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America The Dead Survivor Stories One contains the first two books of the America The Dead series. Begins The End: When a catastrophic natural disaster looms on the near horizon, the government releases an airborne virus designed to make the human race better able to survive. Those that do survive are picking up the pieces of their world, and those that have died lay in their death sleep, but in their bodies the virus works on, mutating, setting the stage for a second catastrophe far worse that the first. Los Angeles: An apocalypse of epic proportions has shaken the Earth to it's core. In ...

Are you a fan of post-apocalyptic stories? Do you love a good ol' zombie thriller? Well, let me introduce you to Reset - a gripping new series that will have you on the edge of your seat! Set in a world ravaged by a Zombie Apocalypse, Reset follows the harrowing journey of lone survivors as they struggle to stay alive amidst the chaos and destruction. But it's not just the undead that they have to contend with - there's also the looming threat of gang violence, the constant breakdown of the environment, and the scarcity of safe havens. What you will love most about Reset is the raw and ...

Her worn boots crunched on shards of broken glass and twisted metal, remnants of a world that had once teemed with life. Buildings, skeletal remains of their former glory, clawed at the sky, their empty windows like hollowed-out eyes staring blankly at the desolate landscape. She moved with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who had learned to conserve energy, every movement measured, every step calculated. Survival was a delicate dance, a precarious balance between hope and despair. Elara clutched the worn leather satchel close to her chest, its contents her lifeline: a handful of dried...

Frank Morgan is headed to a small New York town to find out what has happened to a reporter friend of his. A small thing, in the scheme of things. He is not even sure there is a real need to be concerned... At first anyway... But it seems like there may be much more to his friend's disappearance that it seemed at first. Murder greets him and the mystery deepens from there. Whispers of a clandestine group of international crime associates, killers, assassins. Posing as ordinary businessmen, heads of respected organizations, corporations known to millions worldwide. But they are much more ...

And Harlem was strange. The gangs had taken over. First fighting among themselves, then taking over the streets. The drug infested blocks just off the interchanges where the white folks had sometimes driven down into, pretending to be lost so they could buy their shit, take it back to their cozy, safe neighborhoods - probably a place just like this, Donita thought - and get high with their friends, closed down. The whole area blocked off, city buses pulled across the streets. They had tried to go there. She knew first hand what it was like. She and Bear had left that area after just a few ...

Donita: New York: The fires smoldered but no longer burned. Donita walked down Eighth Avenue towards Columbus Circle. Behind her a silent army followed, numbering in the thousands. From the circle they would take the park. There were thousands of the living camped out in the park. She could smell them on the air that flowed past her face as she walked. They had believed they were safe in their numbers. They had believed that nothing could touch them with their barricades. And for a time that had been true, but that time was passed now. She had left rapid city and begun her walk with only ...

America The Dead Survivor Stories three contains books five and six of the Series. War at Home two: Donita: The hunger was terrible, all consuming, and it came in crashing waves. The impulse to feed seemed to be the only coherent thought she had. It was hard to think around, hard to think past. It was all she could do not to rush from the trees, find the smell that tempted her and consume it. Eat it completely. Leave nothing at all... Zombie Fall: Arlene’s Journal: It's the night before the six will leave to go back to the outside. I think of it that way... The outside. This place ...

Project Bluechip: Watertown NYComplex C: Patient WardTest Subject: Clayton HunterCompound SS-V2765Gabe Kohlson moved away from the monitors. “Heart rate is dropping, don't you think...” He stopped as the monitor began to chime softly. Before he could get fully turned around the chiming turned into a strident alarm that rose and fell. “Dammit,” Kohlson said as he finished his turn.“What is it,” David Johns wheeled his chair across the short space of the control room. His outstretched hands caught him at the counter top and slowed him at Kohlson's monitor.“Flat lined,” Kohlson...

This is a new collection of short stories. They are not similarly themed and include, Western (The title story), apocalyptic, horror, sci fi, drama and more. Six stories total... Only in Dreams: A fateful night on a dark river road takes a toll on a young man, killing his wife and friends and leaving him in a deep well of despair he must try to climb out of. But fate is not finished with him when dreams continue to drag him back to that fateful night and then seem to take control of his waking life as well. Mister Johnson: A horse thief steals a poor dirt farmers plow horse, part of a team ...

America The Dead Survivor Stories Five contains books Nine and Ten of the series. Both of these books were unreleased.The Fold Book Two: Rodney stood slowly from Mamma's grave where he had been kneeling, and turned to the people behind him. Jessie stepped out and the small crowd fell silent.“It's time,” she said simply, “it's time to leave.” She turned back to the others and they climbed inside her SUV. A few moments later she backed around, came back up onto the rutted dirt road and started slowly out of the settlement.Most of the inhabitants had left soon after Mamma had died. ...

Donita: The hunger was terrible, all consuming, and it came in crashing waves. The impulse to feed seemed to be the only coherent thought she had. It was hard to think around, hard to think past. It was all she could do not to rush from the trees, find the smell that tempted her and consume it. Eat it completely. Leave nothing at all... It was about an hour and a half past sunset when Mike took over one of the perimeter guard posts from Susan. It was simply the far corner of the garage complex that overlooked a field and the highway beyond it. “Quiet?” He asked. “Pretty much. The dog....

For Billy Jingo, living in Glennville is a dead in life. His trailer home next to the county dump. His dead-end job. The boring life he lived. And then on Friday morning his whole world turned upside down. He suddenly found himself emerged in crime that was so far above his normal reasoning range that, at first, he couldn't even comprehend the implications on it. In a heartbeat he found himself in a fight for his life. On the run with someone's drugs and money and a girl he had not even known just a few hours before. Buckle up, enjoy the ride. Fast paced pulp style fiction...

Ethan lives in Harlem with his wife Janelle. The city gets out of control fast as an apocalypse hits the world. Harlem is burning; what is not burning is gang controlled. What is not gang controlled is abandoned. The people are on their own. The cops disappeared, same with fire fighters. The Fires are unchecked. Across the river parts of New Jersey are also burning. Ethen and his wife pick up bits and pieces of newscasts but none of it seems to make sense to them. Things become clearer over the next few nights. Something, or somethings are prowling the streets at night, preying even on the ...

The United States of America are no more. The people left to fend for themselves with no governments, cites, electricity, grocery stores, medicines... It's all gone. In face most of the people are gone with it and those that are left are unsure of strangers. Untrusting of anyone. There are rumors of dead coming to life again. There are rumors of some of the larger cities surviving only to be taken over and run by gangs now. Follow a group who come together and then make their way across part of what is left of the country. They are only looking to survive what is left of the world they used...

May 2nd Somehow it seemed that with John's death they had lost their drive to get out of the city: They had settled into the factory and within a few days' others had begun to join them. At first Bear had done his best to dissuade them, silence and moodiness seemed to be his only persona for most of that time, but Madison and Cammy welcomed newcomers and got them set up with sleeping areas inside the factory. They also organized daily outings for supplies, and that enabled Bear to get a better idea of the area they were in. They had left in the early morning of May 2nd, Bear and Cammy on ...

The dead were all around, pulled from their wanderings by the sound of the wreck and the smell of the living. Johnny shifted Lana's weight more fully onto his shoulder, and lifted the gun, but before he could fire, the truck blew up behind him and he felt himself pushed by the blast out into the street where he struggled to stay on his feet. A warm rush of air moved rapidly past him and Johnny got his feet moving only a second later. The dead scattered. They made an odd clicking sound, a sort of strangled scream, which Johnny supposed was all they could do with no air to move their lungs, ...

I walked through the park. There were hundreds there already. In the coming days those same people began to make the park home. But that day they wandered aimlessly. In shock. The subway was shut down, most of it flooded. The buses parked. You could not find a cab. The same with the cops. Everything that was the same about the city. The things you could depend on to be the same day after day, were gone. A few short days and they were gone. No more. And it had a feeling of permanence to it. A feeling of doom. I sat down on a bench and watched the people shuffle by. No noisy kids. No babies ...

On election night 1934 in Minneapolis, what appears to be a politically motivated attack sets off a chain of events that draws the Red Jackal into a web of intrigue. Initially focused on uncovering the motives behind the assault, the Red Jackal soon realizes that a deeper conspiracy is afoot—one that threatens to sabotage a college football game and dash the hopes of a local university’s shot at a national championship. As the Red Jackal delves deeper into the mystery, he finds himself caught in the crossfire of an undeclared war between rival mob families in the Twin Cities. Struggling...

The initial tremor wasn't violent, more a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the reinforced concrete of the facility. Dr. Alan Weber, hunched over his console, initially dismissed it as a minor seismic event, common enough in this remote corner of the Canadian wilderness. He’d spent the last decade of his life buried in this facility, more comfortable amongst the whirring servers and sterile labs than in the embrace of civilization. The Lazarus Project demanded such dedication, such isolation. But this tremor… this was different. As the world begins to crumble events begin to ...

1933 in the Twin Cities. Minnesota's largest cities are beset by corruption and organized crime has free rein. Average citizens know that the justice system is weighted against them as the Great Depression sinks many into poverty and despair. Enter the Red Jackal, a vigilante shaped by the powers of ancient Egypt; a crimefighter who will defend the powerless and terrify the guilty.