Em Garner - Contaminated

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After the Contamination—an epidemic caused by the super-trendy diet drink SlimPro that turned ordinary citizens into shambling creatures unable to control their violent impulses—the government rounded up the “Connies” to protect the remaining population. But now, two years later, the government’s started sending the rehabilitated back home, complete with shock collars that will either stop the Connies from committing violent acts or kill them before they do any further harm.
Since her parents were taken in the roundup, Velvet Ellis has struggled to care for her ten-year-old sister and maintain a sense of normalcy, despite brutal government rations and curfews. She goes to the “Kennels” every day searching for her parents, and when she finds her mother, she’s eager to bring her home. Maybe, eventually, they’ll be able to get back to the way things were before. But even though it seems that her mother is getting better (something that the government says is impossible), there will be no happy transition. Anti-Connie sentiment is high, and rumor has it that an even worse wave of the Contamination is imminent. And then the government declares that the Connies will be rounded up and neutralized, once and for all.
Sacrificing everything—her boyfriend, her home, and her job—Velvet will do anything to protect her mother. Velvet has to get the collar off her mother before the military comes to take her away. Even if it means risking all of their lives.
Gritty and grabbing, Velvet is a harrowing, emotionally charged dystopic venture into YA from a well-known and respected writer of women’s fiction.
Releases simultaneously in electronic book format (ISBN 978-1-60684-355-0)
Review

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will leave you reeling.”
—Jennifer L. Armentrout, USA Today best-selling Author “Confession: This book had me crying in public. It’s
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—and best of all, real.
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—Jeri Smith-Ready, award-winning author of the Shade trilogy “Echoing the reality millions of young adults worldwide face daily,
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—Kirkus

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I take the paper clip. I feel the collar, which is warm to the touch. I run my fingertips back and forth along it… and then I feel it. The tiniest, weeniest hole in the plastic. Just big enough for the tip of a paper clip.

Opal’s run off again; she’s back in seconds, breathless. “They’re coming up the driveway.”

It’s now or never. My mom’s gone quiet, though sweat stands out on her brow, and her mouth is pinched.

“I love you, Mom.”

She closes her eyes.

I slip the metal into the hole. I feel a slight resistance.

“What should I do?”

“Push it in as far as it will go,” Dillon says. “It’s like the reset button on a Wii or a hard drive. Hold it for a few seconds. It should reset.”

Something whirs inside the collar. The light stays red. My mom gasps. Opal cries out, but she’s a good, brave kid, and she runs out of the kitchen again to check on the soldiers. She doesn’t come back this time, but I don’t have time to worry.

My mom’s entire body jerks, every muscle stiff. The collar doesn’t beep this time, it growls. All the lights start blinking. I don’t know what this means.

We can’t hold her still. She thrashes, kicking, and gets Dillon in the stomach. He lets out an “oof,” and doubles over for a second but then comes right back to hold on to her shoulders, trying to keep her still. Her heels drum on the floor. Her hair, the style I just cut, whips in front of her face.

I’m not crying. Not screaming. Not breathing.

I’m watching my mother die.

Then in the next instant, the collar beeps. Something unhinges. It springs open, and Dillon yanks it off her neck. My mom gasps, but goes still. Her eyes are closed, her breathing shallow.

Dillon gets up, takes the collar, disappears into the pantry with it. I hold my mom’s hand and wait for her to wake up. I hear Opal’s voice, high and chattering. The thump of boots.

My mom opens her eyes. Dillon’s there, collar gone. Together we put our hands under her arms and help her sit in one of the kitchen chairs.

“Mom. Can you hear me?”

She nods. Her expression is more clear than I’ve seen it in forever. She looks pale, tired, still in pain, and her hair is damp with sweat, but she looks better. Unbelievably better.

“And I like horses, do you like horses? And my favorite flavor of ice cream is peanut-butter chip, is that what you like?”

I have to hand it to the kid. She knows how to talk someone’s ear off, keeping the soldier’s focus on her and not what’s going on in our kitchen. My mom’s still shaking a little when I turn to face the soldiers. Four of them in full fatigues. They have guns, but this no longer surprises me.

“Hi,” I say, like we have soldiers in our kitchen every day.

“Ma’am.” He nods at me. Then at my mom. “We’re doing a sweep of the neighborhood.”

“Oh…” I act pleasantly stupid. “Are we not supposed to be here?”

He shakes his head after a second. “This neighborhood’s been closed off and presumed empty, that’s all.”

“Oh. Well, we’ve lived here for a long time.” I shrug. “Are you kicking us out?”

“Our orders are merely to make a sweep of the neighborhood and check the safety of the residents, ma’am.” He’s eyeing my mom, who hasn’t said a word. “We’re looking for Contaminated. Our orders are to bring them all in. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you all to cooperate.”

He looks like he’s had a lot of people not cooperating, and I sort of feel sorry for him and the three others with him, who haven’t said anything. I shrug again. “Sure, okay. But we’re all fine here.”

“Ma’am,” the soldier says to my mom. “I’m going to have to ask you to stand up and show me your neck.”

I don’t look at her. I don’t want to give anything away. My mom stands up slowly, pushing her chair back. From the corner of my eye, I see her fold open her shirt.

The soldier looks relieved. “You, too, sir.”

“Sure.” Dillon does.

So do Opal and I, for good measure. My heart’s pounding so hard in my throat, I’m sure they’re going to see it throbbing through my skin.

The soldier pauses again and focuses on my mom. “Ma’am, is this your house?”

She nods. His face hardens. He points at me. “This your daughter?”

She nods again. Everything’s lost. They’re going to know.

“What’s her name?”

“My name’s Opal,” Opal says.

The soldier’s not a machine. He looks at my sister. I see a struggle on his face, but in the end it doesn’t matter. He looks back at my mom.

“What’s your daughter’s name, ma’am?”

The other three have tightened their grips on their guns. I hear the soft sigh of Dillon’s breath. I think I’m breathing but everything is tipping a little, so maybe I’ve forgotten.

“Her name,” my mother says in a thick and rough but clear voice, “is Velvet.”

AFTERWORD

THE SOLDIERS LEAVE.

My mom blinks and blinks. We help her to the couch, where she lies down and promptly falls asleep. I watch her breathing and wonder if she’ll wake up.

“Turn on the radio,” Dillon says. “Maybe something’s on.”

About an hour later, the president addresses the nation. He sounds tired, and the broadcast isn’t entirely clear. He talks a lot about safety and precautions, and the importance of citizen cooperation. I can’t really follow a lot of what he’s getting at, because all of his words sound like they were written by someone who was more interested in seeing how many syllables they could use than being easy to understand. I think maybe that’s on purpose.

One thing stands out, though. Unlike the first time around, this Contamination isn’t limited to the United States. It’s not limited to the consumption of one single product, either. According to the president, there’s a pandemic in motion, the source of which is unclear. Possibly terrorism.

“Do you believe him?” I ask Dillon.

We’re huddled under a blanket, listening to the broadcast. Opal has fallen asleep beside Mom. We keep the volume low so they don’t overhear. I wish I didn’t have to listen, but I can’t stop.

“I don’t know. I think… maybe, yeah. But all this other stuff about martial law and the military being here to protect us… from what?” Dillon asks. “The Contaminated? Or each other? Or them?”

I reach for his hand and squeeze it. “Thank you, Dillon. For unlocking the collar.”

“I wasn’t sure it would work. I really wasn’t.”

“But it did.” It’s too early to tell if my mom will be okay, but for the first time, I’m not afraid she’s going to turn Connie on us. That, at least, I believe.

“I was wrong when I said it would all be okay,” Dillon says. “This isn’t okay.”

Under this blanket, it would be easy to forget the world out there. We could pretend we’re just two kids kissing in private. We could pretend a lot of things, none of which is true, and even though I’d like to, I know Dillon and I are going to face the truth.

At least we’re going to face it together.

Neither of us knows what to do or say, so we listen to the president’s speech until the very end. One thing’s clear, the world as we knew it is gone. The world we’ve grown accustomed to is gone, too. Now we can only wait and see what’s going to happen next.

About the Author

Em Garner began writing at a very young age, always preferring the stories about what goes bump in the night. An avid reader of horror, science-fiction and fantasy, she first turned her hand to short stories about the sorts of things that hide under the bed… and she kept right on going.

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