Free Hell Released (Hell Happened Book 3) by Terry Stenzelbarton, Jordan Stenzelbarton

with you.”
    Lisa smiled and blushed. “I’m glad I met you too colonel. I was a little worried you were a nutcase because, seriously, who goes golfing after the end of the world?
    “But it’s good to find that you’re just a normal guy with a decent head on your shoulders.” She favored him with a smile and closed the door most of the way on her way out. “I’m going to leave my door part way open,” she said from the hall, “but don’t get any ideas mister. I’ll shoot you if you come in my room.”
    “I believe you will, Lisa,” he called back to her, taking his shirt off. “But just so you know, I don’t care how cute you are, I don’t sleep with a woman on the first date.”
    “So you think I’m cute,” she called back. “I’m loading my gun now.”
    Russ laughed and got ready for bed, turning off the lights after crawling under the two comforters. If the electricity went off in the middle of the night, it’d get cold fast in this early spring Indiana weather without the blower on the furnace working.
    “Good night, Lisa.”
    “Good night, Russ.”

Chapter 2
    S creaming at the desecration of his dad’s body and the bodies that had been pulled from the ground, CJ ran to the vehicles parked in the driveway. Whoever it was that had torn up the small graveyard, CJ didn’t want to be anywhere around that person.
    He jumped in the smoke-gray Silverado his dad drove. CJ knew the keys would be in the ignition because his dad never took them out. It would also be filled with gas because his dad never let the truck get low on fuel. CJ didn’t think about it as he was running to the truck, he just knew it would be the one to start and get him away.
    He fumbled with the shifter, first pulling forward before realizing the rail road ties would block his way. He dropped it in reverse and backed out of the parking space. He hadn’t even got the truck stopped before putting it back in drive. The pea gravel was thrown 25 feet from the back tires as CJ raced out of the driveway.
    He turned left onto the main road, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. The savagery of the mutilations made him sick and that it had been done to his dad made him cry.
    CJ didn’t know where he was driving, but he knew he was driving fast. The truck sped up to 80 miles per hour before CJ finally let off on the accelerator. He didn’t know where to go. His friends weren’t answering their phones; his managers, his trainer, his publicist, none of them were answering either.
    CJ felt himself going crazy. After a few minutes of driving at break-neck speed, he finally slowed. There were more vehicles on the road he had to avoid and even though he didn’t know why he hadn’t died yet, he didn’t have the nerve to ram one of the trucks or cars and kill himself now.
    CJ found himself driving past one of his family’s most recent acquisitions, a survival shelter manufacturing plant. CJ’s friend Jack worked at the plant as the supervisor and lived in the house that was next to the main building.
    The Perry’s had purchased the plant after it had fallen into bankruptcy years earlier. Jack had been looking for a job and CJ’s dad told the young entrepreneur if he could find a way to make the plant profitable, he’d buy the plant and all the equipment.
    The first year the plant built seven complete survival shelters and sold six of them. Jack had found that by using left over concrete from the trucks that were returning to the main concrete plant, he could save money on building costs. He also used off-brand water filtration units that worked just as well as the name brand. He used appliances, heaters and furniture that had been rejected for appearance issues rather than safety issues.
    Working 70 and 80 hours a week with two part-time college kids, Jack barely broke even the first year, but the name was getting recognition and in the second year he hired a full-time employee and an office