The Plague Within
In 2050 Chad Summers lives in a world where a disease decimates Black communities, the government isolates and deserts them, and they’re left to build their own societies. Set in the urban community of Adamsberg, New Jersey, The Plague Within details how one man struggles against a controlling Regime and the traitors within his community to lead a society to unity while fighting a devastating disease.
Chad Summers lives in a world where a disease decimates Black communities, the government isolates and deserts them, and they’re left to build their own societies.
Blackmailed by the Regime, mercenary Rude Ryder sabotages Chad's attempts to gain a foothold in the emerging culture of growth. While Chad's girlfriend, model Raquel James distracts him in other ways.
The novel takes place in the year 2050 in the urban community of Adamsberg, New Jersey. Black people who have “escaped” to the comforting suburbs are forced back to co-mingle with the elements and people they had left behind.
The Plague Within details how one man struggles against a controlling Regime and the traitors within his community to lead a society to unity and develop the necessary elements of survival – food, shelter and clothing – while fighting a devastating disease. After losing everything, for the second time in his life, can Chad rebuild his life and the lives of a population betrayed?
The three men cruised the littered streets eyeballing passersby through the one-way glass. In turn, pedestrians scrutinized the anomalous vehicle.
Ignoring the unusual warmth of the day, they kept the windows shut tight as a precaution. They rolled up the sleeves of their microfiber clothing and scratched their arms. They only had to wear it a few hours more.
The two newbys sat up front while, in back, the lieutenant read data on a touch screen. He said, “Turn right at the corner and go a half mile.”
“Gotcha,” said newby number one. He was a nineteen year old short, chubby blond with a crew cut and big ears. He swung the Humvee around the corner with the same practiced ease he used to drive his dad's tractor.
The guy riding shotgun stretched his long legs out and scratched his ankle. “If we're almost there, I might as well put on the shoes.”
The senior answered without moving his eyes from the monitor. “Wait 'til we get there.”
The lanky man gave the senior a sideways glance and leaned toward Chubby. “How long do you think we'll be on this duty?” He rotated his shoulders and stretched his legs, then pulled at his crotch as if to relieve some pressure.
The driver said, “The Regime's not saying.”
Lanky leaned back and said, “My Dad said they haven’t revealed anything since they came into power twenty years ago.”
Chubby smiled. “Yeah, except when they want to tell us what to do.”
“And they’re even more close-mouthed since President Wang came into power.”
“How’d a Chinese man get to be president anyway in the modern world of 2050?”
Lanky reached for the shoes again and then seemed to remember his order to wait. “Easy. They bought us up, piece by piece until they bought the presidency. It’s a damn shame.” He looked back at their leader who seemed to be absorbed in some charts.
“Whatever’s going on, I see more soldiers coming in every day.”
Chubby said, “The natives don’t even seem to notice.” He pointed to a huddle of teens standing on the corner watching them pass in the dimming sunlight. “And why are we here anyway? What are we protecting them from? That’s what I want to know.”
“I’ve heard some things, but I don’t know how true they are.”
“Like what?” said Chubbs.
Lanky said, “Well, for one thing, I heard we’re not here to protect them.”
Chubby screwed his face up, making him look like a Shar Pei. “Well, what the fuck are we here for then?”
Lanky lowered his voice, as if the senior was paying attention to them, and said, “I hear somethin’s wrong with some of the people here.”
“Then the police should just arrest them.”
“No, Idiot! Not like their doin’ somethin’ wrong. There’s somethin’ wrong with them.”