Phew.

It has been a rough couple of weeks, so I haven’t posted anything in a while, but now gearing up for the launch of CyberStorm on March 15th. I thought I would share the prologue with everyone!

CyberStorm — Prologue

IN THE DIM light I could see five people huddled together in the bare metal box, sitting on soiled sheets and clothing. One of them threw me a blanket, and I took it, mumbling my thanks while I covered myself, shivering.

Can I trust them? I didn’t have much choice. Freezing cold and wet, I’d die out there on my own. This small box was as close to salvation as I had anymore. How can I fight back when I can barely survive? I had to get back into the mountains.

“How long have they been here?” I asked again, my teeth chattering.

Silence.

I was about to give up when one of the occupants sitting in the corner away from me, a kid with blond hair and a baseball cap, replied, “A few weeks.”

“What happened?”

“Cyberstorm, that’s what happened,” said a kid with a Mohawk sitting next to him. He had about a dozen piercings, and that was just what I could see. “Where have you been?”

“New York.”

A pause. “That was pretty intense up there, huh?”

I nodded—all the horror summed up in one tiny gesture.

“Where’s our military?” I asked. “How could they let us get invaded?”

“I’m glad they’re here,” replied Mohawk.

“You’re glad?” I yelled. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Blondie sat upright.

“Hey, man, calm the hell down. We don’t want any trouble, okay?”

Shaking my head, I pulled the blanket up around me.

These kids are the future? No wonder all this had happened. Just weeks ago, America had seemed indestructible, immutable, but now…

Somehow, we had failed.

All that remained important was to find my family, to keep them safe.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and turned away from the others, pressing my face against the cold metal, listening to the rumble that pulled me deeper into the night.