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CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE
The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything...
 
"Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." 

Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. 

I haven't a clue who I am. 
 
Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall?
 
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Clone Chronicles

I'm surprised we're not moving off immediately, following Ande as he makes his way to the sleeping car. He gestures for me to join him, Beckett and the dog at my side. I hadn't noticed they came with me. I feel the glares and stares of Ande's people, but he ignores them, dishing out three big bowls of stew for us before filling a fourth for the dog, offering his glossy fur a gentle pat as Ande sits to eat.


"Have to w-w-wait for daylight," he says as if knowing exactly the question I'm about to ask. "As m-m-much as I can't wait, we need to. No idea what's out there, r-r-right?"


"What about the Crawlers?" I sample the stew and find it delicious. "Won't they follow?"


Ande flicks his fingers at me like he's shooing an ant. "No w-w-way they can catch my t-t-train." He winks before going on. "Chime's s-s-sending a few crew over the barrier to m-m-make s-s-sure there's track at least."


Beckett grunts over his stew. "She should do it herself," he grumbles.


Chapter 52: Rest Stop