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Overview The Earth's Survivors 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... They had buried him in a small cemetery they had built a mile from the town to bury a few wanderers who had found the town in a half dead state and not lasted long after they did manage to find it. Daniel was the first of their own they had found a need to bury. They had buried him in the early morning after finding him dead in his bed. It had been a horrific scene. They had thought quite possibly it had been wolves. After all the windows had been open to let in the summer breezes. The wolves, they had seen them out by the swamp, could have easily come through the window. Daniel had been savaged. His throat ripped open. They had buried him in the early morning and by that evening twenty six wolves had been dragged back into town and lined up; stretched out in front of the church building. If there were any left lurking around Rapid City or the swamp beyond, they had hidden themselves well. Then evening had come and the whole world had changed. It was not far into the night when the noises had begun out at the cemetery. In the desert noises carry a long way. And Rapid City was in the desert despite the river. The river was new. It had never been a part of this country at all. They were somewhere in what had once been Texas, as close as they could figure anyway. They had been unsure of what the noises meant at first. What they had decided was that there should have been no noise at all out there in the darkness. But they knew that, and knowing that didn't really answer the question, so six of them had taken their rifles and gone out into the darkness, following the noise to it's source. When they had arrived at the cemetery the grave had been opened. But not just opened. Dug up, and dug up from the inside outward. There was no way they could deny it, although they did until a few nights later when Daniel himself had come back...
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