Wastelands 2: More Stories of the Apocalypse
John Joseph Adams
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IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT...
For decades, the apocalypse and its aftermath have yielded some of the most exciting short stories of all time. From David Brin’s seminal “The Postman” to Hugh Howey’s “Deep Blood Kettle” and Tananarive Due’s prescient “Patient Zero,” the end of the world continues to thrill.
This companion volume to the critically acclaimed WASTELANDS offers thirty of the finest examples of post-apocalyptic short fiction, with works by:
Orson Scott Card
Toiya Kristen Finley
Milo James Fowler
Maria Dahvana Headley
Keffy R. M. Kehrli
Joe R. Lansdale
George R. R. Martin
Maureen F. McHugh
D. Thomas Minton
Rudy Rucker & Bruce Sterling
James Van Pelt
Award-winning editor John Joseph Adams has once again assembled a who’s who of short fiction, and the result is nothing short of mind-blowing.
bunk, her back to me, as always. She had not moved. I turned back to the reflection. I could hardly see the outline of myself, just Rae’s face smiling out of that cloud. “Rae,” I whispered, “is that you?” “Come on, Daddy,” said the mouth in the mirror, “that’s a stupid question. Of course it’s me.” “But… You’re… you’re…” “Dead?” “Yes… Did… did it hurt much?” She cackled so loudly the mirror shook. I could feel the hairs on my neck rising. I thought for sure Mary would wake up, but she
expeditions proved fruitful. There are more than two hundred people in town now, most of them people that Winters brought in. It’s a real town, too. We have electricity and a library, and plenty of food. And a doctor—a real doctor that Winters found a hundred miles from here. We got so prosperous that the Sons of the Blast heard about us and came back for a little fun. Winters had his militia beat them off and hunt down the ones who tried to escape. Nobody but the old commune people remember
“Then they rebound instantly, forming brand-new particles of matter, and seeding the next cycle of the twelve-dimensional cosmos.” She spread her two hands violently, to illustrate. “Our former bodies will expand to the size of galactic superclusters.” Angelo was eyeing her. “I hope our bodies overlap.” He wore a shy, eager smile. “Given what you and I know, Rabbiteen, we might as well be the last man and woman on Earth.” He laid his hand on her thigh, but not too far up. “I’ve thought that
lame version of so we meet at last. “Is it like your place?” “Pretty much.” “This is the sketch book I was telling you about. I’m almost out of pages. But I like this one—” I broke off, conscious that he was studying me, not the book. “Do I look… different than you expected?” It was an issue for some people that my father was a different color than my mother. Fervently I hoped that wouldn’t be the case for Austin; he shook his head quickly, eyes dropping to the floor and then back to mine
Arek called me father, and I was not his father. But he came from Hilde’s body; she gave her life to give him breath, and loved him, ugly and misshapen as he was, as she held him to her empty breasts while her heart pushed the last few liters of blood through her worn-out body. Not a drop of pap came from her into his mouth. He had already sucked her dry. But for that moment she loved him. And for her sake—and for his, at first, I will be honest here—I tried to treat him well, to teach him and