W. G. Sweet and Dell Sweet writing as W G Sweet

The tires caught, and the pickup truck flipped into the air. When it landed it rolled before bursting into flames where it came to rest in the middle of the road. Joel mashed the brakes on the truck, and slid to a shuddering stop just before the wreck. The gas tank exploded and the truck lifted from the road; a split second later the kid spilled from the wreckage and started toward him…

“So, what happens next? I’ll probably leave,” Bear smiled. “I guess that was a long drawn out answer.” “No. Not really,” Madison answered. “I’m in the same place.” She looked around. Bear shrugged his shoulders. “Jersey’s looking better and better, huh?” He laughed a little. Madison looked up from her contemplation of the floor. The laughter had caught her by surprise. She laughed too, “Yeah.”

CBS had stopped broadcasting here three days ago, even though what they had been broadcasting had been sketchy because the satellites were out. They had been dependent on travelers coming out of the east or up from the south. It had apparently not stopped broadcasting soon enough as viewers had witnessed the network studios being overrun, and the anchor of the evening news attacked and killed…

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Kohlson saw Clayton Hunter lurch to his feet and stumble into the soldiers who were firing at point blank range in the tight confines. A series of bullets finally tore across his chest and into his head and he fell from view. A second later the firing dropped off and then stopped completely. “Jesus,” Kohlson managed before he also bent forward and vomited. They heard the air filtering kick on…

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Fresh snow today. The whole world is covered in clean, white snow. It makes it look like nothing ever happened here. I’m with a man named Tom. He’s crazy about me. I just can’t feel the same. I could fake it, but I told myself I’m not going to do that. I can’t keep on this way either; it is too hard on him, too hard on me. Today we decided to see how the city was… Destroyed… Little left…

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