Final Dawn: Season 3 (The Thrilling Post-Apocalyptic Series) Read Online Free PDF

crater. “It’s not like we have to make it perfect. If we can fill this hole in, get a couple of ties to put down in the middle and nail down a few lengths of rail on each side, we should be okay.”
     
    Marcus gestured to the long trail of train cars behind him. “Somehow I doubt that half-assing a railroad track is going to get that thing across.”
     
    “Well,” Rachel mused, “what if we disconnected everything but the locomotives and the boxcar holding Bertha?”
     
    Marcus kicked a large piece of gravel into the shallow crater, nodding as he considered Rachel’s suggestion. “I guess that would be easier, but won’t the AI be expecting a full train to arrive?”
     
    “We’ll burn that bridge once we come to it. For now, let’s just see if we can do the impossible. Again.”
     
     

 
    Leonard McComb | Nancy Sims
    4:18 PM, April 21, 2038
     
    For what felt like the hundredth time in a day, Nancy was once again overwhelmed by the magnitude of the vessel she was on. Having been given nearly free reign to go wherever she wanted on the sub, she had taken to wandering the corridors while Leonard rested. Exploring the vast interior of the submarine was a strange experience for Nancy, who had never dreamed that a craft as large as the Arkhangelsk could have existed, let alone be capable of traveling at such incredible speeds underwater. After exploring the ship for a few hours, Nancy finally found her way back to the dining room, where half of the small crew—including Commander Krylov—were gathered for a meal.
     
    Nancy walked slowly through the dining room until she caught Krylov’s eye. He quickly waved her over and she sat down next to him. A moment later a plate of steaming food was deposited in front of her along with a drink, napkin and utensils. While the food was less than appetizing, she dug into it with gusto, having only had a few sips of water and military rations since arriving on the sub.
     
    “How is Mr. McComb doing, Ms. Sims?”
     
    Nancy wiped some crumbs from the corner of her mouth and cleared her throat. “He was sleeping when I checked in on him last. I was going to go bring him some food. I don’t think he’s had much at all to eat.”
     
    Krylov waved his hand dismissingly at her. “No, no, he’s being well looked after. The doctor is ensuring he’s getting everything he needs. What about yourself? Was your exploration of the Arkhangelsk illuminating?”
     
    Nancy nodded and laughed lightly. “It was nothing short of astonishing, Commander. It’s like a city under the water. There aren’t that many people, though. It looks like hundreds could fit in here.”
     
    “One hundred and sixty is the recommended complement, but she can hold far more, it’s true.” Krylov said. Nancy had finished eating and Krylov stood up, motioning for Nancy to follow him. They walked together out of the dining room down the hallway as Krylov continued to talk. “Of course, when we left port, we already had a small crew, but losing two landing parties to those things up there cut us down to what you see now.”
     
    Krylov’s heavy sigh weighed on Nancy and she looked at him closely, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and worry lines etched into his forehead. “Have you ever taken command of a submarine before?”
     
    “I’m afraid not.” Krylov snorted. “I wasn’t going to be up for a promotion for quite a long time. Losing Commander Alexeyev has been… difficult. On all of us. This nano-robot business, though, and the whole end of the world situation, that’s going to be even harder to break to the crew.”
     
    “You mean they don’t know about it?”
     
    “Not all of them, no. A select few who I trust to be discrete have been informed. They’re the ones who worked on decrypting the data stick and who accessed the satellite, among other things. The rest of the men don’t need to know yet. Knowing that their country has been obliterated would do little to