More Than a Man
"We're too late. They're all dead."
The words drifted toward Noah Fielding as though they were part of a dream. Or a nightmare.
An all-too-familiar nightmare.
Other people spoke around him, the sounds reaching him in a confused babble.
As he hovered in a twilight zone between life and death, paralysis held him in a viselike grip. He couldn't move. Not even twitch a finger. He knew he wasn't breathing because a terrible weight pressed against his chest holding his lungs immobile. His limbs might have been sunk into cement.
Don't panic. You know you can get through this. Don't panic. He repeated the words over and over in his mind, fighting to ground himself.
A commanding voice cut through the shock and confusion around him.
"Get them out of there."
The order came from…
Noah should know the man's name. He tried to call it up, but his mind had turned into a pool of treacle.
He felt hands on his body tug him. Someone grabbed him under the arms and pulled him from the experimental submarine, then laid him on the metal deck of the…
Again, he drew a blank.
He could feel hot sun on his face and the boat rocking under his body. More sensations. ... read full excerpt from: More Than a Man ebook
