S. A. Hoag - Author
The Vista
It's not a dystopia, it's not a utopia - it's their home, and they'd do anything to protect it.
The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood
World War Last pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. In the space of ten hours, civilization was gone.
Cut off from the chaos of a pandemic mutated by nuclear war, a group of survivors gathered in a secluded mountain valley. Those that lived through the winter founded The Vista.
But this isn't about the survivors, it's about the first generation after. Twenty years later, children of The Vista have become guardians of their secluded valley. A dark secret, that a few of them are different, something of urban legend, draws them together to protect their home. Venturing out into the world will be more dangerous than anything they’ve faced.
What they are might save them. It could destroy them. Their enemies know.
Welcome to the world of The Wildblood.
Trust is dangerous; ignorance is deadly.
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Excerpt
Shan fidgeted, adjusting her sidearm, then the mirrors, opening her door to let fresh air in. Distracted, for no apparent reason. Overreacting, she reasoned. In the spring, when the snow melted, and the Nomads started moving, everyone got skittish. Besides, Wade was minutes behind her, and Team One sitting on the interstate a few miles away.
“Car Ten, radio check.” She heard the tension in her voice. If Wade talked to her, she’d be able to shake the sensation.
“Car Ten,” Dispatch replied. “You’re clear.”
It wasn’t the response she wanted and suppressed the urge to call Wade, seeing Quinlen emerge from the depot. Shan waved him down, opening her door. “Hold up a few minutes.”
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “I’ll tell you as soon as I figure it out.” They were both ‘Conda, they’d wait.
“Keep us here too long and you owe us breakfast.”
As she glanced up to see where her rookie had gone o# to, Shan caught a movement, something in her rear-view mirror. A faint cloud of dust from the east, towards The Vista. It was gone before she could decide what it was.
Not dust, but smoke. One of the south outbuildings erupted with a deafening roar, sending debris in all directions. The force rocked her car and slammed her forward into the steering wheel, vision darkening for a few long moments. Her rear window crackled in a spiderweb pattern. It held.
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