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The first quake had been minor, the last few had not. The big one was coming. The satellite links were down, but Doctor Alan Weber didn't need to have a satellite link up to know that. He touched one hand to his head, the fingertips came away bloody. In any other circumstances he would be hurrying to get his head wound taken care of, but these were not just any circumstances. The entire world was ending and it was a miracle to him that he had made it through the complex above and down into the control to the office. All main-line Comm links were down, probably because of the loss of the ...

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...

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 ...

Most days he didn't think of his old life, but when he did it wasn't with regrets. The hardest thing of all had been shooting Nikki. When she had said she had killed April, he had remembered that a body had been found the day before. He just hadn't connected the two things. And it would've made no connection in his head anyway. He hadn't known April Evans. Nikki Moore had become April Evans to him. He would never have known the difference. What he had known was that she had not been entirely honest with him. He had caught her more than once doing things that were stupid, outright dangerous ...

I decided that I did not have enough to do in my guitar shop, and so I decided to take some of the cast-off parts, put some work into them, manufacture a few parts myself and build a custom acoustic guitar for studio recording. I import thousands of guitars a year, and I buy a great deal of domestic parts. All of that goes to anticipate and meet my customers' needs. For this I wanted to get by cheaply. Something a customer may not want because it is scratched, broken, poorly assembled doesn't always merit the same rejection attitude from me. I can fix it. I may be making changes that won't ...

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 is something I have never had. So much love, so much caring, it overwhelmed me for the first little while. That and the other. Having to kill a man. But it was worse for those who stayed behind when we made our way to this place. If they had not stayed to fight the rest of us would not have been able to get away. David told me what it had been like for them. They had to kill too. They had to kill children that were controlled like puppets. Deadly puppets ...

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....

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 ...

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 ...

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, ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 Earth's Survivors books follow a series oif different survivors as they awaken to the destruction of the Earth and begin to pick up what is left of their lives. This is the first book to center on the Alabama Island survivors. Set in the former state of Alabama, it begins in New York and makes its way there via the ruined roads and fields... Joel and Haley They both stopped short as they topped the small hill at the crest of Main Street and stared down at the downtown area on the other side of the river. It appeared to be more of a war zone than a city. The buildings that were still ...

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 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...

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 ...

The summer of 1969 in Glennville New York had settled in full tilt. The July morning was cool and peaceful, but the afternoon promised nothing but sticky heat. Bobby Weston and Moon Calloway worked furiously on the go-cart they had been planning to race down Sinton Park hill, in the old garage behind Bobby's house. Both boys had grown up in Glennville. Bobby on upper Fig, Moon on lower Fig. And even though they had gone to the same schools and grown up just a block apart, they had only recently become friends. The Go-cart was a project they had devoted the last two weeks to, and it looked ...

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.