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Informationen zum Autor A. American has been involved in prepping and survival communities since the early 1990s. An avid outdoorsman, he has a spent considerable time learning edible and medicinal plants and their uses as well as primitive survival skills. He currently resides in Florida with his wife of more than twenty years and his three daughters. He is the author of the Survivalist series. Klappentext BOOK 5 OF THE SURVIVALIST SERIES Against all odds! Morgan Carter and his family have endured despite the deteriorating conditions surrounding them. Armed with survivalist tactics! Morgan's crew! alongside their new friends from the recently-liberated DHS camp! have worked together to build a sustainable communuity. But not all situations can be prepared for. When a massive wildfire threatens their very existence! they must decide: fight or flight? From the author of the hit Survivalist Series books! Resurrecting Home is an action-packed adventure that depicts the harrowing possibilities of a world gone awry! and the courage it takes to protect what matters most. ***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof*** Copyright © 2014 A. American Chapter 1 Being home felt good, even if it wasn’t our home, per se. The house next to Danny and Bobbie was as good as we were going to get, considering our own home was trashed. The guy who owned this house had left it during the mortgage crisis, lucky for us. We tried to make the best of a less-than-perfect situation, and so far, so good. Mel and the girls took it all in stride, which I was thankful for. Little Bit hardly commented on the change in location, and Lee Ann and Taylor didn’t grumble, a teenager’s way of saying they were okay with it. Just being back in the old neighborhood provided a sense of normalcy and familiarity we hadn’t had in months. For that, I was grateful. Our little community had grown so much in the past few weeks, with the arrival of Fred and Jess, who were slowly getting settled. Now that there were plenty of bodies willing to help with the cleanup, progress in the neighborhood was moving along nicely. Everyone pitched in without being asked. We’d been at it for a couple of days now and things were really starting to come together, particularly in our house. Danny’s house was another story entirely. He and Bobbie always kept an orderly home, unlike mine, where everything had a place, and that place just happened to be wherever I laid something down. Seeing their home in such a condition was hard on them. They never said much about it, but I knew otherwise. I could tell from some of Danny’s exasperated looks and Bobbie’s sighs that the never-ending cleanup of the house was getting to them. Given that, I tasked everyone to pitching in one summer day. It was a hot day—the days were getting hotter and hotter as summer began to stretch out into longer days—but everyone took it in stride. I was in charge of dragging out what was left of their shattered lives and dumping it in the truck. Turning the wheelbarrow up, I dumped another load into the bed of the little red truck—the same one Reggie had acquired from the kid. We’ll never know for sure if he had anything to do with Reggie’s niece or not: both of them are dead now. Thad had gotten the little rig running and backed it up against Danny’s back porch as we cleaned. Watching the dust settle, I thought about Reggie and how we discovered the truck. It seemed so long ago that I’d walked to the dry bed of Baptist Lake and found those bodies, or what was left of them. I can still see Reggie’s face when he said he had to “take her to her momma.” Now the truck was being used around the neighborhood, albeit sparingly, as gas was a premium worth more than gold. As I worked, I could hear the voices of my friends as they helped clean out the trash from the inside of Danny an...
