This day will be like no other day in history. Violent forces are erupting without warning, and the world will never be the same. Three ordinary people weave their way through the pain and doubts of survival.

The deafening roar of the gun echoed in the small room. The bullet struck Jamie in the shoulder, throwing her on top of the desk and splattering blood on the wall behind her.

"I don't need your help. I have a key and the codes," Boyle roared, his eyes now narrowed and angry. "Don't make me shoot you again," he added as he moved across the room to the bomb.

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