the Man Who Killed World

Harry was locked in a psychiatric ward when the virus came. Four months later the doors opened on their own and he walked out into a country with almost nobody left in it. Cars stopped in the road. Houses shut from the inside. More birds in a parking lot than he had seen in his life. He thinks that was a gift. He thinks the earth made the plague the way a body makes a fever, and that it stopped too soon, and that whoever it left behind was left for him. He is not strong. He is not clever. He weighs a hundred and thirty pounds and he has never won a fight in his life. But he is patient, and he is pleasant, and he will sit at your table and eat what you put in front of him and ask about your garden, and he decided what he was going to do before he came up your driveway. Told entirely in his own hand - a notebook he keeps because nobody has ever listened to him - The Man Who Killed the World follows one unraveling man across two years of empty country. From the first killing he never meant to commit, to the fortified settlement he intends to be his last. He is gentle with every animal he meets. He counts them all. Book One of What Was Left. Each book stands alone.