The Next Chronicle (Book 1): Next - Plot & Excerpts
First came the awareness that she was alive, a state of being barely preferable to the alternative. A deep, resonant headache bloomed into existence alongside consciousness. Her throat had the telltale burn of a night spent paying tribute to the porcelain gods, and even with her eyes closed the room lurched in new and exciting directions. “What a terrible fucking way to start the day,” Kit mumbled. Then she opened her eyes and revised the opinion. Last night, it appeared, had taken a turn. The cell was familiar. It should be; she was inside one of the minimum security compartments in the facility. The faint hum of the electromagnetic array built into the walls was unmistakable. In deference to her pounding headache and the rolling nausea dancing in her middle, Kit sat up slowly. Being vertical didn't do much for her mood. “Son of a bitch,” she said. “What happened last night?” She remembered drinking the first round of Pappy.
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