pipeline, they would abandon their cars and their consumerism. If people stopped buying too much and using their cars daily or even weekly, we wouldn’t need so much oil.”
The guy gave me a disbelieving look. “Do you really think that’s the solution?”
“No. I think less people is the real solution.”
“What do you suggest? The Purge becomes a reality?”
“I’m not suggesting anything. I’m only pointing out that those protests are pointless. Most of the people traveled from distant places, using more fuel than normal to get there. The protest just puts more strain on the supply and demand system they are protesting. Sending them goods, like everyone wants to do, will only add to that demand.”
He shook his head, picked up his empty tray, and walked away. I was used to that. I didn’t think like other people did. My heart didn’t automatically bleed for causes. I was too busy asking myself why a cause was needed in the first place.
Ignoring the protestors on the screen, I read the newsfeed about the earthquakes. The tremors began just after ten a.m. in Germany.
“Two hours ago,” I said softly. The tremors started at a 2.1 magnitude that had increased to 3.9 already. Officials were saying the tremors occasionally occurred due to the Garzweiler mine, some miles south of the town. That was something I could relate to. Residences on the outskirts of Oklahoma City, where I grew up, often felt tremors because of fracking.