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Earth’s Survivors Apocalypse (The Earth’s Survivors Book 1)
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Earth’s Survivors
Rising From The Ashes Kindle Edition

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Earth’s Survivors The Nation Kindle Edition

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The survivors are on the road looking for a place to begin
again…

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Earth’s Survivors Home in the Valley Kindle Edition

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Small bands of survivors are joining together, making their
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Earth’s Survivors: Plague Kindle Edition

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The Nation begins to rise from the ashes of the old world… https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0137DRAUY

 

Earth’s Survivors Watertown Kindle Edition

Tuesday Morning: Watertown He read the report twice and then
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Earth’s Survivors: World Order Kindle Edition

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The Nation is growing and needs protection from the dead…
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Earth’s Survivors: Knock (The Earth’s Survivors Book 8)
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Earth’s Survivors Extras

 

Earth’s Survivors: Collection One Kindle Edition

Contains the complete text from the first two Earth’s
Survivors books, Apocalypse and Rising From The Ashes. #Dystopian
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Earth’s Survivors Collection Two Kindle Edition

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Earth’s Survivors Collection Two contains the complete text
from books three and four of the Earth’s Survivors series, The Nation and Home
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Earth’s Survivors: Collection Three. Outrunners. Kindle
Edition

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Earth’s Survivors Collection Four: Candace and Mike Kindle
Edition

The Earth’s Survivors books follow groups of survivors as
they struggle to stay alive in a vastly changed world. The most popular group
were Candace and Mike. #Dystopian #ApocalypticFiction #Horror #ZombieFiction
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Earth’s Survivors Collection Five Kindle Edition

All gone. Hopes, dreams, tomorrows: All buried in desperate
struggle to survive. The Earth’s Survivors Series follows survivors of a
worldwide catastrophe. #Dystopian #ApocalypticFiction #Horror #ZombieFiction
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ZERO

High summer: Plague year
one

Base Ostega

Northern Canada

1:00 am

The
first quake had been minor, the last few had not. The big one was coming. The
satellite links were down, but Doctor Alan Weber didn’t need to have a
satellite link up to know that. He touched one hand to his head; the fingertips
came away bloody. In any other circumstances he would be hurrying to get his
head wound taken care of, but these were not just any circumstances. The entire
world was ending, and it was a miracle to him that he had made it through the
complex above and down into the control room of the facility before it had been
supposed to automatically lock down. His office was a shamble, but his
secretary had met him in the hallway having ridden out the quakes in the supply
room, between the tall rows of steel cabinets: Together they had made their way
to the office.

All
main-line Comm links were down, probably because of the loss of the satellite
systems. Underground back-up cable Comm: Down. The facility was in bad shape,
and he was not kidding himself, there was no help on the way: No hope of
reaching the surface and the worst was not yet here. He was probably lucky to
have made it down the six floors to his office from where he had been. There
was an automatic lock-down program that would shut down the entire facility
within seconds of an attack or catastrophic event, it had failed somehow.

He
laughed to himself, he had, had to lock it down manually once he had made his
way in or else it would still be open to the world. He had blown up the two
main entrances to the facility, sealing his own fate as he sealed it off from
the world above.

He
had spent the last several years here in the Canadian wilderness running the
chemical countermeasure unit at the base. He had worked on a top-secret virus
designed to prolong human life in cases of extreme deprivation: nuclear attack,
war and other unlikely scenarios. He had spent the last two weeks working up to
this event from his subterranean office complex: All wreckage now. Still, he
had sent operatives out from here three days ago to do what they could to seed
the virus: Following his final orders sent down through some now probably
non-existent chain of command. He had heard absolutely nothing since and believed that was because there was no one left in command any longer.

The
virus was so secretive that no one beyond the base knew the true nature of it.
Even the politicians that passed bills for funding while looking the other way
had not truly known what they were funding. A couple of well-placed dollars in
the pocket could buy a great deal of silence.

Several
Army bases had secretly been infected and studied. The commanders of the armed
forces had, had no idea that anything was being tested on their men. The troops
had done well, surviving their training with little food and water much better
than they usually did, but over the next week nearly every bird in the area had
died. Some side effect they had not been able to ferret out.

That
virus build had also been crippled. It had a built-in self-destruct mechanism
to kill the virus after a short amount of time. In fact, that same version had
been kept as an antidote for the newest version which had no such mechanism and
would go on reinfecting indefinitely.

The
entire virus design and its capabilities were top secret. Top secret, and
usually Top Secret meant dozens of people knew, but this time it had meant that
it really had been Top Secret. Withheld from the public, and even those in
charge for years had known nothing of the true nature of the virus.

Last
week had changed it all. Last week the news had come down from the finest
scientific minds that an extinction event was about to take place. Up to ninety
percent of the world population would likely be killed off as events unfolded.
It was not a maybe, it was an absolute.

The
public knew that there was a meteor on a near collision course with the Earth.
They had paid off the best scientists to assure the public it would miss by
several thousand miles. A lie, but they had found that even scientists were
willing to look past facts if their own personal spin put a better story in the
mix. A survivable story, and so some had spun their own stories without
prodding. From there the internet had picked it up and run with it. From there
the conspiracy theorists, and by the end of the week the meteor was survivable.
The story that the meteor would destroy the planet was now a lie made up by
commanders of the rebel alliance in the Middle East to take the focus off their
actions, the public believed what it wanted to believe.

The
truth was that the meteor might miss, barely, a near miss, but it wouldn’t
matter because it would contribute to a natural chain of events that would make
a meteor impact look like small change.

The
big deal, the bigger than a meteor deal,
was the earthquakes that had already started and would probably continue until
most of the civilized world was dead or dying: Crumbled into ruin from super
earthquakes and volcanic activity that had never been seen by modern
civilization. And it had been predicted several times over by more than one
group and hushed up quickly when it was uncovered. The governments had known.
The conspiracy theorists had known. The public should have known, but they were
too caught up in world events that seemed to be dragging them ever closer to a
third world war to pay attention to a few voices crying in the wilderness. The
public was happier watching television series about conspiracies rather than
looking at the day-to-day truths about real conspiracies. The fact was that
this was a natural course of events. It had happened before, and it would happen
again in some distant future.

In
the end it hadn’t mattered. In the end the factual side of the event had begun
to happen. The reality, Alan Weber liked to think of it. And fact was fact. You
couldn’t dispute fact. You could spin it, and that was the way of the old
world, spinning it, but the bare facts were just that: The bare facts.

The
bare facts were that the Yellowstone Caldera had erupted just a few hours
before. The bare facts were that the earthquakes had begun all around the
world, and although they were not so bad here at the northern tip of Canada, in
other areas of the world, in the lower states, in foreign countries, third
world countries, the bare facts of what was occurring were devastating: Millions of dead, millions more would die before it was over, and this was nothing
new. The government had evidence that this same event had happened many times
in Earth’s history. This was nothing new at all, not even new to the human
race. A similar event had killed off most of the human race some seventy-five
thousand years before. The space race had been all about this knowledge: A rush
to get off the planet and settle elsewhere on an older, more sedate planet
before something that had already happened time and again happened once more.

The
virus was an answer, help, solution, but Alan Weber was unsure how
well the solution would work. It was, like everything else, a stop gap measure,
and probably too little too late. And it was definitely flawed, but he had
temporarily pushed that knowledge away in his mind. Even now as he sat and waited
for the end, which would surely come, out in the world operatives were
disbursing the virus that could save humanity.

He
thought for a moment, “Or destroy humanity,” he added aloud.

There
were no guarantees, and there was strong evidence to suggest the designer virus
did its job a little too well. Designed to help prolong life, there were rumors
that it could raise the dead. Some scientists who had worked with the virus in
the now destroyed facility had nicknamed it Lazarus.

Alan
had seen evidence to support the rumors that it could raise the dead, or the
near dead for that matter. He had been present when a test subject that had
been pronounced dead had come back: Weak, half crazy, but alive again.

As
the hours and then days passed the subject had become stronger, seemed to be
learning from the situation it was in. The decision had been made to kill it:
Even that had been difficult to do. Even so, he knew that it was the only hope
for society. There was nothing else. The military machine was dead. The American
government was dead. The president, from reports he had read, assassinated by
her own guards.

While
most of America had tracked the meteorite that was supposed to miss earth from
their living rooms and had been sidetracked by all the trouble in the Middle
East, he had kept track of the real events that had even then been building
beneath the Yellowstone caldera and many other places worldwide.

Yesterday
the end had begun, and the end had come quickly: Satellites offline. Phone
networks down. Power grids failed: Governments incommunicado or just gone. The
Internet down; the Meteorite had not missed Earth by much after all, and the
gravitational pull from its mass had simply accelerated an already bad
situation.

Dams
burst. River flows reversed: Waters rising or dropping suddenly in many places.
Huge tidal waves. Fires out of control. Whole cities suddenly gone. A river of
lava flowing from Yellowstone: Civilization was not dead; not yet wiped out,
but her back was broken.

In
the small military base of Ostega that had rested above the defense facility
near the shore of a former lake, the river waters that fed it had begun to
rise: The chemical countermeasure unit, several levels below the base in the
limestone cave structures that honeycombed the entire area, had begun to
succumb to the rising river waters. By the time the surviving soldiers from
above had splashed through the tunnels and into the underground facility, they
had been walking through better than two feet of cold and muddy water. Shortly
after that the pressure from the water had begun to collapse small sections of
caves and tunnels below the base that fed the unit: That damage had been helped
along by small after-shocks.

Alan
Weber watched his monitor as a wall gave way and the main tunnel began to
flood. It was only a matter of an hour at the most before the water found its
way to him. He sighed and then relaxed back into his chair, reached down and
pulled the lower file drawer open, and lifted out a partial bottle of scotch.
He leaned forward and Amber Trevers cleared her throat in the silent
observation room. Weber smiled and turned toward her.

“I
suppose you have been watching, Amber?”

She
only nodded.

He
nodded back. “Share a drink with me?” He turned away, not waiting for her words
of agreement. He heard her settle into a chair next to him as he pulled two
plastic cups from the sleeve in the bottom drawer, left over from the Christmas
party last year, and began to pour.

“I
don’t usually agree to drink on the job, but this is a different set of
circumstances, isn’t it?” His eyes met her own as she nodded weakly.

“It’s
almost over, isn’t it Doctor Weber?”

“I’m
afraid so… Call me Alan, Amber… Is it okay that I call you Amber?” He
finished pouring the scotch into the plastic cup. He had stopped at just an
inch in the bottom, wondered why and then filled the cup halfway instead.

North America

Far
above the Earth, satellites continued to orbit importantly.

The
North American continent lay sleeping far below. A wide inland sea had formed
in the middle, fed by a huge river that stretched from the former Hudson Bay to
the middle of the continent. Small in places and easily crossed, no more than a
river: Wide in other places as if it truly were a sea.

The
state of Alabama had been divided in two along with most of the lower half of
the former state of Florida. What resulted was the loss of the lower, southern
half of the state. What remained now sat nearly forty miles out in a shallow
bay that was quickly turning to sea: An island, the water surrounding it
growing deeper as time moved on and the gulf reclaimed the land.

The
upper northeastern section of the continent had already pulled apart and begun
to drift. Although it was imperceptible, the two land masses were inching away
from one another, and ultimately would be separated by a new ocean. And become
separate, smaller continents.

The
eastern end of the former United States was also drifting away from the
northern section of Canada. The massive earthquakes had also severed the state
of Michigan, turning it into a virtual island.

Toward
what had been the north, the St. Lawrence River basin had widened, pushing the
land masses further apart. The Thousand Islands bridge spans had toppled and slipped into the cold waters. The other bridges that had once spanned the
mighty river had also succumbed as the river basin had split and pulled apart.

The
new continent had severed her ties from Nova Scotia, as she had been pulled
south and slightly east, to begin her journey. Only the province of New
Brunswick and a small portion of Quebec remained with the continent. The rest
of Canada was severed from them by the wide and deep river, more like a huge
lake in places that surged from ocean to ocean.

Most
of the North American continent was now in a sub-tropical climate as well. The
poles had been displaced by the huge force of the multiple earthquakes and
volcanic blasts which were still ongoing. The old polar caps were melting, and
it would be thousands of years before they would once again re-form in their
new locations.

The
run-off from the melting ice would eventually reach the oceans and even more
land mass would be sacrificed to the waves before the polar caps would be
re-formed.

There
were only thirteen full states left on the small continent: The two former
provinces of Canada, one of which was only a small fragment; and parts of five
former states, the largest being Florida.

Before
the dawn, fires could be seen burning unchecked in many major cities, pushed
with the help of freak winds the flames continued in all directions,
occasionally fueled by chemical, and oil facilities, as well as numerous other
flammable sources they encountered. The world began its fall. 

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