SynopsisBrynn A. Poorman could smell an Epic Fail a mile away...or so she thought.
Epic Fails were the perfected evil of the human race, shape-shifting horrors created by shortsighted scientists as the perfect soldier. They were slippery, sly, and infinitely patient as they stalked and lured their prey. The endless war against them had left Brynn with only her little sister Kristy and her grandmother, Ann Urban. To protect them and herself, Brynn had trained hard to fight the creatures and recognize them by smell. She had led her little family across the world, fighting off the half-baked Fails with great success. Then Carnie L. Desiree showed up at her door. When Brynn finally let her up off the ground, Carnie told her that the only government officials left in the world wanted to see Ann Urban. Brynn was highly suspicious, but she didn't dare say no. Soon, she began to see that few things were what they appeared to be, including Carnie, Kristy, Ann, and even Brynn herself.
Excerpt"The scientists worked around the clock for three years before creating—the perfect enemy.”
“The Epic Fails!” said Kristy.
“Exactly,” said Brynn. “They thought the soldiers would obey them. In fact, the first creature off the assembly line killed all the scientists right off the bat and took over the equipment. We don’t have any records of what happened after that, but we figure the first one must have made more, judging by the results. By now, the Epic Fails have taken over the world. There are a billion, maybe more, varieties of genetic code among them. They can change their shape into any human or animal that’s part of their mixed-up genome. No matter their shape, they keep their intelligence and their special animal skills, like sonar, spectrum sight, awesome senses, and camouflage skin. Plus, they started”—Brynn hesitated to use the term “interbreeding” around her eight-year-old sister—“marrying people while they were in human form and mating with different animals when they were in that form. So now there are people and animals with Epic Fail skills, including the ability to interface with any computer in the world. They basically killed everyone in government and took over the world.”
“You already said that,” Kristy pointed out.
Brynn rolled her eyes—and spotted someone coming. She jumped to her feet and sniffed the air. Clear and pungent on the wind came the smell of an Epic Fail, the smell they couldn’t shake, no matter what shape they might take. Brynn’s muscles immediately tightened. “Kristy, go inside and wake up Grandma,” she said in a low voice. “We might have to run.”
Kristy glanced at the intruder and her eyes grew wide. Without another word, she turned and ran into the shack.