Shatter Zone. James Axler

the frag are we? And is that coffee?”

      “The Zone,” Alan said as he joined his brother and passed him a canteen. “And yes, it is, bro. But this will do you more good.”

      Eagerly taking the canteen, Edward really didn’t care what the contents of the container was, as long as it was wet. He all but ripped off the cap and poured the cool water down his parched throat.

      The other Rogans said nothing, waiting for their brother to get fully awake. There was a lot to discuss.

      Finally lowering the canteen, Edward sighed then gave a loud belch. “Okay, where are we?” the man repeated, scowling at his younger sibling. “The Zone, ya said? But that’s halfway around the radblasted world!”

      “Not quite,” Robert croaked in his mangled voice, the sound vaguely similar to a chuckle. “But close enough.”

      Weighing his thoughts, Edward took another long drink from the canteen. “How fragging long have I been out?” he demanded curiously.