Nicola Fitzsimmons

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Something bobs to the surface next to me. It looks like a piece of plastic at first, but when I pick it up, it’s soft and slippery. I scream, dropping it when I realize it’s skin. All around me are pieces of skin and muscle and bone and viscera. Everyone is dead. And I’m alone.
Nicola Fitzsimmons
Jesus
Chosen Ones (The Chosen Ones, #1)
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