If civilization were destroyed today—would John Thomas Rourke be able to survive...?
John Thomas Rourke, ex-CIA Covert Operations Officer, weapons specialist, and survival authority, is pursuing the trail of his wife and children from whom he was separated when World War III began. As he sets out from his retreat, he meets a beautiful woman scientist, who has learned that the nuclear bombing on the Night of the War has created an artifical fault line. Within days, perhaps hours, it will cause one of the most massive quakes in history—separating the Florida peninsula from the U.S. mainland.
Rourke must postpone the search for his family in order to reach Army Intelligence and begin the evacuation of Florida. He must also find young Paul Rubenstein who has gone there to learn if by some miracle his parents had survived The War.
Communist Cuban troops, Soviet-Cuban rivalry, a traitor in the inner circle of U.S. II and natural disaster of blood-chilling magnitude block Rourke's way. But he must go on—he is The Survivalist
"Tell the President what your team of seismologists has determined, Sissy," Rourke directed to the woman standing to his left.
"Well, Mr. President, we've begun picking up readings on what appears to be a broad artificially created fault line—probably a result of the bombing on the Night of the War. Anytime now, there will be a massive quake, similar to the one along the San Andreas line that caused California to separate from the Continental plate. The Florida Peninsula will split from the Florida Panhandle and—"
"Mother of God!" the president broke in, sinking down in his chair.
"Evacuate as much of Florida as possible while there's still time," Rourke advised.
"But," the president began, wiping his forehead, "the Cuban Communists control it. How can we intervene?"
"I think I know a way we can get it from the Russians," said Rourke, "And if we don't get some sort of truce for the duration of this thing—this may be the greatest loss of lives in recorded history, with the exception of the Night of the War."
The president, his eyes glassy and hard-set, stared up at Rourke. "Go on, Rourke," he said. "Let's hear your idea."