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About the Ambush Scene, IEDs, and Tactics
It took months of planning, setup, and execution to create the epic battle scene. I hope it hit the mark.
Of course, none of it would have come together without the invaluable guidance of two highly respected Marines, each of whom spent countless hours assisting me with military tactics, operations, weapons, munitions, IEDs, and booby-traps. Not just in this book, but all my books starting with the release of Redfall in 2016.
Thank you, Ret. Sergeant Major Dennis R. and former sniper Rocket H. I am more than honored to be your friend.
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It’s a Wrap! Or is it?
Books 4 and 5 are done . . . finally! The epic conclusion was rather complex and needed to be perfect. Jack Bunker and his friends deserved the best ending I could muster. Hopefully, I did them justice. Especially since I spent an entire year working on these books. Now I wait to read all of your reviews to see if the ending landed on the mark. My fingers are crossed.
As I stated earlier in my wrap-up, Books 4 and 5 are the last planned installments of the series. I could continue the story in a number of directions beyond what’s planned, but that will depend on the feedback for each of the books in the series.
Only you control what happens next for Jack Bunker, Stephanie, Daisy, and the rest of the gang. If anything.
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Here are some questions rolling around in my brain at the moment (and making a strange rattling sound) . . .
I wonder what happened to Misty, Albert, and Dustin? They just disappeared without saying goodbye.
Something tells me Albert might cook up another batch of Clearwater Red. How would Bunker react? That could get bloody. For both men. Tin Man can handle himself. He outweighs Jack by a significant amount.
Then there’s Stephanie. Will she ever come back from Denver? We know she sacrificed her love in order for Daisy and Jack to be together. It’s probably the most unselfish thing she’s ever done in her life. But will she stick to her plan? Jeffrey’s going to be heartbroken. How will she deal with that?
Plus, we have little Megan. She’s an orphan now. I wonder if Jack should adopt her? And Tango. Oh, and Star. Wow. Jack would have his hands full. He’d probably have to take over the riding stables in honor of Franklin.
If Bunker adopts Megan and then his old biker gang comes rolling into town, how would that play out? Bunker should probably stay alert. I hear that Conner Watts fellow is a serious bad-ass.
I’m sure most of us assume other cities around the USA are infested with troops from Russia and China after the event, not just Clearwater. Maybe somebody should form a special unit and go take care of that problem? I’m thinking Jack Bunker might just be the man to lead the charge. He’d have to find someone small who’s willing to drive the tank. Or he could decide to stay in Clearwater and help Daisy protect the town. They do have some leftover Russian equipment they could use.
And last but not least, I might need to write a chapter or two exploring who took the covert photos for the Russians. I know who it was. Do you? Send me a note and let me know who you think did it and why. Here’s my email address: [email protected]
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Highway
A Post-Apocalyptic Tale of Survival
By
John Q. Prepper
&
M.L. Banner
Copyright © 2016 by
Toes in the Water Publishing, LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN-10: 0-9908741-8-4 (Paperback)
ISBN-13: 978-0-9908741-8-8 (Paperback)
ISBN: 0-9908741-9-2 (eBook)
ASIN: B01CK9WF8I (Kindle eBook)
First Edition: 3/2016
Highway is an original work of fiction.
The characters, dialogs, and many of the places mentioned are purely the products of this author’s imagination.
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
Published by
www.toesinthewaterpublishing.com
A Quick Note about Highway
This novel is set in a contemporary America of the very near future. As we’ve mentioned on the disclaimer page, this is a work of fiction. However, the particular set of circumstances covered in this book is absolutely possible. Yes, it’s fiction, but the threats covered in this book are as real as they can be.
In other words, consider this a warning to prepare yourself and your family, because this fiction could become reality.
Chapter 1
July 4th
Lexi and Travis
A flash of light changed all American life in an instant.
Their father overcorrected and they swerved so hard, Lexi rolled over on top of her brother in the back seat. Then they veered the other way and she was planted back in her place, face pushed against the door by their car’s inertia, Travis now on top of her.
Shattering glass and sparkles of light filled her senses.
The stop was sudden and—for a moment—completely silent, as if the air had been sucked out of the car’s interior.
Travis came to rest on her lap, face upturned, eyes fluttering, lips slowly moving as if they were trying to form random words. He looked like a dazed turtle, with legs limply hanging out of its shell, covered in a blanket of pea-gravel-sized fragments of glass that glittered like diamonds.
Crickets called to her out the window’s ragged opening.
Her brother’s weight squeezed down and something else was pressing against her right side, painfully pinning her in place. That something glistened in a crimson morning hue.
As she lifted her free hand to touch the post pushing against her, tiny sparkles of glass fell off her arm, more additions to the many already covering the bench seat.
It was metal and looked to her as if it came from inside her back seat and ran to the inside of the front seat, like some poorly constructed strut that had been there all along but she had just never noticed before. Her mind couldn’t decipher its meaning, only that it was because of the accident.
She shuddered, just realizing this strut had pierced her seat right where she was sleeping just before they crashed. She could have been like this seat, a Lexi shish kebab skewered by this post.
Her hand slid forward across the smooth metal, coated with splotches of liquid and glass, following it to its end, inside the flaps of the broken canvas.
Studying the red smears covering her fingers, the wheels of her mind were locked in place. It was a jigsaw puzzle where someone purposely mixed in pieces from another box.
Rubbing her fingers together, smudging the redness further; a crucial piece of the puzzle finally clicked in.
Blood!
She jerked her head back toward the front seat. “Daddy!” she yelled.
A fire hydrant of knowledge burst open; the most important pieces of this jigsaw connected all at once, and with that knowledge came a flood of terror, revulsion, and panic.
Lexi reached over with her bloodied hand, her other pinned underneath her, and pulled open the door.
They both tumbled out hard onto the ground, the impact taking her breath away.
“Dad,” Travis croaked right next to her.
She pushed herself up from the dirt and gravel and stood somewhat wobbly, like she had just come out of some possessed carnival fun-ride.
They were on the side of the highway, no one else around. Her gaze followed their car’s tracks along the side of the road, where a jagged point stuck out of the ground several car lengths away, then back onto the road, where their black tread marks showed where they had swerved violently.
But from what? She wondered. There were no other cars and they hadn’t smashed into anything.
She turned, not wanting to face what came next, momentarily regarding her brother’s movements. He was lifting himself up off the ground, still groggy, but otherwise uninjured.
Then she tentatively glanced at the driver’s side of the car. The harsh pinpricks of sunrise made it that much more painful for her to face the reality in front of her: her father, no matter how much she hated him, was probably dead.
But, from where she stood, she couldn’t see her father. Her mind immediately shouted that it was still an unknown; there was a possibility he rolled around like her and didn’t suffer the fate she knew he must have. She didn’t want to make it real, not yet.
Then reality gave a weak moan.
She dragged one lead-weighted foot forward, still not seeing him. His side window was also gone.
Another step, his face...
He was breathing!
He turned to look at her, little red pieces of glass clinging to his cheeks and forehead, and he smiled. “Oh, good, you’re all right.” Each word seemed a struggle.
“Daddy, you’re hurt.” Her voice quivered.
“I’m afraid,” he paused and took a breath, “it’s a lot worse than it looks.” Another breath. “You need to not freak out, Lex.” His eyes flickered as he licked his upper lip, dislodging a small piece of glass stuck there.
Lexi’s eyes fell, for just a moment, and then snapped back to hold his gaze again.
“Honey, don’t look yet.”
Other than his short breaths, his voice was steadier and more certain. As if he was gaining strength, not losing it with the precious life that must be leaking out with every beat of his heart.
“There are things you need to do, and I need you to pay attention.” Another breath. “First, come around to the passenger seat.” He turned his head in that direction and waited for her to appear there.
Her feet moved more fluidly now, fueled by fear and adrenaline. Gliding around the car’s front, she glanced back at the windshield. The driver’s side was pulled inward, and a hole shaped like the rough silhouette of an airplane provided the last piece she didn’t need of this puzzle.
She continued around the car, although everything inside of her told her to run away. It’s what she usually did.
Crawling onto the seat beside him—she had been unwilling to do this before th
e accident, but her protests now seemed silly—she couldn’t help but glimpse again at his mortal injury. A post was sticking out of his gut. On the end of it, a highway sign of mocking irony read “Pass with Care.” She looked away, her gaze attracted to the rabbit’s foot connected to the ignition key, still swaying—it was the rabbit’s foot she had given him when she was a little girl, just before he left them eight years ago. He still had it, all this time.
“Open the front pocket of my bug-out bag,” he commanded, “pull out the flip pad and pen.”
She did as he asked, her gaze now more comfortably on his backpack and not him. Her probing fingers found the items, pausing over the smooth surfaces of a revolver. She shuddered from its coolness.
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