Futureland: The Nightmare Hour - Hardcover

Buch 2 von 3: Futureland

Hunter, H.D.

 
9780593479469: Futureland: The Nightmare Hour
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0593479467 ISBN 13: 9780593479469
Verlag: Random House Books for Young Readers, 2023

Inhaltsangabe

The theme park of your dreams is back in this action-packed sequel as Cam Walker and his friends take on creepy carnivals, insidious tech, and a nightmarish new enemy to save the world. An electrifying illustrated series for fans of Spider-Man: Miles Morales.

The most spectacular theme park in the world is headed to the Big Apple.

After Atlanta, Cam Walker and his family are ready to turn over a new leaf with Futureland. This is where dreams literally come true, and the Walkers are going to show the people of New York City that their park is back and better than ever.

But trouble isn’t done with the Walkers yet. Glitches keep happening with the park attractions. There's a creepy carnival in town that gives Cam goosebumps. Plus, he just can’t shake the feeling that his family is being watched. And it may be his imagination, but are the people around him acting . . . stranger than usual?

Can Cam get to the bottom of what’s going on before Futureland becomes a playground of terrors?

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Hugh “H.D.” Hunter is a storyteller, teaching artist, and community organizer from Atlanta. He's also the winner of several indie book awards for multicultural fiction. Hugh is committed to stories about Black kids and their many expansive worlds. He loves vegan snacks, basketball, and stories that make you cry—but make you smile afterward. Check out Hugh's work at thesoutherndistrict.com and follow him at @hd_tsd.

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1


Good Mysteries


Saturday, January 23, 2049

Midnight


You know, good mysteries don’t just fall out of the sky onto your lap.

You usually have to hunt for ’em. Sniff ’em out. Put the clues together like a real investigator. I guess I always had a feeling I could be a detective. I love figuring stuff out. Good mysteries are kinda like . . . a holographic trading card! You turn it this way and that, and each time it catches the light, you see something a little different. You gotta be able to look at a picture from all angles and see what no one else can see, even if it’s right in front of them.

After everything that happened in the last few months, I know that solving mysteries is the life for me. It feels like I finally know who I’m supposed to be.

I’ll admit, when me and my family landed in Atlanta five months ago, we got more than we bargained for. An evil corporation led by a really bad dude named Southmore hacked our park’s technology. He made the Futureland revs and attractions glitchy and dangerous, and then he started kidnapping kids who visited the park. Can you believe he even made evil rev copies of my parents?

He wanted to frame my family and shut down our park so he could use our technology to start his own creepy city. But we stopped him. Totally pow, wham, whomped him outta the park! Even his own robot henchmen turned on him. But I didn’t do it alone. It was me, my new crew I met at Eastside Middle School, and Dooley--my best friend and the smartest rev ever.

The best thing about friends is that they can turn good mysteries into great ones. I don’t know what I’d do without them.



“What would you do without us?” Rich said, shaking his head at me. The five of us crouched behind a glowing bush off the beaten path of Futureland’s walking trails.

“Hush up, Rich!” Earl whispered. “We’re supposed to be hiding.”

A group of revs with bright orange eyes and Futureland uniforms walked slowly past our hiding place. They peered side to side as they made their silent nightly rounds. We all crouched lower to stay out of sight.

“CJ--are those Watchers?” Angel asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, they’re doing their last check of the park, to make sure nobody stayed behind after the doors closed. They’ll be gone in a second. Then we can move.”

“What are we looking for, anyway?” Yusuf asked.

“You’ll see.” I smirked. I waved for my crew to follow me as I bounded from behind the bush. We took off running through the park, headed to the nearest Jet-Blur pod station.

We placed our feet on the Jet-pads, and two metallic black orbs, big enough for us to crawl into, arrived within seconds. Me and Rich took the first one. Yusuf and Angel went for the second one, and little bitty Earl squeezed between them. He’d do anything to stay close to Angel.

I programmed our pods to travel to the same location, deep within the park to an area that visitors hardly ever encountered.

Our pods landed gently in a clearing surrounded by fog and shadows. I stepped out and felt a leaf crunch softly under my foot.

“CJ . . .” Earl’s voice quavered. “Where are we?”

“This is the back of the park. Between the Mines of Tomorrow and Future Trek.”

“Mines of Tomorrow? Isn’t that that scary place where you almost got trapped by those creepy cave-revs?” Rich asked.

“Well, yeah,” I started, “but this part of the park is empty. No one comes this way. There’s nothing out here.”

“Then what’s that?” Yusuf pointed.

Through the fog, I spotted the outline of a large metal cylinder, like an upside-down cup, as tall as the lowest tree branches. It didn’t sparkle or make any sounds--simply camouflaged into the darkness surrounding it.

“The perfect place to hide something,” I said.

We stepped toward the cylinder, circling it and chattering with each other in low tones.

“CJ, is this something your parents made?” Angel asked. “Why did they put it all the way out here?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “I noticed it on my locator scanner the other week, but my parents haven’t said anything about it. It could be anything. Maybe even something Southmore left behind.”

“Creepy,” Earl said. “I don’t want to relive that all over again.”

“This thing is probably just junk,” Rich said. “Storage or something your parents wanted to put out of the way. It’s not dangerous. Look at it. It’s not even turned on.”

Rich whacked the side of the cylinder with his leg like he was playing kickball. Immediately, a blinding column of light blasted upward through the trees from the center of the dome.

“Rich, no!” I tried to move toward the machine, but the ground under me started to rumble. I tumbled backward. My heart thudded as my eyes darted between my friends. I have to get them outta here. I have to keep them safe.

I pushed myself up off the ground, but someone grabbed me from behind. When I tried to shout, my breath got caught in my chest. I wriggled and kicked, but I couldn’t break free. What was happening?

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

My heart pounded. I started to get dizzy. I screamed out, but the person holding me covered my mouth. My mind raced. It’s Southmore. Southmore is behind this. He’s back to finish the job. Him and his evil, corrupted revs.

The column shining out of the top of the cylinder disappeared, leaving us in total darkness for a couple seconds. Then soft lights beamed down into the clearing through the surrounding trees, and I opened my eyes to get a look at the villains.

Watchers. Futureland’s very own security revs. Wearing typical Watcher outfits--dark clothes, hats with low brims. You might even mistake them for regular park guests if you didn’t know what to look for. That made it easier for them to do surveillance in all of Futureland. But what were they doing here?

My Watcher held me so tight I still couldn’t turn around, but I heard multiple sets of footsteps crunching behind me, getting closer and closer. Within seconds, Mom, Dad, and Uncle Trey appeared in the clearing and stood in the middle of all of us.

“Cam. What on earth are you doing?” Mom asked. Her face tightened, stern. Her back-length locs were wrapped in a bright purple silk headwrap.

“Um, exploring?” I said, my voice muffled by the Watcher’s hand still covering my mouth. Mom shook her head in disappointment. My heart tumbled. I snuck a glance at my friends, my skin prickly with embarrassment.

“Let them go,” Uncle Trey barked at the Watchers. The park’s security-revs turned us all loose and faded back into the woods surrounding the cylinder.

“You’re pretty deep in the park,” Uncle Trey said. “Got your friends out here, too. After closing. Gotta be more careful, kid.”

“How many times have we told you, Cam--you can’t just sneak around wherever you want. We had no idea where you were.” She gulped. “Futureland is . . . It’s different now. We have to be more careful.”

“I--I don’t know,” I stammered. “I found this thing. I thought . . . I thought maybe Southmore--”

Mom sighed and walked over to me, kissed...

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Verlag
Random House Books for Young Readers
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593479467
ISBN 13 
9780593479469
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Zeichner
Khatib Khadijah
Anzahl der Seiten
384
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