EMP STRIKE: EMP APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL THRILLER - Book 1 of 4 in the EMP STRIKE SERIES

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EMP STRIKE: EMP APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL THRILLER - Book 1 of 4 in the EMP STRIKE SERIES Page 24

by Thunboe, Bo

Dan frowned, considering which way to go. Sean was either still with his trap or had gone home on the trail through the park instead of taking the road. Dan decided to find the trap and if Sean wasn’t there he’d go home on the trail. Dan crossed over the little creek and entered the woods, where the wind died off. The flashlight beam was a big hollow glow ahead of him, stark shadows thrown off the tree trunks made the woods on both sides look ominous.

  Blam!

  Some idiot in Cress Creek hadn’t yet figured out he couldn’t just buy more ammunition when he ran out.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Blam!

  Dan turned the flashlight off, plunging himself into total darkness. He squatted down, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Slowly, he became aware of the white glow of the snow under him and the dark expanse of the woods all around him, but it was too dark to discern one tree trunk from another. He waited, searching for any pinpoint of light that would signify someone nearby, but saw nothing. He thumbed the flashlight back on and got moving, walking faster now, the gunshots nagging away at him. Maybe they shouldn’t go out alone anymore.

  He stayed on the path as it wound east and north, keeping the flashlight pointed at the ground, occasionally lifting the beam to check his surroundings, the trail very familiar from hundreds of bike rides with the kids. Soon he broke out of the woods, the prairie where Sean was putting his trap opening to the left. He raised the flashlight beam, sweeping it back and forth over the prairie as he slowly advanced into it. He made it to the woods without spotting anything and searched the open area in a grid pattern, back and forth, keeping the flashlight beam on the ground.

  There! The trap, surrounded by disturbed snow where Sean had stood and knelt and scrambled around working on it. The lump of offal on the end of the bait stick glistened with ice. Dan kept back, avoiding the wire loop he knew would be somewhere under the snow

  He turned a slow circle and found Sean’s trail. The boy had headed home. Dan must have missed him. He snapped off the flashlight, waited for his eyes to adjust, and headed back toward the trail.

  Acknowledgments and Authors Note

  I had the help of a couple of people I’d like to mention. Peter J. Thompson was my main early reader on all four books in the series and did a fantastic job helping me get these stories right. Ron Edison edited all four books.

  This series was a lot of fun to write. I placed most of the story in my fictional Weston which is based on my hometown of Naperville, Illinois. People familiar with Naperville will recognize a lot of the places I mention in the series. If you aren’t familiar with Naperville, come visit and check it out. Or open Google maps and street view and visit virtually.

  About the Author

  And Acknowledgments

  Bo Thunboe is a suburbanite—born and raised—and still lives in Chicago’s western suburbs. When bad eyesight killed his dream to fly helicopters for the Marines, he went to college. It didn’t go well, and a few lost years later Bo was out in the world laying bricks and repossessing cars. Then he met his wife, Diane, got his head on straight, and went back to college, where he earned a BA in Economics and a JD from Northern Illinois University. (Go Huskies!) After a couple decades spent working as a lawyer he is now a full-time writer.

  Please visit www.thunboe.com to sign up for news and to learn more about Bo and his books.

 

 

 


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