Survive the Lawless: A Post-Apocalyptic EMP Survival Thriller (A Powerless World Book 2) by Jack Hunt

Author:Jack Hunt [Hunt, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Direct Response Publishing
Published: 2021-02-22T00:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

Dan Wilder

Humboldt County

When SWAT raided his home, Alby was gliding back and forth on the porch rocker, sipping 25-year-old scotch, relishing every drop. He’d become so accustomed to living on the other side of the law that he had bought into the lie that he was untouchable. He wasn’t.

None of them were. Dan was in office for this very reason.

Rikers, Stricklands, it didn’t matter. If they continued to operate outside the law, he would be there to remind them their days were numbered.

SWAT swooped in on Alby from every angle, like silent ninjas, rifles at the ready.

He had a shotgun leaning up against the wall, but he didn’t go for it.

There was not even the slightest attempt to defend himself.

He looked amused.

That’s what struck him as odd.

His aging dog Lenny lay beside him, more alert than him.

If he wasn’t mistaken, Dan almost thought Alby was expecting his arrival.

“Sheriff Dan Wilder. Don’t you look like a peach in that uniform. Funny, I was only just thinking about you. Care for a drink?” he said, raising his glass.

Several deputies moved in on him, bringing him down to the floor and handcuffing his wrists behind his back. He lifted his face to meet Dan’s gaze.

“Sloppy, Alby. Very sloppy.”

“Is that what you think?” He chuckled to himself as they lifted him. “Sloppy was killing Bruce. If you think those three boys’ lives are the end, you are very much mistaken. This is just beginning, and it only has one outcome. You should know that better than anyone else.”

“I’m arresting you on the charge of murder.” He began reading him his rights. “Take him away,” he said.

“I need my meds.”

“We’ll get them.”

“You think I can take Lenny with me?”

“I’ll make sure your kin gets him.”

“Alive, Dan. Alive. I’ve heard about you.”

Dan’s cheeks went flush. He was glad it was nighttime and his face wasn’t illuminated. Alby was referring to an incident when he was a youngster, an accident in which he shot his own dog on a hunting trip. The Rikers hadn’t let him live that down since. As he was carted away, Dan went inside the house and took a look around. There was a hand-crank lantern on the counter revealing the extent of Alby’s disgusting living conditions. The sink was jam-packed with dishes, the garbage can overflowing, and there was dog shit on the kitchen floor. “Filthy animal,” he said, referring to Alby.

He took a few minutes searching the property for medical supplies from the grocery store. As he shone the light around, he noticed a bottle of pills on the table. He scooped it up and saw there was no prescription on the outside. It was diabetes medicine, the kind that would have been prescribed. He squeezed it tightly. Dan shook his head on the way out, astonished at how such a man could live in these conditions. He glanced at the garage, and two of his guys exited it and said they couldn’t find anything. He saw the vehicle in the back with flat tires nestled among tall weeds.

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