Hell Happened (37 page)

Everyone who was awake got out of the vehicles and took care of business wherever they found convenient.

Jerry, feeling like what he’d done today was possibly one of the best things he’d done in his life, looked skyward. The world of his yesterday was so gone.

But s
eeing the Milky W
ay with
a clarity
like he’d never seen before the fall of civilization, he believed the world he was helping put back together would be okay.

He would be home in a little more than two hours.

He was looking forward to a peaceful sleep in his own bed.

Coming Soon:

Hell Revisited

Look for availability date at
www.ramblingdad.com

Exerpt
from Hell Revisited:

They were losing the farm to soldiers with training and experience. Jerry knew the odds were against them before the first HUMVEE crashed through the fence across the driveway.

He only wanted to live here in peace with his son and friends and they were trying to defend themselves. Chances were slim and not getting better with at least one of his friends already dead, one of their vehicles being shot up by fire from the .50 caliber machine gun, and now three more HUMVEEs coming through the back gate.

“I got an idea, dad,” Randy told his father over the radio. Jerry looked to where he knew his son was positioned and he could just see the
berm
through the trees. “It’s not a very good one, in fact it’s a real bad idea, but I think Kellie’s in trouble.” Jerry could hear a little bit of fear in his son’s voice, something he hoped he never had to hear again.

Jerry watched as Randy did something really stupid. He thought quickly. “Eddie, Monica, cover Randy, he going to do something stupid!” he hollered over the other radio to the kids in the
Strykers
parked on the far hill.

Eddie saw the third heavily-armed vehicle that had entered the rear of the farm crash into the shelter’s escape trench. He also saw Randy running toward the crashed HUMVEE. “You’re right Jerry. Your son’s an idiot, but God love him, look at his fat ass run.”

About the Authors

Terry
Stenzelbarton
is the author of two other books, neither of which has been best-selling, but not bad for someone who is not part of the “in” crowd of authors.

He spent 16 years in the military as a photojournalist, newspaper editor, combat engineer and military policeman.

As a civilian, he has been a sports editor, photographer, traveling salesman, carpenter, computer expert,
grave
digger, Director of Marketing & Advertising, Information Tech and Software.
and
most recently started a consulting business called “Rubber Chicken Consulting, LLC.”

Jordan
Stenzelbarton
, lone son and eldest child of Terry is the loving brother to Amanda
Stenzelbarton
, and exchange students Norwegian Stefan
Jenssen
and Hungarian
Richárd
“Rizzo”
Seres
. He’s a fan of video games and reading.

He is also an unemployed factory worker.

Together they live, with their little dog, 
TwiLight’s
Child, in the same town in which Terry grew up and where they try to scratch out a living, play a little tennis, some softball, a round or two of golf and volunteer their time to
Thornapple
Valley Church.