No Maze... No Zombies... No Games...
Its Hell Week. America has fallen and 97% of the adult population is dead or dying.
Young loner, Isaac Race, must lead a ragtag group of survivors and fight for their lives as the ground invasion of America begins. They have one chance to survive. There are rumors of a place - a sanctuary - where they might be safe, but its three states away. If Isaac and his friends are to survive the chaos of post-apocalyptic America and make the perilous journey, they’ll have to fight every step of the way and be prepared to do things that would have been unthinkable just weeks before.
Hell Week is the first installment of AMERICA FALLS, a gripping survival adventure and story about who we are and who we have to become in order to survive.
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Genre: FICTION / DystopianThis book along with the rest of the six book series has been very successful with 9,000 units of this book and a further 19,500 of the whole series since publication in early April 2018 plus approximately 10 million pages read in the Kindle unlimited program.
I don’t think about death anymore, it takes too much energy, and God knows I need every bit of that. My name is Isaac Race. Both of my parents are dead and so is my sister, Rebecca. They were dead even before the attack. In fact, everyone I ever loved or cared about before is gone now. I can’t complain though; the others have lost everybody too. All except the twins, Ben and Brooke… they have each other at least.
I guess I need to start at the beginning. Before the shit hit the fan, as my last foster father used to say. Yeah, I said my last foster father. I had two after my parents died. That’s where I’ll begin my story, just before the Pyongyang flu killed all the grown-ups… well, nearly all of them.
Mom, Dad, and Rebecca were killed in a house fire just before I turned 14. I wasn’t at home that Saturday night; I’d stayed over at my best friend Tommy’s house. The cops and social workers all told me how lucky I was. I didn’t feel lucky. For a long time, I kind of wished I’d been home. Maybe I could have saved them... or, if not, at least I would have died too. Surely that would have been better than the awful, empty feeling that is only now starting to fade.
If I’d died with them, we would have gone to Heaven together. Well, that’s what I thought back then, when it first happened. I know there isn’t a Heaven now. There can’t be a Heaven without a God and I know there can’t be a God. No god could have let them do what they’ve done to us, could he?
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Rafael Zarraga
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