An (Off The Rails) Ice Era Chronicle 2:15 AM
Dystopian / Sci-Fi / Post-Apocalyptic Romance
Date Published: 4/10/2018
Publisher: Troll River Publications
In the harsh reality of the post-apocalyptic frozen tundra, Raiden fights his growing attraction for Ashley Winsor and her handsome shadow, Stone.
Moving closer to separation the threesome navigate a world filled with angry harvesters, subterranean trains, and hungry polar bears. Through this steamy dystopian trek, Raiden discovers that these two people may be the only thing he loves on this ice bound Earth.
Once they arrive at headquarters a decision will be made… Is Raiden the man who will destroy their fragile relationship, or is he the harvester Ash and Stone need to love?
Excerpt from RAIDEN OUT THE STORM © C.M.Moore
621 words
Stomping his foot, Raiden felt the cold eat at him.
He tapped his foot then dug for starter kindling, Harvester Whiskey, and
matches. Walking around the shelving near the exit, Raiden looked for items to
burn. Starting a fire was the only thing he could think of to stay warm until
Doug returned. Fear made his stomach churn. His eyes flipped to the glass
doors. What if Doug didn’t come back? No. The harvester was mean, but Doug
wouldn’t kill him. Would he?
Just as Raiden turned around to explore the rest of
the room, a faint scratching sound at the back of the building caught his
attention. He paused and listened. What was that? More snow coming in? Ice
cracking? He headed back over to the counter and scanned the area.
The bellow of a polar bear paralyzed Raiden on the
spot. He didn’t even look to where the animal might be. Raiden dashed for the
exit and squeezed back through the door.
Raiden looked backward.
Movement of white flashed next to the glass doors. Terror fueled him. The cold became a forgotten memory. He
started up the hill of ice. Slipping and skidding, he tried to climb the pile
of snow, but it was difficult without his ice cleats. His leg caught on an ice
rock, and his ankle twisted painfully. Another roar broke the air.
Raiden flipped his head back as he crawled over the
ice dune. A huge polar bear came out of the building. The animal spotted him
and headed his way. Throwing his body off the mini-mountain,
he rolled down the other side and landed with an audible crunch. He scrambled
to his feet and started a dead run.
Up ahead, Raiden thought he saw the glimpse of a
snowmobile on the ice. He said a prayer of thanks to whoever was trekking this
way.
Raiden had just stopped to wave and holler for
whoever was on the ice when a cramp
seized his joints. He hit the ground as his knees and shoulders spasmed. A
storm was here. His eyes misted with tears as the familiar soreness dug its
claws into his bones. Raiden cried out, but the exclamation was only a muffled
scream. The storm would be here in four minutes and thirty-two seconds.
The sound of an engine broke into his daze of agony.
Just then another bellow of the polar bear had him spinning backward. The bear
was at the top of the ice hill. The animal climbed slowly down the incline
toward Raiden. He turned around and leaped to his feet. Out of the corner of his
eye, he thought he saw a snowmobile to his left. He began to sprint toward what
he hoped was help. Another mini-mountain of snow rose like a blockade
ahead of him. Shoving aside a second spasm of joint pain, he dashed toward the
pile of ice. Maybe he could hide behind the snow mound until the person on the
snowmobile showed up. Perhaps Doug had
returned.
Raiden’s ankle hurt, but the sting was no worse than
his knees and shoulders. His empty pack felt like the straps alone weighed
about two hundred pounds. The canvas
strap that ripped on the train began to give out.
He hit the ice mountain and started to pull himself
over the top. This ice was smoother, and
it was harder to get solid footing. He slipped at the top where an area was
particularly flattened and fell onto his belly. He held onto the one band of
material that still held his bag onto his back.
Just as he was about to throw his legs over, he heard another roar. The
bear had caught up with him…
About the Author
C.M. Moore is a retired soldier, and a romantic at heart. After being blown up in Afghanistan and receiving a purple heart, he began writing with his wife. Connor’s first book 1:05 am is a mixture of love, sex, and action. Today if you are looking for Connor, you can find him volunteering with veteran organizations, and harassing his military buddies. You can also find him attempting to “hunt” in the woods and ponds of Minnesota. In the event you find him in the woods, don’t be scared, he can’t hit anything. If you want to contact him message him at c.m.moore.author@gmail.com
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