May 2036. The Second American Civil War has been ongoing for months and the United States as you know it is crumbling. The fascist and totalitarian New American Federation (NAF) has risen and taken over much of the country, whilst the former government has fled and is clinging on to territory out west. Americans under the jurisdiction of the NAF are subject to the brutal treatment of the state's military police Enzian, who enforce absolute compliance from civilians. The land of the free is now anything but. Unbeknownst to the NAF and Enzian however is what is lurking in the basement of a bar in downtown Baltimore. Sick of war and continued social and economic chaos, resistance is brewing right underneath their noses both in the city and elsewhere across the country. Cells of an opposition group are coming together and becoming more organised, threatening the existence of the tyrannical regime no sooner than it has began to establish complete control. This is no ordinary resistance movement, though. They have power that the NAF can't even begin to comprehend. They are not to be messed with. They are SYBER. *Frequent updates*

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After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted

The Year Is 2020, I Knew The Zone Was Going To Expand. These Mutant's And Anomaly's That This Zone Has Created... I'm Part Of A Military Squad To Destroy This Zone... God I Hope So...

All the earth is torn asunder. There used to be grass, and the sun used to be golden. Children played outside, climbing trees with smiles on their faces and grass stains on their knees. People worried about a million things that would soon be irrelevant, continuing without a clue of the disaster to come. Centuries later, what little is left of humanity survives in a society constructed beneath the surface of a glass dome, the world outside converted to little more than a desert wasteland. Survival is a routine rather than an effort, and all rules are surpassed by only one: if you want to survive, you never leave the dome. There's nothing alive out there. The radiation that soaks the earth makes sure of that. Until one day, someone finds a bloody, dust-covered handprint on the outside of the glass. Nothing will ever be the same again. Book 1 of the Burning Series Highest ranking: #13 in Adventure on 03/04/16