The End is Now (The Apocalypse Triptych, #2)

by John Joseph Adams

Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.

Apocalypse did not come with a bang, but slowly, as an irresistible downward spiral.

“I can show you willow bark. It’s got salicylic acid in it. That’s a component of aspirin. Horehound, though that grows at lower elevations. Soothes coughs. There’s a lichen called old man’s beard that’s supposed to be an antiviral,

At least if we’re lucky, once we recover, I expect the anti-vaxxer fad will have run its course for good.

“For the last two days,” she said, “all I’ve thought about is what a mistake all this was.” She closed her eyes. “Completely pointless. All for nothing.” “That is life,”