The Last Survivors

The Last Survivors Copyright © 2023 by A.J. Rivers All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Author's Note Also by A.J. Rivers The gusts of white breath in the ice-tinged air didn’t fit with his clothing. He was grateful for the cargo pants that shielded his legs, but the dark T-shirt that covered his torso did nothing to hold in warmth. At least running was generating some heat. Beads of sweat pooled up and then froze on his skin, sending “Who is—” “Dean? Dean, please. Please, I need you.” “Brielle?” It’s a name I haven’t said aloud in more than fifteen years. A voice I never thought I’d hear again. Even now, my heart tightens. “Dean, I need your help. Please, I’m scared. I’m scared, Dean. Please. You’re the only one who can help me.” I sit up