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A P O C A L Y P S E

MICHAEL GRANT

A P O C A L Y P S E

NEW YORK

First published in the United Kingdom by Egmont UK Limited, 2014

First published in the United States of America by Egmont USA, 2014

443 Park Avenue South, Suite 806

New York, NY 10016

Copyright © The Shadow Gang, 2014

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a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic,

mechanical, photocopying, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the

publisher and copyright owner.

For Katherine, Jake, and Julia

A P O C A L Y P S E

ONE

Sandra Piper was having dinner with friends when it started.

She was eating chilled lobster on the teak deck of a producer

friend’s Malibu home, along with a former costar named Wade Talon

(a ridiculous screen name in Sandra’s opinion), her current director

(Quentin—no last name necessary), a very rich and rather magnifi-

cently tattooed woman named Lystra Reid who had an odd vocal tic

that added “Yeah” to random sentences, and an extraordinarily fit,

tall, and broad-shouldered man whose name she kept forgetting but

who might have been named Noble, or something very close to that.

The Noble creature was listening, rapt, while the more famous

folk discussed work and mutual friends and more work. In fact, in

one way or another it was all work.

Sandra had been nominated: Best Actress. Very tough competi-

tion. The oddsmakers called her a long shot at six to one. Long but not

impossible. And despite the fact that Sandra Piper was a mother of

two, a down-to-earth thirtyish woman with a masters in economics

who had smoked pot exactly twice in her life and never drank more

than two glasses of wine, she was thinking of seducing young Mr.

Shoulders. Mr. Shy Grin. Mr. Large-But-Sensitive Hands.

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Because he was definitely interested, and she had been divorced

for two years and had dated no one in that time. And she was

exhausted from long days on the current shoot, plus her son, Quarle

(three years old), had just gotten over a two-week-long bout of flu.

And really, what the hell was the point of being America’s Sweet-

heart if you couldn’t even get laid? Would a male actor in the same

situation even hesitate? Well, some, sure. But lots wouldn’t. So why

should she? Wasn’t that why Quentin had invited Noble . . . ? No,

wait, now she remembered. His name was Nolan. Whatever. Wasn’t

he there for her, um . . . amusement?

Unless.
Oh, had he come with the Lystra person? Was he here

for
her
? She would be closer to his age, not a beauty but attractive

enough, given that she was not Hollywood at all but some sort of

health-care billionaire.

No. No, young Mr. Body of Steel was not eyeing Lystra. He was

eyeing the next winner of the Academy Award for Best Actress.
Uh-

huh.

But the idea sighed inside her and deflated like a balloon with

a slow leak. She shook her head, a tiny movement not intended for

anyone else, and took a deep breath. She had to help Quinn (seven

years old) with her stupid California Mission project, due tomorrow.

God, she was boring. Boring and responsible and definitely

America’s Sweetheart, except that when it came right down to it, she

was Mommy.

Suddenly her hand jerked and she tipped her wineglass over. The

last ounce of white wine drained onto the wood surface, alarming no

one.

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“Sorry. I just——”

Sandra frowned. Shook her head.

“What’s the matter, Sandy?” Wade asked.

“I’m just . . .” She shook her head again. Frowned, despite the

fact that frowning would crease her ageless forehead. “Oh my God, is

there something in the wine? I’m . . . I’m seeing something.”

Nolan looked at her from beneath lashes that would probably

have tickled her cheeks (and other places, too, if she’d just said the

word) and asked, “Are you feeling ill?”

“It’s . . .” She laughed. “This is going to sound crazy. It’s like I can

see something that isn’t there. I’m . . .” She looked away from them,

stared out toward the black Pacific Ocean, wondering if somehow

what she was seeing was a reflection off the wineglasses.

But no. It was still there. It was as if she had a second set of eyes,

and they opened onto a small TV screen in a corner of her
own
eyes.

“I’m seeing, like, like . . . just flat, but weird.” Then, a sudden,

sharp gasp. “Oh my God, a second one. Like another window in my

head.”

“Maybe you should lie down,” Nolan suggested.

“Or have another glass of wine,” Quentin said, and laughed. But

now he, too, was staring at her sideways, with concern on his face.

“There’s two . . . Oh! Oh! Oh! There’s a giant insect. I’m going

nuts. Maybe I’m having a stroke.”

“I’m calling nine one one,” Nolan said, and pulled out his phone.

“Jesus Christ! It’s a huge bug. I can see it! It’s turning, it’s coming

toward me. . . . Oh, oh God, I think I’m moving it! I think I’m making

it move!”

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She pushed back hard from the table. Glassware clattered and

toppled. Wade leapt to his feet and caught her arm as she lurched

away from the table.

“It has eyes! It has eyes! Oh, God. Oh, God. My face! My eyes!

Those are
my
eyes!”

She pushed Wade aside violently, then, abashed, shocked by her

own behavior, she tried on a fleeting smile, reached out a reassuring

hand and said, “I think I need help. I think I’d better see a doctor.”

“That would be best,” Lystra Reid said coolly, then added, as if

an afterthought, “Yeah.” She had moved to place her back against the

railing and was watching with detached interest. At least she wasn’t

taking a picture to tweet later.

“Ambulance is on the way,” Nolan reported.

And Sandra thought,
Well, he certainly won’t sleep with me now
.

But that thought came and left in a heartbeat, because something else

was happening on that eerie picture-in-picture view in her head. She

was seeing a falling drop of liquid that must have been a million gal-

lons. It was far bigger than the terrifying bugs with her face smeared

across them, her eyes; those nightmare insects with
her own damned

eyes
.

The drop landed. It swept around the two bugs, engulfing them.

And instantly it began to eat away those insect legs. It chewed burn-

ing holes into those insect carapaces. It burned away those distorted

reflections of her own face like an old-time filmstrip jammed in a

projector that bubbles and caramelizes and is gone.

The picture frames in her head blinked out.

They were gone as fast as they had come.

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Sandra stood now, seeing only through her own eyes, seeing only

what was real.

She laughed. “Hah-hah-hah-hah. Hahahahahahahah!”

And then she screamed. “Ahhhh! Aaaaaahhhh! You’re devils!

Devils!”

Nolan moved to grab her because she was climbing awkwardly

onto the table. She slipped, skinned her knee against the edge, stared

down at the blood, and shrieked, shrieked like a mad thing.

She snatched up a knife. Not a very big knife, just a dinner knife

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