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Now eight months into a global blackout, the residents of Oak Hollow are trying to cope with the deep winter nights and a gnawing hunger from a food shortage. The struggle to survive can bring out the worst in anyone.

A teenage friend of the Brannings’ has been found shot while hunting, and his slain deer is gone. Suspicions immediately fall on Mark Green, the son of a convicted murderer. Before he can prove his innocence, vigilantes force the sheriff to arrest him.

Deni Branning is growing closer to Mark, and she sees him as a hero, not a traitor. She and her family set out to find the person who really pulled the trigger. But clearing Mark’s reputation is only part of the battle. Protecting him from the neighbors who ostracized him is just as difficult.

New York Times bestselling suspense author Terri Blackstock weaves a masterful what-if novel in which global catastrophe reveals the darkness in human hearts—and lights the way to restoration for a self-centered world.

“Blackstock is absolutely masterful at bringing spiritual dilemmas to the surface and allowing readers to wrestle with them alongside her characters.” —RT Book Reviews, 4.5 stars (of Dawn’s Light)

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AUTHOR

DEAR READER

THANK YOU FOR READING MY RESTORATION SERIES. I got the idea for these books as the world was preparing for Y2K. The world was expecting a huge catastrophe as the clocks turned from 1999 to 2000. Computers were expected to crash, power grids to shut down, and the world as we knew it might come to an end. We all sat around our televisions the night of New Year’s Eve, bracing ourselves for darkness. That darkness never came, and the catastrophe didn’t happen. But the thought of what might have happened continued to germinate in my brain.

I asked a physicist friend of mine what kind of event could knock out our power grid and fry all our technology, and he told me to research electromagnetic pulses. These pulses could be caused by different things—solar flares, celestial events, E-bombs, and nuclear weapons exploding in our upper atmosphere. As I read and studied these situations and their repercussions, I became more and more aware that these things were real threats to our way of life.

At the same time, I was troubled spiritually by the cultural decline in America. Families (including my own) seemed to be eating most meals in their cars between ballet and soccer practice, the children were glued to video games and television, and parents were distracted by their smart phones. Our comfort had numbed us to the things God wanted to do in our lives. I became convicted that He was going to have to do something drastic to America to get our attention. What would that be? Would it be war? Famine? A nuclear attack?

That’s when I decided to flesh out the idea for the Restoration Series and challenge a spoiled American family with a massive global power outage. The Brannings, who’d been used to fast food and take-out, now have to grow their own food and find water. Their cars don’t run, their jobs are gone, the banks are closed, there’s no communication . . . and this family has to decide if they will hoard what they have or share with their neighbors, when sharing might lead to their own starvation. All around them are desperate people, some willing to kill for food or the opportunity to get ahead.

Since I wrote these books years ago, there have been variations of this theme in television series and books by other authors. Mine are different because I chose not to focus on the military aspect, but on the changing character of the people suffering through this disaster. I fell in love with these characters as I wrote the four-book series, and so did many of my readers. Several years since the series was first released, people are still buying the books and sharing them with their friends. For that reason, we’ve decided to give the series a second life with new covers and a re-launch that will give new readers an opportunity to discover them. It’s my hope that rehearsing this catastrophe with my characters will help prepare readers for catastrophes in their own lives. And if it gets the attention of God’s people before He has to give us a wake-up call . . . well, that would be my idea of true success.

If you like the books, please tell others about them. And if you enjoy the way I tell a story, there are many other books where these came from. Learn more about all of them at http://www.terriblackstock.com/books.

Thanks again for reading my books!

Terri Blackstock

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Branning, Doug — forty-eight, father of four and husband to Kay Branning. He’s a successful stockbroker who’s never known failure until technology comes to an end and he’s forced to provide for and protect his family from the dangers surrounding them. Although the circumstances of life threaten to defeat him when the power goes out, he manages to find the character and strength to do what needs to be done. He commits to studying the word of God, and becomes the pastor of a home church for Christians in his neighborhood.

Branning, Kay — forty-five, Doug’s wife; mother to Deni, Jeff, Beth, and Logan. She was a spoiled soccer mom before the outage, living in a four-thousand-square-foot home with all the bells and whistles, and driving a brand-new Expedition. Now she faces a daily struggle to feed her family and help those around her who have less than she does.

Branning, Deni — twenty-two, Doug and Kay’s spitfire daughter. Just before the outage, she graduated from Georgetown University in broadcast journalism and landed an internship at the NBC affiliate in Washington, D.C. When the power went out, she was on her way home to plan her wedding to Craig, an attorney who works for a prominent U.S. senator. But after a number of tragedies and trials, as well as an encounter with God, she becomes disillusioned with Craig and breaks off the engagement. Mark Green, a neighbor and high-school friend, begins to win her affections as her priorities change.

Branning, Jeff — sixteen, Doug and Kay’s son. He’s the star pitcher on his high-school baseball team, a true jock and a popular kid at school, but not very accustomed to work. But when the Pulses knock out technology, he’s forced to grow up quickly. Saddled with adult responsibilities and the desire to help protect his family, he becomes a young man of integrity and grit, someone his family and friends can count on.

Branning, Beth — twelve, Doug and Kay’s daughter, who looks up to her older sister. She’s sensitive to the needs of the neighbors and tries to help when she can. She has turned from a pampered princess to a person who puts others’ needs before her own. To distract the neighborhood children from the drudgery of life during the Pulses, she writes, directs, and produces plays that bring the community together.

Branning, Logan — nine, Doug and Kay’s youngest child, who was raised on PlayStation, computers, DVDs, and television, and finds their new way of life boring and unfair. But he’s enjoying spending more time with his dad now that Doug is home most of the time.

Green, Mark — twenty-two, Deni’s friend from high school. He’s good looking, strong, inventive, and skillful. He skipped college and went to work in construction. He’s disliked in the neighborhood because of his dead father’s reputation. But Deni and her family know that Mark is just what he appears to be — a good Christian man who puts others before himself. Mark helped turn Deni from her future with Craig and waits for God’s timing on their relationship with each other.

Horton, Chris — twenty-two, Deni’s best friend from high school, a nurse who works for the only doctor in their area.

Caldwell, Brad — the Brannings’ next-door neighbor, an attorney, a good man but not a Christian. He sets up a neighborhood watch in Oak Hollow. An African American, he was initially blamed for the murders and robberies in the neighborhood and was beaten up and almost killed. But he has proven to be a good friend to the Brannings and is Doug’s most trusted partner in fighting the crime that threatens them. His wife, Judith, is a nurse and the mother of Jeremy and Drew (seven and nine). She’s close friends with Kay.

PROLOGUE

ON MAY 24, CIVILIZATION AS WE KNOW IT COMES TO AN END.

Plumbing doesn’t work because the water treatment plants run on electricity. Trucks and trains don’t run, so stores run out of food. Generators are rendered useless. In this major meltdown of life, people are stranded where they are, with no transportation, no power, and no communication. Crime runs rampant as evil fills the void, and desperation becomes the only moral guide many people recognize.

Eventually, word makes its way to Crockett, Alabama, that the event was caused by a star — a supernova named SN – 1999 — which is emitting electromagnetic pulses every few seconds. With no assurances of when the star might burn itself out and allow them to rebuild, people are left with a choice: will they hoard what they have until it all runs out, or will they share with those around them who are in need?

The Brannings, an upper middle-class Christian family, struggle to maintain their faith in the midst of the world’s new challenges, and learn the lesson of giving of themselves . . .

Even when it threatens their survival.

ONE

THE BUCK FELL WITH THE FIRST SHOT, AND ZACH EMORY couldn’t help being impressed with himself. From his deer stand, it looked like an eight- or ten-pointer. If the weather stayed cold, he’d be able to make it last for several weeks’ worth of meals.

He climbed down from his deer stand and pulled up the collar of his jacket. It was so cold his ears were numb, and his fingers had begun to ache. But it was worth it. Even in the pre-outage days, Zach had spent many mornings sitting in a deer stand freezing to death, just for sport. Now it was a matter of survival.

He jogged toward the animal that lay dead twenty yards away. His brother Gary would be crazy with envy. They had a competition going, and Gary was two up on him. Zach hoped Gary had heard the gunshot and would come to help him move the deer. It would take both of them to lift it into their rickshaw.

He bent over the buck. Ten points. And a perfect shot right through the heart. His dad would finally be proud, and if he was lucky, his mother would drag herself out of bed to get a look.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see a man emerging from the trees, walking toward him. Zach squinted, trying to place him. He’d seen him before, but he couldn’t remember where.

Did I score or what? he asked as the man came closer. He’s a ten-pointer. Got him in one shot, right through the ticker!

The man didn’t look like he’d come to celebrate. He stopped about thirty feet away . . . and raised his rifle.

Was he going to shoot? Zach’s hands came up, as if that would stop him.

The gun fired — its impact propelling Zach backward, bouncing him onto the dirt.

TWO

THE BUILDING SMELLED OF MOTOR OIL AND GREASE — A scent Deni Branning associated with progress. A symphony of roaring engines brought a smile to her face as she rolled her bike inside. Oh, for the days of noise pollution and hurry — of bumper-to-bumper traffic, honking horns, blaring radios, and twenty-four-hour TV.

All over the large warehouse, mechanics and engineers with black-stained fingers worked at converting engines. The building had been purchased by the feds a few months ago, when they instituted the draft. Instead of drafting soldiers, the government had conscripted all of those with experience as mechanics. Later, they’d added others to the conscription list: electricians, scientists, and engineers. Many of them were allowed to live at home and work in the local conversion plants, but others had been sent across the country to serve where they were needed.

Pushing down the kickstand on her bike, she reached into her bag for her notepad and looked around for someone in charge. She saw Ned Emory, from her neighborhood, standing nearby with a clipboard, instructing a group of mechanics with a disassembled engine laid out in front of them. She headed toward him.

Excuse me, she yelled over the noise. Mr. Emory?

He turned. Yeah?

She could see that he didn’t recognize her, even though his son Zach had been close friends with her brother for years. Deni Branning. Jeff’s sister?

Recognition dawned in his eyes. She reached out to shake hands with him, but he showed her his greasy hands. Better not shake. What brings you here?

I’m writing an article about your work here. Do you have time for an interview?

As if he hadn’t heard her, he turned back to the men, barked out some orders that she couldn’t hear, and started walking away. Glancing back over his shoulder, he said, I heard the newspaper is back up and running. They hired you, did they?

She caught up to him and tried to match his steps. "That’s right. the Crockett Times. They liked what I’d been doing on the message boards around town. This’ll be the cover story for next week’s issue."

He didn’t seem impressed, so she pulled out her big guns. You guys are like rock stars. Everybody wants to know what you’re up to.

Pride pulled at the corners of his mouth, and she knew she’d struck a chord. Sure, I can give you a few minutes. What do you want to know?

He started up a staircase, and she blew out her frustration as she followed him. Is there someplace we can sit down?

I don’t have time to sit down. He reached the top of the stairs and headed across the concrete floor to an area where a dozen mopeds sat in various stages of completion. Hey, Stark! I need at least four of these done by the end of the day. Get Bennett over here to help you.

Deni’s gaze swept over the bikes. Wow. How can I get one of those?

You can’t. They’re not for the private sector. He was walking again, but she hung back, unable to tear herself away from the coveted mopeds. She stepped toward one and touched the seat.

He turned back and gave her an impatient look. Do you want to do the interview or not?

She shook off her longing and forced herself to focus. Of course.

He led her past a table filled with generators, and again, her longing kicked in. Do those work?

They do after we harden them against the Pulses.

Her heart quickened. If they were making hardened generators here, it wouldn’t be long until they actually had electricity. Could there really be lightbulbs at the end of the tunnel?

When will those be available for the public? she asked, catching up to him again.

Our illustrious supernova will burn out before we can finish supplying the hospitals. They’re priority number one for the generators right now. Without robotics, assembly lines — electricity, for that matter — we have to do everything by hand, one at a time. And even if we could produce enough for the public, there’s one missing ingredient.

Gasoline, she said.

You got it. He reached a series of offices with glass walls, overlooking the work on the floor below them. We can’t get enough gas without operating tanker trucks, and once we get it here, we don’t have electricity to work the pumps.

She was well aware of the chain of problems. But aren’t you guys all about creating work-arounds?

Right now we’re just trying to help critical services operate. Like I said, the star will likely burn out before we get caught up with that. Then we’ll shift our objectives from sustaining to rebuilding. He headed into one of the offices, dropped his clipboard on his desk, and motioned for her to take a seat.

As Deni sat down, something outside the glass caught Ned’s eye, and Deni turned to follow his gaze. Someone was running up the stairs.

Ned frowned as his son Gary came running toward his door. Dad, Zach’s been shot!

What?

Deni caught her breath and got to her feet.

We were hunting at the Jenkins’s place. I heard some gunshots and . . . when I found him . . .

Is he dead? Ned blurted out.

I don’t think so. I got help and somebody went to get an ambulance. They’re taking him to University Hospital.

Ned grabbed his son’s shoulders. What condition was he in when they took him?

Gary trembled as he raked his hands through his hair. There was blood all over his shirt . . . front and back.

Deni’s heart stopped. Her brother’s best friend . . .

Ned raced out of the office and hurried down the stairs, Gary on his heels. Deni followed them as far as the top of the stairs, then waited there as they hurried through the building. All the engines went quiet, and everyone stared as Ned ran to a beat-up Buick. The keys! he shouted. Where are the keys?

Someone tossed them to him, and he got in and started the engine. Gary jumped in beside him. Two guys pulled up the garage door and the Buick rumbled out.

Deni muttered a prayer for Zach as they drove off — and then a thought struck her. Jeff, Deni’s brother, sometimes hunted with Zach. Could they have been together? What if he’d been hurt too?

She had to get to the scene of the shooting. She ran downstairs, grabbed her bike, and pedaled out behind them.

THREE

ZACH? ZACH, CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Zach tried to open his eyes, but they were glued shut. Something was shaking and bumping him — and with each jolt, pain exploded through him.

Zach, we’re getting you to the hospital, okay, buddy? Stay with me.

Was he in an ambulance? How long had it been since he’d been in a running car? Weeks? Months? Years? His brain couldn’t find the answer.

He tried to breathe, but something was crushing his chest. Drowning . . . choking . . . gurgling.

Something sliced through his throat. We’re gonna help you breathe, buddy. Hang on, we’re almost there.

He couldn’t breathe. Gagging. Smothering. Gasping.

The ambulance jerked to a stop, people all around him yelling, probing, pushing.

As they rolled him into the building, Zach knew he was dying.

FOUR

THE MEETING HAD BEEN DRAGGING ON FOR HOURS. DOUG Branning shifted in his seat and wished they would take a break, so the attendees could dash outside to the Porta-Johns lined up around the Birmingham Jefferson Convention Complex. For weeks, he’d looked forward to the symposium of economic leaders in the area. His success as a stockbroker had gotten him an invitation, and he hoped to hear about when the banks would open and what the plan would be for infusing money into the economy.

Because the big complex was without electricity, chairs had been set up in the multileveled lobby of the big building, so they could take advantage of the light from the windows. He’d sat riveted for most of the day as financial leaders argued that opening the banks would have a destructive effect on the economy. Others countered that opening them would help. Doug wasn’t sure which side of the fence he landed on, professionally. But as a victim of this disaster, he wanted his cash.

The government leaders who’d come in for the symposium and who had been conducting meetings like this in several major cities, were here to gather advice from local leaders and update them on the state of the economy. So far, all Doug had done today was listen.

The banking systems lacked sufficient records of their account balances to open the banks a few months ago, Edward Freelord, Federal Reserve Chairman, said, his voice carrying over the crowd. When the computers crashed, most of the banks had only a few current hard copies, and those have had to be reproduced by hand. Local banks now have the information they need for their local account holders, so it is feasible for them to open. We’re considering instructing them to give account holders no more than 2 percent per month of their balance, to avoid a run on the banks.

They’d already established that the law would prohibit foreclosures on property during the Pulses, since no one was able to make payments right now, and the banks would not be allowed to loan money except to those involved in rebuilding the infrastructure and helping the government function.

Several of the audience members weighed in on Freelord’s idea, offering pros and cons that Doug was sure the leaders had already considered. But Doug’s mind was busy calculating the scenario’s direct benefit to his family. He’d had about 15,000 dollars in his checking account at the time of the outage, and another 30,000 dollars in savings. His stocks and bonds and other investments totaled over a million dollars, but those were worthless right now.

He jotted the figures in the margin of his legal pad. With the government’s suggested plan, his family would be entitled to 900 dollars a month. With the new rock-bottom prices, they would be in great shape.

Once again, the world would be separated into the haves and have-nots, and his family would rise to the top. It wouldn’t help his friends in the Sandwood Place Apartments, most of whom hadn’t had any money even before the outage. But maybe it would help them indirectly, as money spent in the economy trickled down to make their lives better.

Would it? That was a pipe dream, he feared. But he’d deal with it later.

Someone tapped on his shoulder, and he glanced up to see Jeff, his sixteen-year-old, standing over him. What are you doing here? Doug asked in a whisper.

Sorry, Dad. Jeff looked upset, and Doug knew something was wrong. I have to talk to you.

Doug got up and followed Jeff back up the aisle, to the front door. They stepped out into the cold. What is it?

Dad, Zach Emory was shot this morning!

What? How?

Jeff told him the little he knew.

You weren’t with him?

No, I was helping Mom set up at the swap meet. They said he was really bad, that he lost a lot of blood. Some people who were there when the ambulance came weren’t even sure he was alive. His chin trembled, and he settled his misting eyes on Doug. Dad, I want to go see if he’s all right, but Mom told me to come by and get you first.

Of course, Doug said, glancing through the glass back up at the podium.

You don’t have to leave, Jeff said. I can go by myself. It’s just that Mom thinks I’m a kid who can’t be alone in the city.

I can leave now. Don’t worry about it.

But what if you miss something important? Like when they’re opening the banks?

Doug shook his head. This is just a fact-finding mission. They haven’t made any decisions yet.

They headed to the bike rack and unchained their bicycles. Getting onto his bike and pumping out into the street, Doug couldn’t imagine what Zach’s parents were going through. He looked over at Jeff as they rode. The boy’s gaze was fixed on the road, but Doug could see the pain behind his eyes. Zach was one of Jeff’s closest friends.

He prayed as they rode, but his prayers were selfish. As much as he wanted Zach to be alive when they got to the hospital, he wanted even more to protect his son from the pain of sudden and unjustified loss.

Only God could control that now.

FIVE

THE CLOUDS WERE THREATENING SNOW BY THE TIME DENI found a hunter who could lead her to Zach’s deer stand. They tromped through the barren trees to the place where Zach had been found. The sheriff’s department had cordoned off the area, keeping everyone a hundred feet away. Deni joined the crowd standing at the yellow tape. In the distance, she could make out two broad, dark stains on the ground.

Her heart jolted. Was all of that Zach’s blood, or had someone else been shot too?

Deputy Jones, who was usually more open with her than the others in the department, was keeping the crowd back. She pushed her way to him. Gordon, what happened?

He gave her a cursory glance. Kid got shot.

I know that. She started to respond sarcastically