Not many of you know that I've written an apocalyptic horror book. Treaters is it. Be scared...be terrified. There is NOTHING you can do. The enemy came from below, from the pits of whatever Hells inhabit our deepest nightmares. The armies fought. The armies died. The wave of death consumed the world, while my buddies and I drank beer, around a camp fire on a fishing trip. They’re dead now too. My family, friends and life are gone, ripped away on that Halloween night. I'm alone, surviving on instinct, but for how long?