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    Oasis
    Oasis
    Oasis
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    Oasis

    By Joan De La Haye

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    Beneath the ravaged skies, amidst the ruins of civilization, a glimmer of hope survives - New Atlantis, a fortified UN base at the South Pole. But for a family of civilians and a hardened squad of soldiers, reaching that distant oasis means a desperate trek across a nightmare landscape.

    Hunted by the Others, pushed to their breaking points, can they outrun the shadows of extinction?

    Oasis plunges you into a heart-pounding journey:

    • Gripping characters in a desperate struggle: Witness the resilience of ordinary people thrust into extraordinary circumstances alongside hardened soldiers battling their own demons.
    • A relentless race against time: Can they reach New Atlantis before the Others consume them all?

    Praise for Oasis:

    "Treads classic Romero-esque ground...grimmer than grim, and delivers." - The Eloquent Page

    "Sharp, brutal, spiced with humour...a great addition to the zombie genre." - Dave de Burgh

    If you crave thrills, terror, and zombies unlike any you've encountered, dive into Oasis and prepare for a fight for survival.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoan De La Haye
    Release dateSep 1, 2016
    ISBN9781536537581
    Oasis
    Author

    Joan De La Haye

    Joan De La Haye writes horror, dark fantasy and some very twisted thrillers. She invariably wakes up in the middle of the night because she's figured out yet another freaky way to mess with her already screwed-up characters. You can stalk Joan on her website: www.joandelahaye.com

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      Oasis - Joan De La Haye

      Oasis

      An Apocalyptic Zombie Novella

      By

      Joan De La Haye

      This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2016 by Joan De La Haye

      All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise).

      www. joandelahaye. com

      Cover art by Tallulah Lucy

      2nd Edition September 2016

      Also by Joan De La Haye

      Stand-Alone Books

      Requiem in E Sharp

      Fury

      Burning

      The Diabolical Series

      Shadows

      The Veil

      The Oubliette

      The Race Series

      The Race

      Training Days

      Besieged

      Retribution

      Consequence

      The Patron

      The Eternally Cursed Chronicles

      Bound by Betrayal

      Short Story Collections

      Sliced and Diced

      Sliced and Diced 2

      Sliced and Diced 3

      Table of contents

      Title Page

      Also by Joan De La Haye

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      3

      4

      5

      6

      7

      8

      9

      Be a Freaky Darling

      Acknowledgements

      About the Author

      Shadows

      Requiem in E Sharp

      Fury

      Burning

      The Race

      Sliced and Diced

      Sliced and Diced 2

      Sliced and Diced 3

      Bound by Betrayal

      1

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      he shelter was completed just in time. The President gave his goodbye speech and told us to save ourselves if we could. Tears streamed down my face as we took our most prized possessions, our pets, some plants, books to read, the usual gumph, and locked ourselves in the bunker. It was cramped, to say the least, but we were alive.

      Small, uncomfortable bunk beds lined the walls. There was an open-plan kitchen and dining room area. There was even a TV and DVD player, with a collection of all our favourite movies. The bathroom was specially designed for recycling the water. Our air supply was filtered and reused. My parents had gone all out and spent their life savings building it. Money wasn’t really something we would need to worry about with the world ending and all.

      We stayed down there for over a year. It’s amazing how irritating someone’s habits can get in a small, confined space. There was many an occasion where I would happily have throttled every member of my family. It was basically like living in a tiny prison with my immediate family. Being the only single person with a couple of twosomes can also add to the frustration if you get my drift. Cleaning up dog shit every day is also not much fun. On the plus side, my brother and his wife were expecting their first child when we went in. Even with all the death and destruction going on above us, life was growing and flourishing in our little safe haven underground.

      By the end of a year, our supplies were dwindling, and if we didn’t want to starve, we would have to venture out and forage topside. The risks we would have to face outside the safety of our shelter were diminished by the thought of slowly starving to death. We’d seen too many movies about cannibalism. It never ended well for anybody concerned.

      Climbing out of the tunnel that led to the outside world was nerve-wracking. We didn’t know what to expect. We’d had no contact with the outside world, no crackling radio signals, no emergency beacon. All we had were our over-active imaginations. We hoped that we’d find the world as we’d left it. That we’d been the targets of an elaborate hoax and the year we’d spent in our hole had been a waste of time.

      What we discovered was far worse than any of us had imagined.

      Our house, or what was left of it, was little more than a burnt-out shell. There wasn’t much left of our small neighbourhood. No trees lined the streets, no grass, no flowers, just ash and sand. A desert had claimed our once lush, green garden. From the top of the hill, where the Botanical Gardens had been, I could see what was left of our once beautiful capital city, Pretoria, and as I looked around at the ruins, I realised that my apartment was gone. All my furniture and belongings were gone, and most of the people I’d known were now dead. Most hadn’t been buried, there hadn’t been much left to put in the ground or anyone to dig their graves. Most of the bodies had been incinerated, but those that hadn’t were left to be bleached by the never-ending blaze of the sun and eventually turned to dust, blown away by the relentless wind.

      We decided to stick close to the safety of our bunker and venture out in concentric rings for foraging purposes. We found a few tins of food at the small supermarket that had once been just up the road but was now a few sand dunes away. The store had, by some miracle, survived the initial solar flares. Sand was blown in by the

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