"At first, we thought survival meant making it through the first days. Then the first week. But survival wasn’t just about enduring, it was about understanding that the world we knew wasn’t coming back. Not in a week. Not in a year. Maybe not ever." We still hadn’t fully accepted what had happened. Or rather, we had accepted it but grappling with the sheer magnitude of it was another matter entirely. Our minds struggled to process the staggering 85% of the United States population gone. Nearly 297 million lives were extinguished. Could such a thing even be possible? The power grid had been obliterated. And with it, the fragile framework of civilization collapsed in a brutal domino effect. Communication networks fell silent. Transportation ceased. Retail, medical facilities, emergency services—gone. Food production halted. The country’s entire infrastructure, built on electricity, had crumbled into dust. The federal government had been gutted, barely functioning. A new president had taken the reins, but with limited military communication and transport, authority meant little. No aid would come—not federal, not local. The Red Cross, United Way, Salvation Army—every NGO had vanished, swallowed by the abyss of destruction. No lifelines remained. We called it "The Point," short for Evacuation Point.. It was a secluded, out-of-the-way refuge we had chosen long ago, in the event the country ever suffered a catastrophe. Twenty-one souls comprised our group—a mix of men, women, children, young and old, single and paired. We had spent nearly a year stockpiling supplies, caching them at The Point, preparing for a day we prayed would never come. But now, we were here. We had made it. The entire group had reached safety, settling into a life stripped of modern conveniences, adapting to survival in the rawest form. Our plan was stay out of harm's way. Secluded. Hidden. We would wait until chaos burned itself out—until the killers turned on each other or disease ran its course. Yet now, the government was calling for our help. Logic dictated we had no choice but to step into harm’s way.
Kenneth D. Nunn is an author and survival enthusiast whose works embody a profound understanding of resilience, self-reliance, and the fragility of societal structures. A Vietnam-era veteran, he served six years in active duty across the U.S. Navy and Coast Guard, experiences that instilled in him a deep respect for preparedness and adaptability. Born in Louisiana, Kenneth has traversed the diverse landscapes of the United States—from the shadowed swamps of his home state to the unforgiving peaks of the Rockies. His passion for the outdoors informs his writing, where survival is not merely a theme but a lived philosophy. In an era where paid book reviews have become commonplace, Kenneth stands apart. He neither allows nor seeks purchased endorsements, preferring instead to let his work speak for itself. His survival series is crafted in the vernacular, a deliberate choice to enhance immediacy and authenticity. As he explains, "I feel it brings more immediacy, making the narrative authentic and relatable." Kenneth’s books, including The Point: A Survival Novel, explore the extraordinary challenges faced by ordinary individuals when confronted with life-or-death scenarios. His narratives are rooted in scientific, technological, and medical realism, interwoven with reflections on contemporary social conditions. Through his characters, he presents unflinching portrayals of human resilience, urging readers to consider their own preparedness. Beyond fiction, Kenneth has authored survival guides and philosophical works, offering both practical strategies and deeper meditations on existence. His writing resonates with readers drawn to compelling, thought-provoking narratives that inspire reflection and action in uncertain times.
I’ve learned to skip ahead as the characters exchange meaningless chatter, but the format does present challenges, with whole paragraphs one sized typeface and next drop several points. I think it’s the A.I. at work but is there no one proofreading these novels? You need a live editor to present your manuscript for readers. You owe us that.