Page 9 - Blackout Protocol Book Jonathan Riker PDF Download FREE

camp stove just to have something warm to hold. By

nightfall, the kids had stopped talking. The silence was

heavier than the cold.

Then came the third night.
THE COLD WAS BITING, BITTER THE

KIND THAT

SEEPS INTO YOUR BONES.

The house was dark except for a few dying candles.

And that’s when I saw it through the frosted window, far

down the street… a faint glow.

It wasn’t a streetlight those had been dead for days.

It wasn’t headlights either.

It was steady. Warm.

Light… coming from one house.

I wiped the window, squinted through the snow.

Someone had power. Heat. Light.