Point of Impact: A Nuclear Apocalypse Survival Thriller (Nuclear Dawn Book 1) by Kyla Stone

Author:Kyla Stone [Stone, Kyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
ISBN: 9781945410277
Publisher: Paper Moon Press
Published: 2018-12-23T16:00:00+00:00

22

Maddox

Maddox moaned. His mouth felt gritty and metallic, like it was full of dirt and copper. Sounds came to him slowly, tinny and distant. Car alarms.

He didn’t know how much time passed. His ears were ringing. White spots floated in front of his eyes. Blood dripped from somewhere.

Slowly, gingerly, he found he could move his hands, his arms, then his legs. Pain spiked through him, but he ignored it. He unsnapped his seat-belt and fumbled for the door handle.

It wouldn’t budge. The door wasn’t in the right shape anymore. Dimly, he became aware that the taxi had crumpled around him like a soda can.

The taxi driver hung limply, his head bloodied and lolling at a disturbing, unnatural angle, his body still bound in place by his seat belt. The steering wheel had crushed his sternum. He was no longer alive.

The right-side rear door looked untouched. He stretched across the back seat, every part of his body aching, sharp stabs of agony flaring through his shoulder, and wrestled the door open. Wincing, he eased himself from the taxi.

He collapsed to the concrete and pulled himself up with a groan. He was still in the tunnel. Emergency lights flickered red, bathing the tunnel walls in an eerie glow. It was dim, but he could see clearly enough.

The cars were no longer in straight, orderly lines. Some had toppled to their sides, wheels still spinning; others were upside down, their roofs caved-in, metal skeletons smashed, crushed, and broken.

Up and down the tunnel, every car and truck and SUV was a wreck of twisted, smoking metal. Alarms blared. Several cars had caught fire. It was like a giant had seized the vehicles and hurled them at the walls and ceiling, at each other.

But that didn’t make sense. His brain was fuzzy, his thoughts coming scattered and disjointed. He must have suffered a concussion from the crash.

He was alone in the tunnel. Several car doors hung open; those who’d survived had abandoned their ruined cars and fled.

How long had he blacked out? Minutes? Hours?

He checked his phone, but it was dead. He felt for his holster—the Beretta was still there. He turned, searching for the closest tunnel entrance, only a few hundred yards back the way he’d come.

He blinked and looked again. At the end of the tunnel, the sun was gone.

Part of the tunnel had collapsed.

Mountains of rubble blocked the tunnel entrance: chunks of pipe and concrete, cables twisting like pythons, bits of metal and plastic, and a great slab of concrete tumbled from the ceiling jaunting at nearly a ninety-degree angle.

A triangle of yellow haze shone through.

A gap existed. A gap he could escape through.

He staggered toward the strange, dim light. Gagging on the choking dust, he groped through the rubble, pushing and pulling twisted beams and chunks of collapsed wall and ceiling aside.

And then he was out.

Maddox exited the tunnel onto the causeway. He took no notice of the people shambling and groaning or the wrecked cars burning. He stood, stunned and gaping, taking in the ruins before him.

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