The Artful by Wilbert Stanton(Shadows of the City #1)
Published by: Curiosity Quills Press
Publication date: May 27th 2014
Genres: Post-Apocalyptic,
Synopsis:
New
York City, 2025: Everything is changed. The city that never sleeps is
now a land of death and decay. A rampant virus has taken over and
the survivors have become carriers, quarantined from the rest of the
world.
Twist and Dodger grew up in the streets, the sewers and underground tunnels – their playground. They aren’t heroes. They just like attention; and stealing meds from the rich and giving them to the poor is their golden ticket.
On their latest raid, they unknowingly steal a cure that puts them square between the ailing Emperor of Manhattan and the war hungry Governor of Brooklyn and forces them on a quest into the darkest shadows of their putrefying world.
Twist and Dodger grew up in the streets, the sewers and underground tunnels – their playground. They aren’t heroes. They just like attention; and stealing meds from the rich and giving them to the poor is their golden ticket.
On their latest raid, they unknowingly steal a cure that puts them square between the ailing Emperor of Manhattan and the war hungry Governor of Brooklyn and forces them on a quest into the darkest shadows of their putrefying world.
We didn’t speak anymore for a time,
just walked in silence. Every other block we stumbled upon some sort
of savagery. Bloodstained walls or half-eaten body parts. There was a
moment I thought I would get used to it. If I saw enough of it, it
wouldn’t bother me. I had to man up, after all. Here I was, acting
like a child in the care of his babysitter. This wasn’t how I
wanted our trip to go; I was sick of being a sidekick. I had to step
up. So I straightened, shoulders out firm and head held high and sped
up, trying to match Gia’s pace.
Until we turned a corner and all my
resolve was thrown out the window. We ran into two bare-chested men
in tattered jeans. One had a shaven head, rings stretched his
earlobes, big enough for a finger to fit through, and a number of
piercings along his lips, tattoos sloppily etched into his back and
arms. The other was a bit smaller. He wore tight jeans and combat
boots. His hair was a mess of knots and tangles, a thick beard
covered most of his face, and he had a number of tattoos as well.
They crouched down low, over the remains of a naked woman. Bits and
pieces of flesh were gone from her face and neck. Her stomach was a
gaping hole of blood and gore as they used their hands to spoon her
insides into their mouths. Even though Gia held up her hand in
silence, I puked, unable to help myself. They turned toward us, their
carnivorous smiles and filed down teeth reminding me of a shark.
Gia turned toward me, her earlier
confidence escaping with the color in her skin. “Oh, crap. Run!”
She grabbed my arm and pulled me as I let loose the last of my
breakfast.
“We got some fresh meat, boys!” The
words seemed to chase us down the street. I ventured a look over my
shoulder to see them giving chase, laughing and throwing bits of
human meat at us.
“Come and get it!” shouted the
other. “Dinner time!”
“We’ll feast on the boy for dinner
and have the girl for play!” His voice was dry and frightening.
“Then eat her for breakfast.”
“And play with her some more!” They
laughed wildly. This was a game to them. We were sport. They didn’t
view us as people, only things to be played with and eaten. We
can’t get caught, we can’t get caught.
I would have killed Gia and myself before they caught us. We ran down
a street and another, turned corner after corner and couldn’t lose
them. They remained on our heels like vicious dogs. Before long, I
realized we were just going in circles. Gia was panicked and no
longer knew where we were going, I had to act before―
A woman stepped out from around a
corner. Her face was heavily pierced. Blonde pigtails fell about her
slender shoulders. She wore a school girl outfit. Her skirt was
stained with blood, and her legs were covered in scabs. Pigtails
wobbled as she tilted her head, flashing a sinister smile filled with
shark-like teeth. The baseball bat held loosely at her side glistened
with semidry blood. She snarled like a feral beast as we skidded to a
halt.
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AUTHOR BIO
Wilbert
Stanton was born and raised in New York City. From an early age,
Wilbert decided he would either write books or take over the
world; everything else was just a precursor to his end game.
Along the way, he has studied Psychology, English, and Computer Science. He’s held jobs in a wide range of fields and met people from all walks of life. Wilbert is constantly learning and growing as a person, in order to solidify his dreams.
In the end world domination was a bit tedious, so he decided to focus on writing books.
Along the way, he has studied Psychology, English, and Computer Science. He’s held jobs in a wide range of fields and met people from all walks of life. Wilbert is constantly learning and growing as a person, in order to solidify his dreams.
In the end world domination was a bit tedious, so he decided to focus on writing books.
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