Scott Sigler called Doucette's cozy apocalypse story, "entertaining as
hell." Come see how the world ends, not with a bang, but a whatever . .
.
The whateverpocalypse. That's what Touré, a twenty-something Cambridge
coder, calls it after waking up one morning to find himself seemingly
the only person left in the city. Once he finds Robbie and Carol, two
equally disoriented Harvard freshmen, he realizes he isn't alone, but
the name sticks: Whateverpocalypse. But it doesn't explain where
everyone went. It doesn't explain how the city became overgrown with
vegetation in the space of a night. Or how wild animals with no fear of
humans came to roam the streets.
Add freakish weather to the mix, swings of temperature that spawn
tornadoes one minute and snowstorms the next, and it seems things can't
get much weirder. Yet even as a handful of new survivors appear--Paul, a
preacher as quick with a gun as a Bible verse; Win, a young professional
with a horse; Bethany, a thirteen-year-old juvenile delinquent; and
Ananda, an MIT astrophysics adjunct--life in Cambridge, Massachusetts
gets stranger and stranger.
The self-styled Apocalypse Seven are tired of questions with no answers.
Tired of being hunted by things seen and unseen. Now, armed with
curiosity, desperation, a shotgun, and a bow, they become the hunters.
And that's when things truly get weird.
