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All Becomes as Wormwood [MultiFormat]
eBook by Angeline Hawkes
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description:  While researching for a university assignment, Alex discovers that Chernobyl isn't the deserted wasteland the rest of the world believes it to be. He uncovers unrest and carnage in a population determined to unleash their vengeance upon the world.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Aegri Somnia, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [185 KB], eReader (PDB) [34 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [21 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [20 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [80 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [92 KB], hiebook (KML) [81 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [50 KB], iSilo (PDB) [18 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [23 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [50 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [35 KB]
Words: 6398
Reading time: 18-25 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"All becomes as Wormwood will certainly make a lot of techno-phobes and environmentalists out there squirm in their respective reading chairs.... Angeline Hawkes purveys the wasteland that is Chernobyl years after the meltdown and reports what she sees. Alex has permission to travel to the abandoned city to add some verisimilitude for a school report and perhaps take a few photographs. Alex discovers (after his motorcycle breaks down, of course), that Chernobyl isn't as deserted as the world thinks and it seems the city has one last, horrifying gift for the world."--HorrorScope
"Angeline Hawkes' imagination seems to tend toward a Lovecraftian-meets-George Romero-in-a-dark-alley sensibility."--Robert Butterfield, Necropsy: The Review of Horror Fiction "All becomes as Wormwood will certainly make a lot of techno-phobes and environmentalists out there squirm in their respective reading chairs.... Angeline Hawkes purveys the wasteland that is Chernobyl years after the meltdown and reports what she sees. Alex has permission to travel to the abandoned city to add some verisimilitude for a school report and perhaps take a few photographs. Alex discovers (after his motorcycle breaks down, of course), that Chernobyl isn't as deserted as the world thinks and it seems the city has one last, horrifying gift for the world."--HorrorScope
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At 1:23 am on April 26, 1986, an explosion tore through the Unit 4 reactor at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant. As radioactive particles blew across 125,000 square miles of the Ukraine, Belarus, and western Russia, the Soviet government tried desperately to keep news of the disaster quiet. The radioactive material released into the surrounding areas was estimated to be 200 times the amount released by the combined bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Residents were ordered to leave with nothing but the clothes on their backs--those, too, were taken at checkpoints outside of the affected areas. It took ten days for the area to be evacuated. * * * *2. 19 years later, Chernobyl, Ukraine Alex kicked the tire again. He knew it didn't help, but it made him feel better. "Damn!" he shouted, throwing his wrench into the grass on the side of the road. Not a good thing, considering now it was contaminated. The radiation levels were higher in the grass than on the asphalt. He'd been granted permission to ride into Chernobyl to photograph the ghost town for a university assignment--and now, his tire was flat, a bolt had broken off, and he was stranded in a nuclear wasteland with no phone and no way to get out. Chernobyl was safe enough for short visits, to buzz in and snap a few photos; but it was another matter to spend more than a couple of hours in the irradiated town. As the sun began to go down, it was clear that he would be there for more than a couple of hours. Alex paced nervously around the motorcycle. He was frantic. His mind was racing with news bites of deformed and disfigured children and rapidly beeping Geiger counters--just adding to his emotional frenzy. "Ah, fuck!" he shouted, head thrown back, arms outstretched at his sides as his voice echoed, reverberating from the abandoned buildings. "I'm screwed." Anger and desperation grated in his voice and even so, it felt comforting to hear something other than the perpetual, haunting silence of the town that enveloped him. Empty streets. Empty buildings. Empty parks. The whole scene gave him a case of the apocalyptic creeps. He could almost see the children playing on the sidewalks; hear the cars driving, horns honking. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the city. It would be dark soon. Alex knew that the radiation levels inside of the buildings were dangerously high, but he had little choice. He couldn't stay in the open night air. It would be freezing. It was either the risk of radiation or hypothermia and frostbite.
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