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The blue joy is calling... but can Fresco survive it?

"Do you know what happened to you?" Joey's voice broke a little. Fresco shook his head. The kid nodded, like it was no big surprise." Yeah, me either. No one seems to. We just have normal lives, you know? Then suddenly you wake up with this thing eating into you," he swallowed hard, "and that's it. The rest is Wasteland."

Seventeen-year-old Fresco Conte is an ordinary All-American kid from an upper middle-class family. He plays football. His girlfriend is a cheerleader. Life is good. Until unexplained things, scary things, start to take him over. Like surviving an accident that should have killed him. Or hearing the thoughts of the people around him whether he wants to or not.
 
When the men in the dark blue coveralls come for him, Fresco is forced into addiction to the blue joy known as Wasteland and set free on the street, with no answers and only his hunger to keep him company.

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Fresco's frantic mind leaped into action as three Garbagemen in their coveralls and ball caps emerged from the darkness. He recognized the leader. Strom grinned at him, that same grin he remembered from the back of the van the night they took him away. His eyes glowed as blue as Daniel's. Fresco felt the power coming from him.


He was right, after all. The Garbagemen were just like them.


"It's over, kid," Strom said, gentle voice and handsome face disarming. "Time to come home, now." He held out his large hand to Fresco, his wide shouldered body calm and still. He seemed completely at ease.


Fresco decided he needed to give the Garbageman something to worry about.


He gathered himself as he felt around the warehouse. Three more of the blue-clad soldiers closed in from behind. Fresco had only moments to act before he was surrounded, and it was too late. He focused his attention on Strom and lashed out with all the fury he was holding in.


Chapter 34: Garbagemen