Charles Emary
Sinni63

Sinni63

Sep 10, 2019

About the Book

Sinni63 a gritty science-fiction novel set in an apocalyptic future where the world is unraveling faster than anyone can contain it. The story unfolds across the mountains and foothills of Colorado, where a relentless series of cat-and-mouse pursuits cuts through forests, ridgelines, and abandoned towns.

At the center of it all is Ger formidable, highly skilled survivor whose instincts, discipline, and hard-earned prowess anchor the story. Through Gur’s eyes, the reader is pulled into an uncertain future shaped by collapse, pursuit, and impossible choices.

The chase ultimately drives everything toward Denver, where the story resolves in a powerful, unexpected ending that redefines what survival actually means.

Details

Chapter One - Squirrels

Ger was roaring towards the earth in a terrifying descent, controlled only by the thin skin of his squirrel suit. The sun was bright, burning his eyes. His mind wandered to the shapes on top of the clouds below him. It seemed odd to him that the shape of the clouds on the top always seemed so different. Perhaps it was less atmosphere, or maybe just the adrenaline rush. His mind continued to wander. What was his mission? The sun tinged the clouds orange and pink, the huge billows were so inviting. Ger had an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he neared the clouds, but could not quite figure out why. He descended into the clouds. …

His training was the standard fare, starting with parachute jumps. He quickly mastered this as anything new to him was a puzzle to be figured out and mastered. In short order, the DOJ put him in the “raider” training program. This was his first introduction to flying in wing suit, but the unit called them squirrel suits. Most of the recruits were full of false bravado as they began their training, and these guys were no different. The Raiders were the most elite in the DOJ and getting in was usually hard, but not for Ger, and this made him the scorn of most of his unit…

Chapter Five - Judgement Day

Marley said, “Well, if you are interested in heading up to camp beer to talk to the elders, I can take you there. I think you are going to have a hard time with that haircut. The high and tight is straight up DOJ.”

Ger said, “Yeah, but it looks like I’ve been retired. Think that will count for anything?”

Marley laughed, “Might keep you from getting shot on sight, but beyond that who knows. There’s a lot of bad blood with the DOJ in these camps.”

Ger asked him, “Camps? You a nomad?”

Marley said, “Semi-nomad. I follow my spirit, which just up and decides that it’s time to move on sometimes.”

Ger was well briefed on the various groups, in so far as the DOJ classified them.

Marley said to him, “We are going to do what we can with the hair. I’m thinking I’ll cut off what I can with my knife, but I guess you’re going to decide.”

Ger thought about it. He liked no one close to him unless he knew them well, even then he would have to think twice about letting them near him with a knife. On the other hand, he knew it was going to be an issue. He looked straight out of the academy now. It was a look he liked, really, at least the short hair. The shorter the hair, the better in his mind. Long hair was too hard to keep clean and too easy to be used as a weapon against you. Ger grumbled, “Take a little on top.”

Marley laughed, “That’s the spirit, it may keep you alive a day longer.” …