Final Dawn: Season 1 (The Thrilling Post-Apocalyptic Series) Read Online Free
Author: Mike Kraus
later with an in-depth video explanation of the inner workings of a thorium reactor. While Nancy was, at heart, an accountant, she nonetheless tried to expand her horizons as often as she was able. This self-learning streak didn’t come naturally to her, but ever since her husband died, she tried her best to continue practicing what he had taught her about never ceasing to learn. This informal extended education did little to help her decipher what had happened beyond the speculations that another world war had started or that the apocalypse was at hand. The cloud formations on the horizon certainly weren't natural, and neither were the initial explosions that she saw right before her wreck. Whatever it was that caused the destruction, the smart thing was to keep moving east towards the city in hopes of finding other people who might be able to help her.
2:35 AM, March 27, 2038
Leonard McComb
While the labyrinth below the city was impossible to navigate under normal conditions, it was nothing compared to now. The entire topology of the caverns, pipes, sewage systems and thousands of hallways and chambers had dramatically changed. Even for a seasoned veteran like Leonard, the journey out of the city was taking much longer than he would have liked. Three hours into his trek, Leonard swung open a door, looked around and groaned as he realized that he was back where he started — for the second time. Screw it. I'm not getting out this way, he thought. Leonard plopped down on a chair-sized chunk of concrete that had fallen from the ceiling and looked around, contemplating his next move. Clearly he wasn't going to be able to get out the way he had come in. Even assuming there was still a way out, it would be next to impossible to find it before he ran out of food and water. Looking down the expanse of a nearby sewer pipe, an idea flashed into his mind that both excited and repulsed him at the same time. You've got to be kidding me, he thought. Still, what’s worse, dying of dehydration or drowning in raw sewage?
Leonard sighed and gazed woefully at the empty whisky bottle, still lying on the floor from when he had discarded it earlier. Fine time I picked to try to cut back on the drinking. He sighed again, stood up, walked to the cracked opening of the massive sewage pipe and gingerly climbed in. While this particular section of pipe hadn't been used in years, he was more concerned with where it led than with what it used to transport. Three miles of this particular pipe would, if memory served, give way to an underground causeway where all the local sewage lines linked together and dumped out into the Hudson. There was supposed to be a sewage treatment plant somewhere before the river, but budget cuts had led to more of an "open gate" policy instead of a "treatment" one. Not having been to that particular plant in years, he wasn’t sure if that policy still stood, but given the budget constraints the department was under, he wouldn’t doubt it. Still, Leonard knew of no other way to get out of the tunnels without going back the way he came, and that could take weeks to do, if it was possible at all. The advantage that this particular path gave him was that it went deeper underground than any other nearby pipeline large enough for him to travel through. Leonard hoped that deeper meant less damage, but there was only one way to find out. With any luck, a few hours of travel would put him on the edge of the river, just in time to see the sunrise.
4:15 PM, March 28, 2038
Rachel Walsh
A faint sniffling sound was the first thing that Rachel heard as she regained her senses. It was soon followed by the feeling of a warm damp spot moving over her nose and mouth. Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar face of her family's lab staring back at her, happily licking away the dirt and grime around Rachel’s face. With a groan, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and looked around at what remained of her
2:35 AM, March 27, 2038
Leonard McComb
While the labyrinth below the city was impossible to navigate under normal conditions, it was nothing compared to now. The entire topology of the caverns, pipes, sewage systems and thousands of hallways and chambers had dramatically changed. Even for a seasoned veteran like Leonard, the journey out of the city was taking much longer than he would have liked. Three hours into his trek, Leonard swung open a door, looked around and groaned as he realized that he was back where he started — for the second time. Screw it. I'm not getting out this way, he thought. Leonard plopped down on a chair-sized chunk of concrete that had fallen from the ceiling and looked around, contemplating his next move. Clearly he wasn't going to be able to get out the way he had come in. Even assuming there was still a way out, it would be next to impossible to find it before he ran out of food and water. Looking down the expanse of a nearby sewer pipe, an idea flashed into his mind that both excited and repulsed him at the same time. You've got to be kidding me, he thought. Still, what’s worse, dying of dehydration or drowning in raw sewage?
Leonard sighed and gazed woefully at the empty whisky bottle, still lying on the floor from when he had discarded it earlier. Fine time I picked to try to cut back on the drinking. He sighed again, stood up, walked to the cracked opening of the massive sewage pipe and gingerly climbed in. While this particular section of pipe hadn't been used in years, he was more concerned with where it led than with what it used to transport. Three miles of this particular pipe would, if memory served, give way to an underground causeway where all the local sewage lines linked together and dumped out into the Hudson. There was supposed to be a sewage treatment plant somewhere before the river, but budget cuts had led to more of an "open gate" policy instead of a "treatment" one. Not having been to that particular plant in years, he wasn’t sure if that policy still stood, but given the budget constraints the department was under, he wouldn’t doubt it. Still, Leonard knew of no other way to get out of the tunnels without going back the way he came, and that could take weeks to do, if it was possible at all. The advantage that this particular path gave him was that it went deeper underground than any other nearby pipeline large enough for him to travel through. Leonard hoped that deeper meant less damage, but there was only one way to find out. With any luck, a few hours of travel would put him on the edge of the river, just in time to see the sunrise.
4:15 PM, March 28, 2038
Rachel Walsh
A faint sniffling sound was the first thing that Rachel heard as she regained her senses. It was soon followed by the feeling of a warm damp spot moving over her nose and mouth. Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar face of her family's lab staring back at her, happily licking away the dirt and grime around Rachel’s face. With a groan, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and looked around at what remained of her
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