Neal Grant watched silently as the cemetery workers buried his family. It was just him now, alone, something he’d never been before. First, his parents and siblings had passed and then his wife and three wonderful children. All of them were gone forever now - all dead at the same time because of a drunk driver and a foggy road. Little did Neal know that this was only the beginning of things to come. Soon he would realize that he had not only lost his family, but must also deal with a failing economy and a nuclear war.

When he gets tired of seeing elected officials breaking the oath they made to the country, Jake Hunter decides to take matters into his own hands. Finding a few like-minded friends, they begin to carry out their mission. First, they use scare tactics to try to get those officials to keep the promises they made to get elected. When that doesn't make much difference, they resort to other measures. Some turning deadly.

In 2035, in a hopelessly broken world, Nick Ritter is The Posh Prepper, a gifted crisis consultant who sells disaster-survival plans to rich and powerful clients. Haunted by corrupt clients and a tragic past, Nick lives a reclusive life in overcrowded Boston, counting the days until he can retire to his survival ranch in New Zealand. But when he gets an insider tip that a deadly virus is tearing through Boston, Nick has 24 hours to escape the city and flee to New Zealand. He has the perfect survival plan, but there’s just one problem…it doesn’t account for company.

When Horatio Billings returned from a trip, and first met Penny, she was sitting behind his receptionist/paralegal’s desk in his office. He had absolutely no idea why she was there instead of his girlfriend who was also his current receptionist/paralegal.

Rick is like many Americans. He's concerned with what he sees on the news, and how the country seems to be ready to tear itself apart. His biggest concern has been civil unrest. Already an avid camper, he sets out to secure his future, and career, by finding his own Eden.

As earthquakes are triggered, fault lines split, buildings crumble, and monstrous tsunamis rush inland, Jax, his daughter Zoe, and a group of civilians with vastly separate lives collide in the Northwest in an interweaving story of survival, loss, and redemption. Meanwhile, Natalie Reid is at the Gatlinburg Midnight Parade, charged with caring for teens from a group home; when the earth shakes, the sky lights up in a brilliant light, and planes fall from the sky.

Clint Redshaw walks into a port facility meeting expecting an ordinary day arguing about the budget. When the shaking starts, he keeps calm. But as the tremors stretch on and on, the ground rips apart, the dock disintegrates, and chunks of land fall into the Strait. When the quake finally ends, there's only one thing on his mind: his daughter. Mika's singing songs and laughing with a gaggle of other sixteen-year-olds as they climb into the Pacific Northwest mountains for a scout weekend. One minute, it's sunshine and good vibes, and the next, it's screaming and chaos.

After being launched from their container ships in the Gulf of Mexico, the three specially calibrated nuclear warheads carried by Shahab-3 ICBM’s detonated in space at 10:58 AM, directly over Utah, Kansas and West Virginia. For a fraction of a millisecond, the late morning October sky brightened, the event over with so quickly it was basically imperceptible from the ground.

Before the lights went out, Jack Warrant never considered himself a prepper. That was someone on the edge, a conspiracy theorist or a doomsday cultist who had a fatalistic view of the world. He was neither a theorist nor a cultist. He was an optimist. At least that was what he told himself when the darker thoughts creeped into his psyche as he stared at the ceiling in the middle of the night. Whenever he started down the rabbit hole, he always clawed his way back into the sunlight.

When the pandemic hit, nobody was expecting it to be as bad as it was. The economy barely survived the lockdowns, but it staggered along until civil unrest shattered people’s hope of better times to come. With it being an election year, more and more Americans were waking up to the idea that they truly were behind the curve. The hope was if they did not get sick, run out of money, or could avoid violent mobs, they would be fine.