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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 ...

He remembered the drive that day, the specific curve of the road, the way the late afternoon sun had slanted through the windshield. He dissected every moment, every conversation, every decision, searching for the infinitesimal pivot point, the single missed cue that had led to this catastrophic conclusion. The “what ifs” were a relentless barrage, each hypothetical scenario a fresh wave of guilt washing over him. What if he’d taken a different route? What if he’d been driving slower? What if he’d insisted they stay home? Each question was a self-inflicted wound, a testament to ...

In the ancient past a cro magnon girl child was born and promised in marriage to a distant related tribe. She has come of age, sixteen and will now be escorted across several hundred miles of wilderness to her soon to be mate in the distant tribe.. Hunters and a medicine woman will accompany her. Once there she will begin her new life and face whatever lies ahead for them... The early morning hours were a symphony of tearful goodbyes. Her father, Torvin, pressed a sharpened flint knife into her hand, his rough touch a silent vow of protection, a final extension of his guardianship. Her ...

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, ...

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 ...

In the heart of the vast and shimmering Pacific Ocean, three young ship boys, each no more than a few years past their childhood, found themselves cast away on a breathtakingly beautiful tropical island. This was no ordinary place; it was a lush paradise adorned with vibrant flora and fauna, where the warm sun kissed the golden sands and the gentle waves whispered secrets of the sea. Yet, beneath this idyllic exterior lay the harsh reality of survival in the 17th century, a time when the world was still largely unexplored and filled with both wonder and danger. The boys had been crew ...

The air, once a crisp promise of life, now hung heavy, a suffocating shroud of ochre dust and acrid fumes. Earth, their ancestral cradle, was gasping its last, ragged breaths. Decades of unchecked industrial sprawl, of rivers choked with effluent, of forests razed for short-term gain, had finally brought the planet to its knees. The sky, a bruised canvas of perpetual twilight, offered no solace, only a grim testament to humanity’s heedless ambition. From the viewport of the Eagle Two, Earth was a dying ember, its once vibrant blues and greens leached away, replaced by the sickly hues of ...

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 ...

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 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 ...

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...

The Criminal Intentions books are collections of short stories, some short some nearly novel length that I have combined together in this collection for you to enjoy, Dell. In this collection are the following short stories: PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS A GOOD PLAN BLACKNESS OF THE SOUL THE LAST TAXI RIDE DELLO GREEN THE ACCIDENT THE MAN WHO NEARLY TOOK MY LIFE THE STORY OF THE MEXICAN WHEN THEY TRIED TO KILL ME An excerpt from the short story The Accident: I lay breathing heavy, trying to calm my racing heart. The dream had been so vivid, so real. I had held her and it had felt so good so real ...

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 ...

John watched as Bear helped the girls move their sleeping bags and back packs over to a clear space on the factory floor. He didn’t see what Madison saw in Cammy, but it was her choice, and she wouldn’t get a second chance with him. He came close to slamming his fist into the cement floor. Not frustrated at all, he told himself. Not even a little. He was about to roll out his sleeping bag and go to sleep, maybe tomorrow would have a different spin, he thought briefly, when Bear walked over and dropped down in a squat next to him. He moved so fast and easy for a big man. “Hey,” John ...

The gritty concrete pressed against my cheek, cold and unforgiving. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, radiating outwards to claim every muscle, every fiber of my being. My body felt heavy, leaden, as if anchored to the ground by unseen chains. The air hung thick and cloying, a miasma of decay and something else… something feral, something primal. I coughed, the taste of blood metallic on my tongue, a coppery tang that clung to the back of my throat. My eyes flickered open, focusing slowly on the blurry shapes around me. The first thing I registered was the stench – the ...

Joel has lived and worked his whole life in the small town of Glennville, but his life is about to change forever; only time will tell if it is for the better or the worse. He goes to work at the mill, drinks with the few friends he has at a local bar on the weekends. He's got his truck packed for an off-grid adventure he's planed for his vacation. Fortunate for him, because when he awakens to leave for that trip, everything has changed permanently... Haley is in Glennville because her husband was stationed at the nearby base. In a few hours her life is also going to change forever. She ...

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 ...

Los Angels in the midst of the largest extinction event in thousands of years. Billions worldwide will die. Millions will die on the North American continent. The few who are left will struggle to stay alive in a vastly changed world where the worst of humankind seems to have come forward. Billy and Beth are friends who live in L.A. Beth works as a waitress in a seedy club, Billy is on the run from the authorities in two countries. He lived a dangerous life in his past. He also has a thing for Beth that is not returned, but it doesn't matter to him: He wants her anyway. They live in a ...