The Complete Last War Series

by Ryan Schow

Genres: Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy; YA Mysteries & Thrillers

Synopsis

From the USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR of Dark Days of the After and The Age of Embers comes a high-concept, adrenaline fueled post-apocalyptic survival thriller like no other! With 100,000+ copies sold, over 30 million pages read and more than 3000 five-star Amazon and Good Reads reviews, this series will grab you by the eyeballs and refuse to let go!  

 

In a collapsing world, are humans resourceful enough to survive?

 

When Artificial Intelligence wages war on humankind…

.…how will a handful of humans stave off an extinction level event?

When a breathless, unending assault on one of America’s most iconic cities lays waste to the local infrastructure, an ordinary group of survivors will navigate the ruined city in search of their loved ones. Will they have what it takes to fight an indomitable enemy? And how will they fare against their fellow humans in a dog-eat-dog world?

 

All of America now sits on the precipice of a new dark age…

As the attack spreads across the nation, the President is forced into a precarious position, one requiring an EMP response. Will this bold, almost hopeless attempt to preserve the nation trigger something far more devastating? Can America even survive without power?  Or will this usher in a new dark age, one with the power to drive humans to extinction?

 

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The Complete Last War series is a clean, lightning-fast thriller about several ordinary families struggling to survive the collapse of society in the face of insurmountable odds, an abysmal loss of life and the dawn of a new, post-apocalyptic dark age. This bestselling EMP survival thriller will put you on the edge of your seat, but it will also have you looking at your own world with much different eyes. Prepare yourself for a ride like no other. Are you ready?

 

Get it now.

 

BOOKS INCLUDED IN THE LAST WAR SERIES:

• The Last War
• The Zero Hour
• The Ophidian Horde
• The Infernal Regions
• The Killing Fields
• The Barbarous Road
• The Terminal Run

Release date: September 30, 2018

Publisher: River City Publishing

Print pages: 1614

Sample

Chapter 1

 

CINCINATTI

 

 

Forget who you were. What you did for a living. That fancy title on your business cards. Forget your paycheck, your overpriced car, the upscale neighborhood you lived in because there’s no such thing as upscale anymore. Or society. Or even civility for that matter.

 

Oh, and if you’re looking for a sense of community? Honestly, don’t hold your breath. Welcome to San Francisco. Welcome to hell.

 

To survive in this post-apocalyptic cesspool, you have to un-know yourself. You have to strip away that which makes you human: your empathy, your enormous heart, all the ways you used to be and feel so special. How things are now—the big cities being stamped into ruin, relentless bombing runs, the onset of hunger and the spike in crime—you need to understand your life in this city is a death sentence.

 

The circumstances being what they are, doing unforgivable things, unspeakable things, is the norm. It’s what you do to stay breathing. Not to belabor the point, but if you don’t subscribe to the philosophy that if you’re weak, you’re a corpse, then honest to God, the window between right now and your demise is probably already closed, you just don’t know it yet.

 

My husband, Stanton, recently told our fifteen year old daughter, Macy, “If someone’s in your face and you don’t feel right about them, if something feels off, just shoot them. Don’t even think about it. Just do it.”

 

Two weeks ago this would have been the most irrational statement in the world, but the way Stanton says it, you can almost believe that he believes he sounds completely rational. To think he was once the voice of reason in our little family of three...

 

Oh and me? I’m an ER nurse. Well I was, past tense. My name is Cincinnati McNamara and I spent my career at Saint Francis Memorial Hospital. I used to save lives, not take them, so hearing my husband so brazenly speak of murder is a pretty big pill for me to swallow.

 

We’ve killed though. We didn’t mean to and we certainly didn’t want to, but if we weren’t wanting or trying to kill people and we did so anyway, what does that say about the times?

 

It says plenty.

 

Speaking of matters of life and death, before the collapse, every life had value. Even the junkies, the criminals and the homeless. Now the only lives with any value are mine, Stanton’s, my daughter Macy’s and my younger brother Rex’s. I don’t like thinking like this, but we really are in a survival-of-the-fittest type of world here.

 

I suppose we could lament our situation, this sour turn of events, but we try not to. We can’t afford the mental breakdown. Even though it’s coming. We tell ourselves we’re not those kinds of people, the kind who just lay down and die when things get tough. We tell ourselves we’re survivors, fighters.

 

Perhaps this is true. It could be a lie.

 

Either way, we are our own cheerleaders, our own slave drivers, as we slog through what will surely become some urban wasteland if someone doesn’t stop the brutal war being waged on mankind. Can it even be stopped? Are we the ones to do it?

 

Probably not.

 

So we navigate the streets of San Francisco, squatting where we can, eating what’s available, and we try not to comprehend this city’s monumental fall from grace. Instead, we dig our heels in as we grapple the impossible odds and grind against the gears of our sometimes frail and overworked minds. We do this while hiding from enemies who have taken to the streets and who kill from the air, and we do our best to ignore the voices in our heads telling us to go ahead and give up, just quit, end it once and for all and just eat that bullet.

 

You may be wondering, why press on when things seem so dismal? I’ve asked myself that same question a hundred times. Maybe more.  I have an answer, but it’s flimsy, propped up on faith and desperation. We’re praying that when the smoke clears and all the bodies have been stacked and properly burned, there will be something left to hang on to, some semblance of hope for a new life, a new future, a brand new world.

 

If you could see what I see, how this city turned upside down in a single afternoon, how devastation has spread to every corner before me, perhaps you’d understand these things I’m telling you. Perhaps you’d know what I mean when I say faith and desperation.

 

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Putting the cart before the horse if you will.

 

Let me start at the beginning…