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The Earth's Survivors books follow series of 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 standing leaned ...

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 ...

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 ...

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. “...

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 ...

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 ...

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 schematics for the neural network were a symphony of complexity, a testament to the intricate beauty and terrifying potential of the human mind. Emily, hunched over her console, felt a profound connection to the data streams flowing before her. Each line of code, each simulated pathway, represented a step closer to her ultimate goal: the creation of a consciousness untethered by the frailties of the flesh, a mind capable of processing the universe at speeds that would leave organic brains gasping in its wake. This was not merely about overcoming the limitations of biology; it was about ...

Crime Time 2 contains two complete crime novels in one book. Livie: A trip to the weed man goes horribly wrong for a young woman who is skating through life. Not really taking care or caution. Something has happened to the weed man though, he isn't answering the door, and that just escalates because Livvie has o know what has happened inside the house, she can't just walk away. Maybe there will be free drugs, something special, something unexpected. She didn't know, but she had to open that door and find out... (From the story) The heroin became a less frequent companion, its presence ...

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 ...

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 ...

It happened so fast, Mike told himself later, that no one had, had any time to react. They had heard nothing. Two watches were posted, Nellie and Tim on opposite ends of the circle. Nellie facing the highway, Tim looking back towards the mall. Molly had just stood up to walk over and talk to Nellie when the shot had come. The flat, loud crack of a high powered rifle. Mike's head spun hard as it automatically turned at the sound and tried to duck at the same time: He saw Nellie falling and falling, and it seemed as though there were a fog around her head for a second and then it was gone, ...

Earth's Survivors Collection Two contains the complete text from books three and four of the Earth's Survivors series, The Nation and Home In The Valley. 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, ...