Surviving Home: A Novel by A. American (English) Paperback Book

Description: Surviving Home by A. American Includes the first chapter of Going home. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Book 2 of The Survivalist SeriesNo electricity. No running water. No food. No end in sight. If life as you knew it changed in an instant, would you be prepared?In A. Americans first novel, Going Home, readers were introduced to Morgan Carter, the resourceful, tough-as-nails survivalist who embarks on a treacherous 250-mile journey across Florida following the collapse of the nations power grid. Now reunited with his loving wife and daughters in this follow-up to Going Home, Morgan knows that their happiness is fleeting, as the worst is yet to come. Though for years Morgan has been diligently preparing for emergency situations, many of his neighbors are completely unready for life in this strange new world-and theyre starting to get restless.With the help of his closest companions, Morgan fights to keeps his home secure-only to discover shocking information about the state of the nation in the process.Fans of James Wesley Rawles, William R. Forstchens One Second After, and The End by G. Michael Hopf will revel in A. Americans apocalyptic tale.Book 2 of The Survivalist SeriesNo electricity. No running water. No food. No end in sight. If life as you knew it changed in an instant, would you be prepared?In A. Americans first novel, Going Home, readers were introduced to Morgan Carter, the resourceful, tough-as-nails survivalist who embarks on a treacherous 250-mile journey across Florida following the collapse of the nations power grid. Now reunited with his loving wife and daughters in this follow-up to Going Home, Morgan knows that their happiness is fleeting, as the worst is yet to come. Though for years Morgan has been diligently preparing for emergency situations, many of his neighbors are completely unready for life in this strange new world-and theyre starting to get restless.With the help of his closest companions, Morgan fights to keeps his home secure-only to discover shocking information about the state of the nation in the process.Fans of James Wesley Rawles, William R. Forstchens One Second After, and The End by G. Michael Hopf will revel in A. Americans apocalyptic tale. Author Biography A. Americanhas been involved in prepping and survival communities since the early 1990s. An avid outdoorsman, he has a spent considerable time learning edible and medicinal plants and their uses as well as primitive survival skills. He currently resides in Florida with his wife of more than twenty years and his three daughters. He is the author of the Survivalist series. Excerpt from Book Prologue When it all went wrong, I was two hundred miles from home. I traveled a lot for my job, and I always had my get-home bag in my car. It wasnt that I expected things to fall apart, by nature Im an optimist. But it always seemed to be the worst kind of irresponsibility to not be prepared. And it was that Boy Scout philosophy that saved my life. The car quit, my phone was dead, and pretty soon I knew it wasnt just me. Everyone on the road was stuck and looking for a way home. I had known for a long time that if things ever went to shit, the average person was screwed: no power, no water, no food, no way to communicate with the government that was supposed to be running the show. And I knew that in that situation, my fellow citizens would quickly become the biggest danger. What wouldnt you do if you couldnt feed your family? But what I wasnt prepared for was how quickly things would get bad. And in the weeks it took me to hoof it home, things got very bad indeed. The average person without food or water or hope would rob you for a meal. The average person in the same situation, but with kids to feed, might kill you. I had thought about it a lot before the event, and I had tried to prepare. I didnt worry too much about my wife and three girls. My house was off the grid; we had food stored, solar power, and an independent water system. More important, I had good friends and neighbors. I knew people like my buddy Danny would look out for Mel and the girls. All I had to do was get home to them and everything would be fine. Thats what I thought, at least. Getting there wasnt easy. I got real lucky: I hooked up with Thad and Jess, and we looked out for each other. When I got shot, they saved my life and we were luckier still: we met Linus Mitchell--Sarge--a retired soldier, and some of his army buddies. They got me back on my feet and made it possible for Jess, Thad and I to make it home to our families. Coming home was the single best moment of my life. Things in my neighborhood were under control, and despite that the world had gone to hell, for a little while, it seemed like it was all going to be okay. We had a cookout the night I came home, and it wasnt very different from other gatherings like that we had had a hundred times before: family, friends and hope. I know myself pretty well, and sometimes I can be kind of harsh about how people are adjusting to the world we live in now. Its a new world with new rules, and everybody has to make do for themselves. You have to make sure your family gets fed and make sure theyre safe. There are too many people waiting for Uncle Sugar to fix things, people who thought at the beginning that if they just waited, things would go back to normal. But if Im honest, the first night I got home, I wasnt too different. I thought the hard part was behind me, and I had no idea how bad things were going to get. I figured if I took care of my own, the rest would sort itself out. But I was wrong. Chapter 1 We went to bed early after the cookout. It was nice to sleep in my own bed with my wife beside me. Ashley-- mostly we called her Little Bit--wanted to sleep with us and really put up a fight, but we wanted some time to ourselves; it had been a while since wed been together, and we were going to make up for it. Afterward, Mel was asleep and I was lying there, staring at the ceiling. In the past I would have gotten up and gone online, but those days were over. No more Internet, no more laptop, no more of a lot of things. I got up and walked out to the living room and sat down in my chair. The room was dark and silent. There was no AC running, no fan, no nothing. Light washed over the window, and I heard an ATV heading toward the roadblock. I stood and looked out the front window as it passed by, and then the darkness and the silence returned. I sat down again in my leather chair, but soon I was up again and returned to my bed, and Mel. Morning came and I was up before the sun. Mel was still asleep, as were the girls. I put on a pot of water to boil. I stood there for a moment taking the scene in, looking around at the kitchen, the fluorescent light glowing against the ceiling, and looking forward to coffee. The three-burner Butterfly kerosene stove is a truly wonderful piece of equipment to have. Once the burner is lit and the catalytic converter heats up, it produces no smoke and can be used indoors. While the water was heating, I went out to the shop to look at the food stores. I was surprised at what I saw. Mel said she hadnt been very careful in the beginning, but that she had soon changed her ways and had started to conserve. It looked like the kids had put a real dent in the canned fruit. The soups and stews were hit rather hard, but there was still a lot there, and if we were careful, we could stretch it out for some time. It felt good standing there in front on those shelves, knowing it wasnt all a waste of time and money. I grabbed a can of SPAM and headed back inside. The water was boiling and I added it to the press. I let the coffee brew for a minute, set a skillet on the burner and poured myself a cup with sugar and some powdered creamer. While the skillet heated, I added a little olive oil and sliced the SPAM. From the fridge I grabbed a few eggs and set them aside while the meat in the pan heated. Mel came into the kitchen and said, "I smell coffee and SPAM." "Morning, Sunshine," I said. She went to the cabinet and returned with a cup and poured it full of coffee. She doctored her cup while I was fl ipping the SPAM. "When do the girls usually get up?" I asked as I took the meat from the pan and cracked an egg into it. "They usually sleep late, no school and all. They couldnt be happier," she said, taking a sip from the cup. "Well, cant blame em. I would if I could," I said. We sat down at the table in the kitchen and ate breakfast together. The sun was starting to come up and looked like it would be a nice day. After another cup of coffee, I got up and headed for the bedroom. "Really? After last night I cant believe you have the energy," she said with a smirk on her face. I paused at the door, "I have more energy than you can imagine." I put on my Carhartt pants and my Ariat boots, something other than those damn Bellevilles I had walked two hundred miles home in. I pulled my tac vest on and draped the sling of my assault rifle over my shoulders. Mel looked up from the cup in her hands. "Where are you going?" "Im going to walk up to the end of the road and talk to Danny. I just want to see how things are around here." After strapping on the XD I headed for the door and walked down the drive toward the gate in the early dawn. The dogs, Meathead and Little Girl, came running up and jumping all over me. I knew I wouldnt be able to keep them in the yard, so I just let them follow me. We went out onto the road and turned toward the roadblock. It wasnt long before the dogs went nuts, barking and raising hell. I looked back and saw what they were barking at. Coming down the road on her bike, like she usually did in the mornings, was Pat. "Shit," I said as I turned around and kept on toward the roadblock. I could hear her bike closing on me, and it wasnt long before she came alongside. "Hi, Morgan, I heard you were back," she said with a forced smile. "Yeah, finally." "How was it? Was it hard?" she asked. I looked over at her. "More than you can imagine." "I bet. We havent been anywhere since all this happened. Neither of our cars work, so we havent gone out," Pat said as she pedaled her bike. We were almost to the roadblock. I just wanted her to go the hell away. "Hows your family? Are your girls getting enough to eat?" she asked. I saw what she was after. Pat was always a busybody, and now she was snooping around to figure out who had food. I just looked over at her and smiled. We reached the roadblock and I waved at Danny, who was walking toward me. He gave me a wave back and we shook hands. "Hey, man," Danny said. Pat rolled off to the side of the road and pretended to fiddle with the chain on her bike, just close enough to get an earful. Reggie was at the roadblock with Danny this morning. He looked over and gave me a nod, and Pat waved at him too. He waved back without a smile. Our little neighborhood had two basic groups. There was Pat and her group, mostly old biddies and the ones where the woman of the house pretty much ran things, plus a few others that had that holier-than-thou attitude. The second was the rest of us, the ones who minded their own business but were always ready to lend a hand. "Nah, havent seen a soul, just like most days," Reggie said. "Yeah, early on there were several people heading for the forest. Loaded with packs, some old trucks, some bikes and carts and shit. Then it pretty much dried up, not too many people anymore," Danny said. "Then why keep this up?" I asked. "Because there are still some shifty-ass folks that come through here, plus some other shit," Reggie said. "Like what?" Danny and Reggie shared a glance, then Danny spoke. "There have been a few girls come up missing. They disappear from their homes or when out walking around. No one knows whats happening to them, they just disappear." I looked down. I had forgotten about the bodies--I mean, it was in my head, I just hadnt said anything about it. What with coming home and seeing everyone and the cookout we had the night before, it had slipped my mind. "I was going to talk to you about it. I just didnt want to last night with the girls there. The last thing in the world I can im Details ISBN0142181285 Author A. American Short Title SURVIVING HOME Language English ISBN-10 0142181285 ISBN-13 9780142181287 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Imprint Penguin USA Subtitle A Novel Place of Publication New York, NY Country of Publication United States Series Number 2 US Release Date 2013-07-24 UK Release Date 2013-07-24 Narrator Jonathan Glover Translator Stephen Sartarelli Birth 1954 Death 1988 Affiliation Associate Professor of Psychiatry, Bipolar Clinic and Reseach Program, Massachusetts General Hospital Position Associate Professor of Psychiatry Qualifications U.S.M.C Pages 528 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Series The Survivalist Series Year 2013 Publication Date 2013-07-24 Audience General NZ Release Date 2013-07-23 AU Release Date 2013-07-23 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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