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Zusatztext "An action-packed! thought-provoking look at life—and death—as readers determine the true enemy."-- Kirkus Reviews Informationen zum Autor Jonathan Maberry is a New York Times bestselling author, five-time Bram Stoker Award winner, and comic book writer. He writes in multiple genres including suspense, thriller, horror, science fiction, fantasy, and adventure; and he writes for adults, teens, and middle grade. His works include the Joe Ledger thrillers, Glimpse , the Rot & Ruin series, the Dead of Night series, The Wolfman , The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate , Mars One , and many others. Several of his works are in development for film and TV, including V Wars , which is a Netflix original series. He is the editor of high-profile anthologies including the X-Files books, Aliens: Bug Hunt , Out of Tune , Hardboiled Horror , Baker Street Irregulars , Nights of the Living Dead , and others. He lives in Del Mar, California. Visit him at JonathanMaberry.com and on Twitter (@JonathanMaberry) and Facebook. Klappentext Acclaimed horror author Maberry ("Patient Zero") makes his young adult debut with this detail-rich depiction of a post-apocalypic world where humanity has fallen! the dead have risen! and danger is always imminent. Rot & Ruin 1 BENNY IMURA COULDN’T HOLD A JOB, SO HE TOOK TO KILLING. It was the family business. He barely liked his family—and by family he meant his older brother, Tom—and he definitely didn’t like the idea of “business.” Or work. The only part of the deal that sounded like it might be fun was the actual killing. He’d never done it before. Sure, he’d gone through a hundred simulations in gym class and in the Scouts, but they never let kids do any real killing. Not before they hit fifteen. “Why not?” he asked his Scoutmaster, a fat guy named Feeney who used to be a TV weatherman back in the day. Benny was eleven at the time and obsessed with zombie hunting. “How come you don’t let us whack some real zoms?” “Because killing’s the sort of thing you should learn from your folks,” said Feeney. “I don’t have any folks,” Benny countered. “My mom and dad died on First Night.” “Ouch. Sorry, Benny—I forgot. Point is, you got family of some kind, right?” “I guess. I got ‘I’m Mr. Freaking Perfect Tom Imura’ for a brother, and I don’t want to learn anything from him.” Feeney had stared at him. “Wow. I didn’t know you were related to him. He’s your brother, huh? Well, there’s your answer, kid. Nobody better to teach you the art of killing than a professional killer like Tom Imura.” Feeney paused and licked his lips nervously. “I guess being his brother and all, you’ve seen him take down a lot of zoms.” “No,” Benny said with huge annoyance. “He never lets me watch.” “Really? That’s odd. Well, ask him when you turn thirteen.” Benny had asked on his thirteenth birthday, and Tom had said no. Again. It wasn’t a discussion. Just “No.” That was more than two years ago, and now Benny was six weeks past his fifteenth birthday. He had four more weeks grace to find a paying job before town ordinance cut his rations by half. Benny hated being in that position, and if one more person gave him the “fifteen and free” speech, he was going to scream. He hated that as much as when people saw someone doing hard work and they said crap like, “Holy smokes, he’s going at that like he’s fifteen and out of food.” Like it was something to be happy about. Something to be proud of. Working your butt off for the rest of your life. Benny didn’t see where the fun was in that. Okay, maybe it was marginally okay because it meant only half days of school from th...
