“At three in the morning, something wakes me up. At least I think it’s three in the morning. My iPhone is dead. The house is warm. No hum of the A/C running. I fl ip on the light switch…nothing. What the hell? I quickly glance out the window. No porch lights. No street lights.” When Dalton Kirby realizes his town of Elmhurst, and much of the United States, has been hit by an electromagnetic pulse, source unknown, outcome not promising, he doesn’t worry too much. Not at first, anyway. He’s got a stash of primo prepper goods—food, a full, two thousand gallon fiberglass water tank that catches rainwater, and weapons—lots of firepower. He also has transportation that doesn’t rely on anything but gas. Dalton has his prized 1965 BMW R60 motorcycle with sidecar hidden in his garage. He loves it—and his ex-wife doesn’t know he bought it with the twenty-three thousand dollars he hid from her in the divorce settlement. Ah, yes, the ex-wife… Dalton’s “I don’t give a damn about anyone” attitude is suddenly tested as one crisis after the other puts the whole town in life-and-death peril. Dalton is now faced with hard choices, requiring him to rethink who he is, and who he wants to be.
