She thought it was just another drill. He let her believe that for one more hour.
Her father’s paranoia cost her a childhood, her inheritance, and years of her life. It was about to buy her every day she had left.
The town called him crazy. The lawyer called it theft. Burning through her dead mother’s money on bunkers and guns. Charlie called it a prison and broke out at sixteen.
Then the disaster came, the kind that proves a paranoid man was just a prophet nobody believed, and everything his obsession stole from her became the only reason she lived.
In a world of EMP survival and post-apocalyptic ruin, the father she ran from is the only reason she’s still alive.
