Fog — Annelie Wendeberg

You don't hear death leaping at you. But I can hear you dying. And I can see your body growing as grey and black as the soil that drinks your blood. Micka never signed up to be a hero. Yet, here she is â€" Sequencer's apprentice and about to march into battle against a terrorist organisation that vowed to wipe humanity off the planet. Or what's left of it. The bloodshed begins. Friends are dying. And when two stand against fifty, Micka learns that the price of survival can be unbearably high.