Doomsday Preppers Face Off With Bioterrorists in This Thrilling New Series!The fans just want to watch the football game. NOSI Terrorists armed with submachine guns and an Ebola bioweapon have other plans.Among the fans, Gus Thompson just wants toMore Doomsday Preppers Face Off With Bioterrorists in This Thrilling New Series!The fans just want to watch the football game. NOSI Terrorists armed with submachine guns and an Ebola bioweapon have other plans.Among the fans, Gus Thompson just wants to forget about his days in Iraq and the traumatic death of his parents.
Mounting a daring downtown escape with his newfound friend Shaya, Gus flees for his doomsday-prepper uncles elaborate underground bunker.EBOLA AFTERSHOCK sets the stage for the NOSI Splinter series of books. On the cusp of apocalypse, how would average citizens work together to fight an invisible terrorist threat?EXCERPT:Barging into the Dark Horse Tavern, Gus stood among solemn patrons who were fixated on the broadcast of the game, which had become live coverage of much more violent news.So if you are just joining us, there has been a terrorist breech.
We are all being held hostage here. The men are heavily armed, and have been spraying the crowd with what we assume to be some sort of chemical biological agent. We are being told to leave the booth. We are going off the air, folks, please pray. Pray hard.Gus tore through the bar and out the back door.
There would be no safe building downtown, and cabs would never make it in time to evacuate safely. It would soon become panic-central, and no place to stick around, he thought.Loud, thumping bass poured from a nearby car in the alley.
As Gus descended the grated stairs, hidden by the sound of the stereo, he noticed some men with black hair and oxford shirts with the sleeves rolled up who were facing the car. Both men wore automatic weapons on their backs. Gus crept down the rest of the stairs. He backed up against the hidden corner of one of the brick buildings which formed the alley, and slowly inched toward the scene.A young woman in her 20s was standing outside the car, her hands raised in the air.
The closest man beckoned her with his finger.Gus once again removed the knife from its sheath. He weighed it in his hands to become comfortable with its feel. Aside from basic training and the occasional Judo class, he had no experience with hand-to-hand combat. Sweat streamed from his forehead and into his eyes.
He wiped them and took several deep breaths in an attempt to slow his thumping heart.Placing his finger on the edge of the knife, he figured that the knife wasnt sharp enough to cut through the nylon strap in one slash. But Gus knew that he had about 40-50 pounds on the nearest man—the element of surprise being his other advantage. He was no expert at knife-throwing, but just needed to hit the farther-away target with any part of the knife, even the handle.
That way, he might earn enough seconds to make a move for the nearest mans machine gun.After a few deep breaths, he readied the knife and turned around. Taking one step away from the wall, Gus threw it at the far-away man. The hilt struck the man squarely in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. Leaping around the corner of the building for the nearest man, Gus grabbed the handle of the machine gun and yanked as hard as he could. Bursts of shot sprayed overhead the far away man, who was gasping for air. Gus threw his hip into the closest mans waist, tossing him hard to the asphalt.
The strap stayed secured to the man, bringing Gus to the ground on top of him. With two hands now firmly on the machine gun, Gus fired at the man who gasped for air, sending bullets through the mans shins and causing him to collapse. The next burst of fire connected with the top of the mans head, spurting blood and fragments of bone.