The world didn’t end with a religious war, or a race war, or an economic collapse. It didn’t end with everyone blowing each other up with nuclear warheads and it didn’t end with a natural disaster. It didn’t end because someone got offended in one of the million petty squabbles that were real, or fake, or imagined.
It ended quietly.
Harlan is visiting his friend in Los Angeles when people start dying. His friend, the neighbors, the entire city falls victim to an unknown disease. Except for Harlan.
Or so he thinks.
And he learns quickly that just because there are other survivors, not all are to be trusted. Finding himself in a world filled with broken spirits and hidden motives, he must navigate through a darkening landscape fraught with violence and despair as he desperately tries to get home to the love of his life, Jessica, and the child she is carrying. Morality becomes blurred as Harlan is forced to commit questionable acts to protect himself and those around him.
J.D. Palmer was born and raised in Montana. He was told to go outside and play. A lot. He is so, so thankful for that.
Chess, vodka, and camping are three of his favorite things.
J.D. loves to read and makes sure to do some every day as long as it is fiction. The real world is too scary (kidding) (sort of). Fantasy and historical fiction are his favorites, although sci-fi and post-apocalyptic literature tend to find their way into his book stack. The Lymond Chronicles by Dorothy Dunnett are, in his humble opinion, the best books ever written.
He now lives in Los Angeles where he pursues an acting career.