Where am I? A question asked. A simple question for most situations, but this one is different. A character I created has stumbled out of his story and is now back in my creative center, waiting for me to give him answers, waiting for me to send him home. I scramble to find out where he belongs, searching my brain, searching my notes, searching anything for a clue, only to find a smattering of information. I learn that he belongs in one of six stories, but I do not know which one it is. He and I (to the chagrin of the character) must journey together into each story in order to find the one place he calls home. I, of course, do not write love stories. I write horror influenced by the works of Stephen King and other great horror authors. The character must journey into these worlds populated by the foulest of things. He must endure and endure and endure punishment after punishment in order to get back into his story, back to his family, back to the life he once knew. And it is up to me to get him there no matter how hard or painful it is. Will he get back? Will he survive? Will I get him home? The answers lie within the pages.
Tick, tick, tock, the world as we know it is about to die.
Terrorism, nuclear war, and a world washed in nuclear fallout. In this new world, Danny and his family will live, survive, and thrive underground, creating a new life among the ruins of the old. And in this new life Danny will use the skills he learned in his old life to help those in need. His role in this new world will be that of a Wasteland Delivery Driver, delivering supplies to survivors in need throughout the country. It is a dangerous job, one fraught with many perils, but Danny is up to challenge. He is ready to help and ready to make sure society (or what used to be society) keeps functioning the way it should.