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Gizzel, you take too many chances, I told myself. Too many. But my hand continued to rub Bear's head and scratch under his jaw, allowing my racing heart to slow. Catching my breath. Wondering what came next. I was new to this. I had never been this far before. I didn't know what came next. “Easy... Easy, Boy.” I lowered my hand to the dog's head and patted affectionately, trying to calm him. He whined low in his throat and looked around at the darkness that closed in on us. We were in a garage that much I could tell. Just a nondescript, average run-of-the-mill garage. I had had this ...

Earth's Survivors: Collection Three, Outrunners is all the collected OutRunner books in one place. There were three books written that were then discarded and the story lines were written into the Earth's Survivors books instead. This Collection follows the OutRunners as they assemble from L.A and N.Y., create the OutRunners and begin to run missions for the Nation. Those books are scattered throughout the other Earth's Survivors books, but in this collection the stories are told from the very start to the end of the last mission to wipe out the dead. There is also a never before published ...

The Earth's Survivors books follow groups of survivors as they struggle to stay alive in a vastly changed world. The most popular group from the website writings were Candace and Mike. They are from the northern New York town of Watertown close to project. Mike was a long time resident of Watertown. He knew the ins and outs of the small city: The people; the bars. He worked a boring factory job, the same job his father before him worked, but he didn't think of escape from his life. He had settled into it. He liked the small city and he was looking forward to his first vacation in many years...

Their briefing had been delivered by a man whose face was perpetually shrouded in shadow, his voice a low, emotionless drone. There were no pleasantries, no wasted words. The information was delivered with an economy that spoke of a system that valued efficiency above all else. Murk’s profile was minimal: a former operative, a ghost from a past he’d tried to erase, now resurfaced with a child and a valuable commodity. The stolen goods were not merely merchandise; they represented leverage, a piece of information that could destabilize rival factions or expose inconvenient truths. Their ...

Earth's Survivors Collection One contains the complete text from the first two Earth's Survivors books, Apocalypse and Rising From The Ashes. It also includes bonus material, a complete major character bibliography, plus information from the series and the future plans for the series. Save when you buy both books at once and get more of what you want... Earth's Survivors follows survivors of a worldwide catastrophe. A meteorite that was supposed to miss the earth completely, hits and becomes the cap to a series of events that destroy the world as we know it. Police, fire, politicians, ...

Plymouth PA Triad Mall They were inside the mall as night was falling. The parking lot was shadowed and creepy looking. Beth had just been about to speak when she heard a strange noise. Her eyes rose quickly to the ceiling. They came through the roof... Bear was talking to Beth, leaned against the door frame, staring out at the night black parking lot, when the first Zombie dropped from the ceiling of the store behind them. There were four of them outside the vehicles talking or keeping watch on the parking lot. Bear and Beth, Mac and Billy. When the first one dropped, Billy spun around and...

Hazleton: Bear “Hey,” Bear said. He knelt down next to Winston where he lay on a cot. “What's going on?” Winston nodded. “I think it's just something else, Bear. I know Cammy is worried, thinks it's my heart, but I don't think so.” Bear nodded. “What can I do?” “Nothing, really. I think it just has to run its course.” He shrugged. “Pain in your chest? ... Arm?” Bear asked. “Arm aches. Pressure in my chest. I got a bad ticker... I know it. I get that sometimes. I got Nitro... plenty,” Winston said. “But you don't think it will get worse?” Bear asked. Winston ...

Before Candace could speculate, a low, guttural growl echoed from the far end of the depot, followed by the distinct sound of heavy boots crunching on gravel. It was a sound of human origin, but there was an aggression to it, a territoriality that sent a prickle of alarm through Candace. "Someone else," Elara whispered, her hand tightening on her pipe. Candace nodded, her gaze fixed on the source of the sound. "And they don't sound friendly." She could see them now – a group of figures emerging from the gloom, their silhouettes indistinct against the muted light. They were armed, their ...

The sun, a pale disc bleeding into the hazy sky, offered little warmth. Kelvin’s gaze was drawn to every passing vehicle, his mind a sieve sifting through the mundane for signs of danger. A dark sedan, its make and model lost in the glare, idled at the intersection. Was it just someone waiting for the light? Or was it a shadow from their past, a hunter sent to reclaim what they had taken? The paranoia was a physical presence, a cold knot in his stomach that tightened with every passing mile. Liam, beside him, was no better. He’d started flinching at the slam of a car door, his eyes ...

The Nation “Hey,” Cammy smiled. “I thought you were just going to go on sleeping forever.” Beth levered her arms down to scoot up in the bed and nearly banged the stump of her arm against the side of the bed before Cammy stopped her. “Honey... Honey... Your arm. You have to be careful,” Cammy told her. She took her under the arms and lifted her gently back into the pillows. “Oh God,” Beth whispered through her dry lips as she stared down at the stump of her arm. “Somebody chopped off the rest of my arm.” Her eyes came up to Cammy's own. “Honey, Sandy had to take it. It...

The State Park sign was overgrown, sun faded and leaning at the side of the road. The four trucks sat idling just inside the treeline of the old narrow road that lead down into the campground. The driver's door of the second truck in line popped open, and Beth, wearing military style fatigues and carrying a wire stock machine pistol, walked up to the driver's side of the lead truck and tapped on the glass. Billy looked up from the map he was reading. “Beth, Just checking out this map. I think this is right.” His finger jabbed at a spot on the map that had been circled with red ink. “...

The sun, a weak, watery orb, struggled to pierce the perpetual gloom of the junkyard. Its rays, filtered through the grimy haze of industrial decay and the skeletal remains of rusted cars, cast long, distorted shadows that danced with the shuffling figures of the undead. This was their sanctuary, a chaotic landscape of twisted metal, shattered glass, and the lingering stench of decay – their home. Ethan, his face etched with the weariness of a thousand sleepless nights, hauled a dented bucket overflowing with salvaged canned goods. Each can, a tiny victory snatched from the jaws of ...

J is a rock legend! She's a singer, songwriter, and guitarist. J's music style blends punk, rock, and glam, with a rebellious spirit that's inspired many. She's also a pioneering female musician who's been a huge influence on women in rock. With a career spanning decades, J's still rocking! But she started out like any of us. She was exposed to music early on. She convinced her parents to let her take guitar lessons at a young age. She formed her first band, in the 1970s with fellow teenage girls and the rest is history...

To my brothers and sisters on the inside, those whose names I whisper in the quiet hours, those who taught me the brutal calculus of survival: may your scars be badges of your strength, and may your eventual release be a sunrise that washes away the long night. This book is a testament to your resilience, a raw whisper from the belly of the beast. It is for the ones who never made it out, whose lives were extinguished by the system, and whose memories serve as a perpetual warning.

In AA they say that addictions will take you to hospitals, Mental Institutions and Prisons. It's true. They will. I have been in all of those places because of my addictions. But addictions are not responsible for the life I lead entirely, and certainly not responsible for the things I did. I may have used because I believe it solved problems, or to cover pain, but the decisions I made, I made because I wanted to make them. Because I chose to make them. This is about the life that I lead that took me down the path of addiction that ruled almost all of my life. Although my addictions were ...

The air in the chauffeured SUV hummed with a manufactured excitement, a brittle façade over the collective exhaustion of four men who navigated the concrete canyons of Manhattan. Mike, the architect of this urban sabbatical, surveyed his companions with a practiced eye, the same gaze he employed to close multi-million dollar deals. Beside him, Joey, perpetually wired and radiating an aggressive energy that served him well in the trading pits, fidgeted with the cuff of his bespoke suit. Behind them, Bobby, a lawyer whose sharp suits hid a nervous disposition, stared out at the receding ...

Michael Watson is the captain of an inner galaxy cruiser: He Purchased Star Dancer right out of school and has spent the last twenty years running people and supplies to outposts within the confines of the Solar System and the established bases on the Moon, Mars and Saturn's moons. The times are changing though and the big money is in the longer out of system runs. To do that he'll need a crew and a bigger ship, but he has the ambition and the rest just might fall into place. A new navigator, the beautiful Petra starts him thinking in a new direction and not just about Star Cruising. Maybe ...

The dust swirled around my worn boots, a miniature desert storm kicked up by the frantic thump of my own heart. The air hung thick and heavy, the scent of dry earth and something else… something metallic and sickeningly sweet, clinging to the back of my throat. It was the smell of blood. Old blood. New blood. The kind that stains the soul as deeply as it stains the earth. I’d been clean for six months, six agonizing months of sweat-soaked nights and gnawing cravings, a testament to a willpower I never knew I possessed. Six months of staring at the cracked pavement, avoiding the shadowed...

In my younger days I lived my life like there was no tomorrow. I wasn't thinking about what to do when the check came due, when life changed, when I crossed someone or they crossed me. I wish I had grown up different, but my time on the streets and the lessons that taught me. And my time working for bad people after that just set me up for the mistakes that would nearly end my life more than once. Even people who were supposed to care about me did their best to sacrifice me when the time came to pay the check. Luckily, for me, some things and some people got in the way and stopped some of ...

The King is dead, the headlines screamed. A hard, hard day. But, what if the king wasn't dead? What if the king just got fed up with all of it and called it quits... The quiet cadence of Aaron’s days was rarely broken by external disruptions. His hermitage in the bayou was, by design, an exercise in profound isolation. Yet, the world, like an persistent tide, would occasionally lap at the shores of his self-imposed exile. These intrusions were not of the dramatic, attention-grabbing variety that had once defined his existence. Instead, they arrived as fleeting whispers, carried on the ...