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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 turn to see the rest of the Crawlers are dead, but that doesn't matter, nothing matters, not while my friends circle around the body of fallen Vander, his empty eyes looking upward toward nothing.


And the anger shatters into a million pieces, the calm still holding me close, gently, as though to protect me from myself and the fact he's dead and it's my fault.


I crouch next to him, touching his pale skin with my hands, calling him to me, to heal him as I did the buck. But he's gone, his spirit flying and I can only hope he's found Gault again in this world, and that I can save him in the next one.


None of us speaks when I rise and leave the wind behind, the coolness of the air for the still and quiet interior. The elevator waits for us, and this time when I press the button for 79 it dings, the steel doors sliding softly shut.


Chapter 119: Last Battle