Three months before I was reborn in the apocalypse, I sold all my belongings and went crazy to lay railroad tracks around the world.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at them because they don't understand.
The glacial apocalypse is coming, and my steam train is the only way to survive.
There was a riot at the bottom, and the rebel leader put a gun to my head: "Give me control!"
I pointed to the weird snowflakes outside the window: "Do you know what the temperature was when the snow stopped last time? Seventy below zero!"
"Guess how much it is this time?"
Reader comments
It seems like a breath of fresh air among cheating survival stories all over the world. Author, you are not writing a new life story, you are writing a hard science fiction survival story [face covering]
It seems like a breath of fresh air among cheating survival stories all over the world. Author, you are not writing a new life story, you are writing a hard science fiction survival story [face covering]