Overview Earth's Survivors America the Dead series takes an apocalyptic look at a world in ruins. The governments are gone. The police, the military. The United States is no more. The dead are rising. Becoming smarter, learning from their mistakes. Our Group of survivors take a stand in a suburb of New York City called Old Town. Those that make it eventually find their way out of the city looking for a place to start over again. A place where they can began to put their lives in order once more... We were down along the river checking over some of the old buildings that perched on the cliffs high above the water. Summer was coming on full and we knew we had to get moving, get out of this dead city. We had half the country to cross and find a place before winter came back around again. I was thinking back to March. Just two months ago but the world was still the world. And for the next little while there, we didn't even know about the dead. Dead was still dead. When you closed your eyes for the long eternal sleep you didn't wake up a short minute later as something else. No. We were ignorant up until a few weeks ago when they decided to come after us. Ignorant. Stupid. Didn't know a thing: Have a clue. We didn't know what the blue stuff the government planes sprayed us with right after everything went to hell was. And I am still not convinced I know all there is to know, but I suspect things. I have been told things. I met a guy a few weeks back that said he worked at the Army base. He knew what it was. What I do know was it was designed to strengthen us. Keep us alive a little longer. Make us stronger somehow. Some scientist's idea. I suppose it was meant as a help for us. A help. The world slowed down, fell apart, everything stopped working. They knew they couldn't get to us. We would die. So they sprayed the blue stuff on us. And I could suppose further that some of us survived the last few months because of it. I can't prove it but I suspect it did help us evolve into... I don't know.. Whatever the hell we are now. I know we're alive? I know our hearts beat. I still feel human and I truly think I am still human. If it made changes to the living they are very small changes... At least so far. But the dead. Oh, the dead. That's a different story. It did something else to the dead.

Overview The Earth's Survivors America the Dead series follows a group of survivors as the begin to rebuild their lives in a post apocalypse America. The dead are gathering. Not yet strong enough to take the living that remain, but it is only a mater of time before they become stronger. Battles erupt between the living as the struggle to maintain the strongholds they have carved out for themselves, or as they are attacked even in flight. Join them as they search for a place to call home... The smell hit them before they reached the woods. "Jesus," Aaron said, "What in ..." "Bad, right?" Jeff said. "That's why I wanted you to come along." He moved his eyes to include Conner, and then further to include Katie and Amy. "That hit me hard, just like it did you...." He walked to the edge of the woods and peered in. "Come on," he said. "Take a look at this." He stepped into the tree line and disappeared from sight almost entirely. Just another shadow in the shadows that made the tree line their home. Katie stepped into the shadowed woods and her eyes adjusted almost immediately. Once they did she could see well in the shadowed clearing, and it was clear to her that something had been living here. She stopped, Amy bumped up against her and then pressed her body tightly to her own, burying her face in Katie's neck. "My God," Amy whispered against her neck. She pulled away a second later and walked quickly back out into the sunshine. Katie looked after her, hesitated, and then went after her. Conner, Aaron and Jeff stood in the shadows looking over the small area that had been hollowed out of the woods. The carcass of a small calf lay rotting a few feet away. The throat torn open, the stomach bloated, swollen, intestines spilling out of her side where whatever had killed her had been feeding. A few feet away a shriveled corpse, whether man or woman it was hard to tell. But whatever had been feeding on the calf had been feeding on the body also. The head had been dragged several feet away. Most of the chest was gone, one arm, and the stomach lay open. A hollowed cavity. Conner raised his eyes and took in the gloom. His eyes searching the area. "Something's been living here," Jeff said quietly...

Overview The Earth's Survivors America The Dead Series follows a growing group of people as the struggle for survival in a post Apocalypse world. The Dead walk the streets in the night, gather together in abandoned buildings biding their time to take the Earth that is now rightfully theirs. The living are killing each other, doing the dead's job for them. And the world keeps getting tougher. Follow as this tight group of survivors make their way across the former United States searching for someplace to call home... The Dog sniffed along the edge of the tree line. He had wandered away from the camp attracted by the smell of the cows. It was the most wonderful scent he had ever smelled. He had already found two pilings of dropping and rolled in them. It was good. Like heaven, he thought. But the scent he was following now was even more intoxicating. It was the smell of something dead, but he didn't see it that way. He classified scents in an entirely different way. It was the best scent in the entire world. Two seconds from now another scent might come along and transplant that scent, but for now it was the top. He stopped and peered off into the gloom of the trees. Something had moved in the shadows and a soft warning growl began in his chest and quickly built. Deep, bassy, rolling out of his small frame. The thing in the shadows moved again, and it's head seemed to cock to one side, the eyes focused on The Dog through the gloom of the shadows. A higher growl, more like a subdued snarl reached the dogs ears. He stopped his own growl momentarily to listen, but his body posture changed. His legs stiffened. He crouched slightly, his neck lowered and his growl returned, rising to meet the pitch of the thing in the shadows. 'The thing... Person? ... Mother-Father...?' he wondered. '...Master...?' stopped moving and seemed to be waiting to see what the dog would do. Another dog yipped from somewhere out in the field and he shot his head up quickly and looked in the direction the yip had come from, waiting to see if she would yip again. She was a stray that had been hanging on the fringes of the camp. He had caught her scent the night before, and again earlier this morning. The yip said... Where are you...? I am here... Come and play... I need you... His head dropped back to the thing in the shadows for just a second, but it suddenly seemed far less interesting than it had been. The other dog yipped once more, louder, more insistent. And that yip said ... If you're not coming I'm leaving... it said... I called you... it said... Why are you there...? And it was too much. His head came back up and he leapt away a second later, running through the winter blighted wheat of the field, following the other dog's scent on the air. In the shadows the boy settled back down. He had been tempted to go after the dog even though Eden would have been.... Would have been displeased, he decided. It was not displeased, but displeased was the best he could come up with. It seemed the longer he thought about a thing the more abstract it became. He lowered himself back to the ground and pressed more tightly to Eden's cold flesh, taking comfort from it. She was like... Like a mother, he decided. He could not precisely remember what a mother was but he was pretty sure his thinking was correct. He closed his eyes and the darkness slipped over him. The small death... The respite from the living death. The place where the constant hunger did not drive everything. The smell of her death came through to him and he spiraled down ever deeper...

Overview The Earth's Survivors America The Dead Series Follows a Group of Survivors as they fight to stay alive and make their way out of New York City. The Dead are rising from where they lay in the streets, but it isn't the dead only that they have to contend with. The living too want to kill them... Jake and James were loading up the last of the space that was left in one of the pickup trucks when Dustin came running in their direction. "People," he gasped, pointing to the side of the building. "People with guns and stuff " James and Jake both reached inside the truck and grabbed their rifles. James reached out and snagged Dustin by the wrist before he could tear off around the side of the building again. "Calm down... Take a deep breath," James said in a calming voice. "Where are they?" "Coming into the parking lot... They're on foot," Dustin said. Both Nell and Holly stepped out of the shattered back door that lead into the department store, their arms loaded down with clothes in various sizes. Jake sighed in relief, reached down and unsnapped the strap that held his gun in its holster. Checked the safety on the rifle, flicked it to off and turned to Nell and Holly. "We have visitors," he turned to Dustin "Did they see you?" "I don't know... I don't... I don't think so, but I'm not sure," he answered, still breathless. A frightened look came into Holly's eyes. "How many? Are they armed? When," she asked?" "Two guys... A couple ladies and some kids... Little kids... And a dog too," Dustin said. Thinking as he went along. "Okay," Jake said. "We'll all walk out. Have your safeties off. You may really have to shoot. For Christ's sake don't shoot yourself... Or me... Or one of us. Point at who you want to hit and shoot. Like Katie showed you. But don't shoot unless you have to. Maybe these people are okay." He waited until everyone had nodded. Nell and Holly took the safeties off their guns, held them briefly, and then returned them to their holsters. Nell kept touching the curved metal butt of her pistol nervously.

Overview The Earth's Survivors America The Dead Books follow a group of survivors in a post apocalypse world where even the simplest things are hard to come by. The dead have risen and they are gaining intelligence as they evolve. The living are splintered and as eager to kill one another as the dead are to kill them. This is the way the popular Earth's Survivors books were originally written and the way they were meant to be presented. Follow the survivors as they fight to survive and make their way out of the ravaged city of New York... Conner leaned back against the cliff face and watched the end of the road. Their four remaining trucks were now parked down the road, closing it off. James, Nell, Amy and Sandy crouched behind the trucks using them for cover. Another vehicle went flying past the end of the road heading into the square. A small car of some sort, Conner saw as it flew past. The sound of the car locking up its brakes came to his ears no more than a split second after it passed the end of the road. The transmission whined and the cars engine screamed. A second later the car flew back past the end of the road in reverse, locked up the tires again, and turned onto the river road, two young men hanging out of the back windows. What looked like wire stock machine pistols in their hands. Before the car had rolled more than ten feet onto the River Road, Amy and James were up and firing. Jake came up next; Katie socketed a clip rifle to her shoulder and opened up. Conner raised his own rifle but the car was disintegrating before his eyes before he ever pulled the trigger. The windshield starred and then blew inward. The two young men who had been hanging out the side windows of the car, preparing to shoot never got the chance. The car suddenly veered left, accelerated hard, and smashed into the cliff face. Everybody ducked low below the trucks, Conner, Katie, Dustin and Holly threw themselves to the ground. Flames shot up the cliff face. A second after that the gas tank blew. The car lifted completely off the ground. The concussion from the explosion took Mikes hearing for the next two or three minutes. The car crashed back down, burying its nose in the dirt at the base of the cliffs. A body flew from the interior and lay burning on the ground. The car jumped back up as something else beneath it exploded, came back down, skittered to the left, and landed on the burning body. Snuffing the flames out. One of the rear tires blew with a loud wham. Then another one went, and the car dropped closer to the ground at the rear...