G Hopf: Driver 8: A Post-Apocalyptic Novel

“Driver Eight, why didn’t you come?” Avery repeated.

Avery’s question interrupted Kyle’s troubled thoughts.

“Driver Eight?”

Kyle cracked a half smile and said, “I tried but you could say we ran into a little trouble. But now I’m here, after nineteen years. It must be some sort of fate, wouldn’t you say?”

“Does that mean you’re going to come willingly?”

“Of course.”

“Follow me,” Avery said, holding his arm out for Kyle to follow.

As the two men walked towards a Humvee on the far side of the roadblock, the thumping sounds of a helicopter’s rotor sounded overhead.

Kyle looked up and smiled at the sight of the helicopter as ideas of how he could use one came rushing to him.

“I’m sure the president is going to want to meet you,” Avery said.

“There’s still a president?”

“Yes, he’s new and the reason why we’re on the surface in force.”

“So the US of A is back, huh?”

“You could say that,” Avery replied.

The men reached the Humvee but just before getting in Kyle asked, “My truck?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have it brought back to The Mountain and if you’re nice we might even detail it for you.”

Avery picked up the handset of his radio and keyed it, “Charlie Mike Actual, this is Romeo Three Actual, come in over.”

“This is Charlie Mike Actual.”

“Be advised, I’m coming back to base with a package over. Please advise Rhino that we’ve secured a high value intelligence source and that he will want to be available for briefing.”

“Roger that.”

“Romeo Three Actual out,” Avery said putting he hand set down. He gave Kyle a pleasant look and asked. “What do I call you? You know, what’s your name?”

“My name is…” Kyle said before stopping himself. Was he Kyle Grant anymore and if so, who was that or had he become someone else? If he answered honestly, he’d say, Kyle was the man who had failed two people he cared for most in the world. No, he wasn’t going to be that man anymore. When he was on the road driving, it wasn’t Kyle behind the wheel, it was Driver Eight. People didn’t know the name Kyle Grant, but everyone knew Driver Eight. That name was notorious and brought him respect and fear; two things one needed to survive on the open road. If he was going to see tomorrow and the day after, he was going to have to abandon Kyle and fully become who he was destined to be. He looked at Avery and said, “My name is Driver Eight.”

G. Michael Hopf is the best-selling author of fourteen post-apocalyptic novels. He is a veteran of the Marine Corps, former Executive Protection agent and whiskey aficionado. He lives with his family in San Diego, CA.

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THE END

THE LONG ROAD

SANCTUARY

THE LINE OF DEPARTURE

BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS

THE RAZOR’S EDGE

THOSE WHO REMAIN

DETACHMENT BOOK ONE

EXIT

NEMESIS: INCEPTION

HOPEwith A. American

EXTINCTION CYCLE: MOTHER

DAY OF RECKONING

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G. MICHAEL HOPF

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ISBN-13: 978-1979203234

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