By John O'Brien
There is not any sanctuary.
That was once taken away within the blink of an eye. Humanity went out now not with a whimper, yet a bang.
Jack, a occasionally funny, occasionally philosophical ex-special operations pilot and soldier is without doubt one of the few left to struggle through the desolation left within the aftermath; looking to live on as a new ferocious species emerges from the rubble, hungry and unrelenting.
Will his detailed forces education be enough?
Will he be ready to continue his childrens secure and guide the few survivors via perils that now roam the area they once knew?
Or will the hordes that now own the evening be triumphant, eternally removal the final of mankind from existence? Humankind used to be on the best of the food chain. But that has now changed.
This hard-hitting, action-packed sequence starts off with Jack Walker being abruptly thrust right into a global where the infrastructure which adored Armani fits, evening golf equipment, speedy and dear automobiles and staring at the daily stock industry are gone. Left in its place is the fabric global mankind outfitted yet a majority of the inhabitants has vanished; changed via a brand new, savage, unrelenting, crafty, animalistic species which hunts and operates at night.
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