Free sneak peek intro and chapter 1 "Surviving With Joe"

[Paul]

This concerns the up-coming sequel to:Surviving In America: Under Siege

A free sneak peek! I am in the process of final editing. Enjoy!

Introduction


America had fallen under siege, the once respected government elected by the people having turned instead into a rotten beurocracy which followed the dream of a one world government, a paradise in their minds containing a small fraction of the population of earth as a drain on resources. This plan backfired, and the people, including a majority of the armed forces rose up against the tyranny, ultimately wrecking the well formed and long planned attempt.

Foreign forces had been brought in to help the government put down the rebellion, yet this had backlashed against them as well, ultimately leading to the destruction of the U.N. as a governing body, and the lynchings worldwide of the various psychotic puppet leaders of the world which had taken part in the insane plan. Many of these lynchings were impromptu affairs performed by their own compatriots in the U.N., unfortunately who were still loyal to their respective countries, after discovery of the plans had become clear to the whole world.

Russia had suffered the worst, though Germany was close behind having lost almost it’s entire population worldwide by showing outright defiance to the great bear. After Russia had nuked Germany, what remained of NATO had wiped Russia off of the planet. Simultaneous with the attack on Germany, missiles had flown from Russia towards strategic points in the US and in the middle east. New York had gone up in a flash, but was already virtually a ghost town, as was L.A. and San Diego, their entirely defenseless populations having been shipped off by train and semi-truck to death camps throughout the U.S., never to be seen again. The brilliant balls of white death which sprouted ugly muti-colored flashing mushroom clouds had found little to kill. The rest of the missiles had been successfully shot down by secret defensive military surface to air anti-missile batteries.

In a wierd turn of events, India was now the main super-power on the planet. China, once a huge giant, was now a broken backed radiactive gnome wracked by incessant civil war. America had attempted it’s share of abhorrant atrocities..... but China had done far worse to it’s own population, having placed them for their own safety into brand new cities built in the desert, then using pony nukes, chemical, and biological warfare agents on the billions of it’s own population. China’s population was now five hundred million. Five hundred extremely vengeful and determined million, rapidly becoming five hundred ARMED and angry million, as the masses simply swamped the efforts of the Chinese miltary by sheer numbers.

The military simply did not have enough ammunition.
Once the last of the invading Russians and Chinese troops had fallen or been chased literally out of the country, America had returned to a modicum of normalcy. Industry had restarted, to a point. Shipping had resumed also, to a point. Face it, the poop had hit the rotary oscillator and nothing would quickly stuff it back into the cow. America was hurting, but was still alive and kicking. Joe Anderson had been caught in the middle right from the very start.

Having been powerless to save his wife and children, he became proactive in what by then had become a full scale war on U.S. soil. Nevertheless he paid a heavy psychological price, haunted not only by his dead family, but by the nameless faces of the men he had killed, all seared into the unforgiving depths of his soul. His efforts had made him a hero, and those that respected him had wanted even more.

Joe had been nominated to the newly elected congress, and he was in far over his head. As he sat in the twin engine Cessna, he could barely think, though he pretended to read the papers before him. Joe despised suits with a passion, preferring blue jeans and a country shirt, yet had found himself having to wear the despicable things while in the new Capitol of Dallas Texas. Tired of the whole mess, he was looking forward to landing in Kansas.... He was going home.

Chapter 1 (The Crash)

Washington was a mess, and everyone had given up on that rat-hole anyway. The new government used the same Constitution.... restored to the original document with the exception that the bill of rights was now hardwired into the original manuscript and all dubious passages were fully explained. The new government had the same Congress, Senate, Judiciary, and Executive format required by the formal legal document. Nobody in the new government however wanted even the memory, let alone the legacy of what had come from the infamous city of Washington D.C.

Joe had pushed for and won a few basic amendments to prevent another such possible atrocity occuring, if such was possible. He had demonstrated that the bill of rights should actually be a PART of the constitution, and not a 'tacked on' document. He also pushed for and won the concept across that even elected officials should be responsible legally for their actions while in office, as power without actual responsibility tended to actually cause corruption. He then asked for, and surprisingly won legislation declaring that all further laws be delegated to a separate document over which the Constitution itself reigned supreme as law, instead of changing the wording of the document of the Constitution itself which can negate the intentions of the framers.

He had won power of, by, and absolutely for “We The People”. This also made him quite formidable enemies in power circles, who had hoped to use the new regime just as they had the old. They wanted him erased, finit, finished off.... No matter how it is worded, dead means dead, and they wanted him to be “dead as a doornail” in the worst way. Joe knew he had enemies, as they seemed come with the job, crawling from the very woodwork like roaches at every turn. However, Joe had no knowledge of just to what lengths they would go, or the risks they would willingly take to get him. He was a dangerous problem in their eyes, someone both famous and a convincing orator.... He had to go.

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On the ground a lone Russian man waited. The man was tall, but otherwise fit right in, his close cropped hair and blue jeans looking like any regular Joe, just as he had been trained to do while in the Spetsnaz. He had been given a flight plan, time tables, and a portable SAM. He had been told of the deeds of this man during the 'conflict', and he blamed this man for everything which had befallen himself and his country. Olaf was special forces, and was determined that this man would pay. Deep in the hills of Oklahoma he waited, listening. He readied his equipment when the sound of airplane engines were still faint, and watched the readout on the SAM launcher for a target lock. At the 'beeeeeep' of a target lock, he pressed the switch which fired the rocket.

Fire streaked out into the air, brilliant in the fading light and trailing a white column of smoke. The Russian made rocket accelerating towards its own demise in a firey blast. A faulty engine in the Russian device caused the remaining fuel to explode before the missile impacted, sending fragments of shrapnel into the powerplants of the small dual engine Cessna. Fortunately for Joe, the warhead did not go off, but had been propelled out into the open air by the relatively weak fuel explosion.

“How deed dat fell?” the Russian asked in a thick accent while grinning in satisfaction at the fireball. Efficiently he loaded his gear up into the stolen beat-up pickup, gunned the engine and zoomed off into the early twilight.

A bright light flashed outside, and the plane jumped startling the Congressman. Soon after, the sounds of the engines whined and squealed to a clanking halt. Silence permeated the cabin, except for a shrieking droning noise as the pilot guided the plane into a glide, piercing the unreal quality of Joe's experience.

“What happened?” Joe shouted the question at the pilot.

“Explosion. Surface to Air Missile by the looks of it. Get your pack on just in case I have to ditch, then get into crash position.”, the pilot replied.

Joe had just fastened the parachute pack onto his back, when a horrible squealing, tearing sound erupted from the left wing.

“Oh shoot! Structural damage! GET OUT NOW! BAIL OUT!”, the pilot screamed, trying to hold everything still enough to save his passenger, knowing that if he let go the plane would tumble.

Joe popped the door latch, and had failed to brace himself properly. The suction whipped him out into the cold night air. He stretched out his arms and legs, and felt the air claw at his face like cold fingers, the sheer force curving both his arms and legs up a little. He could not see the ground, but knew that they had been fairly low as he was still breathing. Not too low, as he had not yet splashed into the ground. Hoping he was still high enough, he pulled the rip-cord on the pack.

He heard the chute pop out, then slap open jerking at him roughly, the straps biting into his thighs and chest. He grabbed the control handles that dumped air from the chute allowing him some ability to steer, but couldn't see where he needed to go, the ground still fully shadowed in inky blackness. As the ground got closer, he saw a patch that looked like it might be a field surrounded by trees to his left, and spilled some air from his chute, guiding his fall to the spot. As he almost touched ground, he pulled both handles spilling the air from his chute and fell the last foot. Joe bent his knees and rolled, since it was comparable to a twelve foot fall.

Rolling to his feet, he quickly balled up the chute so the light wind wouldn't drag him around the field. Unfortunately, he had no clue where he was. He had been oblivious in the plane to both his surroundings and the passage of time. He didn't even know what state he was in, possibly still Texas, Oklahoma, or southern Kansas.

He was in America though, and this WAS Joe, he would be OK.

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After publishing to kindle, and possibly smashwords, I will add it to goodreads.