Bitter Cold Apocalypse 2: A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller

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I peered through the binoculars, my mind racing, catching, and racing once more at what I was seeing in the distance. This was bad.

And I didn’t just mean sort of bad, or something that we might have to deal with at some point, if it came down to it. I meant bad like bad. Like something that was very dangerous to not only my town, but the people in it—which included the two people who were more important to me than anyone else in the world.

Because in the distance, right where the forest started, Randall Smith had now set up an entire encampment, complete with tents, campfires, and even—weirdly—several outbuildings.

“How the hell did he manage to get outbuildings set up so quickly?” I asked quietly. I wasn’t expecting an answer, not really.

Because although I wasn’t by myself, the man standing with me had been with me since we entered my hometown of Ellis Woods, Michigan—which meant he’d spent the last several hours inside Town Hall where the rest of the townspeople had set up. And that meant that he hadn’t been out here either. Whatever Randall and his men had been up to, Marlon hadn’t seen them any more than I had.

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