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Ronnie sprinted back to the chopper. He dodged a leaping stalker and vaulted into the main cabin like a man who was outrunning death. The Blackhawk bucked as Nadia forced it off the ground. The nose rose, the tail dipped, and it hung there for a fraction of a second before defying gravity and lifting off. Ronnie was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when THUD….. A stalker made an eight-foot-high leap into the cabin. She clawed at the door frame and tumbled into the cabin. Ronnie rolled, grabbing for anything not bolted down. The stalker pounced.

“This is Colonel Wyatt Matthews with the Phoenix Brigade, a federal military unit. I come to you this afternoon with a public service announcement. The federal government seeks the public's assistance in locating Jason Sterling, the former Governor turned fugitive wanted for severe acts of treason against the United States.”

“I was right, Max. The numbers and the science don’t lie. The real numbers and the real science that is. I was concerned about it back in 2020. Nobody else was though. I was told it was a statistical impossibility,” He paused for another sip from his glass before continuing. “I ran my concerns as far up the pole as I could, but I was always told the same thing. They said that better and brighter people than me were looking into it, and they weren’t concerned. Again, it was statistically impossible.”

In the wake of the cataclysmic events that reshaped our world in 2020, a sense of relief washed over us all. 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.

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 4, 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.

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.

The plague spared few who came in contact with it. When it was finally time to plant the spring crops, the farmers were only allowed through the gate under heavy guard. It was the same when the cowboys went out to bring in the cattle. Hunting parties, scavenging parties, they were all heavily guarded. To have the blood of an immune meant you had a target on your back. There were groups of survivors who held the belief that our blood could bring them immunity. However false their beliefs, it was the last shred of hope they had, and they clung to it ferociously, even violently.

No sooner had my two Jeep convoy cleared the gate of the ranch when I received a radio call from Jill. She informed me that O.P. 3 had just spotted a Hummer driving down the road about five miles south of the ranch. It was headed south, away from Elko and the ranch at a high rate of speed. When we reached the main road, I cranked the wheel to the left and pushed the throttle to the floor.