Positive
David Wellington
Language: English
Pages: 313
ISBN: 0062315390
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The acclaimed author of Chimera and The Hydra Protocol delivers his spectacular breakout novel—an entertaining, page-turning zombie epic that is sure to become a classic
Anyone can be positive . . .
Years after a plague killed 99 percent of the population, turning them into infectious zombies, Finnegan and his family live in a barricaded New York City, safe from danger. But Finn's sheltered life fractures when his unsuspecting mother falls sick with the zombie disease—latent inside her since before her son's birth.
Finn, too, can be infected. At any time, the zombie virus could explode in his body, turning him from a rational human into a ravenous monster. If he remains healthy for the last two years of the potential incubation period, he'll be cleared. Until then, he must be moved to a special facility for positives, segregated to keep the healthy population safe.
Tattooed with a plus sign on his hand that marks him as a positive, Finn is exiled from the city. But when marauders kill the escort sent to transport him, Finn must learn how to survive alone in an eerie, disintegrated landscape. To make it to safety, he must embark on a perilous cross-country journey across an America transformed—a dark and deadly land populated with unlikely heroes, depraved villains, murderous madmen, and hordes of ravenous zombies. And though the zombies are everywhere, Finn discovers that the real danger is his fellow humans.
A compelling coming-of-age story and riveting tale of suspense filled with unforgettable characters and explosive action, Positive is an electrifying thriller that raises thoughtful questions about our own humanity.
Apocalypse (The Wasteland Chronicles, Book 1)
The Sea-Quel (My Big Fat Zombie Goldfish, Book 2)
Fire & Ash (Benny Imura, Book 4)
The Year's Work at the Zombie Research Center
chance to make lives for ourselves. We deserve better. We deserve a chance.” I explained very carefully how I was going to try to make that happen. They listened but said nothing. I hadn’t expected them to. The whole time, overhead in the catwalks, the guards looked down at us, rifles in their hands. Watching me go about my business. CHAPTER 89 In the morning the work sheds stood empty. The mud around them was deserted. A few positives were out by the stores or the latrine pits, but almost
I said. “There have to be farmhouses, stores—something. Macky, I want you to get together two more groups. Pick �people who are sharp, you know, the kind who’ll keep their eyes open. Send one north, one south to look for any sign of houses. There’ll be canned food there, stuff we can still eat.” Something caught my eye, and I looked at the fields again. Most of the overgrowth was just green, ragged and dusty and distinctly nonedible. But here and there I saw stands of golden tassels blowing in
Had I pushed him too far finally? I thought maybe he might just shoot me right there, just to shut me up. Instead he opened his door and leaned one leg out as if he was going to jump out and check the tires or something. Before he stepped out of the vehicle, though, he reached over and grabbed a big handful of my hair and dragged me out with him, dragged me across the driver’s seat and out into the cold air outside the car. It hurt, but I was suddenly so afraid I couldn’t feel much pain. He
for that. I couldn’t have borne it if he had looked up at me, if he had begged me for help. Once the dogs were clear, the guard opened fire with an assault rifle. It sounded like a machine was driving nails into a bowl of wet plaster. Blood and chips of bone leaped out of the dying positive’s body and then he dropped to the mud, his arms curling across his chest. Another salvo tore open his skull and then he was dead, definitely dead. More merciful, I suppose, than letting the dogs have their
creepy—everything was in the wrong place, the shelters clumped in strange patterns. They had a well for fresh water, right in the middle of their camp. It added up to make me feel like all of reality had been strangely twisted. That, or I was just afraid of being caught. Kylie led me to a shelter near the wall. “This is where the sick women go,” she said. We saw no one on our way there, but when we arrived, I was shocked to see a little light coming from inside. I glanced through a crack
