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The newfound resources provided a small measure of comfort, but the shadow of suspicion and mistrust lingered, a constant threat to their already precarious existence. They had survived the attack, but the war within Rapid City had only just begun, a war fought not with guns and blades, but with suspicion, betrayal, and the relentless erosion of trust. The fight for survival, once focused on the undead hordes, had shifted to a more insidious adversary – human nature itself. Their journey toward survival was far from over; the road ahead remained treacherous, fraught with uncertainty, a ...

The year is 1969: In the small city of Glennville people tend to stay to themselves. Neighbors matter. The streets, even in the poorest of neighborhoods are safe for children to travel on their own: Play kick the can after dark. But the city has its secrets, and those secrets have their dangers. Under the city, a series of caves cut from the limestone by the Black River attract visitors, children, some have entered and never come out; maybe lost, maybe part of Glennville's secrets. Something else lives in the cold, dark caves. Something some have suspected but refuse to believe. After all, ...

Sandy's Diary - March 26th I should start calling this a diary not a journal. It's funny, but we started these to leave at the cave but then we brought them with us to keep for the children. Now it's becoming something more, although still for the children, so they can see who we were or are... or both. I was about to write when I found out we'll have visitors in the morning. I hadn't expected it so soon. I wonder if they are people we can make a part of us? I guess we'll all see tomorrow. I'm excited, but I was already. Susan and I, well we're together. As in living, as in sleeping ...

As the clock ticks down for our planet and her inhabitants, powers that have lain dormant for centuries are loosed on the Earth. Zero Zero takes a look at a post apocalypse world in ruins. The governments are gone. The police, the military. The United States is no more. And even the simplest things are hard to come by. Some have hidden to ride out the storm unleashed upon the Earth, others have taken a stance in the fight. Those that survive the apocalypse are splintered and isolated. Mistrustful of one another, but beginning to come together in small groups. They have been told of a place ...

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 ...

The humid New York City night air hung heavy, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes and desperation. It clung to the skin like a second, grimy layer, a miasma composed of stale hot dogs, overflowing dumpsters, and the perpetual hum of a city that never slept. Under the flickering neon glow of a forgotten alleyway, a fractured mosaic of sickly green and searing red, Jenna and Marcus watched the transaction unfold. It was a performance they had rehearsed a thousand times in their minds, a delicate ballet of risk and reward, but the reality was always more visceral, more charged with an almost...

Then I saw him. Robby. He hadn't changed much. Still the same lean build, the same unsettlingly calm demeanor that had always made me both wary and fascinated. His eyes, though, held a sharper glint, a honed edge that spoke of survival in a world even harsher than the one behind bars. He was a predator, disguised in the sheep's clothing of a casual acquaintance, and the way he sat at the bar, radiating an aura of dangerous nonchalance, sent a chill down my spine. He caught my eye and offered a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent acknowledgment of our shared history. The years melted ...

The air hung thick and greasy, a miasma of stale beer, cheap whiskey, and desperation clinging to the shadowed corners of the bar. Smoke, thick enough to choke a horse, curled lazily from ashtrays overflowing with crushed butts, painting the dimly lit space in a hazy, sepia-toned gloom. Robbie sat hunched over a sticky tabletop, the flickering neon sign outside casting long, distorted shadows that danced across his face. He nervously tapped a chipped mug against the scarred wood, the sound sharp and brittle in the oppressive silence. Across from him, Marva nursed a drink, her eyes darting ...

The air hung thick and heavy, a humid blanket clinging to the skin even in the pre-dawn chill. The city, normally a cacophony of distant sirens and rumbling traffic, was unusually quiet, punctuated only by the rhythmic tremor that vibrated through the very foundations of the buildings. It wasn't a major quake, not yet, just a series of unsettling shudders, a prelude to something far more destructive. This was the kind of morning that scraped against the nerves, a low hum of anxiety that tightened chests and made even the most hardened criminals pause. In a cramped, dimly lit apartment above...

Crime Time is a collection of nine crime stories from author Dell Sweet. From short stories to near novel length... ... When a man tells you he has the moral flexibility to include murder in his life if he deems it necessary this is probably not a man you should be hanging out with. Jeff Johnson had reminded himself of this fact about Robert Biel more than once, yet every day he found himself hanging around, giving him lifts to do job searches, parole, where ever he needed to go: Even hanging around with him at night... Nine stories that are hard edged, entertaining and good, fast rides ...

The True: True stories from a small town are true stories from that place. From my childhood up through my adulthood. Some heartfelt, some heart rending, some the horrible truth of the life I lived at that time... (Based on a true story from my life. Names have been changed, but truthfully almost all of them are dead now so it doesn't matter.) The feeling of being thrown from the car, the jarring impact, the dizzying disorientation – these were moments etched indelibly into my memory. The world seemed to spin wildly, colors blurring, sounds distorting, creating a distorted kaleidoscope of...

Laura and Joe live lonely lives, but they are dreamers. When they close their eyes they dream travel through space and time, to other worlds with little more than a thought, but dreaming comes with a purpose. They have both fought that purpose, but when they meet each other in the dream world, that meeting creates a longing that neither can deny. A purpose, a destiny both must choose to follow.Laura Kast: Laura is a dreamer: When she was a little girl she knew she was destined to dream. She fought it and that fight nearly killed her, She found herself on the streets, drug addicted, away ...

I had come back to spend time with Laura. I could not tell her my real reasons. That I was afraid of leading the Dream Killer to her. Or I was not sure even whether I was coming back in the end, so I had wanted to see her one more time. She asked me about the Bear Killer who had been my Uncle and so I told her as we sat in the quiet of the evening and talked... I thought a moment, gathered my thoughts, and then began to speak to Laura. "I Knew Benjamin from my father's side of the family. My grandmother was Blackfoot. She came from Canada with my father and my uncles and aunts. My father ...

Earth Date 2096-08-25 16:52:58 Star Dancer Michael He got a good look at Petra as he flagged her through the air-locks: All fresh air; your basic space bug-Earth bug delousing unit. People had at one time believed that space was sterile. A few serious contaminations early in the century had stopped that. Of course the delousing process rendered you sterile. It was the same, male or female. The price you paid, so you banked your eggs or your sperm and didn't give it any more thought. Space travel, constant radioactive exposure, caused all sorts of birth defects. It only made sense. She was ...

Andrea Zurita was a young woman, there seemed no reason for her sudden illness and death, but there were things that should be done and so the local Mirukus, shaman had come. A few words, prayers, the shaman was a transplanted Haitian: They understood most of what he said, but not everything. He had left and they had prepared her for burial. She was washed and dressed in a plain white cotton dress. The second day came and the family came to call, leaving their wishes where she lay in her grandmother's home. The third day came and the burial was coming. Cousins, men who worked in a ...

The hand was mangled. It looked chewed, a finger missing, maybe an accident with a dog, his mind supplied. Accidents with dogs happened. He watched the little boy stumble along. The arm a grotesque parody of a real arm, swinging freely from its shoulder socket. Their eyes met a moment later, but it was already too late for the little boy. Roux had used his hands to prop his knees so he could stand. A second of standing had told him he could walk, and a single limping step had told him he could walk well enough. It had probably been the standing, his mind supplied now. His feet scraping on ...

Earth's Survivors Apocalypse 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, military, governments: All gone. Hopes, dreams, tomorrows: All buried in a desperate struggle to survive. From L.A. To Manhattan the cities, governments have toppled and lawlessness is the rule. The dead lay in the streets while gangs fight for control of what is left. Small groups band together for safety and begin to leave the ravaged cities ...

The end has come for most of the world's population. Small groups of survivors are picking up the pieces... Learning to live again... When the sun began to peek over the top of the ridge on the opposite shore of the Black River, everyone filed out to the two remaining trucks. It had been decided that Mike and Jan would stay behind while the others went in search of the stolen truck. They switched on and tested two sets of F.M. radios. “The range is normally only about two miles or so, but it’s not like there’s anything to interfere with them anymore,” Tom said. “We’ll take three...

The book steps back to the beginning of the plagues and how it was started. The release of the plague is detailed in this book, but it is not a post plague book, and you will not find many of the characters from the main Earth's Survivors books. I wrote this book to off an explanation of how the plagues came to be and offer up those responsible... Tuesday Morning: Watertown Project Bluechip Major Richard Weston He read the report twice and then carefully set it back on his desk. Johns or Kohlson: One of the two had stolen samples of SS-V2765. It was not a question. No one else had the ...

As Joe and Laura fall deeper into the Dreamer's Worlds they learn more about why they have been drawn there. They search to learn more about the legend of Sparrow Spirit, a young girl who has been trapped within stone for ten thousand years, but learning changes nothing. Their purpose is clear, they must act: They must free Sparrow spirit, even though it could claim their mortal lives...Laura Kast: Laura is a dreamer: When she was a little girl she knew she was destined to dream. She fought it and that fight nearly killed her, She found herself on the streets, drug addicted, away from the ...