America the Dead Series

America the Dead: Begins the End

The camp was a makeshift place off an old logging trail. It was dry under the pines where they had set up camp, but the logging road had flooded over, the water had receded, and now the road was a quagmire of mud steaming in the early morning sun. They had encountered no major obstacles on the way in. Joel knew the way. The road was cracked in a few places, flooded in a few others, but only a few inches of water. The major stuff had held off until they had arrived and settled in. Fiction, Horror, Science fiction, Utopias & dystopias, Family sagas, #Dystopian #Apocalyptic #Horror #DellSweet

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America the Dead: Los Angeles

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.

Billy was up on the roof. Beth, Jamie, Winston and Scotty were standing at the edge of the building as he was, looking out over the city. Things were crazy, and they seemed to be getting worse as the days rolled by. Fiction, Horror, Science fiction, Utopias & dystopias, Family sagas, #Dystopian #Apocalyptic #Horror #DellSweet

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America the Dead: Manhattan

The doorman, an elderly white haired man, had been dead, lying in the doorway preventing the door from closing and locking. The dead had killed him but not turned him. Or at least he had not turned yet. What a lot you learn in three days, she told herself now, as she remembered. They had dug in, shifted him outside the door. Bear had dragged him to the gutter as she had held the door. They had no sooner let the door close than he had sat up in the gutter of the street.  Fiction, Horror, Science fiction, Utopias & dystopias, Family sagas, #Dystopian #Apocalyptic #Horror #DellSweet

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