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Home was supposed to be the endgame, but the Nation they came home to, is not the way they left it. Brad and the team find themselves quickly switching gears to embark on a greater mission, one that could cure the Primal virus. Loyalties are divided, new alliances made as old ones fall apart. The team discovers they can trust no one when they find out things are not what they seem....

Death, it seems, isn’t always the end. I was a soldier, fighting for the lives of the whole damned world, when I went and got myself obliterated by this alien f**k. I figured that was it. Game over, done. But then I woke up in a different body, in a strange world full of dust and ruins, with awesome martial arts skills I’d never had before. Not to mention a chi gift thing that seemed to work a lot like magic. I had no clue why or how it all happened. All I knew was that there were these monster girls I was supposed to protect from an endless horde of semi-human things.

Nearly two years after the fall, the survivors strive to make new lives for themselves in the Primal wasteland. With no government institutions and over 80 percent of the population gone, it is a cold and harsh new world.

El Paso wasn’t the Promised Land that Ian and his crew had hoped for, but it wasn’t a total bust either. The concept of a safe haven in today’s world was a fool’s errand at best. This was the consensus of their tiny band and to keep moving their only salvation. While others waited in their pens, the four from the private security company moved on, taking on as many they could help, in hopes that they too would join the fight. Their journey was long and arduous, but it was worth it...they hope.

John Reese thought it was all over-all except the nightmares. Everyone thought the Team of Darkness operation finished, and the vampires dead. When Stone is murdered, a secret government organization sets out to contain the project - their way. And just as he begins his teaching career, John Reese is recalled to active duty to hunt down the two young vampires, gone missing from the 'training' facility. But he must do it without revealing his secret: the Team of Darkness vampires still live, and likely freed the girls.

Divided We Fall is the sixth installment of the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot series and the continuing story of Staff Sergeant Brad Thompson and his team as they survive the Primal invasion plaguing the world…. They had returned home with the hope of finding some peace. The means for the cure had been safely transported to the last safe zone available to them.

Zabat's Comet promises a stunning astronomical display as it narrowly passes our planet. Then a solar flare nudges it hurtling toward Earth. Humanity crumbles during the countdown to doomsday. But Zabat is more than just a comet. The impact brings not swift extinction but a massive cloud of dust that appears to have a mind of its own. A sinister intelligence. A force that threatens to change what's left of humanity. Jack, Colleen, Lara, and Dan survived the violent chaos of the countdown. Now, they're about to find out that after doomsday, there are horrors even worse than death.

Nate had never expected to see a real war, but that was a month ago. Back when he'd been a video gamer with dreams of space combat. Now he was a pilot in Knighthawk Squadron and in the middle of a violent warzone. The Star Empire and its vast legions are utterly committed to the elimination of the shattered Byotai Empire. They are ruthless and ambitious beyond measure.

Years before the outbreak, an unexplained illness in the Congo that mimicked different hemorrhagic fevers brought scientists from the CDC to the jungle. Rebels attacked and destroyed all of the data and blood samples before their research was completed. Days before the outbreak, everything seemed normal. The public had no idea that terrorist forces planned to unleash a literal hell upon the earth. The US and British intelligence community knew, and sent a covert team to North Korea to try to stop the extinction event before it began.

It has been 12 years since the dead began to walk. The Earth is overrun with the rotting corpses of humanity that swarm through the lands and devour everything in their path. The cities have become graveyards, their tall buildings morphing into giant, crumbling tombstones that watch over the carcasses of civilization while small clusters of the living hide amongst the ruins. The base is surrounded and running low on supplies, ammunition, and, above all, hope.

The demented thing is that this evolved from the most sickly sweet, heart-wrenching love story you've ever heard. I went to Sully because I just couldn't get over Jack's murder. I couldn't deal.

Two years after the fall, America’s survivors have found a balance with the infected herds. What remains of the human race now lives behind walls in sheltered communities, while the Primals take their role as the apex predators owning the night. The competition for survival has depleted the hunting grounds, and the sounds of battle are drawing the infected out of the cities. A war as old as the ages, the fight for resources, and control of everything that’s left has begun.

In a world ravaged by nuclear war and tyrannical governments, these words bear no weight for most people. But for some, these words and this creed mean everything. It’s why they live. Why they fight. When one of them is threatened, they’re all threatened, and they’ll all willingly put their lives on the line to protect and honor these three simple words that unite this group of survivors.

Chase Baker is a true Renaissance man. He’s also a man who knows how to find trouble. A part-time resident of Florence, Italy, his resume reads like a modern day Da Vinci or Casanova. Writer, private investigator, tour guide, historian, treasure hunter, adventurer, and even archaeological sandhog, Chase is also a prolific lover. Unfortunately for him, his dangerous liaisons all too often make him the target of a jealous husband.

It started with bright lights; a new medical technology, promising to eradicate all human ills. History of blood clots? Cholesterol clogging up the old ticker? There was a nanobot for that. It wasn’t cheap of course, and everyone knew that new technology had bugs in it. But hey, why not let the rich be the guinea pigs for once? Fast-forward a year, and the one percent began dying en masse. The nanobots had evolved to view aging as a virus and were reacting by shutting down the host.

The world has turned the color of blood. The final strongholds in Europe and the United States have been extinguished in an orgy of tearing flesh and snapping teeth. The legions of dead swarm across the lands, growing in number as they infest the planet. Their insatiable hunger for living flesh is the only thing that drives them and is impossible to abate.

The world is at war with the Primal Virus. Military forces across the globe have been recalled to defend the homelands as the virus spreads and decimates populations.

In a small pocket of the world the sickness has been in existence since the sixties. A disease so feral, it strikes eighty percent of all children under the age of fifteen. For decades it has pushed the boundaries into three countries. Those infected become mere shells, often in a state followed by violent tantrums. There is no hope, no treatment, and there is no cure. Little is known about the sickness called the Nodding Disease. Information regarding it is often buried deep.

When the zombie apocalypse hits the quiet Asheville, NC, subdivision of Whispering Pines, the residents don't turn to the police or the military. Nope. They rely on their iron-fisted Home Owners Association! Which Jace Stanford and his family aren’t too keen on. Undead hordes are hard enough to deal with in a post-apocalyptic hellscape, who needs HOA fines, too?

When the zombie apocalypse hits the quiet Asheville, NC, subdivision of Whispering Pines, the residents don't turn to the police or the military. Nope. They rely on their iron-fisted Home Owners Association! Which Jace Stanford and his family aren’t too keen on. Undead hordes are hard enough to deal with in a post-apocalyptic hellscape, who needs HOA fines too?