The Last Town (The Wayward Pines Trilogy 3) (23 page)

Ethan sat at the main console in the surveillance center, Alan on one side, Francis Leven on the other.

“What exactly is the point of this message?” Leven asked.

“In case someone stumbles across this place,” Ethan said.

“I find that highly unlikely.”

“Do you know what you want to say?” Alan asked.

“I wrote something down last night.”

Alan’s fingers danced across the touch screen.

“Ready when you are,” he said.

“Let’s do this.”

“We’re recording.”

Ethan took the scrap of paper out of his back pocket, unfolded it, and leaned into the microphone.

He said his piece.

When he’d finished, Alan stopped the recording.

“Well said, Sheriff.”

Above them, the bank of twenty-five monitors still streamed a rotating series of surveillance feeds from the valley.

The empty corridors of the hospital basement.

The empty hallway in the school.

The empty park.

Vacated homes.

Abandoned streets.

Ethan looked over at Francis Leven. “We ready?” he asked.

“All nonessential systems have been powered down.”

“Everyone’s prepped?”

“It’s already underway.”

As Ethan walked alone down the Level 1 corridor, the overhead lights winked out, one by one. When he reached the sliding glass doors that opened into the ark, he glanced back down the passage as the last light at the far end of the corridor went dark.

Already, it was colder, the heating and ventilation systems running on idle.

The stone floor of the great cavern was freezing against his bare feet.

It was frigid inside the suspension hub, just a few degrees above freezing. Masked by a blue-tinged fog, there was movement all around.

The machines hummed and ejected streams of white gas.

He pushed through the fog, turned a corner, and made his way between two rows of machines.

Men in white lab coats were helping the residents of Wayward Pines to climb into the suspension units.

He stopped at the machine at the end of the row.

The digital nameplate read:

KATE HEWSON

SUSPENSION DATE: 9/19/12

BOISE, ID

RESIDENT: 8 YEARS, 9 MONTHS, 22 DAYS

She was already inside.

Ethan peered through the two-inch-wide panel of glass that ran down the front of the machine.

Kate stared back at him, locked into her suspension unit.

She was trembling.

Ethan put his hand to the glass.

He mouthed, “It’s going to be okay.”

She nodded.

He hurried three rows down, threading his way through more people in white sleeping suits.

Theresa was kneeling down in front of Ben, holding him, whispering in his ear.

Ethan wrapped his arms around them, pulled his family in close.

Tears streamed.

“I don’t want to do it, Dad,” Ben cried. “I’m scared.”

“I’m scared too,” Ethan said. “We’re all scared and that’s okay.”

“What if this is the end?” Theresa asked.

Ethan stared into his wife’s green eyes.

“Then know I love you. It’s time,” Ethan said.

He helped Ben onto his feet, held the boy’s arm as he stepped into his machine.

His son was shaking—from the cold, from the fear.

Ethan eased him down onto the metal seat.

Restraints shot out of the walls, locking around Ben’s ankles and wrists.

“I’m so cold, Dad.”

“I love you, Ben. I’m so proud of you. I have to shut the door now.”

“Not yet. Please.”

Ethan leaned in and kissed his forehead, thinking,
This could be the last time I ever touch my boy
. He stared into Ben’s eyes.

“Look at me, son. Be brave.”

Ben nodded.

Ethan wiped the tears from his cheek, stepped out of the suspension chamber.

“I love you, Ben,” Theresa said.

“Love you, Mom.”

Ethan gave the door to Ben’s machine a nudge. It swung shut, and an internal locking mechanism triggered the seal.

Ethan and Theresa stared through the glass as the interior of Ben’s chamber began to fill with gas.

They smiled through their tears as Ben’s eyes closed.

Theresa turned to Ethan. “Tuck me in?” she asked.

He took her by the hand and walked her down to her machine. The door was already open, and she stared inside at the black composite seat, the armrests, the black tubing hanging from the inner wall, tipped with a large-gauge needle that would vacuum every drop of blood from her veins.

She said, “Oh Jesus Christ.”

She climbed in and sat down.

The machine locked her in.

Ethan said, “I’ll see you on the other side.”

“You think we’ll really get there?”

“Absolutely.”

And then he kissed his wife like it was the last time he would ever touch her.

Climbing into his suspension chamber, Ethan thought of what he’d written down in his study last night, the words he’d recorded in the surveillance center.

Possibly the last recorded statement of human history.

The world is cruel. The world is hard, and in this valley, we lived at the mercy of the abbies. We lived like prisoners, and it went against every fiber of our being. Humanity is meant to explore; we’re meant to conquer, to roam. It’s in our DNA, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.

He sat down in the seat.

It’s going to be a long journey, and when we reach our destination, there’s no telling what we’ll find.

The restraints locked around his ankles.

I’m afraid. We all are.

His wrists.

What kind of a world awaits us on the other side of this long sleep? To some extent, it doesn’t matter. Because the residents of Wayward Pines will face it together. No secrets. No lies. No kings.

The door to his own chamber clanged shut and locked.

We’ve all said our goodbyes. We all know this could be the end, and we’ve made as much peace with that fact as we can.

The pressurized hiss of releasing gas was accompanied by a woman’s voice, computerized and strangely comforting.

She said, “Please begin breathing deeply. Smell the flowers while you can.”

They say time heals all wounds
. . .
Well, we’ve got plenty of it
. . .
Enough time for empires to rise and fall. For species to change. For the world to become a kinder place.

The gas smelled like lavender and lilac, and the moment he breathed it in, he felt his consciousness being kicked out from under his feet.

So we all embark wondering what lies over the horizon, what’s around the next bend. And isn’t that, in the end, what drives us?

His eyelids began to lower, and he conjured up the faces of his wife, his son.

We have hope again.

Took Theresa and Ben with him, down into that long, long sleep.

For now, the world belongs to the abbies, but the future
. . .

The future could be ours.

EPILOGUE

Seventy thousand years later, Ethan Burke’s eyes slammed open.

WAYWARD PINES

IN CASE YOU MISSED THEM, CHECK OUT THE FIRST TWO BOOKS IN THE WAYWARD PINES TRILOGY . . .

PINES, Book ONE of the Wayward Pines Series, is NOW available in print, audio, and e-book.

Secret Service agent Ethan Burke arrives in Wayward Pines, Idaho, with a clear mission: locate and recover two federal agents who went missing in the bucolic town one month earlier. But within minutes of his arrival, Ethan is involved in a violent accident. He comes to in a hospital with no ID, no cell phone, and no briefcase. The medical staff seems friendly enough, but something feels
. . .
off. As the days pass, Ethan’s investigation into the disappearance of his colleagues turns up more questions than answers. Why can’t he get any phone calls through to his wife and son in the outside world? Why doesn’t anyone believe he is who he says he is? And what is the purpose of the electrified fence surrounding the town? Is it meant to keep the residents in? Or something else out? Each step closer to the truth takes Ethan further from the world he thought he knew, from the man he thought he was, until he must face a horrifying fact: he may never get out of Wayward Pines alive. Intense and gripping,
Pines
is another masterful thriller from the mind of bestselling novelist Blake Crouch.

WAYWARD, Book TWO of the Wayward Pines Series, is ALSO available in print, audio, and e-book.

Welcome to Wayward Pines, population 461. Nestled amid picture-perfect mountains, the idyllic town is a modern-day Eden
. . .
except for the electrified fence and razor wire, snipers scoping everything 24-7, and relentless surveillance tracking each word and gesture. None of the residents know how they got here. They are told where to work, how to live, and who to marry. Some believe they are dead. Others think they’re trapped in an unfathomable experiment. Everyone secretly dreams of leaving, but those who dare to try are in for a terrifying surprise. Ethan Burke has seen the world beyond. He’s sheriff, and one of the few who knows the truth: Wayward Pines isn’t just a town. And what lies on the other side of the fence is a nightmare world beyond anyone’s imagining.

BLAKE CROUCH’S FULL CATALOG

THE WAYWARD PINES SERIES

Pines

Wayward

Last Town

THE ANDREW Z. THOMAS/LUTHER KITE SERIES

Desert Places

Locked Doors

Break You

Stirred
(with J.A. Konrath)

THE STAND-ALONE NOVELS

Run

Abandon

Snowbound

Famous

Eerie
(with Jordan Crouch)

Draculas
(with J.A. Konrath, Jeff Strand, and F. Paul Wilson)

THE SERIAL SERIES (WITH J.A. KONRATH AND JACK KILBORN)

“Serial” (short story)

“Bad Girl” (short story)

Serial Uncut
(novella)

Killers
(novella)

Birds of Prey
(novel)

Killers Uncut
(novel)

Serial Killers Uncut
(double novel)

THE LETTY DOBESH SERIES

The Pain of Others
(Letty Dobesh #1) (novella)

Sunset Key
(Letty Dobesh #2) (novella)

Grab
(Letty Dobesh #3) (novella)

THE SHORT STORIES AND NOVELLAS

Hunting Season
(with Selena Kitt)

“*69” (short story)

“Remaking” (short story)

“On the Good, Red Road” (short story)

“Shining Rock” (short story)

“The Meteorologist” (short story)

“Unconditional” (short story)

Perfect Little Town
(novella)

Four Live Rounds
(collected stories)

Six in the Cylinder
(collected stories)

Fully Loaded
(complete collected stories)

THE BOX SETS

Thicker Than Blood
(The Complete Andrew Z. Thomas/Luther Kite Series)

The Fear Trilogy
(
Run
,
Snowbound
,
Abandon
)

Confidence Girl
(The Letty Dobesh Chronicles)