Times of Tribulation: Christian End Times Thriller (The End Times Saga, #7) by Cliff Ball

continent has been destroyed, hundreds of millions are dead, while leaving a few areas where it’s still habitable, mostly in the extreme southern portions of the former United States,”
    “Do you know if the internet is still up? Maybe we could go online to see what’s going on,” asked Pete.
    “Right now, we have no internet, possibly because the main networks are down, but I don’t know for sure. Really, the only tool we have to find out what’s going on in the outside world is the ham radio, Pete,”
    “All right. Well, try to find out everything that’s goin’ on and we’ll do our best to plan around the information.”
    “Okay, I’ll get right on that.”
    Pete ran his fingers through his hair and whistled, knowing that whatever happened, he and his people were going to have work to do. He figured the work would consist of trying to keep out of sight of the Union of United Earth, because the government would probably try to evaluate all the viable land that hadn’t been hit hard by the earthquakes and volcanoes, so the land could be put to good use. This included where his Prepper group was, if the government looked hard enough, that is. Then Pete figured the government would probably make the survivors clean up the mess, and he had no intention of being made a slave to the government.
    “All right, everyone, let’s get back to our hole in the ground, and let’s make sure all traces of our being here are as minimized as possible. Come on, hurry it up!” Pete ordered, as everyone went to work.

Chapter 6
    In the headquarters of the Union of United Earth, Wayne found people headed in every direction as he made his way to Karimi's office. The news that his homeland had been hit with a devastating disaster worried him and he hoped he could help with the recovery.  Wayne finally came to the outer office of Karimi's office where the Patriarch's secretary was.
    “Hi, how can I help you?”
    “I'd like to talk to Patriarch Karimi about a job with his administration, possibly with the new North American region,”
    “Do you have an appointment?”
    “No, but I'm sure he'll see me once he finds out I'm here,”
    “Who are you?”
    “I'm Wayne Davis, former mayor of Dallas.”
    “Okay, let me see if the Patriarch's available.”
    The secretary went into the office to speak to the Patriarch. Less than five minutes later, the secretary came back out, and said to Wayne, “The Patriarch will see you now.”
    “Thanks.”
    Wayne walked into Karimi's office, not sure what he should expect. He saw an office that was nicer than anything he'd ever seen, with a bookshelf along one wall, a window lining the wall behind the desk, and the impression of power the office itself portrayed.
    The Patriarch stood up, went around the desk, and extended his hand to Wayne. “Welcome, Mr. Davis. I’m sorry about what happened to your homeland,”
    Wayne took the Patriarch’s hand and shook it. “Thank you, sir. I’m sorry to have heard about that happening too,”
    “So, what can I help you with?”
    “Well, to come to the point, I'd like a job within your administration, if there's one available, preferably with the North American region, maybe helping with the recovery or wherever I’m needed.”
    Karimi liked Wayne already. He liked people who took initiative, which was rare these days. “While you know the position for North American administrator is filled, I can offer you a position that oversees how Powell and his people use their resources. It would also involve paying attention to anything that might come up that Powell and his people may ignore or overlook. How does that sound to you, Mr. Davis?”
    “I think I'd like the position you're offering, sir. I will have no problem accepting it. Thank you.”
    “You're very welcome, Mr. Davis. I'll set you up with an office and you’ll get the details of what I'd like for you to do within the day. Leave a phone number with my secretary and we'll call you when