“At three in the morning, something wakes me
up. At least I think it’s three in the morning.
My iPhone is dead. The house is warm. No
hum of the A/C running. I fl ip on the light
switch…nothing. What the hell? I quickly
glance out the window. No porch lights. No
street lights.”
When Dalton Kirby realizes his town of Elmhurst, and
much of the United States, has been hit by an electromagnetic
pulse, source unknown, outcome not promising, he doesn’t
worry too much. Not at first, anyway.
He’s got a stash of primo prepper goods—food, a full, two
thousand gallon fiberglass water tank that catches rainwater,
and weapons—lots of firepower. He also has transportation
that doesn’t rely on anything but gas. Dalton has his prized
1965 BMW R60 motorcycle with sidecar hidden in his garage.
He loves it—and his ex-wife doesn’t know he bought it with the
twenty-three thousand dollars he hid from her in the divorce
settlement. Ah, yes, the ex-wife…
Dalton’s “I don’t give a damn about anyone” attitude is
suddenly tested as one crisis after the other puts the whole
town in life-and-death peril. Dalton is now faced with hard
choices, requiring him to rethink who he is, and who he wants
to be.
