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American A.

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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 1 of The Survivalist Series If society collapsed, could you survive? When Morgan Carter's car breaks down 250 miles from his home, he figures his weekend plans are ruined. But things are about to get much, much worse: the country's power grid has collapsed. There is no electricity, no running water, no Internet, and no way to know when normalcy will be restored-if it ever will be. An avid survivalist, Morgan takes to the road with his prepper pack on his back. During the grueling trek from Tallahassee to his home in Lake County, chaos threatens his every step but Morgan is hell-bent on getting home to his wife and daughters-and he'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. Fans of James Wesley Rawles, William R. Forstchen's One Second After, and The End by G. Michael Hopf will revel in A. American's apocalyptic tale. Chapter 1 This had been a good week. I worked from home all week until Wednesday, when I got a call and had to make a quick trip. The next day I had to run up to southern Georgia for a service call, but first I was going to finish polishing this stove. I picked up a little box woodstove at a yard sale. It looked rough, rusted all to hell. A little elbow grease and several wire wheels for the grinder, and she looked great. Now I was just finishing the stove polish. I was hoping that I could get this thing put in over the weekend. Having this in my bedroom would be sweet. I already had all the pipe and fittings for the stack and plenty of encouragement from Mel to get it done. She never ceased to amaze me; in her mind, anything she could think up was easy to do. Like adding another bathroom to the addition never mind the fact that it was lower than the rest of the house. I just couldn't seem to get it through her head that water flows downhill. I still love her, though. Depending on where I was going and how far from home, I would adjust my gear. I had two different packs. One was a three-day assault style with a one-hundred-ounce water bladder, and the other was a rifleman's pack. This trip was taking me to Donalsonville, just north of Tallahassee. Since it was November and a little cold and far from home, I threw the rifleman's pack in the car. I went out to the shed and grabbed a half case of MREs and threw those into the rear floorboard. The people I worked with would give me a lot of crap about the stuff I carried with me. It didn't bother me because I seldom saw any of themthat was the nice part about working from home. I hate my alarm clock. The damn thing went off, and I, of course, snoozed it; fifteen minutes later, I snoozed it again. Finally, at six, I got up and hauled my ass to the shower. After taking care of my morning S'sshit, shower, and shaveI grabbed my bags and took them out to the car. Back in the house, I went in and kissed the girls, as well as Mel, good-bye. When will you be back? Mel asked as she poured one of my stainless steel water bottles full of sweet tea. I should be home pretty early Friday. I don't think this will take that long, I replied. Good. Try and be home in time for dinner, she said. I'll try, I replied, kissing her and walking out the door. Little Ash ran out to the porch as I was getting into the car. I love you, Daddy! she called out. I love you too! I called back to her. She blew me a kiss, and I acted as if I caught it and stuck it in my pocket. I'll save it for later! I said and waved good-bye.I hitched up the pack and started walking south on 59. I n...