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The End of the Road by Anna Legat

The fight for survival has begun

All-out war spins out of control, and it doesn’t discriminate. Governments fall, continents are obliterated, deadly viruses consume everything in their path, and what’s left of humanity is on the run. Caught in this global refugee crisis are a few unlikely survivors. 

Tony, a philandering London lawyer, escapes the doomed city and his own murky past as he evacuates to the continent. 

A hapless flock of Belgian nuns prays for a miracle as they watch their city turn to rubble. 

Bella, a na├»ve teenager, thinks she is going on holiday when her father drags her across the globe to New Zealand. 

Reggie, a loyal employee of a mining corporation, guards a hoard of diamonds in the African plains, fending off desperate looters. 

Alyosha, a nuclear scientist, has been looking for the God-particle in Siberia, but now the world is at an end, he wishes to return home to Chernobyl. 

A pair of orphaned children are cowering in the Tatra Mountains, fearing the sky will fall in on them. 

Will they find an escape route before it is too late? Or are they doomed to fail?

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The End of the Road: Reggie, Drakensburg

They both know that something is not right. In the last four to five hours of their relentless trek, they have not seen a single bird flying overhead, nor heard a single sound. 
“We almost there,” the youth says out loud, not so much to inform Reggie as to assure himself that he is on the right track. Only it does not seem that he is. By now, the kids from the village would be heard kicking a ball and bickering over who is to go in goal next. You would be able to pick out the shrieking voices of women foretelling doom and gloom by the well at the outskirts of the village. Chimneys would be expelling gasps of smoke into the blue sky. Reggie can hear the alarm in the youth’s voice. He can tell how confused the boy is, how anxious.
 A swarm of bluebottles is humming over something hidden in the long grass. The odour is vile: rotten and suffocating. A stray fly brushes by them and buzzes off to join the busy swarm. 
“A carcass,” Reggie says. “Something’s died there. It stinks.”
“Someone would find it and bury it,” the youth contradicts him. “We go and see.” He prods Reggie in the direction of the bluebottle cloud. 
The lionesses. The three lionesses, Reggie is positive about this, who tore to shreds one of the bastards stealing Reggie’s chickens two weeks ago. All three animals are lying still but intact. A few steps further and the body of an enormous lion is sprawled on its side; his dusty mane limp and wispy. It does not appear that they have been hunted, cut, ripped, or feasted on by any scavengers. In fact, they look like they are peacefully asleep, having a little cat nap before they pounce on the unsuspecting village. The only sign of death is in their faces: they are glassy-eyed and have pink foam solidified on their gaping mouths. Four huge beasts overpowered by something invisible. As he sweeps his expert soldier’s eyes over this mass grave, Reggie realises what it was that killed them, and he begins to worry that it may still be lurking around.
The youth on the other hand is no longer interested in the dead animals – he is gazing towards the village. The first couple of shacks are only a hundred yards away. A body of a woman is slumped over the ledge of a well, as if the woman was drawing water and her spine snapped in half leaving her paralysed. The mortifying stillness of the place needs no further explanation. The youth has forgotten all about Reggie. He is sleepwalking towards his village, towards the paralysed woman – maybe his mother, or someone close to him - dragging Reggie’s rifle behind him by the strap. 
Reggie’s hands are now free. He grabs his rifle with one hand and pulls it out of the boy’s grasp meeting no resistance. Firmly he places his other hand on the boy’s shoulder. He speaks softly, calmingly. “They’re all dead. Nerve gas. Poisoned. You can’t go there. There’s nothing we can do for them.”
The youth gapes at him, trying to force his lips into shapes meant to express his terror, but he is a fish out of water blowing bubbles instead of words. Reggie slings his rifle over his shoulder and pulls the boy into his arms. “We must get out of here now. It’s not safe to stay.” 

Author Bio
Anna Legat is a Wiltshire-based author, best known for her DI Gillian Marsh murder mystery series. A globe-trotter and Jack-of-all-trades, Anna has been an attorney, legal adviser, a silver-service waitress, a school teacher and a librarian. She read law at the University of South Africa and Warsaw University, then gained teaching qualifications in New Zealand. She has lived in far-flung places all over the world where she delighted in people-watching and collecting precious life experiences for her stories. Anna writes, reads, lives and breathes books and can no longer tell the difference between fact and fiction.

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