By Kyle West
Within the yr 2030, the meteor Ragnarok impacted Earth, rending the area a desert. Billions died, the sky went purple, and the area entered an ice age from which it is going to now not emerge for centuries.
By 2060, what's left of the us exists underground within the Bunkers. the place as soon as there have been one hundred forty four, now purely 4 are left - fallen for purposes of hunger, uprising, or worse. For within the wake of Ragnarok are new and sinister threats, threats which don't but have a name...
Born into this post-apocalyptic international is sixteen-year-old Alex Keener, who has lived his complete lifestyles underground in U.S. Bunker 108. but if a stranger is allow into the Bunker from the wastes, in defiance of protocol, all hell breaks loose...and Alex's existence seriously is not comparable again
Apocalypse is the 1st publication in seven half sequence. the subsequent books, Origins and Evolution, are already released. booklet 4, Revelation, may be out 9/30/2013.
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Apocalypse (The Wasteland Chronicles, Book 1) by Kyle West