The Hurricane

The Hurricane

Hugh Howey

Language: English

Pages: 226

ISBN: B0052VU9G2

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Daniel Stillman has 42 Facebook friends. His cell phone contains 18 contacts, two of them for pizza delivery. Six people follow him on Twitter. Four readers subscribe to his blog; he's pretty sure one of them followed him on accident.

And now a category 5 storm is about to wipe all this away.

In its wake will be left a single girl, a neighbor he never knew, and a new reprieve from the digital maelstrom of his life, a great silence like the eye of some terrific storm.

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before he could begin to think of groping for it. “Put on some pants and some socks and shoes. And bring a pillow.” With that, his silhouette of a mom took her cone of light out of the room. Daniel could hear her rummaging in the upstairs bathroom while he tugged on a pair of jeans. He grabbed socks, slid them on, his head still groggy as he reached for his shoes. “What time is it?” he asked. “It’s two o’clock.” “Only two?” He’d only been in bed for a couple of hours. He slid a shoe on.

squeezed into the same routine once more. After months of getting out of bed to find his mom and stepdad already off to work, his sister stalking the mall an hour before it opened, and his brother still in bed and snoring, Daniel was reminded why he hated school year mornings. It was the jarring sense of crowded loneliness in the packed kitchen. Everyone got in everyone else’s way. Daniel fished a clean bowl out of the open dishwasher and plucked a spoon from the bottom rack before sorting

recognized him as Anna’s father, or at least the man who had interrupted their soldering and had been working with her on the roof. “Is that Daniel?” the man said. He pushed the screen door open and Daniel stepped back and out of the way. “Yessir,” Daniel said, stunned that her father knew his name. But that meant she’s been talking about me, Daniel realized. His heart leapt with the idea that this lovely sprite with magical powers of soldering had uttered his name— “Ah, yes,” her father said.

about over there?” His dad pointed to two other lucky trees, which would soon hold the remains of their fallen kin. “Looks good,” Daniel said. He picked up one of the larger logs before his dad could. Carlton came around the corner with a red canister in his hand, a dark mass of fuel and oil sloshing around in the lower half of it. The three of them fell back into their silent routine, working against the backdrop of the roaring and chewing chainsaw. Now and then, they would take breaks and

said, his hand on the back of Daniel’s head, his other hand slapping his back. “You okay?” Daniel asked. His brother let him go, and Daniel saw a young-looking girl standing on the back deck of the house, a hand on her hip and another shielding her eyes. “We were gonna set out in the morning on foot if nobody came by,” Hunter said. He turned to the Bronco and waved at Anna. Edward was walking around the car, his hand brushing along the hood. The passenger door clicked open— “No fucking way,”

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