"The runaway internet cult classic, as read on survivalmonkey.com." --cover.

"www.LightsOutTheBook.com" -- cover p.[4].

Mark estimated that they's gone about fifty yards when he heard the first shot. It seemes to have come from right in front of them. They froze and listened, both subconsciously holding their breath. An eternity passed while the entire planet held its breath with them. Even the wind stopped. Then, hells gates opened. The gunfire was so fast and furious taht it sounded like one long artillery barrage. A bullet whistled over Mark's head and, a second later, one thwacked into a tree he was standing next to. He and Roman instantly went horizontal, not even feeling the here-to-fore irritating and hurtful spines, needles, and stickers that were abundant in this spot. Mark could smell the cordite in the air, and it left a putrid, acidic taste in his throat with each gulp he took in...