Anomaly

Anomaly Lizzie Anastasia Copyright © 2023 by Lizzie Anastasia All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Contents Preface Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 About the Author Also by Lizzie Anastasia Preface ADRIENNE “Mom, I’m going.” “No. I forbid it. I’m serious, Adrienne. Smuggling yourself into the Community? Are you cracked? I don’t care what you think you see in your visions. They won’t do anything except get you killed!” I breathed out in frustration. Just because she’d lost faith didn’t mean I had. And I was nineteen. She didn’t realize it, but I wasn’t asking permission. I was just informing her that I was going. She wasn’t even my commanding officer anymore. And she didn’t know what I’d seen. Not that I dared tell her. Eventually I might have to share some of it. But as much as possible, I’d keep to myself. Like the vision I’d had yesterday that about knocked me on my ass. I was a practical person. I did my job, worked hard for the fight, and never thought about what I wanted for myself. The world was fucked. It’d be selfish to think about myself at a time like this. But then I started having visions… of her. At first I didn’t think anything of it. She was just another Glitcher to rescue Chapter One ZOEL Secrets were strictly forbidden in the Community. Of course, it had never been a problem before because we weren’t supposed to be capable of secrets. It was secrets that started the wars and almost destroyed the planet. Secrets and lies and destructive passions. But we were saved from all that. We were logical. Orderly. Secrets were wrong. Keeping one was wrong. But I had more than one now, dangerous secrets, piling up like the lies I had to tell to keep them hidden. * * * I felt it coming this time. I shoved the strange image I’d been drawing back into the hidden slit I’d made in the back of my mattress, then grabbed the metal bed frame to steady myself as my brain suddenly jolted back into connection with the Link. The retina display flickered into view and scrolled a chatter of data at the edges of my field of vision. Auditory inputs clicked back online too, a slight hum in the background. One by one, each of my senses dimmed, replacing my connection to the physical world with the connection to the