Dead City

By (author)Johnny B. Truant

In the thrilling sci-fi novel, a pharmaceutical executive unravels dangerous secrets about the drug that saved the world from a deadly outbreak. As he races against time to uncover the truth, he must team up with a determined reporter to prevent a catastrophic slide back into chaos. Packed with suspense and unexpected twists, this book will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end.


One drug saved the world. Now, the same drug threatens to destroy it.Rising star Ian Keys has climbed to the top rungs of pharma giant Hemisphere — creator of Necrophage, the drug that paused the necrotic outbreak and allowed the infected to live among us.Ian’s new position gives him access to dangerous secrets that could ruin the company. When ominous hints from an anonymous insider set him on the hunt for the biggest secret of all, he discovers that the “cure” the company gave the world might not have been a cure at all.Now men are watching Ian’s house. They’re following his wife wherever she goes. When he’s called to CEO Archibald Burgess’s office, he’s taken by armed guards — then plied with vague threats.What would happen if Necrophage failed? Burgess asks. What would become of our society if the disease were allowed to progress again … and all of our well-behaved patients slowly turned feral?There’s only one person Ian can take his case to: reporter Alice Frank, who’s been trying to blow the whistle on Hemisphere for years.But is there time to save what’s left of the world … or has the inevitable slide back into chaos already begun?★★★★★ “I loved everything about this book. Great concept (I’m a pharmacist so I geek out when my sci-fi crosses over into RX land). I love the way it ended…but I want more! I’m definitely a fan of this series and can’t wait for the next book.” — PharmDiva★★★★★ “Wow. Can’t say I’ve ever read anything like this before, but Platt and Truant didn’t disappoint! While I found the characters’ reactions to be quite plausible, given the scenario, I still had no idea which way it was going to turn.” — Ayme Bahrami