Tomorrow, When the War Began (The Tomorrow Series #1)
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When Ellie and her friends go camping, they have no idea they're leaving their old lives behind forever. Despite a less-than-tragic food shortage and a secret crush or two, everything goes as planned. But a week later, they return home to find their houses empty and their pets starving. Something has gone wrong--horribly wrong. Before long, they realize the country has been invaded, and the entire town has been captured--including their families and all their friends.
Ellie and the other survivors face an impossible decision: They can flee for the mountains or surrender. Or they can fight.
the blinds. The main windows are about a hundred metres from the front door, across this enormous hall, so Fi sat on the steps outside while I crept through this pitch-black room. I tell you, it was pretty spooky. You know how psychic I am, and I could feel a presence in there, a being. I knew I was not alone. I got about half way across and suddenly there was this unearthly scream from above, and the next thing, I was being attacked. Devilish claws were tearing at me and a ghostly voice was
have been,’ Homer admitted. ‘What?’ said Corrie, laughing. ‘Well it got a bit boring,’ Homer explained. ‘Even more boring than usual. So I thought I’d leave. The window was closer than the door, so when she turned to write on the whiteboard I went over the windowsill and down the drainpipe.’ ‘And then Ms Maxwell came along,’ I chipped in. ‘And said, “What are you doing?”.’ ‘Quite a fair question really,’ I said. ‘So I told her I was inspecting the plumbing,’ Homer finished, hanging his head as if
make the difference between death and just permanent brain damage. The shiver became a shudder. It was 3.10. I turned the ignition key. The truck rumbled and shook. I reversed carefully, trying not to see soldiers under every tree, behind every vehicle. ‘Never reverse an inch more than you have to.’ That was Dad’s voice. With him it applied to going forward too. And I wasn’t just talking about driving. I grinned, put in the clutch again, and chose low second. Out with the clutch – and I stalled.
and wiped his face. ‘Are you sure you should be doing this?’ I asked. He shrugged. ‘It felt right.’ I remembered how quite often when our animals got sick or injured they’d get themselves into a hole somewhere – under the shearing shed was a popular place for the dogs – and they’d stay there for days and days, until they either died or came out fresh and cured and wagging their tails. Maybe Lee was the same. He’d kept pretty still since he’d been shot, lying among the rocks, thinking his quiet
towards us. I felt intense disappointment. This marked the end of our Grand Plan. It could mark the end of us, too, because once they saw the tanker their first reaction would be to seal off the area and search it. I was surprised they hadn’t seen it already. They’d stopped talking now, but I could hear the scuffle of their boots. My mind was racing; too many thoughts going through it too quickly. I tried to grab one of them to see if it might be any use in suggesting a way out of here, but I was