About the book:

The post-apocalyptic world isn’t that bad. Sure, there are mutants. But, for the people of New Hope, daily life isn’t so much a struggle of finding food or medicine as it is trying to find a new shortstop for their kickball team. This makes it difficult for a post-apocalyptic warrior to find work.

Thankfully, an army full of killers is making its way to the peaceful town and plans to raze it to the ground. Only a fully trained post-apocalyptic-nomadic warrior can stop them. Two have offered their services. One is invited to help. The other is sent to roam the wasteland. Did the townspeople make the right decision? Will they be saved? Did they find a shortstop? What’s with all the bears?

Find out in the best-selling Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors, a fast-paced action and adventure novel set in a horrific future that doesn’t take itself too seriously.

In this scene:

Logan has brought evidence of a bandit attack on the nearby town of Vita Nova and warns the people of New Hope that they’re next.


“What does Vita Nova mean, anyway?” Roy Tinner sat with Mayor David Wilson and Logan, the post-apocalyptic nomadic warrior, in the mayor’s office.

“It’s Latin,” said the mayor. “It means new hope.”

Roy’s eyes widened, “What? They can’t do that!”

“Do what?” Logan asked.

“We’re New Hope. This is, this is … copyright infringement.” Roy stood. “How could they do this? It’s an insult, it’s an, an affront.”

“An affront?” Logan looked to the mayor.

“Calm down, Roy,” he said, barely acknowledging the pacing councilman as he mulled over the warrior’s story and what he had seen on the camera.

“They can’t …” Roy stammered when he was agitated. He stammered often.

“They’re dead,” Logan said. “Your pending lawsuit isn’t going to be their biggest concern.”

Roy stopped pacing. His cheeks flush, he sat back down. The gravity of the situation had escaped him in his offense.

He stammered, “Of course. Still, we should see to preventing this in the future.”

Logan walked over to a large map on the wall, grabbed a pen and started marking towns and settlements. With each dot he proclaimed the name of the location, “Hope, Hopeful, Last Hope, Hopefulville, The Town of New Hopefulvilleness, The Town of Hope, Hope City, New Hope, New Hope, New Hope …”

Tinner winced with each location and squirmed in his chair. New Hope was the name he had championed during the drafting of the town’s charter. The moniker had faced stiff competition from Freedonia and Freedomville. Political favors and pure begging had helped him force his choice through.

“The world is full of Hopes, Mr. Tinner.” Logan set the marker back down.

“They’re all hope?”

“I came across a Steve once.”


“They figured it sounded warm and welcoming, because ‘who doesn’t like Steve?’”

Roy nodded, but then added, “Why not Steven?”

Logan shrugged, “Too pretentious?”

“I don’t know. I knew a few Stevens, seemed nice enough.”

The mayor jumped in, “Please, Roy. It’s not important right now.”

Tinner dropped the issue, but decided that his first act as the new mayor would be to change the name of the town. A new flag would be needed as well. He decided to start sewing one up that night.

Mayor Wilson sat, his head propped on his fingertips. Pensive, he stared not at Roy Tinner or Logan, but into the wall beyond them both.

The video was disturbing. Horrific. The news that a similar fate could await his town had removed the always present, reassuring smile he had adopted since the apocalypse.

Dozens of people looked to him for guidance and assurances that—even though the world had come to an end—everything would be okay. Men and women had come from all over to this town to be safe and, for the first time, the mayor wasn’t certain that he could promise that safety.

“Well, this isn’t good.” The mayor looked to Logan and indicated the Flip. “How old is this footage?”

“Yesterday. I arrived not long after the assault. Too late to help, unfortunately.”

“And you’re sure that they are headed this way?”

Logan shrugged. “They were headed south. New Hope is the next inhabited town.”

“So they could be here any moment.” The mayor stood and walked to the map of Texas that hung on the wall. Logan had drawn in the approximate location of Vita Nova just across the former state line.

“We should evacuate.” Roy Tinner was two steps toward the door. “I’ll have everyone start rounding up the supplies.”

“Hold on,” Logan raised a hand to stop the councilman and turned back to the mayor. “You may have a few days.

This entire road is lined with deserted towns.” Logan indicated the route on the map. “They won’t pass them up—no matter how fierce they are, they’re scavengers at heart. And, with any luck, the road may prove difficult for them.”

“What do you propose?” The mayor was hesitant to abandon the town, but for once he may agree with Tinner.

“Your walls are strong. Some of the strongest I’ve seen. With a few modifications and some arms for the town, you’d be able to make a stand here.”

“Is that what Vita Nova did?” Roy had picked up the Flip and replayed the footage. “Evacuation is our only chance.

And, if we leave, they’ll just pass by when they find nothing here. Then we can come back.”

“Or, they’ll track you down and you won’t have a wall to hide behind.”

“No, Roy,” Mayor Wilson turned his back to the map on the wall. “New Hope is where other people go when they need help. This is our home and we will defend it.”

“David, this is a bad idea.”

The mayor nodded. He couldn’t completely disagree with the councilman. Defending the town may be the biggest mistake he would make during his career as mayor. This was little consolation in the fact that it could also be his last.

“It could be, Roy. But, it’s the right thing to do.”

“You’re putting us in danger.”

“Danger is being put upon us, Roy. Don’t think for a moment that I’m forgetting what’s at stake here. My daughter is one of the lives I’m putting on the line. But I would rather stand and fight and show her that true freedom is worth defending, than run and, most likely, be killed anyway.

“We’ve worked too hard to build this town to abandon it to the will of savages and bullies.”

The mayor stood and offered his hand to the warrior. “This isn’t your fight, I know. Still, is there any way I could convince you to stay and help us?”

Logan looked to Roy. The fat man perspired in anticipation of the warrior’s answer.

“Help us prepare our defense,” the mayor continued, “and you can take with you all the supplies you can carry.”

“I’ll help. But I don’t want anything.”

“Then why would you …?”

“I have my reasons.”

“David,” Roy’s voice bordered on rage, “we can defend ourselves.”

“Every hand helps,” the mayor looked back to Logan.

Logan nodded, “I’ll survey the town and start making plans.”

“Again, thank you.”

“I’m not going to let you do this, David. Not like this. You’ll have to take this to the council.”

Mayor Wilson nodded. “Of course, you’re right. We’ll take this to the people. Mr. Logan, would you mind addressing the council?”

“If it will help.”

Roy stammered something unintelligible, stormed out of the office, and slammed the door. The steel walls of the barn rattled a moment later as Roy slammed the outer door.

“He doesn’t like outsiders,” said Logan. “That’s his problem, isn’t it?”

“No,” said the mayor. “He’s an asshole. And it’s more our problem than his.”

Logan tried not to smirk. He couldn’t do it.

“By the way, Logan. Do you play kickball?”







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