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As the world hangs in the balance, Helene pulls all the strings. Is there any way to save humanity? The clock is ticking as CJ and DJ try to save the world as they know it once and for all. But their mission isn’t going to be easy. Manar’s consciousness is trapped in the Virtual Realm, and time is running out to find him. Just what is Helene planning, and will they be able to stop her before it is too late? And what will become of Ndidi now that she is expecting a baby who seems to be a crucial part of the tyrannical AI’s master plan?

FBI agents Tom Kendrick and Carla Mendez are assigned to monitor two fringe conspiracy streamers, Zeke and Elizabeth. What starts as routine surveillance quickly turns into obsession as the pair’s cryptic broadcasts begin aligning with real-world anomalies: financial transfers, coded threats, and echoes of past collapses. Drawn further onto the web, Tom drinks to silence the voices invading his dreams, while Carla creates a shrine of notes and red string in her apartment.

Trapped in a corrupt hellhole with thieves, sadists, and killers, Mike didn’t think things could get any worse. Several years on, and a new Hell has found him. A virus has infected billions all over the world, turning its victims into vicious zombies. The UK and Ireland have remained uninfected...until now. Lawlessness threatens to take over the streets as the government does everything it can to keep control. With the city in lockdown and every resource stretched to breaking point, Mike finds himself in familiar territory.

Mike is a man on the edge. He can’t seem to shake the trauma of the school shooting several weeks prior, an event that catalyzed his relationship with his now-girlfriend April, and the flashbacks are attacking him with increasing realism and frequency. Nothing seems to ease his haunting, not even April - who has become quiet and distant herself.

I didn’t want to do the holograms. I never did. I reiterated this fact to myself as I saw her standing there, beautiful as ever. My sweet Mollie. She even was wearing that blue dress that she loved so much (I loved it even more, if that was possible—she looked so good in it!). And even from where I was standing, 10 feet away, I could see the curls in her blonde hair bounce as she turned her head. I could see her blue eyes. Vibrant. Real. So real...