Ex-Patriots: A Novel (Ex-Heroes)
Peter Clines
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 0804136599
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The second novel in Peter Clines' bestselling Ex series.
It's been two years since the plague of ex-humans decimated mankind. Two years since the superheroes St. George, Cerberus, Zzzap, and Stealth gathered Los Angeles’s survivors behind the walls of their fortress, the Mount.
Since then, the heroes have been fighting to give the Mount’s citizens hope, and something like a real life. But now supplies are growing scarce, the zombies are pressing in . . . and the heroes are wondering how much longer they can hold out.
Then hope arrives in the form of a surviving US Army battalion--and not just any battalion. The men and women of the Army's Project Krypton survived the outbreak because they are super-soldiers, created before mankind's fall to be better, stronger, faster than normal humans--and their secure base in Arizona beckons as a much needed refuge for the beleaguered heroes and their charges.
But a dark secret lies at the heart of Project Krypton, and those behind it wield an awesome and terrifying power.
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Nemesis (Resident Evil, Book 5)
United States of the Dead (White Flag of the Dead, Book 4)
Beyond Exile (Day by Day Armageddon, Book 2)
barked Danielle Morris from inside the armor. She had the suit in public address mode and her voice echoed across the corner. Freedom fired three more bursts into the horde. The Cerberus Battlesuit wouldn’t’ve been his first choice for backup. It was powerful, but it no longer had ranged weapons. It was also too big and heavy for the platform on top of the Big Wall. “You’re the second line,” he told her. “If anything gets past us, it’s yours.” Legion took that moment to send another ex
steps behind him. “Thanks for the assist, boss,” Makana said to St. George, and then added a nod to Freedom that made his dreadlocks swing. “Bosses. Didn’t think he’d have so many bodies ready to move that fast.” Captain Freedom gazed down at the exes. “Helmets,” he said. “This is new.” Stealth looked at the guards, then turned her head to Freedom. “How much ammunition was expended in this assault?” “Most of it,” said Makana. He glanced at the other guards. They added shrugs and nods. “I’ve
She glanced past him and raised her voice. “Danny, watch your back.” They all turned. A blond ex wearing stained sweats and a tank top had worked its way across the road. Lee and Al stepped forward as the dead thing bit down on Danny’s shoulder. His chain mail blunted the rotted teeth. He yelped and twisted back. The dead woman stumbled after him, its teeth chattering. He gave it a shove and it snapped at his fingers. “The chain mail works,” deadpanned Al. “Hell, yeah,” stammered Danny. He
your defenses with troops, weapons, whatever you need that we can supply.” Stealth still hadn’t moved. “What do you propose?” Something tugged at Danielle’s leg as Smith replied. Barry gave her a look. She bent her head to his. “What?” “Seriously,” he said. “This guy?” “What about him?” “You and him? He looks like he’s barely out of high school and he acts like Burke in Aliens.” Her lips pulled into a faint smile. “It was convenient, I guess,” she said. “We barely had anything in common,
echoed through the warehouse-sized room. The rolling tables and racks had been wheeled away. In their place, a single chair sat centered under the cleanest skylight. St. George sat in the chair. His leather jacket had been tossed aside on one of the tables, revealing the cherry-red tank top that still made summer in Los Angeles feel too hot. He looked at the crowd, then at the handful of people who stood around his chair. Jarvis tucked a sturdy hacksaw under his arm and clapped his hands. “All
