By John Marsden
When Ellie and her associates cross tenting, they've got no notion they are leaving their previous lives in the back of without end. regardless of a less-than-tragic nutrition scarcity and a mystery weigh down or , every thing is going as deliberate. yet every week later, they go back domestic to discover their homes empty and their pets ravenous. whatever has long gone wrong--horribly unsuitable. prior to lengthy, they discover the rustic has been invaded, and the total city has been captured--including their households and all their friends.
Ellie and the opposite survivors face an very unlikely choice: they could flee for the mountains or hand over. Or they could fight.
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