After America (The Disappearance)
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The world changed forever when a massive wave of energy slammed into North America and wiped out 99 percent of the population. As the United States lay in ruins, chaos erupted across the globe.
Now, while a skeleton American government tries to reconstruct the nation, swarms of pirates and foreign militias plunder the lawless wasteland where even the president is fair prey. In New York City, armies of heavily armed predators hold sway—and hold off a struggling U.S. military. In Texas, a rogue general bent on secession leads a brutal campaign against immigrants. And in England, a U.S. special ops agent enters a shadow war against a deadly enemy who has made the fight personal. While the president ponders a blitz attack on America’s once greatest city, the forces of order and anarchy wage all-out war for postapocalyptic dominance—and a handful of survivors must decide how far to go to salvage whatever uncertain future awaits . . . after America.
After Crockett, Miguel had taken the lad under his wing, and he had seen that Sofia seemed to relax in Adam’s company, too, even though he very obviously had eyes for poor Sally Gray. Adam seemed somewhat wary of Sofia after her actions in Crockett, but Miguel thought he detected admiration there, too. The cowboy shook his head. Even running for their lives, it seemed there would be no avoiding the telenovela of teenage entanglements. Adam’s family had Disappeared, a fate he had avoided by
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across her vision. And then the terrible din abruptly ceased, cut off by two short bursts of fire from a P90. The glassy tinkle of falling shell cases terminated with a giant crash, causing her to jump. “Nothing to worry about, Miss Jules,” the Rhino announced, as he suddenly appeared from behind the body of the trashed yellow cab. “That was just his boom box hitting the curb.” “Thank Christ for that,” she said, finding her feet somewhat shakily and brushing off the worst of the mud and foliage
numbers of men who appeared to be roaming around aimlessly. Avoiding such encounters slowed her considerably, delaying her arrival at the address she’d tortured from Jukic. The gunfire started up when she was two blocks away. It wasn’t a large-scale engagement like some of the battalion-size encounters shaking themselves out downtown, and it seemed to come in two waves: a brief, shattering eruption of fire that lasted a few minutes but involved only a few shooters, followed by a larger
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