American Apocalypse III
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"The story of a small group of people coping with difficult survival conditions following the United States' total economic collapse continues in this third book in Nova's American Apocalypse series. At the end of the last installment, Freya had led Gardener and his friends (Night, Ninja, Max, and Shelli) into an abandoned coal mine to hide out from the violent outpouring of people desperately trying to escape the Washington DC area. Autumn passes and their story resumes near winter's end. Gardener and his friends emerge from the mine and must come to grips with the horrors that took place while they were in safe hiding. Throughout the following months, they gather more and more people to them, growing from their small, tight band to a large Horde traveling across the country to a new home."
My honey was not fucking around. The girl lay there sobbing. Night told her, “Get up and start talking. ” The girl pushed herself up, rubbed her stomach, opened her mouth to say something and changed her mind. She shut her mouth, opened it again, took a deep breath, and said, “My father sent me out. There was a group of us. We were headed to some fancy resort in West Virginia where we would be safe. I doubt if you’ve heard of it. ” She paused. When she started again, her malice was obvious. “It’s called the Greenbrier.
Night giggled. “You mean the bow? ” “Yeah. ” Primly she replied, “It’s a sign of respect. ” “Right,” I said skeptically. “I don’t see them doing that to anyone else. ” “Of course. ” I was getting a pretty good grip on this relationship stuff so instead of saying that was ridiculous I replied, “Of course. ” She smiled, took my arm, and said, “Come on. Let’s go see the Witch Queen get crowned. ” We found Jose, who had lived, and Ninja getting everyone who could stand in ranks. There was not that much of a difference between the two groups except we still had our rifles and they didn’t.
Then I was called away to walk through the plan for tomorrow’s adventure. I guess if most of us had been soldiers in real life instead of online, we would have had a cool name for our meeting. Something like “Command Staff Briefing” or “Tactical Formation Plan. ” It would probably have to have tactical in it somewhere. I remember looking at military surplus equipment websites online, back in the day, and everything had “tactical” worked into the description. Tactical underwear for that half-naked rappel out the back window.
I picked up the screening team about an hour later. Actually the bird picked them up earlier and I had guessed where they would be based on our rate of travel. I saw them before they saw me, which gave me the advantage. I wasn’t going in for a kill but I didn’t mind patting myself on the back sometimes either, especially when it came to my skill in sneaking around in the woods. I stopped about fifty feet from where they were laid out and said, “Okay. Ya’ll can come out now. ” Ninja rose up from a clump of bushes about fifteen feet from where I stood.
It was not good enough to decrypt them, which told me a couple of things. Someone around here was mobile and had good equipment. It also told me that whoever it was didn’t see him as important enough to hear what they were saying. That meant it had to be the Feds. He was looking me over without trying to be obvious about it. “So where we going, Chief? ” “Taking you to the station. My niece reached out to me. Said you were ‘good people’. ” I thought, Bet she said more than that. Instead I said, “She’s right.