This Is the End: The Post-Apocalyptic Box Set (7 Book Collection)

by Craig DiLouie

  They anesthetized him prior to taking him to the operating room. Moments before fading into a deep sleep, Sean wondered if they’d told his wife that he wouldn’t be joining her for breakfast.

  When Sean came to, his leg hurt like hell. Almost as bad as having his femur sawed through. He grimaced and blinked his eyes open. It took several attempts to clear his vision. He heard voices in the room. They started off sounding muffled, like he was underwater and someone was trying to talk to him. After a moment, his ears cleared and he made out the sound of his wife talking to someone with a German accent. Sean turned his head. His wife and daughter were on one side of the bed, Dr. Kaufmann on the other.

  “Welcome back, Sean,” Kaufmann said. “I was telling your wife how successful the surgery was.”

  Sean’s throat felt dry and scratchy, he nodded his response.

  “You’ll need to rest for a week,” Kaufmann said. “Then we’ll begin your rehabilitation.”

  A week turned into two, which turned into a month. Before he knew it, Sean was back home with Kathy and Emma. Together, they settled into a life that held little resemblance to the life he’d led as a PJ.

  Chapter 22

  Sean swung his legs over the edge of his bed and reached down with his hand until he found his everyday use titanium prosthetic foot and leg. His eyes scanned his nightstand and settled in on his digital alarm clock. Eleven a.m. “Christ,” he muttered, as he attached his prosthesis to the permanent titanium rod that had bonded with his femur years earlier. He still remarked that what the doctor had told him all those years ago had come true. He had almost all of the same sensations with his titanium leg as the one made of flesh and bone that he had lost in Nigeria. He could even feel the ground beneath his feet, and could tell when he moved from soft to hard ground. A cold tile floor could send chills up his leg and throughout his entire body. A walk through hot sand registered with both his left foot and right foot equally, and he’d find himself scurrying to get to a spot where the beach was damp.

  The first year home had been rough. Sean missed the action and excitement of his job, as well as the camaraderie he shared with his fellow PJs and other members of the Special Forces community. But that had been the easy part to manage.

  The nightmares that centered on the facility and the distraught beings inside persisted five to six nights a week. Sean slept very little during that first year, and he became so belligerent that Kathy threatened to take Emma and leave. That prompted him to dial the number on the otherwise blank yellow paper he’d received in the German hospital, stuck in the back of his retirement folder. He had no idea who the man was that answered, only that he helped Sean in a way that he imagined no counselor could. He told the man everything he remembered about the facility. Over time, the nightmares subsided, until he had them once or twice a month at most. These days, the dreams occurred less often, and Sean had almost accepted as fact that he’d stepped on an IED.

  But doubts had lingered. Enough so that Sean devoted a portion of the money the government had given him to building a twelve hundred square foot bunker under the house they bought in the mountains of southeastern Virginia, south of Roanoke, fifteen miles or so east of I-81.

  He and Kathy had fought over moving at first. They had a home and friends in Virginia Beach. She had a life there. But Sean’s life there was dead. All he saw were memories of Jules. No matter how convincing they’d been in telling him that Jules death had been a result of an explosion, Sean could never shake a recurring vision of him aiming a gun at Jules and pulling the trigger.

  Kathy agreed to move, and they settled into their new environment. She found work in the city, and Sean caught on as a volunteer with the Fire Department. Two or three days a week he would hang out at the firehouse and help clean the trucks, store gear and help with general repairs. When there was a call, he’d ride with the firefighters and assist in various ways depending on the situation. His training as a PJ prepared him for almost anything, and they found him an asset to have around.

  Sean made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He poured a cup of warm coffee and scrambled a few eggs for breakfast. Before he could sit down to eat, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was Kathy calling.

  “Hey, Babe,” Sean said. “How’s Seattle?”

  “I got a line-up of conferences you wouldn’t believe,” she said.

  “You’re probably right,” he said, hoping that she wouldn’t go into detail.

  Kathy laughed. “Did Emma get off to school okay?”

  Sean glanced toward the front door and saw that his daughter’s backpack was not hanging from its hook. He didn’t want to admit that he had slept past his alarm and missed his daughter leaving for the bus. “Yeah, she’s at school.”

  “Okay. Well, three days then I’m back home. Think you can handle it?”

  “The fridge is stocked with frozen dinners,” Sean said. “I think we’re good.”

  “You sure? I could always get Barb to come over and make a meal for you.”

  Barb was short for Barbara Whaley, Kathy’s best friend. The woman was single and forty and attractive. She spent most weekend nights at Sean’s house, hanging out with him and his wife.

  “Nah,” Sean said. “I don’t want to be a hassle. We’ll be okay.”

  They finished their conversation then Sean returned to his breakfast, deciding to move into the living room so he could watch TV. He flipped through the local channels with the sound muted. It didn’t take him long to realize that something had happened. Every station was broadcasting a news report thirty minutes too early. He set his fork on the plate of half-eaten eggs and got up as he unmuted the television.

  “Officials are saying that the pandemic is confined at this time. There have been no reports in the U.S. as of yet,” the woman said. “Travel to and from the following regions has been restricted.” The reporter went on to list most of Africa, the Middle East and western Asia. The picture changed to still images of sick people in third world countries. “Signs include flu like symptoms: fever, aches and pains, chills, hot flashes, nausea,” the list went on and Sean knew every symptom before the woman said it.

  Sean rubbed his eyes, not sure he was really seeing what was being shown on TV. He hustled to the kitchen and grabbed his cell phone. He pulled up Kathy’s number and was about to call her when the reporter said something that caught his eye.

  “We’re getting a report from Tangier, Morocco, of…” The reporter’s face went white. “I… Cut to the tape.”

  A live feed took over the screen. It blinked and froze every few seconds like it was being broadcast via cell phone or webcam. Despite the bad feed, Sean made out the bodies of the afflicted as they shuffled through the dirty city street. At times, four or five of them would converge on someone too stupid to stay out of their way. They’d tear the person apart, limb by limb, and feast on the body.

  Sean’s phone rang. He muted the TV and answered without looking at the caller ID.

  “Babe,” he said. “You watching this?”

  “I’m not your babe.”

  He recognized the voice. It was dark and deep and commanding.

  “But I take it you’re watching the same thing I am.”

  “Yeah,” Sean said. “Who is this?”

  “You know who this is.”

  “I know it sounds a lot like someone I was told didn’t exist.” Sean rose. “And if that someone did exist, and they stayed away from me for eight years while I fought daily to convince myself that I wasn’t fucking insane, well, then that someone better stay far away from me. I may be missing a leg, but I can still kick anyone’s ass. I’m stocked with weapons and have no reservations about using them.”

  “Good, you’re going to need to.” There was a pause. The man continued. “I’m sorry about that, Sean. They told me that if I reached out to you, they’d take my family. After twenty years as a SEAL, they had a lot on me. What was I to do? Look, Ryder, that shit we saw was
real. I knew it was only a matter of time before those things made it far enough for it to turn into a pandemic. Now it’s happened. That’s why I’m reaching out to you. Do you hear me, Sean? The friggin’ apocalypse is here.”

  Sean fell onto his couch. Could this really be happening?

  “You there, Ryder?”

  “Where are you, Turk?”

  “Near Charleston, South Carolina. I got a set up here, a bunker and a compound. It’s all heavily fortified. I got a select group of people that will be staying here. Some family, a couple guys from the old SEAL team and their families. I want you to come out here. Bring your family. The way I see it, we’ve got about twelve hours before breakouts start happening in the U.S. That’s when all hell will break loose.”

  Sean felt his head spin. Two versions of reality competed for space in his brain. The nightmares and images that he’d fought so hard to repress were now the truth that he had to accept and recall in frightening detail. But first he had to organize his family and his things if they were going to make it to Charleston in time.

  “Where are you, Sean?” Turk asked.

  “Near Roanoke, Virginia.”

  “So about six hours. You need to get moving now. Roads are going to start getting clogged as word of this gets out.”

  “Kathy’s across the country. She’s in Seattle. I can’t leave without her.”

  “Shit,” Turk said. “See if you can get her on a plane to Charleston. I can have someone meet her at the airport and bring her here. Will that work?”

  “Yeah,” Sean said.

  “Okay.” Turk gave Sean coordinates to the location of the compound. “And look, Sean, if things go south, you go underground and you stay there for at least three weeks. That’s the minimum. You got somewhere you can go?”

  “Yeah, I built a place here on my land. It’s stocked. We can survive there for months.” He walked to the window and parted the blinds with this thumb and forefinger. “Turk, why three weeks?”

  “I figure that’s about the global lifespan of this virus. After that it blows itself out. But, as you probably remember, it can be transferred through bodily fluids. So once you come out, you be careful.”

  “How do you know this?”

  “The tunnel.”

  “Say again?”

  “When I was helping you out of that hell hole, we had to go through this long ass tunnel. I kept you talking. You told me everything some scientist named Knapp told you.”

  “Knapp,” Sean repeated. It started to come back to him.

  “I got other people to call, Sean. You’re the first one I reached out to. Get moving.”

  “Okay,” Sean said.

  He hung up the phone, rose, opened the front door, grabbed his keys and walked out to his truck.

  By the time he reached his daughter’s school, the parking lot was full of concerned parents. He hopped the curb and parked in the grass, making sure to leave himself a way out should others do the same.

  He pulled out his cell and dialed Kathy’s number. The call went to voicemail.

  “Hey, Babe,” he said. “I know you’re in a meeting now, but once you get this message I want you to head straight to the airport and get on a plane to Charleston, South Carolina, okay? Don’t come home. Don’t wait for anyone. Don’t tell anyone what you’re doing. Don’t even go back to your hotel. Straight to the airport, Kathy. Call me as soon as you have your flight information.”

  He hung up and stuffed the phone in his pocket. He worried that the tone of his message might frighten his wife, and wondered if he should call her back and leave a more reassuring message for her.

  “Dad,” he heard Emma yelling.

  He scanned the mass of people crowded around the school’s entrance and saw his daughter heading toward him. Sean rounded the front of his truck and opened the passenger door for her.

  As he ushered her in, she asked, “What’s going on, Dad?”

  Sean slammed her door, cut across the front of the truck and hopped in behind the wheel.

  “Dad?”

  He turned his head and looked his daughter in the eye. He reached for her hand, held it firmly in his.

  “The apocalypse.”

  Affliction Z continues in Book 2, Abandoned Hope, available now (link below).

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  Author's Note and About Affliction Z

  Thank you for reading my book, Affliction Z: Patient Zero. I hope you enjoyed the story and are excited for Book 2! Here's a little of what you can expect...

  I currently have four books planned in the Affliction Z series. That could be expanded depending on how the events of each novel unfold. Patient Zero (book 1) was originally not intended to be its own novel. It was supposed to be roughly 50 pages, but grew to four times that amount. As I got into the story, the events unfolded in such as way that it became apparent that it deserved to be its own book in the series.

  In addition to the series, I have a stand-alone novel that takes place in the Affliction Z post-apocalyptic world. I'll also be releasing short stories and novellas based on the events in the series. These shorter works will be based on secondary characters and events that may or may not be mentioned in the series books. The first shorter work will be titled, The Sickness of Ronald Winters. I do plan on offering it as a free download for newsletter subscribers, so make sure you sign up by visiting the link above.

  The current plan is for the books to be released in the following order:

  Affliction Z: Patient Zero (book 1) - March, 2013

  Affliction Z: BOOK 2

  The Sickness of Ronald Winters

  Affliction Z: BOOK 3 - Winter, 2014

  Affliction Z: BOOK 4 - TBD

  Affliction Z: BOOK 4 - TBD

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  I also write an Action/Suspense Thriller series based on a character named Jack Noble. If you enjoy characters like Jason Bourne, Jack Bauer, Jack Reacher, etc., then have a look at the books below.

  Lee "L.T." Ryan

  Other Books by L.T. Ryan

  Noble Intentions: Season One

  Jack Noble. Assassin for hire. Spy. Thief. He makes no mistakes. Passes no judgement. Feels no remorse. So why does he stop to help a lost child moments before he's supposed to complete a deal with one of the east coast's top crime bosses?

  A simple decision that places Jack in unfamiliar territory. He's become the hunted and finds himself in a race against time to save those closest to him.

  Noble Intentions: Season One is a fast-paced, thrilling and suspenseful story of underworld crime and government secrets.

  http://www.amazon.com/Noble-Intentions-Season-Episodes-ebook/dp/B0092ETUTC

  Noble Intentions: Season Two

  Season Two picks up where Season One left off. Jack Noble is dead. That's what the world believes, at least. Truth is, he's been laying low on the Greek island of Crete. Six months have passed, and with them, so has Jack's edge. But then he gets the call and it's time to return to action. Jack made a mess, and now is the time to clean it up. One way or another, he's determined to repay his debt. But will it cost him his life?

  http://www.amazon.com/Noble-Intentions-Season-Episodes-ebook/dp/B00AVMTF8U/

  Noble Beginnings: A Jack Noble Novel

  In March of 2002, while the eyes of the world focused on Afghanistan, Jack Noble finds himself on the outskirts of Baghdad, Iraq. A Marine in name only, Jack is on-loan to the CIA. Normally an integral part of the team, he finds that he is nothing more tha
n a security detail in Iraq.

  Jack and his partner Bear have a run-in with four CIA special agents over the treatment of an Iraqi family. Within hours Jack and Bear are detained.

  All Jack wanted was to finish his enlistment and move on with his life. All he did was intervene and save a family from unwarranted violence at the hands of four CIA agents. But he soon discovers that he did far more than intervene. He has placed himself dead square in the middle of a conspiracy that reaches the highest levels of the U.S. government.

  http://www.amazon.com/Noble-Beginnings-Jack-Novel-ebook/dp/B009K8RHNQ

  A Deadly Distance (Jack Noble #2)

  Washington, D.C. Midday. A man waits at a bus stop, his intentions unknown. Two government operatives have been stalking him for days, waiting for him to make his move. Unexpectedly, the man takes off running and heads for a deserted warehouse.

  Jack Noble and his partner, Frank Skinner, believe the man to be part of a terrorist organization that is involved in smuggling drugs and guns and men into the country. But it turns out their plan involves far more export than import, and hits a lot closer to home.

  As the case unfolds, the man behind it all reaches out to Jack with a simple message... 37 hours.

  http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Distance-Jack-Noble-ebook/dp/B00B8548LS/

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