A short excerpt from Chapter One
The life of a dancer is not easy...
I followed Jimmy out the back door past Don who nodded at me and winked. Don was an asshole. Always hitting on us when Jimmy wasn't around. But Jimmy was his uncle. I was employing my best selective perception when I smiled at him. I wondered if I would ever get used to him. Probably not, I decided, but maybe that would be a good thing. Of course it didn't matter. I never saw Don again. Or jimmy. Or anyone else from that life.
I said goodbye to Jimmy V. Crossed the parking lot for the last time and drove myself home. I parked my rusted out Toyota behind my Grandparents house and twenty four hours later my world, every bodies world, was completely changed...
Candace ~ March 2nd
This is not a diary. I have never kept a diary. They say never say never, but I doubt I will. I have never been this scared. The whole world is messed up. Is it ending? I don't know but it seems like it's ending here. Earthquakes, explosions. I've seen no Police, Fire or emergency people all day. It's nearly night. I think that's a bad sign. I have the Nine Millimeter that used to be my Fathers. I've got extra ammo too. I'm staying inside.
Candace ~ March 3rd
I lost this yesterday, my little notebook. I left it by the window so I could see to write, but I swear it wasn't there when I went to get it, then I found it later on by the window. There are no Police, no Firemen, phones, electric, the real world is falling apart. Two days and nothing that I thought I knew is still here. Do you see? The whole world has changed.
I got my guitar out and played it today. I played for almost three hours. I played my stuff. I played some blues. Usually blues will bring me out of blues, but it didn't work. It sounded so loud. So out of place. So... I don't know. I just stopped and put it away.
Candace ~ March 4th
I'm going out. I have to see. If I don't come back. Well... What good is writing this?
He came awake in the darkness, but awake wasn't precisely the term. Alive was precisely the term. He knew alive was precisely the term because he could remember dying. He remembered that his heart had stopped in his chest. He had remembered wishing that it would start again. That bright moment or two of panic, and then he remembered beginning not to care. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. And he had drifted away.
A short visit with the primary characters...
Watertown, New York a night in March...
Mike Collins kicked back for a night of Television. Life had begun to be the same for him every day. He had money. He had success, but something was still missing.
Candace Loi was thinking about her new job as a dancer. It had taken so long to get to that point. How would it be? Would it solve all of her problems?
Patty Johnson was wondering when her husband might come home and whether she even cared any longer.
Ron Vincent was wondering where exactly life was taking him.
Robert Dove had a dream about his people, Native Americans going back to the land. Living the way his ancestors had.
Tom Evans Drove truck and tried not to think too much about where his life was taking him.
Marcia Lydia George kept her thoughts on school. The world was endless. At seventeen how could it not be?
The only thing these people had in common is that they all lived in the same small city in upstate New York. Before the week was out they would be thrust together in a struggle for survival. Before the month was out those that survived would begin to seek others who had lived through the catastrophe that had blighted the Earth. Looking for ways to stay alive... they would become Earth's Survivors...
Earth's Survivors website
The First Earth's Survivors Book on Amazon
The Author on IndependAntwriters