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As a boy, he had longed to see what was on the surface. He had heard the stories about a green world with growing things, and a blue sky, and he believed them. Then he had seen what the world was really like. Humans could never return to that poisoned desolate surface.
He opened his eyes to find his family gone, replaced by a sky the color of bruises.
was giving him ample time to regret the advice he had given Captain Ash about the journey to Hades. Regret was something he had lived with his entire life, but this time he feared he had helped drive the final nail into Homo sapiens’ coffin. That was the thing about extinction: every move became a life-or-death decision, with the fate of entire species on the line.
His body was suffering from exhaustion. Sleeping for only a few minutes at a time had taken a toll. If the other divers suddenly turned into snow flurries in the wind, he wouldn’t be surprised.
Weaver tore off another bite of jerky and chewed furiously. “I suppose I could sit around here and wait to die. But I’ve been trying to die for days now. Not exactly working out the way I thought it would.” X couldn’t help but grin. In many ways, the man reminded him of himself: too stubborn to die, try though he might. He had to like the guy, even if he was a bit crazy.
The suffocating darkness closed in. Even with night-vision optics, X was beginning to feel smothered. He watched a snow whirlwind scudding across the landscape. The snowflakes fluttering down to earth were beautiful. One could almost forget they were radioactive.
