Kevin

By K.D. Reed

Kevin Brown is Earth's newest inmate. Shamelessly guilty of murder, he's stuck here for the next fifty years. It smells, the sun is too bright, and he has to socialize with others. Nothing about his new life is fair. Shortly after arriving, he's taken in by a quirky thief, a family man who's too nice for his own good, and the cold, mysterious, Rebecca. But, it's not long until a violent gang of other offenders find out about Kevin. And they want him. Instead of complaining about his miserable life, he now has to fight for it.

Well rounded with action, emotion, and engaging characters, Kevin is the story of a man forced to look outside of himself and come to terms with his own humanity. Part science fiction, part dystopian, part new adult, and completely captivating.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.D. Reed
• Release date: Aug 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370894369

K.D. Reed

K.D. Reed roams about with her husband and two dogs. Right now home is Salt Lake City, Utah in the U S of A and they're pretty cozy there. But! They have a horrible case of wanderlust and break free when they can. If you hadn't guessed, she likes to write things. The written word is her weapon of choice on life's battlefield. She's always been an imaginative kid, and she tries to put that to good use. Words sort of pour out of her. It can't be helped. She fancies reading (shocker!), drinking coffee, and classical music. She's owned a coffee shop, worked for a truck driving school, and sold wedding dresses. Now, she writes and moonlights as a princess. In 3rd grade she dressed up as a congresswoman for career day. Outer Space fascinates her, she's a sucker for a good pun, and she loathes vegetables.

Book preview

Ellis Island

I’d hardly call it an island. It’s more like a rock dropped in a harbor. It was only big enough to hold the visitor center.

I’m not a visitor. I’m a resident. Bile rises in my throat at the thought of living in such a polluted, over inhabited world.

New York. Not really new, but it sure as hell is new to me. Looking out the window I can see a number of cloud reachers. I wonder if they call them cloud reachers here? They probably have a different name for them. By the looks of all the metal and the smell of the grime in the air, they may refer to them as tall buildings and short buildings. I doubt they have the imagination to come up with an elaborate structure name like cloud reacher.

I never thought I’d miss the beauty of home. I spent most of my time indoors. Inside with my electrical processors and a cup of coffee. That was all I ever needed.

Now, though, I’m stuck here. Outside of my tenement. God, I’m probably going to have to talk to other people.

As I walk in no particular direction, I wonder about who will be collecting me. The only information I have is my new name, offender number, and that I would be collected at Ellis Island on February 26th. I reread my little identification card again, in case I missed something:

Kevin Brown

#355-27187-51

Earth

Ellis Island 02/26/27

Great, I mumble to myself, rolling my eyes, what the hell am I supposed to do now?

Looking around, hoping for a clue, I see nothing. Just the big empty visitor center. Being on the upper floor, I walk to the railing so I can see the entire establishment. I peer over the edge. In the big open space, down below, are a few groups of people. All of them with a child or two. They must be visiting. Visiting what, I still don’t know. Obviously my collector won’t have children with them. Those scattered below me are useless.

None of them seem to be paying attention to me, but why would they? They have no idea who I am. They don't know I'm from another world. Where I come from, unwanted criminals are dumped here, and Earth's general population knows nothing of it.

I turn around and rest my elbows on the railing. This waiting is killing me. I feel like that’s all I’ve done since I was arrested. Go here and wait. Go there and wait. Attend your trial and wait. It’s hard to imagine my trial started only two weeks ago. The Magistrate’s words still pound in my ears, over and over again.

Genhuul Fyx you have been found guilty of intentional murder by other means on all counts. I can give you a life sentence in an improvement environment. However, due to your complete lack of remorse and utter failure to gain a conscious throughout this entire ordeal, I am sentencing you to fifty years on Earth. After which you can begin conditional release proceedings. I hope, for your sake Mr. Fyx, that while imprisoned on Earth, you gain some humanity. For you are without. Enforcers, ready him for transport. Get this creature out of my sight.

It was like a theme park automated ride spiel. Only instead of keep your arms and legs inside at all times it was fifty years on Earth. I hadn’t even any time to adjust to the idea of an off world existence. The next morning I was loaded into a transporter stall, and woke up in the Ellis Island men’s toilet chamber. What a lovely awakening that was.

Where the hell is this guy? This shit always happens to me. I was going about just fine. Minding my own business, making a living the only way I knew how, when those damned enforcers showed up. Then they busted down my