Source: provided by the author for an honest review
Date read: May 16, 2014
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The end does not come with a whisper, but with a big bang.Thoughts on The Remnant: Into the Collision: I love a good apocalyptic tale. One where very bad things happen to otherwise good people just because. I must say, this book delivered on that.
It has been months coming and it is finally here. Astrologers have predicted that the meteors aren't going to hit. But that fact doesn’t help much for the fear filled panic that floods the streets worldwide in the weeks leading to the catastrophic boom.
Forced out of his home by the chaos and rioting, Byron Russo finds himself on the run. All of the survival horror novels that he has read tell him to stock up and lay low. In the process of raiding supplies at a local grocery store Byron bands together with an unlikely cast of characters.
But surviving the panic is the least of their worries. After hunkering down at the Templeton Factory where Byron works, the worst has only begun.
The meteor shower strikes the moon, shifting it off its natural axes. The moon is larger. The floods have started. Plant life is dying. And the oxygen levels are changing.
No one can breathe.
With the use of the factory supplies will Byron and his new friends survive the new world, or will they fall to a much darker element that lurks in their own backyard?
When the world falls apart, Byron is well on his way to joining most everyone else. He doesn't have more than a flimsy plan to hide out at his work and he's been holed up in his house long enough he has NO CLUE what's been going on in the world in the weeks before the meteors arrive. A lucky run-in with a small group helps him survive the first wave of panic. Or maybe it's the second. One could argue the first wave started when he was sitting on his couch in a stupor watching everything happen on TV.
The point is he finds a place with the motley group of survivors. Although they survive what happens, there's little more than slow death waiting for them as oxygen levels decrease and bad, bad men take to the streets.
Honestly, as much as I love the actual apocalyptic side of stories like this, it's the slow decline of the survivors' mental states that fascinates me. They all deal with what's happened in different ways. They grieve and fall apart and then try to pull themselves back together. Some don't manage it. Some don't bother trying at all.
And that's when the fun begins. You know, if you measure fun by how batshitcrazy! people can be. Apocalypse!YAY! *ahem* Right. I like the chaos. It works for me.