| Author: | Kirby Wright | ISBN: | 9781465891365 |
| Publisher: | Kirby Wright | Publication: | January 15, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Kirby Wright |
| ISBN: | 9781465891365 |
| Publisher: | Kirby Wright |
| Publication: | January 15, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
In Part 2 of the PRELUDE TO THE APOCALYPSE Series, Tony and Evo journey out to the coast to catch one last glimpse of the ocean. It's not what they expect. They encounter anarchy along PCH as families hock all they own to survive. One guy holds up a GUNS FOR GOLD sign. A Tent City has sprouted up on the marshes beyond the lagoon and the beaches are overrun with the starving. The coast is lined with fishing poles. There is a rumor some are eating jellyfish and seaweed. A fisherman gives them sardines, which they hold on sticks over the flames of a fire ring. Gunfire breaks out at the Oceanside Pier. Tony and Evo flee for Crestline, but not before meeting a very dangerous duo at the Temecula Checkpoint and then discovering that the I-15 freeway is a mess of barricades and cop cars trying to ebb the flow of the fleeing. Where to go? How about deep into the desert, into the Land Between Interstates.
In Part 2 of the PRELUDE TO THE APOCALYPSE Series, Tony and Evo journey out to the coast to catch one last glimpse of the ocean. It's not what they expect. They encounter anarchy along PCH as families hock all they own to survive. One guy holds up a GUNS FOR GOLD sign. A Tent City has sprouted up on the marshes beyond the lagoon and the beaches are overrun with the starving. The coast is lined with fishing poles. There is a rumor some are eating jellyfish and seaweed. A fisherman gives them sardines, which they hold on sticks over the flames of a fire ring. Gunfire breaks out at the Oceanside Pier. Tony and Evo flee for Crestline, but not before meeting a very dangerous duo at the Temecula Checkpoint and then discovering that the I-15 freeway is a mess of barricades and cop cars trying to ebb the flow of the fleeing. Where to go? How about deep into the desert, into the Land Between Interstates.
