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This is ridiculous. I mean seriously. I work for years, since I was in high school for crap’s sake, to be prepared for any emergency, anytime. I study, I train, I keep up with the news. I look for new products, I scour the web for suggestions about things I should always have on hand. I took training courses.

Jason Sterling had a simple life by all accounts. He had worked the same job his entire adult life, he had never married and he had no children. He was used to doing things on his own. His comfortable life was shaken to the core the day he learned of his fathers death. It set in motion life altering events and the allure of a new life that was too great to walk away from. When an electromagnetic pulse brings the modern world to its knees, Jason's choice proves to be the right one.

Post-apocalyptic fiction by Sean Liscom. Jason Sterling had a simple life by all accounts. He had worked the same job his entire adult life, he had never married and he had no children. He was used to doing things on his own. His comfortable life was shaken to the core the day he learned of his fathers death. It was a mysterious meeting that set life altering events in motion and the allure of a new life was too great to walk away from. When an electromagnetic pulse brings the modern world to its knees, Jason's choice proves to be the right one.

“This is Colonel Wyatt Matthews with the Phoenix Brigade, a federal military unit. I come to you this afternoon with a public service announcement. The federal government seeks the public's assistance in locating Jason Sterling, the former Governor turned fugitive wanted for severe acts of treason against the United States.”

No sooner had my two Jeep convoy cleared the gate of the ranch when I received a radio call from Jill. She informed me that O.P. 3 had just spotted a Hummer driving down the road about five miles south of the ranch. It was headed south, away from Elko and the ranch at a high rate of speed. When we reached the main road, I cranked the wheel to the left and pushed the throttle to the floor.

I thought the day my younger brother waltzed back into my life was the day everything changed. I couldn’t have been more wrong. That didn’t happen until the night of July 4, 2016. That was the night the lights went out and stayed out. That fateful night was only the beginning of 10 months and 1,200 miles through hell. Jason Sterling, my brother, told you his story. My name is Braden Sterling. It’s my turn to tell you the tale of our journey from a tiny town in Kansas to Elko, Nevada, and The Ranch.

Clayton Sanders left home the minute he had his high school diploma in hand. He waited that long only because the Army wouldn't accept him without one. Now, 10 years later, he's home. Home with no warning, no advance notice, no anything after being gone 10 years with almost no contact with his family.

Doom. Devastation. Death. Destruction. It seems that no matter what direction he looks, Clay Sanders can see little else. He has tried to maintain at least a small oasis of safety for the people closest to him, but that bubble is constantly threatened by those who want it for themselves, or else want to deny it to Clay and his family and friends, even though it belongs to them.

"Funding Eden" weaves an enthralling tapestry of suspense, corporate intrigue, and speculative science, where the lives of diverse characters intersect in the shadowy world of lawsuit funding. The story follows Cal, a young aspiring lawyer drawn into the murky depths of Plum Street Funding. There, he uncovers the company's enigmatic ties to the Heritage House Network and the secretive Braunian Society.

In the wake of the cataclysmic events that reshaped our world in 2020, a sense of relief washed over us all. By late 2023, I think we were ready to just live life again. I know I was. It was a time to make new friends and put the past to rest. Rayne and I hadn’t known each other long, but we were building a solid friendship, nothing more. It was our common interests that sent us on vacation together to my remote cabin. What we didn’t, couldn’t know, was that we were on a collision course with the end of the world as we knew it.

The plague spared few who came in contact with it. When it was finally time to plant the spring crops, the farmers were only allowed through the gate under heavy guard. It was the same when the cowboys went out to bring in the cattle. Hunting parties, scavenging parties, they were all heavily guarded. To have the blood of an immune meant you had a target on your back. There were groups of survivors who held the belief that our blood could bring them immunity. However false their beliefs, it was the last shred of hope they had, and they clung to it ferociously, even violently.

Its Thanksgiving on the Sanders Farm. Clayton Sanders and his collection of friends, family, and even a few strangers have managed to keep themselves moderately safe in a vicious new world, brought about by the most massive Coronal Mass Ejection ever seen or recorded. Anything electrical and not protected from the surge of power has been completely fried. Most cars won’t start, the electrical grid has crashed, people with pacemakers in their chests have dropped dead in their tracks, the list goes on and on of things and lives destroyed by an electrical storm.

So far, the Apocalypse has not gone according to plan. At least, not according to the plan Clay Sanders and his friends had laid out. Things are finally changing, though for better or worse remains to be seen. Clay has agreed to offer what assistance the farm can spare to aid Captain Adcock and his National Guard contingent, hoping their presence will help bring order to the area.

Helicopter landing at the farm after everything quit working? Check. Outrageous (sort of) demands being made by the regional military command? Check. Clayton Sanders drafter back into the Army? Che-, er what? (insert record skipping noise). Army Colonel Hal Woodson visits the farm and appeals to both Clayton and Greg Holloway to step up and help restore order to the region. Each has their own job to do and their own role to play. For Clay? Escort a convoy of relief supplies in the area.

Alcatraz inmate #1186 was Charles Edward Hopkins, and Mr. Hopkins was no ordinary inmate. Not only did he serve time with the Anglin brothers who made the only successful escape from Alcatraz, but he was well-acquainted with notorious crime boss "Bumpy" Johnson, the legendary Italian mafia boss Vito Genevese, and many other infamous Alcatraz inmates. Never before has Charlie's full story been captured and shared with the public. Now at 87 years old, Mr. Hopkins is estimated to be one of the last five or six remaining inmates that served hard time in Alcatraz before its closing.

It’s ten years before the time of Charles Dickens’s novels, and the wild Miss Havisham is bent on revenge against the swindler who left her at the altar on her wedding day in Great Expectations. But it won’t be as simple as she hopes.

The Paiutes warned the settlers, but they didn’t listen. Now, their desert town, Big Bell Station, is cursed. A century later, Big Bell has become a failed casino town and money launderer’s paradise where depravity is overlooked and morality is scarce, and where the desert—and the coyotes—have a deadly mind of their own. When a scorned outlaw motorcycle club and a wanted jewel thief find themselves in the godforsaken town, they’ll stay just long enough to get the revenge and retribution they came for and get out. But when the Devil of the Desert comes home… No one is going anywhere.

“I was right, Max. The numbers and the science don’t lie. The real numbers and the real science that is. I was concerned about it back in 2020. Nobody else was though. I was told it was a statistical impossibility,” He paused for another sip from his glass before continuing. “I ran my concerns as far up the pole as I could, but I was always told the same thing. They said that better and brighter people than me were looking into it, and they weren’t concerned. Again, it was statistically impossible.”

A group of people evacuating ahead of civil unrest amid a societal collapse find themselves lost, alone, and on the run, deep in the woods of rural West Tennessee. With snow on the ground, no skills, and not much more than the clothes on their backs, the group is in dire straits and probably won't last the coming night. Until out of the falling snow, a lone figure approaches. Over the next few days their silent benefactor will keep them safe, fed, and warm while helping them acquire the know-how to care for themselves. The thing is, he's just a kid....

After purchasing a lucky winning lottery ticket, the four friends were able to purchase property to use not only as a quilters’ retreat, but also as a recreational ranch that doubled as a safe place to go in time of trouble. Little did they know that they purchased the property in the nick of time, as trouble was rapidly approaching.