Day by Day Armageddon: Shattered Hourglass
J. L. Bourne
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 1451628811
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The acclaimed military thriller of the zombie apocalypse from the author of Day by Day Armageddon and Day by Day Armageddon: Beyond Exile!
In a desperate bid to take back the continental United States—where hordes of undead now dominate the ravaged human population—a Navy commander leads a global mission to the heart of the pandemic. Task Force Hourglass is humanity’s final hope, and his team’s agonizing decisions could mean living one more day—or surrendering to the eternal hell that exists between life and death.
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he stumbles upon an Afghani sniper named Saien. Little is known about Saien’s background, and his cryptic demeanor only adds to the mystery. At the start, neither fully trust one another, but Saien and our protagonist work together and eventually return to Hotel 23 under the watchful eyes of Remote Six. Remote Six orders our protagonist to launch the remaining nuclear warhead on the aircraft carrier. The order is ignored and a high-tech retaliation against Hotel 23 ensues. A sonic javelin weapon
into the snow, dogs and all. The story that the outpost members were told was that the teams were looking for Martian rocks. The experts say that Mars was bombarded by countless meteors ages and eons ago and this Martian ejecta eventually found its way to Earth, reentered the atmosphere, and landed somewhere in the Arctic ice. The team never returned with anything interesting that Crusow knew about. They’d always stow their gear, clean up, and report to the boss. Same story, every time. Crusow
explosion snapped them over. I’ll scan the shore a bit.” “Very well.” The master chief slowly panned along the shoreline. What was a mile offshore seemed like only a few feet with the sub’s powerful periscope optics. Except . . . “There’s something wrong with the scope, Captain,” said the COB, still glued to the eye shields. “What do you mean?” “The shoreline is grainy. I can’t focus on it.” “Move aside.” The COB stepped down from the periscope, allowing the captain to have his first look
Square for optic calibration and began to switch from electro optic to thermal. The hundreds of thousands of moving and walking undead registered cold. The pilot then began to enter the passkey on his multi-function display to access the coordinates of the facility—a place known by the pilot to hold something deep in its bowels so classified that the mere unauthorized knowledge could get him killed—even pre-anomaly. Soon, perhaps in a week, Task Force Hourglass would be entering the Bohai, and
squeezed off ten rounds, all of which blew through the creature’s stomach, having no effect. The creature’s inert and rotting internal organs spilled onto Hawse’s boots. His rifle barrel began to sink into the creature’s open stomach as it advanced on him. He couldn’t maneuver his rifle to aim at the corpse’s head. It kept thrashing and screaming forward, taking all of Hawse’s strength to keep it at bay. Neither man saw any hint of humanity from what stood in front of them. The creature was
