Book #1 in The Children of the Mountains series.
There’s only one place left that’s safe.
It’s the last place you should be.
Gabriel remembers the Last Day. He and Mags had been on a tour of the White House with the rest of Miss Kimble’s first-graders when it happened. They fled with the President to a long-abandoned bunker, even as the first of the bombs began to fall.
Ten years have passed, and now Gabriel is almost grown. He still lives deep inside the mountain, waiting for the world to thaw. But outside the storms continue to rage, and supplies are running low. The President says it will be okay, because they are the Chosen Ones. But Gabriel isn’t so sure. Gabriel’s their scavenger, and he’s seen what it’s like out there.
Then one day Gabriel finds a bloodstained map. The blood’s not a problem, nor are the frozen remains of the person it once belonged to. Gabriel’s used to seeing dead bodies. There’s far worse to be found in any Walmart or Piggly Wiggly you care to wander into.
Except this one he recognizes, and it shouldn’t be all the way out here. Now all Gabriel can think is how he’s going to make it back to the bunker and let the President know what he’s found.
But Gabriel’s troubles are only just beginning. For things are not as they seem inside the mountain, and soon he will face a much larger problem: how to get Mags and the others out.
(Please note there is some…errr… “colourful” language in the following review!)
I think I’m being pranked.
Because I’m looking at reviews and ratings by other people of this book and they are all 4 to 5 stars. And all I can think, is that you guys have a taste for garbage. You enjoy the three day old banana peel sitting at the top of the trash can. When no one is looking, you’re snacking on moldy bread that fell on the floor beside the trash can that someone was too lazy to pick up and throw away properly.
This book is that trash can. A massive heap of garbage.
I mean, the only way you could have possibly liked this is if you don’t read a lot of post-apocalyptic/sci-fi books. The best sci-fi, has actual plausible science in it, at least partially.
This? I think the author was just pulling literal shit out of his ass and building a shoddy story out of it. I mean, did he even research how a virus works? Because from the sounds of it, he meant a bacteria but couldn’t be bothered with that much further thought about his world ending abomination.
“The iron in our blood was the main example, she said, but there was also zinc, copper, manganese, chromium and a host of others with names that were hard to pronounce and even harder to remember. That was why the virus didn’t just attack things, like cars and trucks and bridges and buildings. It could infect us too.”
To further explain this imaginary virus, it is spread by hand to hand contact. It doesn’t travel very well via the air, this is all per author. So I ask you, just how could it spread SO quickly as to engulf all the metal in the world along with all the people and animals? If it requires hand to hand contact, how the flying fuck are all the animals dead? Have you ever tried to pet a wild deer or bear? No? That’s because they generally run the fuck away. Sure, bombs were dropped in certain places from the sounds of it, it’s not like the land was riddled with them. It’s never mentioned whether those bombs were atomic or nuclear. If it was nuclear, whole other realm of problems with this book as well but since I’m not sure about that one, I’ll leave it alone.
Hand to hand contact. Skin contact. The only plausible way for a virus to transfer via skin contact is if there is an open wound. Your skin is your biggest immunity as it prevents things from entering your body. That is literally, it’s entire fucking purpose. The only way around this is if you take this wild metal eating virus theory and say that the virus consumes the DNA in your skin. Except again, that is not how a virus works. Fucking google it. Bacteria yes, virus no.
Secondly, a 16 year old virgin girl, being drugged and raped would not not have any idea what was going on. Because you might not have a vagina, let me inform you: your vagina feels massively different after your first time having sex. She would have been sore most likely for days, and not being an idiot, would not think that she had somehow immaculately conceived.
Third, all, I mean all of the characters sucked. In the end, I hope every single one of them dies because if that is what the world was left with, boring one dimensional human beings, then fucking become extinct already.
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