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Informationen zum Autor J.L. Bourne is a commissioned military officer and acclaimed author of the horror series Day by Day Armageddon, and the dystopian thriller, Tomorrow War. With twenty years of active military and intelligence community service behind him, J.L. brands a realistic and unique style of fiction. He lives on the Gulf Coast but is sometimes spotted toting a rifle and a Bowie knife in the rural hills of Arkansas where he grew up. Visit him at JLBourne.com before the grid goes dark. Klappentext The acclaimed military thriller series of the zombie apocalypse from the author of DAY BY DAY ARMAGEDDON, BEYOND EXILE, and SHATTERED HOURGLASS. Leseprobe Ghost Run Landfall Day 1 The radiation suit pressed against my perspiring skin and my breath was loud through the gas mask. I was two hundred miles from any living human, deep inside the New Orleans exclusion zone. No one knew at the time it happened, but after the government nuked New Orleans, the Waterford Nuclear Generating Station melted down, further contaminating the area. Although my Geiger read above acceptable radiation limits, it wasn’t by much, and I was being a bit cautious. My sailboat, the Solitude, was anchored out a hundred meters from shore, and about a mile from where I stood. In front of me was something very interesting. Very unexpected. Pre-undead technology hidden away in some bunker that’d never see the light of day if the dead didn’t start walking. A large balloon secured with a thin cable marked the spot like a dropped pin on a smartphone app; I’ll come back to that. • • • I’d stumbled upon a radio distress ping one week ago while out fishing with John. We were a day’s sail from our stronghold in the Keys. I didn’t say anything to him, as I didn’t want him to know I’d been scanning the old Remote Six frequencies. Just in case. People tend to get nervous if they think murderous psychopaths are still around to lob sound decoys like undead dinner bells or nuclear weapons at them. Remote Six tried to kill me a while back, but a group of men sacrificed their lives for a chance to save the Keys and our way of life. I still chose not to share any of this with John even as Solitude made best wind back home. Not for any particular reason, if only that John’s advice was generally infallible and I was afraid to hear his take on it. I’d already made up my mind and didn’t want common sense to get in the way. After off-loading our haul of fish, crabs, and other scavenged items, I sailed the short distance to the marina. Jan, Tara, and our baby, Bug, were waiting for me and John on the pier as we motored in and tied up. Although Jan had lost half of what she lived for when Will died, she was slowly recovering. She and John were getting along nicely. I mean, it’d been months. Everyone wanted her to be happy. It seemed like Jan thought we’d judge her for moving on when the opposite was true. It should be noted that it’s been a while since I’ve written anything . . . well, besides a few measurements scratched in chalk on the hull of Solitude. As much as I’d protested, my journals were all confiscated after the Hourglass incident; they were sent off somewhere north on the mainland to be scanned and studied along with almost everything else we’d found over there. I honestly thought I’d want to settle down after Hourglass; I envisioned that on board Solitude would be the place where Tara and I would live our lives and raise our family. While aboard, we were our own island. We made our own freshwater and generated our own wind and solar power. The undead still ruled the land beyond in all directions, but Solitude was under my command. Those miserable creatures washed ashore from time to time, wreaking havoc on our growing shantytown, attracted by the lights...
