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. “Oh God,” Beth whispered through her dry lips as she stared down at the stump of her arm. #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
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. #Dystopian #ApocalypticFiction #Horror #ZombieFiction #Series
The dead were all around, pulled from their wanderings by the sound of the wreck and the smell of the living. #Zombie #AvidReaders #ApocalypticFiction #Horror #BookLover #Kindle #Amazon
This book begins at the beginning of the apocalypse and works through the first few months as Bear makes his way from Manhattan to New Jersey; Pennsylvania and then through the middle states. And finally Kentucky where he meets Mike Collins and becomes a member of the fledgling Nation, founded by a group of survivors who believe they have found the perfect place to begin to rebuild society… #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
She travels across the country with Billy, facing both the living and the dead as she makes her way from one coast to the other. The trip is long and she is holding out hope of structure, life, safety on the east coast: Hopes that may not be realized. Still they continue. Depending only upon one another as they struggle to make their epic journey… #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
He lay there for a long time, the rough, unfamiliar texture of the thin mattress an insistent reality against his skin. His body ached with a weariness that went beyond mere physical exertion; it was a soul-deep fatigue, a profound exhaustion born from the relentless weight of his own undoing. The remnants of his past now pressed down on him like the relentless sun… #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
Candace and Mike: The two most popular people from the Earth’s Survivors series. The extended book tells their story from their point of view; start to finish as they make their way through the apocalypse… #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
The weight of his pack felt less like a burden and more like a promise. A promise of a few more days, a few more weeks, where the immediate threat of starvation was held at bay. A promise that he could continue to move, to explore, to survive. The cacophony of the infected was not merely a byproduct of their existence. Maria, hunched over her worn journal in the meager light of her shelter… #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
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. “Oh God,” Beth whispered through her dry lips as she stared down at the stump of her arm. #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
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 clubbed it to the ground. But the rest came so fast that they could not hope to easily and quickly pick them off.
The rusty hinges of the dilapidated shack groaned a mournful protest as Bear pushed open the door, the scent of damp earth and decay clinging to the air like a shroud. Inside, Winston lay huddled beneath a threadbare blanket, his breathing shallow and ragged. #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
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. #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
Things were crazy, and they seemed to be getting worse as the days rolled by. The police precinct was still burning. It had started sometime during the night two days before, and since there was no one to put the fire out, it had been raging for hours now. A few minutes ago, the roof of the building next door to the precinct burst into flames. #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
In the epoch before epochs, before the first star ignited or the first whisper of thought coalesced, there existed a state of being so profound, so utterly complete, that it defied definition. It was a boundless, uncolored tranquility, an expanse that knew no north or south, no rise or fall, no beginning or end. Imagine a canvas unpainted, a song unsung, a silence pregnant with all possibility, yet utterly devoid of form or shadow. In this infinite quietude, there were no shadows to define…
The journey begins in the mundane. Elias, is a cartographer in a secluded, technologically stunted city. A mysterious, ancient star map is discovered, one that promises a new world beyond the known horizon—a journey that society’s elders have forbidden. Elias, a man of logic and reason, is intrigued by its impossible geometry and the legend of the “Whispering Stars.” The map is stolen from a secured vault, and Elias, framed for the crime, is forced to flee. He finds a cryp…The Cartographers Celestial Quest eBook by W. G. Sweet – EPUB | Rakuten Kobo United States
He remembered the drive that day, the specific curve of the road, the way the late afternoon sun had slanted through the windshield. He dissected every moment, every conversation, every decision, searching for the infinitesimal pivot point, the single missed cue that had led to this catastrophic conclusion. The “what ifs” were a relentless barrage, each hypothetical scenario a fresh wave of guilt washing over him. What if he’d taken a different route? What if he’d been driving slower? What…
The gritty concrete pressed against my cheek, cold and unforgiving. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, radiating outwards to claim every muscle, every fiber of my being. My body felt heavy, leaden, as if anchored to the ground by unseen chains. The air hung thick and cloying, a miasma of decay and something else… something feral, something primal. I coughed, the taste of blood metallic on my tongue, a coppery tang that clung to the back of my throat.My eyes flickered ope…