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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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Diamond City Trilogy

The sound of the waves against the side of the wooden pier was soothing. Fresco found himself lost in the irregular slosh and sigh of it from time to time, his mind taking what rest it could get while his tensed body waited.


Daniel's mind flickered over his yet again.


Fresco tried to temper his annoyance. Clear.


They took the bait and were waiting, well hidden but spread thin around the old decrepit boat launch. Dark shapes of abandoned ships bobbed in the water, their cumbersome shadows silky smooth and mesmerizing. Fresco found his eyes drifting to them as they got caught up in his peripheral vision and had to drag himself back to focus on the concrete slab below.


In the near distance, a boat horn echoed through the dark, chugging its way seaward from a working pier. Still no sign of the Garbagemen, though the crowd of sugarpops had been growing for about an hour.


Chapter 101: Taking The Bait