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Day by Day Armageddon: Shattered Hourglass [Kindle Edition]

J. L. Bourne
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Book Description

The acclaimed military thriller of the zombie apocalypse from the author of Day by Day Armageddon and Day by Day Armageddon: Beyond Exile!

In a desperate bid to take back the continental United States—where hordes of undead now dominate the ravaged human population—a Navy commander leads a global mission to the heart of the pandemic. Task Force Hourglass is humanity’s final hope, and his team’s agonizing decisions could mean living one more day—or surrendering to the eternal hell that exists between life and death.

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J.L. Bourne is a commissioned military officer and acclaimed author of the horror series Day by Day Armageddon, and the dystopian thriller, Tomorrow War. With twenty years of active military and intelligence community service behind him, J.L. brands a realistic and unique style of fiction. He lives on the Gulf Coast but is sometimes spotted toting a rifle and a Bowie knife in the rural hills of Arkansas where he grew up. Visit him at before the grid goes dark.

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Chapter One


1 November

Panama—Task Force Hourglass

Chaos. Pure and complete. The scene below resembled an area following a Category 5 hurricane or aerial bombardment. The many canal structures still remained at the whim of the elements, showing creeping signs of decay and neglect. The jungle was already beginning to reclaim the canal regions, commencing a long bid to erase any evidence that man had split the continents a century before.

Soulless figures walked about, searching, reacting to the firings

of dead synapses.

A corpse wearing only a mechanic’s work shirt shuffled about the area. The mechanic had met its demise via the barrel of a Panamanian soldier’s rifle, back when the national curfew was still being enforced. “He” became “it” shortly after the punctured heart stopped and the body temperature began to fall, letting loose the mystery that reanimated dead people. The anomaly (as it was known) spread quickly throughout the mechanic’s nervous system, altering key areas of sensory anatomy. It anchored and replicated in the brain, but only in the sections where primal instinct developed and was stored via DNA and electrochemical switches from eons of evolution. Along its path of self-replication and infection, the anomaly made a quick stop inside the ear canal. There it microscopically altered the physical make-up of the inner ear ossicles, enhancing the hearing. The eyes were the last stop. After a few hours of reanimation, the anomaly completed replication and replacement of certain cellular structures inside the eye, resulting in rudimentary short-range thermal sensory ability, balancing its death-degraded vision.

The former mechanic stopped and cocked its head sideways. It could hear a noise in the distance, something familiar—a nanosecond flash of audible recognition, then it was gone and forgotten. The sound grew louder, exciting the creature, causing salivation. Translucent gray fluid dribbled from its chin, hitting its bare and nearly skeletal leg. The mechanic took a small step forward in the direction of the noise; the open tendons on top of its foot flexed and pulled the small foot bones as it moved. The creature sensed that the increasing sound was not natural, was not the wind or incessant rain noises it normally ignored. The creature’s pace quickened as it reached a small patch of dense jungle trees. A snake struck out as the mechanic entered the foliage, slapping dead flesh and leaving two small holes in its nearly gone calf muscle. The creature paid no attention and continued to slog forward, nearly clearing the foliage. The chorus of souls-be-damned boomed out from all directions as the thing broke through to the clearing.

Two hundred thousand undead on the mechanic’s side of the Panama Canal bellowed at the sky. A gray military helicopter zoomed over at one hundred knots, trailing the canal southeast.

The mechanic reacted instinctively to the engine noise, reaching up as if it might pluck the great bird from the sky and eat it cold. Frenzied with hunger, it followed the whirlybird, eyes locked onto the flying machine. Ten paces later, the creature stepped over the edge into the canal waters.

The canal’s twisting form was no longer filled with brown muddy water and transiting ships. Bloated, floating bodies now blocked her once-busy shipping route. Some of the disgusting forms still moved, not yet dissolved by the Panama heat and humidity or mosquito larva—infested waters. The countless hordes on one side of the canal roared and moaned at their undead doppelgängers on the other in a Hatfield and McCoy feud spanning the great divide.



Before the anomaly, the world was fixated on the Dow Jones Industrial Average, phony government U3 unemployment numbers, spot gold prices, currency indexes, and the worldwide debt crisis. The very few that now survived prayed to go back to a Dow 1,000 and 80 percent unemployment; at least it would be something.

The conditions on the ground had degraded exponentially since the first case of the anomaly was documented in China. Early in the crisis, the surviving executive branch of the United States government made the decision to nuke the major continental cities in a bid to “deter, deny, or degrade the undead ability to eliminate the surviving population of the United States.” The cities were leveled by high-order nuclear detonation. Many of the creatures were instantly disintegrated in the process but the tradeoff was catastrophic. The dead outside of the comparatively small blast zones were zapped with so many alpha, beta, and gamma particles that the radiation eradicated any bacteria that might enable decomposition, preserving the dead for what scientists estimated at decades.

A few scattered human survivors remained though, and some military command and control was still in place. An operation was at this very moment underway to uncover the chain of events that brought humanity to the brink, maybe beyond.

Behind closed doors there was talk of possibly engineering an effective weapon of mass destruction against the creatures, as there were not enough small-arms ammunition or people to pull the triggers left on the planet. Behind thicker closed doors, there was talk of other, more nefarious things.



The helicopter pilot screamed back to the passengers, cheek full of chewing tobacco, “Three-zero mikes until on top the USS Virginia!”

The helicopter’s internal communications system failed to function as advertised months ago. It was now only good for cockpit communications between the pilot and copilot up front. The pilot was easily in his sixties, as told by his gray hair, deep crow’s feet, and old and battered Air America ball cap. The rider in the copilot’s seat was not part of the air crew—just another member of what was known on the flight docket as Task Force Hourglass.

Pilots had been in short supply over the past few months, most of them lost on reconnaissance missions. The remaining airworthy military aircraft were constructed of thousands of complex moving parts, all of which needed to be rigorously inspected and maintained, or they would soon become very expensive lawn darts. The old pilot seemed to enjoy the company of having someone in the right seat, someone to die alongside if things went too far south, which was frequent.

The rider appeared jumpy and hyperaware of his surroundings. Wearing an overly tight harness, his hand on the door latch and his eyes on the master caution panel, he nervously scanned the helicopter instruments. The rider risked a glance at the ground; they were flying low and fast. An optical illusion from the cockpit put the helicopter nearly level with the canal banks on either side. The creatures screamed and thrashed loudly as they fell into the water, unable to compete with the deafening engine noise. The rider easily but involuntarily filled the gaps with his imagination, hearing the songs of the dead from below. The permanent PTSD gained from the past year’s events pushed forward in his consciousness. He instinctively slapped his side, feeling for his carbine, preparing for another crash.

The pilot took notice and squawked into his headset, “Heard about what happened to you. Chopper went down in the badlands.”

The rider keyed the microphone on his headset. “Something like that.”

The pilot grumbled, “You just transmitted on the radio. Key down to talk to me, and up to talk to the world.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it; I doubt anyone heard it anyway. Only those things around. Lots of fellow pilots walking about down there now. These runs keep getting more dangerous by the sortie. The birds are falling apart, no spare parts . . . What did you do before?” the old man yelled into the headset over the whine of the neglected turbine engines.

“I’m a military officer.”

“What branch?”

The rider paused and said, “I’m a navy lieu—uh, a commander.”

The pilot laughed as he said, “Which is it, son? Lieutenant is a ways from commander.”

“Long, boring story.”

“Son, I doubt that. What did you do in the navy before?”


“Hell, you wanna fly the rest of the way?”

“No thanks. I’m not exactly the best helicopter stick.”

The pilot chuckled at this. “When I was running small fixed wings low over Laos before you were born, I didn’t know how to fly one of these, either.”

The rider looked down at the undead masses below and mumbled, “I didn’t think we were flying anything over Laos.”

The old man smiled and said, “We weren’t. But how do ya think all them Phoenix Program snipers got close and personal with the NVA brass? By humping their bolt guns a hundred miles through the jungle? Shit . . . if you think Phoenix was only active in Vietnam, I’ve got some oceanfront property in Panama down there to sell ya!”

Both men laughed over the loud thumping rhythm of the spinning rotor blades above their heads. The rider reached into his pack for a piece of gum scavenged from a military MRE, offering the pilot half.

“No thanks, plays hell on my dentures and I’m all out of Fixodent. Who you got back there with you anyway?”

The rider frowned at the old man. “They don’t tell you anything, do they? The Arab-looking guy is a friend of mine. The others are SOCOM, or some of what’s left of them anyway.”

“SOCOM, hmm?”

“Yeah, a few frogs and such. I’m not sure I can tell you much more than that and to be honest, I don’t know much more anyway.”

“I understand, you wanna keep the old man in the dark.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s . . .”

“I’m kidding, no worries. I had to keep a secret or two in my day.”

A few more rotor-thumping minutes passed before the pilot pointed his wrinkled finger forward to the horizon and said, “There’s the Pacific. The coords to the Virginia are on that kneeboard card. Mind punching them into the inertials?”

“Not a problem.”

After the coordinates were entered, the pilot altered course a few degrees starboard and maintained heading.

“What’s your name, son?”

“My friend back there calls me Kilroy, Kil for short. What’s yours?”

“I’m Sam. Pleasure to meet you, even though this may be the first and last time.”

“Well, Sam, you sure know how to keep spirits high.”

Sam reached up, tapped the glass on the upper gauge panel, and said, “You know the risks, Kilroy. There ain’t no tellin’ where you’re goin’ in your little black submarine. Wherever it is, you can bet it will be just as dangerous as right below us. There ain’t no safe zones anywhere.”


© 2012 J. L. Bourne

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139 of 144 people found the following review helpful
2.0 out of 5 stars Terrible Ending December 28, 2012
First off I must say that the "Day by Day" series by J.L. Bourne has been the best Zombie series I have read to date (and I have read everything I can get my hand on...)

This book really dropped the ball. Without giving a "spoiler" I have to say that the ending was terrible. By the time I was to the last two chapters I was certain there had to be another book about the adventures in China seeking "Patient Zero"- But nope, everything was wrapped up in a few pages... And I do mean everything. And it seemed totally out of place, not properly paced and "thrown together."

The last two or three chapters should have been an entire book - instead we had an ending which made very little sense and was totally lacking.

Also, this book was not "horror" and was more of a Military "Spy" novel of some sort...Some things (Like the Hawaii Island part) just did not make any sense either along with many other details I do not want to mention due to spoilers.

Suffice it to say, J.L. Bourne has given us an awesome Zombie series with a very lackluster and (in my opinion) unfinished final book. Great series, terrible finale.
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81 of 84 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars Starts With Such Potential! January 2, 2013
Format:Paperback|Verified Purchase
Obviously, there will be spoilers. But if you are planning on getting this book because you liked or loved the first two in the series, there are some things you need to know first.

Like most of the people that pre ordered this book, I had read the first two in the series. I love both books, and have read them multiple times. They are the books I recommend to someone who has any interest in zombie fiction. They are also great for "gearheads" that love to hear about the weapons and vehicles in detail in their books.

The story and the characters are very well thought out, and really draw you in.

But when I got the third book and started reading, I was very disappointed. He has left the "after action journal report" style of writing for a 3rd person view. Yes, there are still some journal entries, but they are sparse and just dumped in to random places in the book. And since he has left the journal style, you get several other stories mashed up together in this book. Too many stories. At one point, there are 2 different groups of special operations guys that are all very similar and also quite difficult to keep straight.

The main character spends a lot of time doing nothing, staying on a boat or submarine, and not doing any of the exciting, tense, action things he did in the first two books. And when the author does try to turn on the tension, it really just comes across as remembering to have the main character do something instead of just talk into a headset.

The other parts of the story are pretty inane, and the Arctic Circle tangent just seemed like a diversion.
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85 of 89 people found the following review helpful
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I LOVED the first two books in the series. They way they were written -- in diary format, written by the protagonist -- made it very compelling and gripping. It also made you really connect with the protagonist and understand what made him tick.

The third book has none of that. It's no longer told in a diary format. Instead, it's now told in a more traditional novel format. Multiple characters, multiple points of view, etc. It might be OK if that was how the series started, but it's such an abrupt departure from the style of the first two books that it's ruined the experience for me. It's no longer about one person and his struggles in a post-apocalyptic world. I can understand the author's choice -- it's difficult to wrap up the story if you're limited to one character, but I don't think he fully thought through the impact such a dramatic change would have on folks who loved the first two books.

This book has been a huge disappointment. Not recommended at all.
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27 of 27 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars Seriously? That's it? January 6, 2013
I'm having a hard time believing that the same person who wrote this installment is the same person who wrote the first two. I loved the first two Day By Day books and had high expectations for the third. Didn't happen.

Gone is the personal involvement with the main character. As a matter of fact, there is no main character in this book. There is no main story in this book, either. It's comprised of scattered side stories that never get fully developed or even come together completely.

I read half way through Shattered Hourglass and thought, 'It has to be a set up for a fourth book.' Of course it wasn't. Other reviewers have said the ending was rushed. That's an understatement. I would have preferred it if the author had waited another year and then put out a good third and final installment instead of just slamming words onto paper and throwing the bone out the back door for us to catch.

And ending it so that the impression is everyone lives happily ever after? Are you serious? La-la-lalala, lalalalala. Might as well have ended it with all of the survivors living in the Keys with the Smurfs. At least I would have gotten a good laugh out of that.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars
Great follow up to Day by Day Armageddon. Love J.L. Bourne's books.
Published 2 days ago by Icky Dog
3.0 out of 5 stars Three Stars
Big black marker line on bottom ??? Other wise seems brand new
Published 29 days ago by Marcia C.
5.0 out of 5 stars Great finish to the series
Great finish to the series. Although it was not written in the journal entry style of the first two, still worth the price.
Published 1 month ago by Pwill
5.0 out of 5 stars My new favorite Author!
Just a fantastic series!
Published 2 months ago by ColoDad
4.0 out of 5 stars Read this series!
This book is part of a great series. The closest in greatness for those many fans of "The Walking Dead"
Published 2 months ago by Chris
5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars
Absolutely the best Zombie series written!! Day By Day Armageddon is terrific!
Published 2 months ago by T. Hill
5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars
Really enjoyed this book and the constant struggle to stay alive.
Published 2 months ago by gobble
3.0 out of 5 stars Genre Issues
I love me some zombies. I also love me some scifi. I imagined that these 2 things went to gether pretty well before starting this book. Read more
Published 2 months ago by David
2.0 out of 5 stars not the best
Good story, a bit anticlimactic and rushed. After loving the first two the third installment will leave you wanting. Just doesn't measure up.
Published 3 months ago by M. Dobson
5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars
Flat out awesome!!!
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J.L. Bourne is an active duty military officer and currently resides in the Washington D.C. area. He has completed numerous tours of duty in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom, logging more than sixty combat missions over Iraq, earning three Air Medal Strike/Flight awards. Despite the ongoing war efforts, he somehow finds the time to put pen to paper in order to bring to you the fall of humanity in the Day by Day Armageddon universe.

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At last!
Agreed! I just started re-reading the first book. Damn its a lot of fun to read. Not sure I like the direction he is going, but I will give him the benefit of the doubt.
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