Three A.M.by Steven John
Another good first effort. Seems like another post apocalypse at the start and a good one. Fifteen years of mist, so thick you can often only see a few feet. Everyone left after the plague and fog set in is trapped in the city. The Army blew all the bridges in and out of the city to keep the infected out of the city. John helped as he joined the Army right after his parents died and he survived the sickness. That’s all you get out of me except that the Three A.M. of the title is because no matter how much Thomas Vale self medicates, he always wakes up at three a.m., if he stays up, he finds no reason why he wakes. Odd. I’ll be on the lookout for John’s next story. 4 1/2 Stars.