Bøger af Sean Liscom

After the events of 2020, all of us were glad to move on. By late 2023, I think we were ready to just live life again. I know I was. It was a time to make new friends and put the past to rest. Rayne and I hadn't known each other long, but we were building a solid friendship, nothing more. It was our common interests that sent us on vacation together to my remote cabin.What we didn't, couldn't know, was that we were on a collision course with the end of the world as we knew it. There was a new virus in town, and it was just making itself known when we left civilization behind. While the world was reeling from its effects, we were completely unaware of what was happening. For a couple of weeks life was great. Driving too fast on the side-by-side, loud music, great food, a little alcohol, and casual conversation distracted by beautiful scenery. About the only thing that would slow us down was the occasional deer in the road. By the time we figured out something was wrong, it was too late?..

Post-Apocalyptic Fiction by Sean Liscom! After the events of 2020, all of us were glad to move on. By late 2023, I think we were ready to just live life again. I know I was. It was a time to make new friends and put the past to rest. Rayne and I hadn't known each other long, but we were building a solid friendship, nothing more. It was our common interests that sent us on vacation together to my remote cabin.>EXCERPTAt first, the store smelled like day-old gym socks left in the hamper for a week and wet cardboard. The further we advanced, the worse it became. We were passing by all of the rotting meat, fruit, vegetables, and a pair of severely bloated bodies. There was a third one, but it had already exploded its innards all over the floor in a black pool that was writhing with maggots and flies.Rayne wisely picked up the pace and pushed us through a pair of doors that were marked for employees only. The smell was slightly better back here. We worked our way to the back wall, and I found the loading dock doors where we'd backed the moving trucks in. Sweeping my flashlight along the wall and high ceiling, I found what I was looking for, sort of. I'd been hoping for stairs but found a wall-mounted ladder that led to the roof access. It was probably a forty, maybe fifty-foot climb to the roof access hatch."There," I motioned for the base of the ladder. "You gonna be able to climb that?""Do I have a choice?" she tried a small smile as she looked up to the hatch above us.

I thought the day my younger brother waltzed back into my life was the day everything changed. I couldn't have been more wrong. That didn't happen until the night of July 4th, 2016. That was the night the lights went out and stayed out. That fateful night was only the beginning of 10 months and 1,200 miles through hell. Jason Sterling, my brother, told you his story. My name is Braden Sterling. It's my turn to tell you the tale of our journey from a tiny town in Kansas to Elko, Nevada, and The Ranch. EXCERPT"I asked you a question, boy!" the voice croaked."I..... Uh..... We don't have any weapons, sir," I finally choked out the words. Alex and I both had our hands in the air."That's my problem?" the door creaked open a few more inches to reveal the wrinkled face and wild, Einsteinian white hair of an old man who couldn't have stood more than five and a half feet tall. His clothes hung on his skeletal form, but the shotgun never wavered in the slightest."No, sir. It's, well.....""Out with it, boy!""We stumbled across your cabin. We're not looking for trouble," I was trying to calm my voice and heart rate."As I already asked, just how is this my problem?""We're wondering, we're hoping you could help us.""A couple of young bucks like y'all? Boy, I ought to just blast yer ass off this porch right here and now!" I could see him tighten his grip on the scattergun."Whoa! Please! We'll just go! We got families out there!" I took another step back. The old man seemed to consider this for a moment."Families?""Yeah. Our wives and daughters are on the other side of the clearing. Please, we'll just leave.....""Tell 'em to step out where I can see 'em!" he ordered. I was frozen in fear, but Alex half-turned and waved everyone forward. After a few seconds, the man's gaze broke from mine. He was squinting over the top of the shotgun to see them coming out of the trees and brush. He kept an eye on them as they slowly came across the clearing, and he watched them until they stood at the bottom of the stairs."We're not looking for trouble, sir. We can just keep moving," I offered again."Boy, you may not have been lookin' for trouble, but it looks like it found you and chewed half yer asses off. Where is y'all comin' from?"

Post-Apocalyptic Fiction by Sean Liscom Jason Sterling had a simple life by all accounts. He had worked the same job his entire adult life, he had never married and he had no children. He was used to doing things on his own. His comfortable life was shaken to the core the day he learned of his fathers death. It was a mysterious meeting that set life altering events in motion and the allure of a new life was too great to walk away from. When an Electromagnetic Pulse brings the modern world to its knees, Jason's choice proves to be the right one. Excerpt "Shut up!" one of the men who'd pulled him from the house barked and kicked him in the stump that was once his leg. Ira released a wail of pain, both of his hands shot to his destroyed leg. "Leave him alone!" I yelled. The man turned toward me and walked over. He knelt in front of me and put his face uncomfortably close to mine. "You wanna join him? I can arrange it!" he growled in my face. His rancid breath was nearly enough to make me gag. "You wanna take these cuffs off and have a go at it?" I sneered. Without warning, he grabbed the shoulder strap of my body armor and threw me to the ground. I rolled to my back and looked up at him. I could see the rage boiling behind his eyes. "I guess you only mess with one legged men and handcuffed girls. What's the matter? Can't take someone in a fair fight?" He unsheathed the large bowie knife from its place on his belt and took a step closer. I drew my knees up like I was going to try and push myself away. In reality, I was setting myself up to deliver one hell of a kick to this dude's nuts. He was suddenly distracted and stopped his approach, his whole demeanor changed in a flash. I twisted my head to try and see what he was looking at. It turned out to be who he was looking at. Ken Shaw strode out of the early evening shadows. "What the hell's going on here, Mr. Bradshaw?" Ken asked as he stepped over Ira and then me. He seemed to ignore both of us and was intently staring at the man with the rotten teeth and bad breath. "I, I, I....." Bradshaw stammered. Ken was standing directly in front of him now. "What was my explicit order regarding the Marshals?" "You wanted them alive?" Bradshaw responded questioningly. "And?" "Unharmed. You wanted them unharmed." "Is that why you threw her to the ground?" Ken pointed back toward me. "Were my orders so unclear that you felt the need to throw a handcuffed woman to the ground and draw your pig sticker? What were you planning on doing, Mr. Bradshaw?"