Authors: Sean Liebling
Tags: #undead, #zompoc, #rangers, #post apocalyptic, #special forces, #marine corps, #virus, #force recon, #adventure, #zombies, #action, #armageddon, #the walking dead, #marines, #zombie apocalypse
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Published at Smashwords
ISBN (trade paperback): 978-1-61868-1-881
ISBN (eBook): 978-1-61868-1-898
The Reaper: No Mercy
copyright © 2013
by Sean Liebling
All Rights Reserved.
Cover art by Matthew Riggenbach, Shaed Studios
This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
I would like to dedicate this novel to my mother. Katherine Rosella McCaffrey. She has been my rock and mainstay through all the turbulent times in my life and has always been there for me. Now, she is battling breast cancer and her spirits are higher than mine. I love you Mom!
To Mark Chipman, who is a great friend and also suffering from ailments, but still manages to come to the fore with sage advice and companionship. I respect you brother.
Finally, to all the brave men and women either currently in or having served in the Armed Forces of the United States of America, including all Police, Fire and Emergency Response personnel. From a Marine to all of you, I Salute You with Honor! Thank you for all that you do and have done.
My thanks, Love and Respect,
Many people helped me in the accomplishment of this book. I will list them here. I want all of you to know that I cannot ever thank you enough for your support, timeless dedication and encouragement. Of course, the advice you gave me helped tremendously also.
Alethea Cat Baldwin
Terry Geer Sr.
Julie Jones Hearon
Monique Lewis Happy
Thank you all for your dedication.
Day 1: 1020 ET (30 Days ago)
"For those of you just tuning in let me repeat. It is imperative that all citizens stay inside their homes until further notice. Do not travel or leave your homes unless it is a medical emergency. Anyone with flu like symptoms should immediately go to your nearest hospital or medical facility and seek treatment. I repeat. Stay in your homes unless you have a medical emergency. There have been reports of large numbers of deaths associated to the flu virus and the President of the United States has declared the country in a state of National Emergency until further notice." Holy shit I thought. I had never heard of that happening before and it had only been a half hour since the last warning. I kept listening. "Do not under any circumstances let strangers into your home, especially if they look sick or have any noticeable fluids on their clothing or skin. There are facilities being prepared to handle refugees. Reports coming in from some of the major cities tell of widespread violence as feverish flu victims attack their fellow citizens. There have also been reports of some deaths associated with the vaccinations but everyone is to stay calm. Lock your doors and stay inside. Law enforcement is responding to emergencies and the President has signed an executive order calling up the National Guard to maintain order during this crisis."
DAY 30 OF THE APOCALYPSE:
Andy paused and sniffed the air as a slight breeze blew past him. No sign of them yet, but he knew the undead bastards were out here. His 5’11”, 240-pound frame was crouched next to a barn overlooking the cemetery. This was his third trip here, and each visit was as tense as the last. The undead were always a nuisance, but what concerned him even more where those within the cemetery, not those that might be outside of its tall brick walls.
Born and raised in Iowa, and after spending half a lifetime making many of life's common mistakes, Andy had finally met his soul mate ... Darcie. She was his everything, and then some. She came with two beautiful pieces of baggage: Dessa and Jacob. In the two years they had been together, he had come to love them all, more than his once-miserable life itself. Dessa at five was a cute little fiery redhead with an optimistic spirit who showed wisdom beyond her years. Her brother, Jacob, or Jake as he preferred to be called, was all boy. A stocky little shit with a heart of gold or pure love, depending on your point of view. Andy would have been hard-pressed to decide who his favorite was, if even such a guess were possible to make. All he truly knew was that he would lay his life down for theirs without hesitation. Andy did not intend to lay his life down though. He intended to kill anyone foolish enough to try to hurt them.