Like many other books written by a prepper, not a talented writer, this story has the same dogma preached by the heros as if the whole thing is an infomercial and not an engaging work. It’s like these guys are building stories from the same meager set of Duplo blocks. Same blocky elements, just arranged a little differently. Cardboard, always correct protagonists: check. Gunfights: check. Awkward force fit of weapons and sage prepping details: check. Narrated by Kevin Pierce: check. This particular book attempts to be more than Duplos by throwing some Legos of useless phrases out, but they didn’t fit or add anything. “He took a medium-sized cast iron skillet out of the cupboard to cook…”. There was one thing that made this book stand out, but in the wrong direction: the author has a long dedication to his daughter, saying that he essentially wrote her into the story. And as the story commences we learn that the girl has a very wise and foresight father who is vindicated and quoted throughout. I’m a prepper and get the need. That doesn’t mean I can’t recognize bad writing and tired storries.