Spin-off of the Father of Contention series
Paranormal Thriller, Science Fiction, Horror
Date Published: 11-14-2023
Brigita Nowak has only ever wanted one thing—her freedom. Labelled psychotic and committed to a mental institution at seventeen, she missed the chance of a “normal” life. She never held a job, owned her own place, or experienced love. Until now.
After awakening sprawled on the common room floor—the hospital in ruins, the staff and patients missing—she realizes it’s her chance to escape. Seeking sanctuary with her sister, she meets “the boyfriend” Renner Scholz, a vile yet brilliant geneticist. He has developed a bioweapon, the Code of Reanimation, destined to destroy the world. Or so Brigita believes. She’s been seeing zombie hallucinations as of late, a sure premonition of the highly contagious bioweapon getting out of hand. Why the connection? Because the bioweapon reanimates dead organisms into bloodthirsty killing machines.
Brigita has typically experienced death-based hallucinations, blamed on her mental illness. She, however, always felt they were psychic premonitions. Convinced that Renner intends to release the bioweapon at a public fundraising event, she teams up with a handsome love interest to thwart the catastrophe. But, as Brigita’s visions kick into hyperdrive and timelines blur, she must determine which events are based on reality or delusional constructs of her subconscious mind...
before it’s too late.
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About the Author
Lanie Mores is the award-winning author of the science fiction and fantasy book series, Father of Contention. She has an Honours Bachelor of Science Degree, a Masters Degree in Clinical Psychology, and she is an active member of the Canadian Authors Association. When she isn't writing, you'll find her reading, binge-watching Netflix, baking, and slaughtering zombies and other monsters on her Xbox. She lives in Ontario with her family and forever barking fur babies, Batman and Petri.
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Brigita’s blood boiled. Never had she detested someone so
strongly—especially in such a short time. They travelled the rest of the
distance in heated silence. After Renner decelerated in front of the apartment
building, Brigita burst out of the car and dashed up the stairs, ecstatic to be
free of his company… but he had other plans. He parked the car and killed the
engine.
Drawing uncomfortably close behind her as she fumbled with
the lock, he pushed her inside the instant the door opened. After stepping
inside, he locked the door behind them.
“Where’s your medication?” he demanded, face grim,
immovable.
Fear caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end. “I was
planning on taking it at night. It makes me groggy,” she stammered.
“You’re taking it now.”
“But I don’t want to!”
“Brigita, I can stay here all day, if you’d like. I won’t
leave until you oblige.”
Was he telling the truth? If she took her dose, would he
leave? Or would he stay, her rendered weak and controllable by the
medication?
After considerable thought, she went to the bathroom and
returned with her pill bottle. Renner read the label, nodded, then poured two
pills from the container onto his palm. Passing them to Brigita, she
dry-swallowed them, acquiescing to another day of being weakened against the
evil forces, unable to see them and protect her or Milena from their
tricks.
Done taking her meds, she waited for Renner to leave, but he
plunked down on the living room sofa, crossed his long, athletic legs on the
coffee table, and clicked on the television.
Panic fluttered in her chest like a wild bird trapped in an
attic. Escaping to the spare bedroom, she barricaded the door with a wooden
bookcase. A sensation washed over her—déjà vu—yet it wasn’t her, but a bruised
and beaten Milena barricading the door in a parallel situation. Foreshadowing?
Strangely, this felt like it had already come to pass. Which made no sense, but
her mind had grown fuzzy as grogginess swiftly crept in. The meds doing their
job.
Would she be safe inside her room until Milena returned from
work? She sure hoped so because her eyes were refusing to stay open, leaving
her defenseless.
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