About the AuthorA. Americanhas been involved in prepping and survival communities since the early 1990s. An avid outdoorsman, he has a spent considerable time learning edible and medicinal plants and their uses as well as primitive survival skills. He currently resides in Florida with his wife of more than twenty years and his three daughters. He is the author ofGoing Home,Surviving Home,Escaping Home,Forsaking Home, andResurrecting Home.angeryamerican.netExcerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof***Copyright 2014 A. AmericanChapter 1Being home felt good, even if it wasnt our home, per se. The house next to Danny and Bobbie was as good as we were going to get, considering our own home was trashed. The guy who owned this house had left it during the mortgage crisis, lucky for us. We tried to make the best of a less-than-perfect situation, and so far, so good. Mel and the girls took it all in stride, which I was thankful for. Little Bit hardly commented on the change in location, and Lee Ann and Taylor didnt grumble, a teenagers way of saying they were okay with it. Just being back in the old neighborhood provided a sense of normalcy and familiarity we hadnt had in months. For that, I was grateful. Our little community had grown so much in the past few weeks, with the arrival of Fred and Jess, who were slowly getting settled. Now that there were plenty of bodies willing to help with the cleanup, progress in the neighborhood was moving along nicely. Everyone pitched in without being asked. Wed been at it for a couple of days now and things were really starting to come together, particularly in our house.Dannys house was another story entirely. He and Bobbie always kept an orderly home, unlike mine, where everything had a place, and that place just happened to be wherever I laid something down. Seeing their home in such a condition was hard on them. They never said much about it, but I knew otherwise. I could tell from some of Dannys exasperated looks and Bobbies sighs that the never-ending cleanup of the house was getting to them. Given that, I tasked everyone to pitching in one summer day. It was a hot daythe days were getting hotter and hotter as summer began to stretch out into longer daysbut everyone took it in stride. I was in charge of dragging out what was left of their shattered lives and dumping it in the truck.Turning the wheelbarrow up, I dumped another load into the bed of the little red truckthe same one Reggie had acquired from the kid. Well never know for sure if he had anything to do with Reggies niece or not: both of them are dead now.Thad had gotten the little rig running and backed it up against Dannys back porch as we cleaned. Watching the dust settle, I thought about Reggie and how we discovered the truck. It seemed so long ago that Id walked to the dry bed of Baptist Lake and found those bodies, or what was left of them. I can still see Reggies face when he said he had to take her to her momma.Now the truck was being used around the neighborhood, albeit sparingly, as gas was a premium worth more than gold. As I worked, I could hear the voices of my friends as they helped clean out the trash from the inside of Danny and Bobbies place. We had been at it for a couple of days, sorting out what was worth saving and what was beyond salvage, and hauling the latter out. The truck made life easier, but we still had to figure out what to do with all the debris. The trash man certainly wasnt coming on Thursday and there was no way to get to the dump, so we had to divide the haul into what could be burned and what couldnt. If it wouldnt, we hauled it off to a pit on the back of Dannys property.A hand landed on my shoulder. Break times over.I looked over to see Thad standing beside me. Yes, sir, boss! I said with a smile and wheeled the barrow back into the house. Thad smiled and shook his head as he followed me inside.It was quite a scene inside. Mel, Taylor, and Lee Ann were going through the kitchen, putting broken dishes and various electric kitchen appliances in stacks along with the silverware and cooking utensils that were scattered all over it. Bobbie was kneeling down on the floor, wiping her forehead with the back of an oversized work glove. Danny pushed a shovel into the pile in front her, and she used her hands to push more into it and it was dumped into the bin.When we began the cleanup, the floor was littered with everything from broken dishes and furniture to general dirt and grime. The house had been thoroughly trashed, searched from top to bottom. Whoever had gone through the house had ransacked every drawer, closet, and cabinet. In most cases the contents were tossed onto the floor, then walked over repeatedly. The worst was the malicious destruction of furniture and other household items. It made me mad to think about someone coming into another persons home simply for the sake of destruction.Whatd you guys decide to do about this sofa? Jeff asked, lounging on the torn and slashed settee.Take it outwell burn it, Danny said.If we put a sheet over it, we could still use it, Bobbie said. Danny shook his head. I dont know, its pretty torn up. What else are we going to sit on?Danny shrugged. I guess youre right. Lets keep it, at least till we find something better.Jeff jumped up. All right, so the sofa stays, but I gotta say, man, this recliner has seen better days. Lets toss it. Thad, wanna grab the other end of this chair? he said as he made his way toward Dannys beloved recliner.With a smile I looked at Danny. Should we observe a moment of silence?I cant watch. Just get it out of here.Thad laughed as he and Jeff hefted up the chair and waddled toward the door. With most of the floor now swept clean, I grabbed a bucket and filled it at the sink, marveling at having running water again. Using a crusty mop that was lying in the kitchen I began to mop the floor, starting at the front door.I dont want any footprints on my clean floor! I shouted as I swept the sopping mop back and forth.So should we use the back door, then? a voice asked from behind me.I turned to see Jess and Fred on the porch. Hey! Hows it going in your new place? Getting settled in?Were getting there. Fred wants a favor, Jess said.Fred asked with pleading eyes, Can you take me to the camp, please? I want to go see Aric.Uh, sure, just let us finish up here and we can take a ride over there. Are you going to stay there or come back?Fred nodded her head. Oh, Im coming back. Hopefully Aric can too.All right, then, just give us a bit to wrap this up here and well head out.Thanks so much. I really appreciate it, Morgan, Fred said with a smile.Thad and Jeff were on the back porch, having unceremoniously dumped Dannys chair in the truck. I glanced over to see Thad hugging Jess. It brought a smile to my face, remembering when we all first met.Careful, Jess, how do you know you can trust that guy? I shouted, still swinging the mop back and forth.She turned her head and stuck her tongue out at me, which made me grin.Fred was looking around the living room. Wow, you guys have really made a lot of progress in here.Bobbie had gotten to scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees. She looked around the house. You shouldve seen it before all this happened. It was spotless. Danny and I worked so hard to get it in shape. Itll never be the same again.Hey, at least youve still got your house, Mel said, examining a blender sitting on the counter. Besides, we all know that you and Danny will have this place spic and span in no time. Yall are like Martha Stewart.Danny looked up slyly. Except for the insider-trading- and-going-to-prison part, he said, getting a laugh from me and Thad.Fred chuckled. Whatever I can do to help, Id be happy to. Mel, hows your place working out?I like our new house, Fred! Little Bit said brightly.Me too, my rooms bigger. You should come over and see it soon, Lee Ann said. In the past few weeks, the older girls had been getting along with Jess and Fred. Lee Anns mood had improved considerably since they had become part of her community. It was nice to see her connecting to girls closer to her age.Oh, I think its a little early for visitors, but soon enough, you and Jess should come through. We are neighbors now, after all. Speaking of neighbors . . . have you guys seen Brandy and Tyler today? Mel asked.Yeah, we saw them on our way over here. Theyre doing the same thing you guys arecleaning up, Jess replied.Little Bit jumped. I want to go play with Edie! Mom, can I go?Mel chuckled. Go ahead, you can go play.Little Bit leapt up in the air, pumping her fist, and took off at a run for the gate. Jess and Fred laughed at the sight of her little legs running.Fred was shaking her head. Where does all that energy come from when theyre so young?Bobbie looked up from her scrubbing. I want to know where it goes as you get older.Thad laughed. If you figure that one out be sure and let me know.We worked for another hour or so. The extra hands helped to move the process along more quickly. With all the damaged furniture and trash removed, the place looked a lot better almost back to normal. Danny looked around the living room, nodding to himself approvingly. Bobbie was still hard at work scrubbing the counters, a frustrated look on her face. It would take a little longer for her to feel at home.Seeing how things were coming together, I figured it would be a good time to run to the camp. Sarges plan to take the camp without a fight worked out, almost. Hed been wounded by Aric in a terrible mistake that hed paid for in return. With the Guard now in control of the camp I wondered about the fate of the DHS troops now under their control. It seemed to me unlikely that they could keep them locked up for too long. Having to feed and care for them as well as the possibility of an uprising made for a very touchy situation. It was an issue I hoped Sheffield and Livingston were working on.Danny, you want to go up to the camp with me? I asked. He looked around again. Nah, Im going to stay here, theres still a lot to do. I could see him doing a mental check-list of everything that needed to be done. Ill go with you, Thad volunteered.Right on, brother, I said. Lets head out of here in five, I said, nodding to Jess and Fred.How long will you guys be gone? Mel asked.Not long, were just going to check on Aric, maybe bring him back here if hes up to it.Which one is Aric, again? Mel asked.Hes the DHS guy that helped Jess and Fred get out. He was trying to bust them out of the jail when Sarge and the boys showed up. I guess Freds got a thing for him.Bobbie pursed her lips. Just what we need, someone else to feed.I looked at her and smiled. Well be finewe know how to make do. But speaking of food, how are we doing on it? How much do we have left?Not much, Mel said. A worried look crossed her face. Morgan, I know you want to help people out, but the more people we bring in here, the less food for everyone else. You gotta remember that.I sighed. When I get back, well do an inventory of everything and see where we are.That wont take long, Bobbie said sarcastically.I smiled sweetly at both of them. Ladies, well be sure to have everything covered. You ready to go, Thad?He nodded and picked up his shotty from the table, heading toward the door. I kissed Mel on the cheek and followed him out, cutting through the fence to my place. Rolling toward the gate, Thad said, Mel and Bobbie are right. Were going to have to do something about food.I nodded in agreement. We need to try and get a garden started here with what seeds we have left. Its a shame we planted some already at the river, I said.They wont go to waste, at least. Sarge and the guys will take care of them.I know they will, but that doesnt help us much right now. We gotta think of some alternate means.Thad snorted. Alternate means. Story of my life. I punched him on the shoulder. Well get that garden going ASAP. Theres only so much to hunt. Plus, I think the cold weather is pretty much over, Thad said.I nodded. Itll take some time, but its worth it. In the meantime, we use what we have. And weve got the pigs and chickens. Theres fish in Dannys pond, but they wont last forever if we press it too hard.You still aint answered my question: What are we going to do?I looked at him. I guess were going to have to get used to being hungry, I said with a halfhearted laugh. Seriously, though, its going to be tough. Its going to take a lot of work to keep everyone fed.I think were up to the challenge. can i get books for free Resurrecting Home: A Novel (The Survivalist Series)
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. BETTER AND BETTER!By BigDrumDaddyHaving followed Morgan, Danny, Thad, Sarge, and the cast of characters surrounding them this far I had to wonder just how well they their story would hold up. But the author has managed to create a cast of characters that most anyone can sympathize with, and several foils to oppose them in the disastrous backdrop of it all - and even they were believable in every instance. I cannot imagine having to face all that this group of men, women children have endured - and while it might be stretching it just a "wee bit" to believe that Morgan is quite as knowledgeable as he is about so many things, I've known a few much like him in my life. My neighbor, for one, would qualify. So it's not really such a stretch after all. That said, the author has created perhaps the single most enduring series in this genre exactly for those reasons. I can put faces to virtually every character, because I know - or have known - someone very much like them. The antagonists aren't too deep, nor do they need to be. Their kind is hardly ever that deep. Intense, yes. But deep of character? Hardly ever the case, in my experience. And while things would appear to be settling down - if only for the moment - you have to believe that even more challenges, fraught with danger, lie ahead. So I'm moving onto Book 6 to find out.0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. you mourn their deaths like you have lost a life long friendBy RebelRedsOnFireA. American has written these books that make you wake up and take notice, the characters become family you feel their pain, you share in their victories and losses, you mourn their deaths like you have lost a life long friend...I highly recommend these books they make you think outside the box and prompt you to think of the what if scenarios..One thing I love about these books is it is an awesome resource for helping non-preppers to see what might happen in a shtf situation some people just can't imagine all the horrible things that probably will happen. Hand them book 1 in this series and welcome them to the club..2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. Good Series But Read in OrderBy Nancy B.I really enjoyed reading this series. Actually I didn't know it was a series when I started reading "Going Home." It begins with a man trying to get home after an unspecified event spun the country back to a time without electricity, refridgeration, and rendered more modern cars useless. It does allude to this man being somewhat of a "Prepper" but not a crazy one. Just a guy who wanted to make sure his family would be OK in the event something happens. Going Home chronicals him trying to get home with not only the trouble you would imagine with no food, electric, access to doctors etc....but a more lawless world like we sometimes see today when people see or create an opportunity to take anything they want and to hell with anyone else. A world where you trust no one even children and never turn your back on anyone. He will see some really bad people, but will also meet others, who may be people that will be needed in the future. There are a total of five or six books but do not read this one first. Your enjoyment and understanding of relationships and occurances will mean so much more when read chronologically. I was hoping there was going to be another, but nothing right now so I will keep checking. What happens in the books will show how far a man has to be pushed to save his friends and family and how important trusted friends and family are. As I said there is quite a bit about the difference of being prepared in case of something happens with far reaching effects and not being prepared at all, but I did not feel that the author was beating me over the head with a one ton weight to get the point across. I recommend these stories that in order make up a very satisfying book.