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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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I can feel Solo's fear from where I stand, as I turn back and face her. I'm fearless myself, though Beckett jerks on my arm, the dog barking at me. Crawlers whip by like tossed dolls, ricocheting from the armored SUV as it mounts the curb and flies toward Solo, only feet from me.


Solo turns, I lose sight of her as Beckett pulls on me, finally moving me back. The SUV continues its path on a wobbly angle, taking out more Crawlers as it ploughs up the sidewalk, the steps and crashes into the glass doors of the building where it finally comes to a jarring halt.


The entire vehicle shudders, green ichor running from it as it seems to gasp. And dies.


Chapter 111: Augmented