The Uncivil War Series Box Set
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The Uncivil War Series Box Set
Books 1-4
Wright & Dudycha
Contents
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Title
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Author’s Note
Uncivil War
UNCIVIL WAR
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
VOLUME TWO
Uncivil War: Infected
UNCIVIL WAR
1. South Park, Colorado
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
5. Cheyenne Mountain Complex
6. South Park, Colorado
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
13. Cheyenne Mountain Complex
14. South Park, Colorado
Chapter 15
16. From the skies above Colorado Springs
Chapter 17
18. In the skies above Fairplay, Colorado
Chapter 19
20. In the foothills of the Rocky Mountains
21. Cheyenne Mountain Complex
22. In the foothills of the Rocky Mountains
23. In the foothills of the Rocky Mountains
Chapter 24
25. Cheyenne Mountain Complex
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
VOLUME THREE
Sample
UNCIVIL WAR
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
VOLUME FOUR
Sample
UNCIVIL WAR
1. Air Force Academy
2. Colorado Springs, Colorado
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
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Sample: Uncivil War: Reckoning
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Acknowledgments
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BOX SET BOOKS 1-4
Also by Wright & Dudycha
The Uncivil War Series
UNCIVIL WAR
UNCIVIL WAR: INFECTED
UNCIVIL WAR: EVOLUTION
UNCIVIL WAR: TAKEOVER
UNCIVIL WAR: RECKONING
(September 23rd)
UNCIVIL WAR: AWAKENING
(October 2019)
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For All of Our Loved Ones
We thank you for all of your support as we both chase our dreams. Your sacrifices make it possible to spend our days in fairytaleland
I believe alien life is quite common in the universe, although intelligent life is less so. Some say it has yet to appear on planet Earth.
Stephen Hawking
Author’s Note
Uncivil War is an episodic six novel series where you’ll follow two brothers into the apocalypse. What makes our story unique is that I, B.T. Wright, will be writing Jake Maddox’s story, and Jonathan Dudycha will be writing Colt Maddox’s story.
The advantage this gives us as co-authors is that each brother will truly have his own unique voice, because the authors have theirs. We believe the stories of the different brothers are much more authentic because of the way we have split the storytelling duties.
As the reader, you get to see the apocalypse from two different perspectives along the same timeline. Jake lives in Kentucky and Colt lives in Colorado. They both confront their own obstacles along the way while trying to fight their way back to each other. Each novel in the series is from one brother's perspective, battling through a world that all of a sudden is nothing like it used to be.
We hope you enjoy
the ride. It has certainly been fun for us to write.
Book 1
by
B.T. Wright
Prologue
“What the hell is so dire that you dragged us to the PEOC in the middle of the night?”
President of the United States John Miller was disheveled. His silver hair was a mess, his clothes half on while hanging from his lanky frame, and his mind remained in the fog of sleep. The Presidential Emergency Operations Center, a bunker-like structure below the White House, was the most secure place to put the president on such short notice. He and his wife had been rushed there from their bed by secret service at the behest of George Armstrong, the secretary of defense.
“And what the hell are Jerry and Will doing here? What’s going on?”
The president was referring to Jerry Wesley, the director of the CIA, and Will Dunning, head of the FBI.
“Have a seat, Mr. President,” George said. “Please. We don’t have a lot of time.”
George was a broad-shouldered man, big by anyone’s standards. The gray in his hair matched his beard, and his uniform was finely pressed as always. There was fear in his voice. And he had a look of worry that President Miller had never seen his old friend wear before. It was hard not to fear the worst.
George picked up a remote from the table behind which he, the president, and the first lady were seated. The large television on the wall in front of them came to life. Jerry and Will looked on, standing against the wall behind them.
George cleared his throat. “Remember the outbreak we’ve been monitoring at the US Army base in Syria? The one that’s progressively gotten worse?”
The president let out a sigh of relief. “Good God, George, the way you all are acting I thought someone had shot off a nuclear bomb. Don’t bury the lead next time. Can’t we do this in the Oval Office? Can’t Melissa go back to bed?”
Though it didn’t seem possible, George’s face had grown even more worried.
“Fine, then, spit it out already. Yes, I remember the outbreak.”
George toggled something on the screen. “In the last forty-eight hours, sir—”
“Cut it out, George. Call me John. And can someone get me some coffee?”
A woman in the corner of the room made a move for the carafe on the table and began to pour coffee into a mug. “And who the hell is she? She cleared for this conversation?” the president said.
“John, I’ll introduce you in just a second. She’s the reason we all are in here. This is bad. Real bad.”
“Well all right then, get on with it.” The president rolled his hand, motioning for George to proceed.
“The last forty-eight hours,” George continued, “the same outbreak that has been getting worse in Syria has spread. John, it’s everywhere.”
“What do you mean it’s everywhere? The whole base caught it?”
“No, sir, every base caught it.”
The president’s face scrunched in confusion. “Every base? We only have one Army base in Syria. You okay, George? You feeling all right?”
“Not just the Army base, John. And not just Syria either. Every base, every single one we have in the entire world.”
“What?”
The room was quiet. George punched a couple of buttons, and a flat map of the Earth appeared on screen. Red dots were everywhere, all over the map.
The woman moved in and set a cup of coffee in front of both the president and his wife.
“John,” George said, “this is Doctor Emily Fraser.”
“Mr. President,” Emily said. “Mrs. Miller.”
The president simply nodded. He was still trying to process what George had started to say. Emily was a good-looking young woman, late twenties, her dark hair pulled into a ponytail. She was dressed in a business suit, the only thing left in her wardrobe fit for the occasion of meeting with the president.
George continued, “Emily was the doctor at the Army base in Syria who started working with the outbreak patients when this whole thing first started. I’ll let her explain as she knows more than any of us at this point.”
“Mr. President,” Emily started right in, “these red dots represent every US military base on the planet. And every single one of them has now reported an outbreak. They had all been warned to watch for symptoms, but most had full-blown cases before word even got around.”
“Word of what, again?” the president said. “What is this thing?”
Emily looked to the map, then back to the president. “We . . . We don’t know, sir.”
“Don’t know? Haven’t you been testing it?”
“We have. I’ve personally not stopped working on this since the first sign of it two weeks ago.”
“And?”
“And . . . we have never seen anything like it before.”
“Who’s we?” the president asked.
“Humanity.” Emily said bluntly. “No virus, no disease, nothing has ever been seen like this before.”
The president took a moment and looked up at the map. “And you’re saying that all of these military bases are infected with it?”
George interjected, “Most of them have gotten so bad they are no longer responding to our attempted communications.”
“Okay,” the president said, “so quit beating around the bush. It must be worse than just this if I am sitting here in the PEOC.”
Emily nodded to George. He hit a button, and a video began playing.
Emily said, “Sir, this is video from Fort Benning in Georgia. We have countless more videos just like this from other bases around the world.” Emily paused for a moment, then looked to the first lady. “Mrs. Miller, you might want to look away. I promise you, you can’t unsee this.”
The first lady held her head high, defiant. “I’ll be just fine, thank you. Go on.”
Emily gave her a moment to reconsider. When the first lady didn’t look away, Emily did as she was told and pushed play. On the screen in front of them, the video started in night vision, showing the sleeping quarters inside of an Army barracks. There was an open aisle running down the middle of a row of cots on both sides of the room. Before the president could ask what the problem was, the video showed the door farthest away from the wall-mounted camera bursting inward and people flooding inside. The soldiers sleeping on the cots sprang from their beds, but it was too late. Dozens of people rushed into the room, attacking them, the soldiers were overwhelmed. The glow of the night-vision camera didn’t pick up the gory details, but it was more than clear that whatever came into that room was tearing away at the soldiers’ throats—not just with their hands, but with their teeth.
“What the hell are we watching?” The president was appalled.
The first lady turned her eyes away. “Turn it off! For God’s sake, turn it off!”
The president said, “What was that? What were those things? I know they look like people, but clearly they aren’t. No human being would do that.”
Emily didn’t know any other way to say it, so she just stated the truth. “Their fellow soldiers, sir.”
“What?” The president turned to George. “What the hell is she talking about? What’s happening out there?”
George just looked down, hit a button that brought the map back to the screen, then looked over at Emily and gave a nod. She worked the remote in her hand, and multicolored dots filled the screen overlapping with the red dots.
“Those were infected soldiers who broke into those sleeping quarters and killed every last one of those men.” She looked back up to the screen. “These other dots you see here are the military bases of other countries all over the world. All have similar stories as the video you just watched.”
The president was flabbergasted. “I––I don’t understand.”