Prelude to Sugar Scars, Journal Entry #2

SugarScarsFrontCoverThis is the second in a series of journal entries (read the first one) made by the main character in Sugar Scars, written during the weeks just before the events in the novel.


Okay, it’s a virus.

That much is obvious now. China is denying it, but China would deny that the sky is blue to keep their secrets.

But there are no secrets anymore in this modern age. You can’t hide entire cities of dead bodies from the satellites. The virus kills very fast, just a few hours for most people, and they say that will be our best protection. The worst kind of virus is one that stays dormant for a little while and allows its host to travel far and infect others. This one kills its host before it can infect many others. It’s just that China is so packed with people that it can still spread in the few hours the host stays alive. But it will eventually hit empty spots, places with no people, and that should keep it contained. Like a fast burning fire, it will consume its fuel and then be gone.

All commercial air traffic in the entire world is shutdown. That’s in hope of containing it, but an infected person can get a good distance in a car in the short time they have to live.

A few people survive. Very few. From the news reports and data on the internet I think I’ve nearly worked out the ratio. Somewhere between 1 in 9,300 to 1 in 9,800. Everyone just keeps saying 1 in 10,000, but I like numbers to be exact. I’ll have it in a few more days.

There’s a big presidential press conference at six. I’ll watch that and update on what they say, but first I’ve got to make dinner. I got caught up on tracking the spread on the internet and now I’m feeling a little light headed from low blood sugar. I live alone, so if I pass out there’s no one to help me. And if someone found my body now they wouldn’t think the diabetes had finally got me. They’d think it was the virus and that would start a panic. So in order to keep Tallahassee from rioting, I need to get something to eat.


It’s airborne. The President tried to look calm and under control, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He outlined a bunch of steps the government is taking that he called “precautionary measures”. And he assured us that scientists are working to stop the virus.

But it’s moving too fast. It takes years to develop a vaccine or a counter-virus (if that’s the right word). In the hour it took me to make dinner, reports have come in of it spreading to Kazakhstan and India. But we’re safe. Geography protects America us, as it always has. The virus can’t cross an ocean.

Can it?

Journal Entry #3

Updated: August 20, 2015 — 5:19 pm

Books by Travis Norwood

Sugar Scars

Living after the apocalypse really isn’t that hard for most of the survivors. The virus killed all but 1 in 10,000. The few remaining people are left in a world of virtually unlimited resources. Grocery stores overflowing with food and drink. Thousands of empty houses to pick from.

But one survivor, a nineteen-year-old girl, requires more than simple food, water and shelter. As a type 1 diabetic her body desperately needs insulin to stay alive. With civilization gone, no one manufactures it anymore. She hoards all the insulin she can find, but every day marches toward the end of her stash of vials. She has a choice. Accept her fate and death, or tackle the almost insurmountable task of extracting and refining the insulin herself.

Brilliant scientists struggled to make the first insulin. What hope does a high school dropout have?

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Suspended Between

Julya’s scream shatters through the metal of the starship when a simple number destroys everything she dared hope for in her life—love, a future, happiness. One simple number...


4,096 colonists lay in deep suspension. Some of Earth’s best, they are chosen to colonize a new world and are on a 200-year journey through space. Julya was one of them, dreaming of the life she’ll live when she awakes on the new colony.

But Julya isn’t asleep anymore.

When an accident causes two suspension pods to fail—those of Julya and an engineer named Dax—both are forced to face the unthinkable…

What happens when you are in deep space, on a spaceship never designed for the living, with only one other person? Can you survive? Can you find love? Can you face the unexpected?

What happens when you awake early? Not just early, but 101 years early?

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