The time has come to take down the chapters. I’m about to begin the last chapter and start the editing process. Because of this I want the book to be as new to as many people as possible. I have plans to add a lot of depth to the characters and am excited to get rolling on this. I will still give further updates on publishing dates and my work with White Feather Press.
As you may have noticed I’ve started posting unedited chapters. I’m doing this for a couple reasons. I’m actually using the site to write and keep the book in one place. This gives me the chance to keep some content coming to you without long brakes or driving myself mad trying to edit everything as I go. I have big plans for the editing phase of the book. The final edit will not be posted here. You will, however, get to see the “fleshing out” of the story line. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the added content and please forgive the profuse spelling and gramatical errors.
I’ve been looking for a picture to pattern a part of the book on. I think I found a great one. Check it out.
I’d like to introduce you to a character that you haven’t bet yet. This is 1stLt Gracie…or as I like to call her, Nurse Gracie. She is going to prove herself vital to the fight.
We sat there looking back and forth at each other almost sensing what the others were thinking. Verbal communication would have almost been less effective. What the heck was this? Whatever it was, it seemed to fade and left a splitting headache in it’s place.
The General calmly opened the door and came back to his seat behind the desk. “The case. Yes, you wanted to know about it and I can see it’s still on your minds. It contains the product of years of covert research. We actually laced the pages from the George Hill packet with it. You would have absorbed small amounts of it through your skin. It wares off rather abruptly using that method and leaves you, well, less than yourselves. You see your bodies are fighting off the compound because you got such a small dose. I suspect you may loose consciousness in the next thirty minutes if the dose isn’t increased. Death will probably take you in about an hour after that. You see the only way to fight off the contagion is to kill the host. So this case is the end to your torment and comes only by accepting your commission.”
“My conditions from before still stand.”
“Even now, as you slump in your chair from the pain, you cling to those conditions? You never lost them. I simply need to know you’re with me when I need you. Just sign your name on the commission document.”
“You have my word. Now make it stop…..” ,I gasped as I scratched my name to the document.
Jared slumped over against the wall as Sam fell out of his chair and ceased moving. The General opened the case and took out a large vial of liquid. Out of his desk he took a large syringe and filled it. “Your unconscious men first” ,he said injecting Sam, refilling the syringe, and injecting Jared. They started twitching. I didn’t pay much attention, though, because I was starting to black out but fought it with everything I had. “…and now the rest for you, Mr. Chetwood. This will be an extra large dose for my new Lead Operative.”
Doing a little writing today and thought you’d like a sneak peek.
Think hostages, leveling an one star general, sent on a mission that brings us back in line with Uprising: USA, and catching a four star general in a sniper crossfire should anything go down. Oh, but the list of surprises the come of it…..Becoming one of the pack….and starting our own….yeah. Oh, and can I just say….ya gotta love Google Earth.
It’s official. White Feather wants the manuscript by the first of the year so I’m going to spend more time writing. I won’t be adding any more of the book to the site but you will still get updates on how things are going. Right now I wanted to share a few of the pictures that I took around Glenwood and the surrounding area as inspiration for the book.
Well, there you have it. Some of the thing’s you’ve already read and some…well, you’ll just have to buy the book.
The title says it all. I sent part of chapter 12 to the publisher as I mentioned earlier. I got an email reply tonight. Check this out.
I read chapter 12 and it was very good, worthy of the “Uprising” name.
What is your status on the manuscript? Is it complete?
I may be sitting here typing but I’m jumping up and down on the inside. Now I just need to finish writing it.
Had a piece of good news and knew you guys would want to see this. This is from the publisher of the original Uprising books by the Ogre. I’ve left his name out because I don’t have permission to use it and it just wouldn’t be right.
Hi Joe. Yes, I read part of it and liked it. Just got sidetracked on other projects.
I’ll get back to it soon. Keep bugging me every week.
President, White Feather Press LLC
How awesome is that? I’m pretty excited and I even started the “bugging” process today. I sent him a part of chapter 12 that I just finished up last night. Needs editing, naturally but exciting nonetheless.
Anyway the work moves forward.
I did some more writing this weekend. It needs to be edited but I think its pretty good stuff. I even got a start on chapter 12. I have some surprises in store for chapter 12 and even a return of the Ogre. If you’ve read Uprising USA you will recognize it but we’ll find out the back story the Ogre didn’t know. It’s going to be an exciting write.
Don’t worry I know you are only on chapter 7. I’ll get you some more edited content. I just have to search out pictures for some of it. I even have a few I’ll be adding that I took myself last month. So stay tuned. Tell your friends. Send over some great comments and we’ll have some fun with this.
I just wanted to say a quick thank you for reading and for the kind remarks sent in so far. I welcome your thoughts and look forward to hearing from all of you.
Bright sunny mornings always get the blood flowing and today I could use it. It’s another work day at my home away from home and I have to drag myself out the door after a night filled with strange dreams. The drive to the shop was like any other day. Filled with Utah drivers being their usual narcissistic selves. The front of the shop was an inviting sight as I pulled around back and jumped out. I unlocked the back door of my and entered Crusader HQ. The familiar smell of Hoppes #9 and gun oil filled my nostrils. That smell is better than perfume to a gunsmith. I knew right where I was going, even in the dark. In the office I opened my laptop and put on the local talk station 105.7fm. The show host was going on about the usual political battle and the crap surrounding it. The hippies in D.C. pulling the usual stunts to destroy the country and blaming the results on the Republicans. “When are they going to figure out that we’re tired of that crap? Nothing ever changes but the faces in office. Very few of them actually do their job anyway. They‘re too busy being elitist dirt bags. They want real change, they want a good economy…then get the hell out of the way and we‘ll do it ourselves.” Ok, I knew yelling at the radio wouldn’t do any good but it made me feel better. Looking around I was glad no one was around to hear that today.
I was mentally going through what I needed to accomplish for the day while turning on the lights surrounding my work bench. I needed to get started on a batch of our custom Glock 22’s. The Ghost trigger connectors have to be fitted into each one. Good thing I’ve done it enough times to know right about where the sweet spot is. Just enough trigger reset length to keep a customer from bump firing the pistol while working the trigger reset and maintain only needed over travel. No need to fit a little and check it…a few more file strokes and check it. The trigger bars needed work and, of course, they needed a Slipstream pistol treatment. If I can get that much done on this batch I can refinish them tomorrow.
I was working on the forth trigger connector for the day when the news broke for an emergency message. There was a situation at the Salt Lake International Airport. Some lady went nuts and started biting people on a flight from California. “Where’s George to say something about the Zombie Apocalypse when you need him?” I was thinking out loud and, once again, ended up glad there was no one to make a crack about me talking to myself. All the same, there was something about this that didn’t seem right. They said on the radio that they would keep us posted. I kept it in the back of my mind that I would let it go for now but one more report like that and I was locking up and heading home.
I kept working but it was only a half hour until another emergency message. Everyone on the plane that was bitten got up from the first aid station and started shuffling around. Their eyes had turned milky white. The first person that walked was charged with amazing speed and they started eating the poor guy. Everyone that ran by was leashed out at by gnashing blood stained teeth. People in a mile radius of the airport started looting and destroying things in their path. Some were banding together in trucks and breaking into houses and stores. Grabbing everything they could, shooting store clerks or home owners, and some burning places down. More and more people were moaning and shuffling around biting people. Some got a hold of the looters. That wasn’t so bad. Served them right but that just meant more milky eyed undead roaming the streets.
“That’s it, it’s time to go.” I looked around. If this was a zombie outbreak then I’d need a few things from the shop. I packed up my toolbox and some other things and loaded them in my suburban. I also had a few guns that were finished except needing to be Cerakoted. They got loaded as well. I then counted them to make sure it would do. Two 12ga tactical shotguns (a Remington 870, and a Mossberg 930) one each of our Templar (18“ polygonal barrel good for dealing punishment from near or far), Paladin (24“ polygonal bull barrel for ultimate accuracy), and Guardian (16” polygonal bad to the bone carbine) rifles all in 5.56, a 7.62 Broadsword rifle (18” polygonal barrel and an Eotech) and a Longbow rifle (24” polygonal barrel and a 10 power Leupold Mil-dot scope). I also grabbed a few Glock 22’s and a 23. I had my G23 Reaper so I was really only grabbing an extra for my wife. She wasn’t a shooter but she would get that way in a hurry. As long as I could find ammo these weapons would be everything I needed to keep my family alive. Sure there were more than I could shoot but they would arm additions to our group down the road somewhere.