Ratz by Peter Edgell (most interesting books to read .TXT) 📖

time and carried on South past Gibraltar. The island stood like an Olympic torch, a single flame.

Our plan was simple. The further South we travelled, the more it crystallized and the better it seemed. It was logical. The cities were always the starting points. Then the Ratz spread out. Behind the coastal region of North West Africa lay desert. We figured why would they bother with it? There was nothing there for them. Johnson had shrugged her shoulders then and sighed.
"Who knows what they want? All we've seen so far is destruction."
We were right. There was nothing for them. The desert had reached there before any of us. It had come racing in, fantastic sand storms running before the atomic winds. The city of Tangier had all but disappeared. There were no signs of life. Worse still, no bodies. Nothing to show that humans had been there apart from the roofs of a few isolated buildings peeping above the sand and a single piece of shallow twisted humour. A red car lay wrecked next to one of these roofs, its back broken, its front grill a sour grin. A testament to a new legend. The failed history of Mankind.

I was the first to break down.
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Publication Date: 07-29-2011

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Dedication:
To Jodie Northcott, for giving me this opportunity.