What Lies Beyond The Wall: Part IV

By PM Keith

This is part iv of the What Lies Beyond The Wall series, Enjoy!

After the collapse, civilization was different! There was chaos and war... and death. The world suffered. The population suffered. But then came reorganization and control!

This is the post-apocalyptic tale of one city's attempt to enforce control and maintain order... and of what happens when outside forces begin to threaten that order.

The year is 3667 and for the first time in its history, Ceradon City is on the verge of expansion. For most of its existence, the city has relied on rigid controls to ensure complacency among its citizenry—including enrolling them in Reprogramming when necessary. But now something’s gone awry in the Reprogramming program and Ceradon City’s “expansion initiative” is at risk for failure. Suddenly Vedd McNeer, an Enforcer with the city’s Department of Enforcement, finds himself entangled in the mystery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: PM Keith
• Release date: Mar 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463855683

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What Lies Beyond The Wall

Part Four: Vedd McNeer

By P.M. Keith

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Chapter 4

Vedd McNeer crept cautiously down the eighth-floor hallway of the Willow Lane apartment complex. The corridor was mostly dark except for the amber glow emanating from his shoulder lamps. He assumed his team had cut the power to the building, but he wasn’t entirely sure; and so he maintained a finely cultivated awareness about the situation, his senses on high alert as if at any moment he might be forced to ward off an assault. It was something he’d earned over the years, this cautious sensitivity. As a freshman Enforcement Officer, he remembered the old-timers warning him that someday he wouldn’t even be able to walk through his own living room or sit down at the breakfast table without first listening or scanning, analyzing what was happening around him—not that there’d ever be anything to fear, he remembered them laughing, just that the years would condition him with a unique awareness for his environment, to question the darkness and closed doors, the way a spoon was positioned on a placemat, the slight change in temperature of a room, or the way a woman gazed into his eyes. It was all automatic now, not something he had to think about. It just happened. And it happened at the most