The lights went out and never came back.
Dimitri is forty-two, a former Marine, and a father. When the strikes fall and the grid dies, he has two boys to keep alive — Maximus, eighteen, and Nikita, twelve — and a world filling up with things that used to be people.
The bombs carried something worse than fire. The dead don't stay down, and the ones that get up are fast, vicious, and hungry. But the living might be worse: the roads belong to whoever is meanest now, and mercy is the first thing people trade away.
Blackout is about surviving what the war created — a father teaching his sons the math of staying alive, one day, one mile, one locked door at a time. No powers. No rescue coming. Just grit, and each other, and the refusal to quit.
