ORIGINS

The Wasteland Chronicles, Volume 2

by Kyle West

Chapter 1

Samuel was dying.

We had left Bunker 114 and Cold Mountain behind hours ago and darkness cloaked the Wasteland. As we sped east toward Raider Bluff, I wondered if Brux’s parting shot meant our mission had failed before it even began.

Samuel’s eyes had remained closed for almost the entire journey. Wet blood soaked his right shoulder. The congealing agent had slowed the bleeding somewhat, but he wouldn’t last for long. We had to find someone who could remove the bullet and stop the bleeding. If we couldn’t, either Makara or I would have to do it.

The Recon’s bright blue lights pushed back the night, letting us see ahead in a wide arc. Thirty years of red dust covered most parts of the highway. We zoomed past decrepit buildings, ghost towns, and mangled road signs, the skeletal remains of Ragnarok.

Makara was speeding as fast as the heavy Recon would go — about fifty-five miles per hour, the wheels churning to get us to our destination.

I just didn’t know if it was fast enough.

When the highway turned south, a wide dark river became visible to our left, flowing south.

“We hit the Colorado,” Makara said.

It was more water than I’d ever seen in my life. I’d read about the Colorado River in the Bunker 108 archive. It had once been an important river in the Old World, but overuse had dried it up. Now the river was wide — so wide, in fact, that I couldn’t see the other side in the darkness. Above the river on the opposite bank, high up, rose Raider Bluff. The city’s yellow lights glowed dimly with distance, almost unmoving even with the Recon’s speed.

At last, the road turned left, toward the river. A bridge of tall arches spanned the water.

“Silver Arched Bridge,” Makara said. “The only crossing for miles.”

The giant rungs of the arch stretched from shore to shore with the road running straight underneath. The road itself was almost even with the river — maybe just ten feet above it. The pressure from the current must have been enormous. Two Raiders with rifles guarded the bridge’s front.

“Let me do the talking,” Makara said.

We pulled up, and Makara rolled down her window.

A hard-faced, grizzled man peered inside. His eyes widened as he saw who was driving.

“Makara?”

“Chris, step aside. I have a wounded man in here who will die without medical attention.”

“What?” Chris asked. He shined the flashlight inside the Recon, pointing the beam at Makara, Samuel, and then me. “What happened? Where’s Brux? Twitch? Tyson?”

“All dead. Let me through, and I don’t have time for these questions!”

“What happened?”

“Gunshot wound,” Makara said. “Now step aside unless you want me to run you over!”

“Not so fast,” he said. “I’m not putting my ass on the line until you answer some questions. First, who is this?” he asked, pointing at me.

“Look, Chris,” Makara said, “Just give me clearance to Char or I’ll have him wipe the floor with you. I promise, your not listening to me is more dangerous than this sixteen-year-old kid and a man dying from a gunshot wound.”

Chris sighed, his gaze doing its best to match up with Makara’s. But after a moment, he turned away and raised his radio to his mouth.

“Makara’s back. I’m sending her up. Have the gates ready, over.”

“Copy that, over,” the voice said from the other end.

“Welcome home, Makara,” Chris said sarcastically. “You’re clear. I hope you have a better story for Char than you do for me.”

“I don’t need a story, Chris.” Makara said. “I need a doctor.”

Makara was about to gun the accelerator when Chris grabbed her shoulder.

“What?” she asked, shrugging off his grasp.

“Be careful up there. Things have changed. An emissary from the Empire is in Bluff, talking with Char.”

“The Empire?” Makara asked. “What the hell is the Empire?”

Chris frowned. “You were gone longer than I thought. They’re based in Old Mexico. They’re big, powerful — tens of thousands of people.” He paused. “The emissary’s name is Rex. Just don’t get on his bad side. I know you can be mouthy.”

Makara shook her head. “I’ll say what I want, when I want, Chris. Is that it?”

“Yeah. You should head on. Just watch your back.”

Makara didn’t waste any more words on him. When Chris stepped aside, Makara floored the Recon, rocketing it into the night.

“The Empire,” I said. “That sounds sinister.”

“I’ve never heard of it before,” Makara said. “Gone a few months, and this is what happens. The game always changes every time I come back. That’s nothing new, though.”

Despite those words, I saw the worry in her eyes.

“It’s hard to imagine war at a time like this,” I said. “The world is being taken over by the xenovirus. Leave it to humanity to take itself out first.”

Makara sighed. “All the more reason to patch my brother up quickly and be on our way. We have a mission to finish.”

I looked at Samuel. He was out again. Hopefully, it wasn’t for good this time.

“Just a few minutes, Sam,” Makara said. “Hang on.”

* * *

We drove up what seemed an endless series of switchbacks before the land leveled and placed us before the wooden gates of Raider Bluff. These things were huge, probably three stories high. They made the gates of Oasis look like toys in comparison. A giant wooden palisade surrounded all sides of the town, maybe twenty feet high, as if the sheer cliffs weren’t enough. It must have taken an eternity to build. I wondered where they found the labor, until I realized Raiders were notorious for employing slaves.

At various points in the perimeter, large watchtowers rose. I had no idea where they had gotten the lumber to build these walls. Trees were growing somewhere, apparently, if not here. It was a testament to the citadel’s wealth and power.

The gates drew back, sliding into the walls on either side. Thick chains rigged to pulleys moved the massive fortifications. Even though I was about to enter the biggest den of thieves in all the world, I couldn’t help but be impressed.

Makara drove down the main drag. Wooden buildings and saloons lined either side of the dirt road. It was like entering an Old West town on steroids. Signs swung above the open doors — liquor, girls, and guns seemed to be the establishments’ main themes. Raiders dressed in dingy apparel flanked both sides of the road, making way for us as we came in. From their widened eyes, it was clear that none of them had seen a Recon before.

The Raiders tried to get the Recon to stop but Makara honked the horn and sped up when they got too close.

“They’re not going to hurt us,” she said. “They just want to check out the ride.”

Outside, I could hear them yelling her name.

“You seem to be pretty popular around here,” I said.

“They’re all idiots,” Makara said.

The road wound its way around the mesa. I saw we were not even close to the top. There were three levels, and buildings rose from all of them. The bottom, which we were on, was the largest. It seemed to contain all the places of business, the wide outdoor markets, the bars, pretty much anywhere you could buy something.

“We’re heading to the Alpha’s Compound,” Makara said. “It’s where Char lives. It’s at the very top of Bluff and exclusive. No one will bother us, and that’s where the clinic is. Char, in addition to being the Alpha, is also good at stitching a wound. Hopefully this isn’t beyond his expertise.”

“Char was the one you raided with, right?”

Makara nodded. “Probably the only decent person who lives here. It’s weird for a decent man to lead a bunch of scum. It’s a wonder he’s still alive.”

We entered the second level. We were halfway up the bluff. On either side were well-constructed wooden cabins.

Makara pointed out a small building we drove by. A sign overhung the door, reading “The Bounty.”

“That’s the Bounty,” Makara said. “It’s a bar run by my friend Lisa. I’ve spent many-a-night there.”

“I remember you mentioning it.”

We rounded the last bend. Over the wooden rooftops of Bluff spread the vast panorama of dark desert. The black Colorado River flowed south and the sky above was dark and void.

We reached a final gate. A Raider pulled it open from the other side, revealing a long cobblestone road that led into a grassy courtyard. The green grass must have been watered and cared for to flourish like that. Flanking either side of the road were tall pines. I rolled down my window, the trees’ crisp, sweet smell pleasant yet foreign to my nostrils. The stone structure of the compound was a U-shape, surrounding the courtyard. It had narrow slits for windows; open air, no glass. Ahead, the cobblestone drive ended in a cul-de-sac. A wide yet short stairway led to a pair of heavy wooden doors. Judging from the thick stone walls, the compound had been constructed to withstand an all-out siege.

“Fancy,” I said.

“It’s grown over the last few years,” Makara said. “Each new Alpha leaves his own mark. Char redid the courtyard. The pines were taken from mountains far to the east.”

“Why is he called Char?” I asked.

Makara smiled grimly. “You will see.”

Makara pulled to a stop in the cul-de-sac. She powered off the vehicle, the hum of the hydrogen pressure tank dimming to nothing.

We hopped out of the vehicle. The air was dry, cold, and sharp. It had definitely dropped a few degrees. We went to Samuel’s side and opened the passenger’s door. Makara and I lifted Samuel from the Recon.

He stirred a bit and groaned. It was good to know he was still alive, though pale as a ghost. Despite the sound he made, his whole body was limp. He was dead weight between us.

“Come on,” Makara said. “We’re going to have to drag him.”

We dragged him through the compound, to the large front doors. Makara didn’t bother knocking. She threw the doors open with her shoulder, revealing a wide, dark interior lit by torches. We dragged Samuel inside.

“Char!” Makara screamed.

No one answered her call. The entry hall was empty, lit only by two blazing braziers along the far wall and a few torches ensconced upon four heavy pillars supporting the room’s structure.

A shadow materialized in front of us, moving forward at lightning speed.

“Watch out!” I said.

Makara reached for her handgun with her free hand, never letting go of Samuel.

A thin, curved sword was placed at the base of Makara’s neck.

“Not so fast,” a young, female voice said.

Chapter 2

Standing in the light, the bearer of the sword was a black-haired girl, about my age, with green almond eyes. The eyes narrowed as she edged the blade closer to Makara’s throat. I saw that she was beautiful, with a short, yet curvy, figure. I berated myself for even noticing that at a time like this, but even at the threat of one’s life, guys couldn’t help but notice certain things.

“Who are you,” she asked dangerously, “and what are you doing here?”

Makara spoke first, making an effort to keep calm. “We’re here to see Char, girl. Put that thing away or there’s going to be trouble.”

“Char is not here.” The girl did not withdraw her sword. In fact, it looked as if it was more in her mind to use it. “If you had been cleared, I would be the first to know. I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me who you are, and why you’re here. This wouldn’t be the first assassination attempt I’ve stopped.”

“I don’t know who you think you are, but Char and I are old friends,” Makara said, never batting an eyelash. “I’m Makara. Ever heard the name? And if you don’t get us Char, then…”

The front doors banged open. I turned to see a grizzled man, probably in his fifties, enter.

“Makara,” he said, his voice gravelly.

There was no mistaking the man’s air of command. He was Char. He was tall with broad shoulders and a shaved head. Two guards flanked his either side, holding rifles. His sharp blue eyes surveyed us all calmly. He wore green camo pants and a thick black leather jacket. A tattoo of a snakelike dragon eating its own tail was emblazoned on his forearm. But his most striking feature was his face. A deep burn wound scarred his right cheek. That wound had happened long ago and would never fully heal.

No one said anything as the man stepped forward.

“I am sorry I was not here to greet you,” he said to Makara. “Politics.”

The girl glanced from Char to Makara, not sure what to do.

“Stand down, Anna,” Char said. “I appreciate your drive to protect me, but Makara is a friend.”

Anna pulled the blade back, sheathing it immediately. Those beautiful eyes stung with hurt. “Char, no one let me know of Makara’s arrival.”

“Your loyalty is admirable, but Makara is to be treated with the same respect you would give to any of my guests. More, in fact. But we don’t have time for hurt feelings, do we?”

He faced Samuel, who lay on the ground between Makara and me.

“Lay him face-up,” Char said. “I need to see the wound.”

We laid Samuel on the ground. Char walked forward and knelt beside him. He placed two fingers on Samuel’s neck.

He glanced sideways at Makara. “Is the bullet still in?”

“Yes. It happened about ten hours ago.”

“Humph.”

Char retrieved a knife from his belt and cut Samuel’s white tee shirt open at the shoulder. He pulled the fabric back tenderly to reveal the wound. Fresh red blood trickled out. The surrounding skin was black, purple, and green.

“He’s out,” Char said. “But he’ll be dead if I try to pull it out of him like this. He needs morphine.”

“You have that, don’t you?” Makara asked.

Char grunted. “A bit. I do not want to use it on an outsider.”

“My brother is not an outsider,” Makara said. “He is family, as much a Raider as anybody here.”

“Don’t worry,” Char said. “I wouldn’t let you bring him all this way to tell you no.”

“Good. You had me worried.” Makara’s eyes went up to Anna and narrowed, as if willing the katana-wielding girl away. Anna merely stood, meeting Makara’s stare without blinking.

“This is Anna, my bodyguard. You noticed her katana, I presume. She lives by the Bushido Code.”

“Are you a samurai?” I asked.

Anna gave a single nod, but no word for answer.

“I thought samurai were supposed to be Japanese,” Makara said. “And men.”

Judging from the look in Anna’s eyes, she stood ready to draw her blade again.

“Honor and principle go beyond the confines of gender and race.”

“She is deadly with a blade,” Char said. “Where she learned to use it like that, I don’t know. She’s most of the reason why I’ve stayed Alpha so long. Especially these days. But all this is idle talk. Your brother needs my help.” Char motioned to the Raiders nearby. “We’re taking Samuel to the clinic.”

The men gathered around. Together, they lifted Samuel up.

“Follow me,” Char said to Makara. He noticed me for the first time. “Who’s this?”

“Alex,” I said.

“He’s from Bunker 108,” Makara said. “Once we take care of Samuel, we’ll fill you in. It’s a long, long story.”

We followed Char and his bodyguards through the dark corridors and into the clinic.

* * *

Char and his men set Samuel up in a hospital bed. After washing his hands, Char found an IV and filled it with a dosage of morphine. He inserted it into Samuel’s arm. Samuel gave no reaction.

Slowly, Char pushed down on the syringe.

“The morphine’s in,” Char said.

Char took a pair of forceps and began to dig into the open wound. Samuel was completely out. If he had been conscious, that pain would have been near unbearable.

“Do you have medical training?” I asked.

“My training is more of the school of hard knocks than anything else,” Char said. “I’m the best in Bluff, that’s for sure.”

Samuel was still. It was as if he were already dead.

Makara watched, biting her lip. More blood oozed from Samuel’s wound, staining his shirt, the sheets. Char dug around, using his fingers to widen the puncture. We watched as he searched for the bullet.

A minute later, Char pulled it out.

“It didn’t fragment,” he said. “Your brother’s lucky.”

“Will he live?” Makara asked.

“There’s no reason why he shouldn’t. I just have to clean the wound and stitch him up. Obviously, he’ll need to stay in bed for a while and take it easy.”

“How long?” Makara asked.

“We can tell better over the next few days,” Char said. “The wound could have been a lot worse. If he’s lucky, I’ll let him out in two weeks. But that’s on the short end. It might even be months.”

Months? Samuel would never stand for that. He would be out of that bed the next day if it was at all possible.

Char applied some sort of cream to the wound, which seemed to slow the bleeding. He began stitching it shut. Then he grabbed a bottle of clear liquid and daubed a bit of it onto the wound. Next, he wrapped the wound with a bandage. Done with that, he washed his hands once more and went to the cabinet. From it he retrieved a sling. He placed it over Samuel’s neck and gingerly pulled Samuel’s arm through.

“He’ll need to wear that for a while. Months, likely, before I’d trust taking it off.”

“He’ll be fine though, right?” Makara asked.

Char gave a reassuring smile. It did little to soften his hardened face. “He should be. I’ve seen men live through much worse. He should come around in the morning. He’ll be in a lot of pain — but the worst of it is over. He just needs to eat, rest, and sleep.”

“I hope so,” Makara said.

“I’ll have Anna stay and watch him,” Char said. “You and Alex need to rest. You both look exhausted.”

“No need,” Makara said. “I can sit with Samuel.”

“No, I insist. I have guest bedrooms in the east wing. They are more comfortable than anything you will find in the city.”

“What about the Recon?”

“It’ll stay safe out there,” Char said. “No one can drive it, anyway.”

Makara waited for a minute. She didn’t want to leave Samuel with Anna. She and the samurai had gotten off on the wrong foot, that was for sure.

“Come on, Makara,” I said. “He’ll be fine.”

Makara relented. “Alright. I could do with a rest, anyway.”

“Anna,” Char said, “show them to the guest rooms.”

She looked at us. “Follow me.”

We left the clinic and walked the empty stone halls. We said nothing more as she led us to the east wing. We stopped before a door.

“This is it,” she said. “There’s another room just like this one across the hall. You’ll find the bathroom and showers down that way.”

“Showers?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Be sparing with the water. It’s a pain to bring up here.”

She left me behind, walking back the way she had come. She disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

“Don’t even think about it,” Makara said.

I looked at Makara innocently. “What?”

“You know what. I saw how you were looking at her. She’s crazy.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She gave an exasperated sigh, then turned for the door and placed a hand on the knob.

“Get some sleep,” she said. “We’ll be out of here before you know it. You’ll see.”

She stepped into the room, leaving me alone in the hallway. I opened the door to my bedroom and slipped inside. I set my pack on the floor, took off my clothes, and set my Beretta on the nightstand nearby. I wanted that weapon always close. It felt right in my hands and had saved my life multiple times.

I meant to take a shower, but I really wanted to rest for a moment. I was asleep in seconds.

Chapter 3

I woke up with every bone in my body aching and every muscle sore. The last week had been sheer madness. I had lost my home, my entire life, and everyone I cared about. I had wandered alone in the Wasteland and had been chased around by both Raiders and monsters. Somehow I had met Makara and Samuel, and ended up here.

The fact that I was lying in a bed after a week of hell was surreal. It was as if all the sleep in the world wouldn’t be enough to melt the weariness from my body.

I fell asleep again, and awoke sometime later. I needed to get up. I had to check on Samuel and find some food. The thought of food set my stomach growling. I hadn’t eaten since the morning of the day before.

I got up, both my legs stiff and sore, as if I were sixty rather than sixteen.

I stepped into the hall and headed for the bathroom. I found it on the left. It was an open room made of gray stone. I stood under one of the two shower heads and let the cold water flow over me. Though the water was cold, feeling the layers of sweat and filth washing off made me feel as if I were a new person. I used a nearby bar of soap to scrub the grime off. Once done, I toweled off, grabbed my dirty clothes, and headed back to my room, suppressing shivers.

In my room, there was a mirror beside the door. I looked into it. I had lost weight. I had been skinny before, but now I was near skeletal. I hoped while we stayed here I could get some food in me.

I changed into a clean set of clothes — desert camo pants and a white tee. I would’ve put on my hoodie, because the air was cool, but the clothing was matted with dirt, and worse, from the horror show that had been Bunker 114. I decided to go without. Hopefully someone would clean it.

I wandered down the hall toward the clinic because I didn’t know where else to go. I looked around at everything. The stonework must have taken forever to shape and put together. The interior was dim, even though it was morning. Torches gave off dancing light at regular intervals along the hallway. The entire building was U-shaped — there were two parallel wings, one of which I was in, connected by the entrance hall. I could walk from one end of the wing to the other in about a minute. It obviously wasn’t just Char living here — it was his personal guards, cooks, slaves, and guests. It was a massive facility. Part of the building, if not most, had to have existed pre-Ragnarok.

As I made my way to the clinic, I passed the compound’s occupants — Raiders with guns, slaves hurrying to clean. It was very different from what I was used to, and it was hard not to feel guilty that slaves were needed to keep a fortress like this running.

I passed by an open window to see Anna practicing the sword in the courtyard under a tall pine. Her movements were quick, fluid, and repetitive. I could hear the blade whirring even from my distance. Her skill was amazing. It was hard not to stand there and watch. Her constant workouts had honed her body of any extraneous fat. Though small, she had curves that made it very difficult to look away.

I turned from the window to walk to the clinic. When I entered, I found Makara already there.

“Is he awake?” I asked.

Eyes heavy, Makara shook her head. It looked as if she hadn’t slept at all.

Samuel’s eyes flickered open.

“Sam?” Makara asked.

“Hey, Makara.”

His voice was parched. Makara reached for a glass of water nearby and held it to his lips.

“How are you feeling?” Makara asked.

Samuel took a swallow of water. He took too much, though; he coughed and winced in pain.

“Easy,” Makara said. “There’s no rush.”

“Where am I?”

“We’re in Char’s compound,” Makara said. “We made it to Raider Bluff. He saved your life.”

Samuel closed his eyes. I could not tell if it was out of relief or dread. He opened them again, and turned his head for the window. He stared at the red clouds outside.

“Are you hungry?” Makara asked.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

“I have a servant getting us food, so she should be back with it soon.”

Samuel closed his eyes again. “It hurts.”

“I’m sure,” Makara said. “That was a nasty hit you took.”

“I just hope it doesn’t keep us here long.”

“We need to get our strength back, anyway.” Makara stood and stretched. Her eyes looked distant for a moment.

“We got to leave as soon as we can,” Samuel said. “Maybe sooner.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Samuel’s eyes drifted to me. “I don’t remember the exact date, but it’s already October. The first snows will have fallen in Cheyenne. A month from now, the land will be impassable.”

“It’s that cold there?”

“Colder than you realize,” Samuel said. “The world is much colder than it used to be.”

Samuel coughed, and Makara put more water to his lips. He drank.

“Don’t strain yourself, Samuel,” Makara said.

Samuel settled back into his pillow. “If anything happens, you will have to go on without me.”

“Don’t say that,” Makara said. “That’s not going to happen. We’d be useless without you.”

Samuel didn’t respond. He only closed his eyes.

A middle-aged woman with dark brown hair walked in, carrying a tray that held a large pot of stew, wooden bowls and spoons, and a plate stacked with flatbread. The steaming pot gave off a spicy, savory aroma that set my stomach growling. She set the tray on an end table. After giving a forced smile, she left the room, her footsteps fading down the hallway.

I tried to pretend that she was only a servant, and was getting paid for this work. But I couldn’t. I knew the truth. She, along with all the other “servants” I had passed in the hallway, were slaves.

“It’s awful,” I said.

Makara took a bowl, and filled it with stew. “It is what it is.”

“I know I can’t change anything. It’s just that the world is harsher than I thought.”

Makara took the bowl of stew, not for herself, but for Samuel. She pulled up her chair beside him.

“Makara, no,” he said. “I can handle this.”

“Samuel, don’t be stubborn. You only have one good hand, so you’ll spill it.”

“No, I won’t.” He glared at her. “Hand me that bowl.”

Makara held onto it. “If you want to eat, it will be with me feeding you.”

“Makara…”

She arched an eyebrow.

Seeing he was not going to win, Samuel sighed. “Fine.”

Taking that as a sign of her victory, Makara jabbed the spoon into the bowl and forced it to Samuel’s lips. He begrudgingly took a bite.

I helped myself to the stew. It had a reddish-brown hue, was filled with potatoes, carrots, onions, and leeks, and had small cuts of meat. After filling my bowl nearly to the brim, I chowed down, not minding how hot it was. The stew was thick, dark, and filling.

“What kind of meat is this?” I asked.

“Camel,” Makara said.

I nearly spat the food back out. “Camel?”

I had never even considered that camel could be eaten — though it would make sense, given how numerous they were. The meat was cut into thin slices, spiced, and was red in the center. It was tough, like jerky.

Despite the strange taste, I decided that camel wasn’t that bad, though that could have just been my hunger. I filled up a second bowl and ate until it felt as if I would burst.

As Samuel ate, Makara grabbed bites from her bowl when she could.

Anna entered the room, her face covered with a thin sheen of sweat, her katana sheathed on her back. Her thin white shirt clung to her curves, slightly damp from her workout. I tried not to focus on that too much.

I would have thought she wanted to speak to either Samuel or Makara, but it was me she looked at. “I am to take you to Char.”

“Char?” I asked. “What does he want with me?”

“I’m not sure. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Anna turned, and headed out the door, expecting me to follow.

I looked at Makara. “What does he want?”

“I don’t know. It’s best not to keep him waiting.”

“I don’t see why he just doesn’t ask you.”

“Because she’s Makara,” Samuel said. “She’s difficult.”

“What if he asks about our mission?” I asked. “What do I say?”

“Don’t lie,” Samuel said. “But at the same time, don’t volunteer everything. Remember, he’s the most powerful man in the Mojave. Don’t make an enemy of him.”

Makara held up another spoonful of soup to Samuel’s mouth.

“Go, Alex,” Samuel said. “Don’t keep him waiting.”

I walked out of the clinic and followed Anna to the entry hall.

Chapter 4

I did find Char in the entry hall. He was busy speaking with someone who appeared far more important than me.

The man had a full, black beard, and wore a smooth, brown cloak with a hood. The clothing and facial hair instantly reminded me of the slavers Makara and I had found on the road a few days ago.

I put two and two together and guessed that this man must be Rex — the emissary from the Empire. And Char did not look happy to be speaking with him.

Rex was alone. He did not have any bodyguards, or any visible weapons. Walking into the central headquarters of the Raiders with nothing but the clothes on your back took either a lot of gall, or a lot of foolishness.

I waited some twenty feet from their conversation. Char glanced me over, but Rex never took his eyes from Char.

“Just think of the possibilities that an alliance between Raider Bluff and the Empire might hold,” Rex said. “Already the trade between our peoples ties us economically. Why not further cement that bond with a treaty?”

Char scowled. “Trade, yes. But we Raiders are independent. This is our land, from here to L.A., all the way north to Vegas. And it will always be our land.”

Rex smiled, as if he understood that sentiment. “All citizens of the Empire have freedom. Most wish to join us. We offer protection and resources to all our provinces. Raider Bluff would see the same benefits.”

Char said nothing.

“You would rule with complete autonomy,” Rex continued. “New Rome is far to the south — if an arrangement could be made, your people would be given a great deal of latitude. There is great wealth to be had by both of us if we were to ally, Char. And now, more than ever, we need to ally, with the Blights ever encroaching.”

“Yes,” Char said. “You say alliance when I know you mean annexation. That’s what happens to any city that ‘allies’with you. The Empire does by the knife what it can’t do by the pen.”

Rex smiled, but his face went dark. “I am sorry to hear that.”

“I am not interested,” Char said. “If you will excuse me, I have an appointment to keep.”

Char motioned me over, and Rex smiled thinly, eyes amused.

“An appointment with a child? The Empire will not suffer such an insult!”

“Take it however you wish. You are in my city, so you play by my rules.”

Rex frowned. “I see. I’m sorry we could not come to a settlement that was more agreeable.”

Char said nothing. He only stared at Rex, willing him to go away — not just from his presence, but from his city.

“What am I to tell the Proconsul, Alpha Char?”

Char narrowed his eyes. At this point, Anna left my side and stood by Char, keeping her right hand over her sheathed katana.

“Raider Bluff will not become part of the Empire,” Char said. “Our freedom is not something to be bandied about. We bow to no one.”

Rex frowned. “I was afraid you might say something like that. Very well. I am afraid I must leave immediately. The Proconsul is a man who insists on hearing bad news immediately.”

Several Raiders flanking the doorway stepped behind Rex, barring his exit. Rex took a step back, running right into them.

“I don’t think you understand how things work in the Wasteland.”

Rex’s face reddened. Slowly, he realized what was happening.

There was fear, and not superiority, in those eyes.

“If I am not back at Colossus at my appointed time, you will rue the day you did injury to me. By killing me, you will make a mortal enemy of the Empire.”

Char eyed Rex up and down, and laughed. Rex paused, unsure. That’s when Char snapped. He drew Anna’s katana from its sheath and swung the blade to within an inch of Rex’s neck.

Finally, Rex spoke. “Very well. You will have your war. By next year, the Mojave will be part of the Empire, not as citizens — but as slaves.”

With a roar, Char drew the blade back and swung it at Rex’s neck. Rex’s eyes widened the moment before the blade made contact, slicing through the flesh and bone. The head flew through the air as a fountain of blood spewed from the neck. The head arced through the air, bouncing off a stone column. Rex fell to his knees and onto the stone floor.

Rex’s expression on the severed head was a horrible etching of fear and pain. The eyes remained open, staring vacantly ahead.

Char handed the blade to Anna, who, without batting an eye, wiped it on Rex’s clothes. Char turned, facing everyone in the room.

“Throw this scum’s body off Vulture Rock.”

The Raiders nodded and lifted the headless body. Another took the head — probably to find a nice pike to stick it on.

I didn’t say anything. Char was eerily calm. I was anything but. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as I could.

Makara entered the room.

“What the hell is going on?”

Char didn’t answer her, but Makara got her answer when she saw Rex’s head and body being taken from the room.

“Who was that? That wasn’t Rex, was it?”

Char gave a slow nod. “It is done.”

Makara’s face went white. “Char…”

“He wanted to make us slaves of the Empire,” Char said. “That is something that will never happen.”

“Yeah,” Makara said. “I can see that.”

“Both of you, come with me,” Char said. “Since you are both here, I might as well make use of you.”

Makara walked forward. “What do you need?”

“Answers.” Char gestured toward a long table in front of a fireplace. We followed him there and sat down. It was all I could do to stop myself from shaking at the barbaric display I had just witnessed.

The same servant who had brought us food earlier came, offering water and some flatbread. I grabbed a piece of bread and took a bite. Even if I felt guilty knowing how the food was prepared, I was starving.

“Tell me, Makara,” Char said. “What became of you since last you left Raider Bluff?”

Makara told him everything that happened — her escape from Brux and the raid group, meeting me, and finding Samuel. She also told him about our mission — to head to Bunker One to discover the origins of the xenovirus, and how we hoped to find a cure for it. It took almost an hour of continuous talking. Char ate and drank, nodding from time to time, and only interrupted with a few questions. Finally, Char was up to speed as much as any of us were.

“We have noticed the Blights,” Char said. “There are several growing near here. Last you were here, Makara, there were none. But we have lost some men to attacks. Monsters that look like lizards, with sharp teeth, that can run as fast as a vehicle.” Char sighed. “The men have taken to calling them ‘crawlers.’ There are much worse that have no name. And there are also the Howlers. They are the human kind, and are the newest addition to Ragnarok’s bestiary, named for the awful howling sound they make upon attacking. We don’t send patrols that way anymore. In the east is death. And the farther east you go, the worse it gets. The monsters only get bigger.”

Makara did not say anything. “We have to go there.”

“Say you do find the answer — the cure to the xenovirus,” Char said. “What then?”

Makara shook her head. “I don’t know. But we have to try something. Samuel will not stop until he has answers. This is his mission, really. Alex and I are just along for the ride.”

Char looked at me, his eyes weighing us. “If that is true, there’s more to you than meets the eye, Alex. I could use someone like you around here.”

I accepted the compliment, but didn’t show any outward sign of appreciation. “We have to leave as soon as we are able. Winter will be coming on soon, and if what you say about the Blights is true, we will have to be even faster.”

“When you leave these walls,” Char said, “you both know you probably will not be coming back, right?”

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Even if you make it that far, against all odds, what are the chances you can make it back?”

“Yes,” Makara said. “We know.”

I gave no reaction, but it was not something I had given much thought. It made sense, though. We would not be coming back. It seemed strange to think that. We might not even make it in the first place.

“The only reason I say that is because of the Great Blight — the one that starts, and doesn’t end.”

I frowned. “What is the Great Blight?”

“Just like it sounds,” Char said. “It starts at Ragnarok Crater — or at least I assume it does — and spreads hundreds and hundreds miles outward in each direction. It grows every year — our last patrol reported it starting somewhere a little ways into what used to be New Mexico. It’s probably farther by now; that was last year.”

“If we don’t do anything,” I said, “one day everything will be the Great Blight…Raider Bluff included.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Char said.

He sat quietly for a few minutes, thoughtful. It was hard to read what was going on inside his head.

“I hate to see you go, so soon after getting back,” Char said to Makara. “It’s good, what you did to Brux. No one liked him, anyway. He had it coming, although you should probably keep what really happened between us. Mutiny is mutiny, and someone who has it out for you could make trouble if they found out.”

“Humph,” Makara said. “You think I don’t already know that?”

Char rose from the table. “Thank you for your information; it was most useful. I’ll go check on Samuel.”

Before Makara could answer, Anna rushed in, her eyes wide.

“What is it?” Char asked.

“Trouble, at the Bounty,” she said.

Makara stood. “Why? What happened?

“Some men loyal to the Empire heard about Rex,” Anna said. “They’re holding Lisa hostage. They’re hoping to use her to get out of Bluff somehow.”

“I have to get down there,” Makara said.

“Makara, wait!” I said.

But my words went unheeded. Makara took off for the doors.

“Anna, go with them,” Char said. “I will join you soon.”

Anna turned to me, drawing her sword. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 5

Anna and I ran into the courtyard, chasing after Makara. We rushed out the compound gates. The Bounty wasn’t far — maybe half a mile down the winding dirt road.

A few minutes later, we were there. The crooked frame of the building looked as it were barely holding together. White paint peeled from years of the relentless wind. The front door was wide open in front of us, revealing several upturned barstools and glittering broken glass. No sound came from within. It might as well have been abandoned.

Makara pushed her way through a small crowd that had gathered outside the Bounty. She stopped before the front door.

We caught up to her.

“Makara…” I said.

“Look out!”

Someone had yelled from behind. A man appeared in the top window, aiming a rifle down at Makara. But instantly every Raider in the area aimed his gun at the man and shot, the gunfire shocking my senses. The man screamed, slumped from the window, and crashed into the dirt below.

“Well, there’s one less now,” Makara said. “We can’t hope any of the others are that dumb.”

“What do they even want?” I asked.

“I don’t know the whole situation,” Anna said, “but somehow Lisa found out that these guys are traitors working with Rex. She raised the alarm, so they ended up taking her hostage. They want out of the town in exchange for her life.”

“Char won’t let that happen,” Makara said. “He doesn’t want a single one returning to Colossus to tell the Empire.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Anna said.

As if mentioning Char were a summons, I spotted him walking down the road from the direction of the compound, surrounded by a contingent of Raiders. He appeared calm, in control — Makara and I were anything but.

Char approached us. “What’s the situation?”

“They’re still holed up in there,” Anna said. “Two, maybe a few more, are on the top floor. They want out of Bluff in exchange for Lisa’s life.”

Char faced upward. “Alright,” he yelled, “I’m here. What do you want?”

Everyone quieted. Only the wind blew through the dust-strewn street. The people in front of the Bounty began to murmur.

A full minute passed with no response from the bar.

“I demand an answer!” Char bellowed.

“Let us out of here,” a voice said. “You know what happens if you don’t.”

“You kill her, then what?” Char asked. “You die.”

“We’ll do it if you leave us no choice.”

“There is no need for that,” Char said. “I am glad to let you scum out of my town if it means saving Lisa.”

It was quiet. I could imagine the men in that upstairs bedroom, debating quietly what they should do.

“How can you guarantee our safety?” the same one said.

“I promise, none of my men will lay a finger on you. I’ll have them set down their guns when you come out. We can escort you by Recon on your way out, which should protect you if anyone decides to go commando on your sorry asses.”

“I never agreed to that,” Makara said.

Char held a hand up, silencing her. “Work with me, Makara.”

The men on the second floor were quiet.

Then: “Have everyone drop their weapons,” the man said. “We agree.”

Char scowled, and waited a long moment. I didn’t see why he hesitated — this seemed like the best deal he could get. Finally, he answered.

“Alright. In another minute, everyone outside will have dropped their weapons. All of them.”

“How can we be guaranteed of that?” the man asked.

“I guess you’re just going to have to trust me on that one, aren’t you?”

Char waved for everyone to set their guns down. Grumbling, the men did as they were told. Makara seemed least happy of all to do it.

Nothing happened for a long while. It was hard to tell whether they had accepted or not.

“Are the weapons on the ground?” the man asked.

Char grunted. “Yeah.”

The shutters of the window upstairs slammed open. Inside was a man with a rifle, aiming right for Char.

“Get down!” Makara yelled.

But no shot came. Instead, the man screamed. Inside the window stood Anna, her blade slicing toward the man’s neck. It cut through, severing the man’s head from his body. The head flew out the window, landing at Char’s feet.

Anna turned quickly, slashing her sword. Another man cried out. She raised the blade above her head, and stabbed downward.

Anna sighed, wiped off her blade, and sheathed it. She came to the window and looked down. “They’re all dead.”

Makara stood silent. It was hard to tell if she was relieved, or angry. Maybe she was both.

“I didn’t even see her leave!” I said.

“That was the point,” Char said. “Neither did those scumbags up there.”

Makara went into the building. I followed her in. The wooden interior was dark, and crowded with round circular tables. The room was narrow, but long. The bar itself sat on the right-hand side.

Two pairs of feet pounded down the steps. Anna was the first to appear. She passed us and walked outside. The second was Lisa. She was tall, slender, and had long wavy brown hair and blue eyes. Her skin was tan and slightly freckled.

Makara ran forward and embraced her. “Lisa, it’s so good to see you.”

Lisa smiled. “Why did it take a hostage situation for you to come down and visit me?”

Makara pulled back. “I’m sorry. It’s been so busy, with my brother’s condition. I guess you’ve heard about that.”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah. Bad luck. But it’s good you found him.” Lisa’s eyes turned on me. “Who’s this?”

“This is Alex,” Makara said. “He’s from Bunker 108, out San Bernardino way.”

“Long way,” Lisa said. “You’ve been taking care of Makara?”

“More the opposite.”

Lisa eyed me up and down. “I believe it.”

“Hey,” Makara said. “He’s come a long way in the week he’s been out. Holding up better than I expected him to.”

Lisa didn’t say anything: instead she stepped behind the bar. She picked up a dirty mug and began to wipe it clean.

“Lisa, stop working,” Makara said. “You were just now being held hostage.”

“This place isn’t going to clean itself. You can talk while I put this place back together.”

Makara turned to me. “I want to catch up with Lisa. Go check on Samuel?”

I knew I was getting kicked out, but I nodded. “Sure. He’ll want to know what happened here, anyway.”

I walked out of the Bounty. I found Anna standing outside.

“Heading back?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. That was pretty cool, what you did. How did you sneak in there?”

Anna shrugged. “I have my ways.”

“Are you a ninja?”

“Are you just asking that because I have a katana?”

“Pretty much.”

“If there is a way to describe me, it’s ‘adaptable and fluid.’ It’s how I’ve survived this long. It’s how I’ll continue to survive.”

We were approaching the compound gates.

“So, where did you learn how to handle a sword like that?” I asked.

“It’s a long story, so I’ll keep it short. My mom taught me to read. And there are still real-life books out there, if you can find them. Wherever we holed up, my mother would read to me. When she came across a book she liked, she stored it in her pack for later. One day, when I was a kid, my mom came across a book about a samurai named Hideyoshi. He was a real person who lived in Japan, born to peasants, who was not strong but was able to outsmart and outmaneuver his opponents with only his mind. He became one of the best samurai in history, not only on the field, but in politics.

“More than anything that story gave me hope. If Hideyoshi could rise above his circumstances, so could I.

“I kept that book and read it so much that it became a part of me. Later on, I found this blade and some books on swordplay. I don’t use just samurai forms. Sort of a mix and match of things that fit my style.” She paused. We were in the courtyard. “But fancy swordwork is only ten percent of being a samurai. The rest is honor, manners, principle, and heart.”

“So how did you, a person of honor, end up in Raider Bluff?”

“Well…anyone who wants to live needs to go where the people are. Where the money is.” She stared ahead. “I know this place is not perfect. Far from it, actually. But it’s better than working for the Vegas Gangs or one of the settlements that could be wiped out at any point. Besides, for a Raider and an Alpha, Char is good enough. With him in charge here, this place is much better off than it would be.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“Look, I have to get going. Take it easy, Alex.”

She turned and walked toward the front doors. I supposed she was a samurai, for what a samurai was worth in twenty-first century post-apocalyptic America. I just wished I could use a sword like that.

I turned from the courtyard and made my way to the clinic. It was time to report to Samuel.

Chapter 6

Samuel looked even better than he had a few hours ago. He sat up in bed and fed himself some more of the leftover stew.

“Good to see you up,” I said.

Samuel smiled. “If Makara feeds me one more bite, I’ll scream.” He paused. “One of the Raiders came in and told me what happened. Is everyone alright?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Anna saved the day. She snuck into the building and assassinated the two guys holding Lisa hostage.”

Samuel smiled and shook his head. “You need to watch out for that one, Alex.”

I frowned. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Samuel ignored my question. “And Lisa?”

“She’s fine,” I said. “She seems a bit quiet, though. Pretty much your type all around.”

Samuel chuckled. “I guess we’ll see about that later. And Makara?”

“She’s fine, too. She didn’t look happy about Anna getting all the glory.”

Samuel shrugged and took another bite of stew.

“Char mentioned something about a Great Blight,” I said. “What is that?”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s the biggest obstacle we face reaching Bunker One. Hundreds of miles of old-growth Blight. I bet the monsters in the Great Blight will make Kari look like someone’s lost pet.”

It was hard to imagine any monster getting bigger than Kari. That giant had been at least three times the size of a normal human, but at least we had escaped her.

“Great,” I said. “Tell me, why are we going through that? Char mentioned something called crawlers, and from the way he described them, I’m thinking we need to come up with an alternate route.”

“That’s the way we have to go,” Samuel said. “Nothing we can do about that. We’ll just have to hope the Recon is faster. We have the turret and thousands of rounds of ammunition if things get dicey.”

“Hopefully, that’s enough,” I said. “How’s the shoulder?”

“Feels like hell,” Samuel said. “But I’ll manage. I’ve been doing some prelim scouting.”

Samuel reached for his bedside table and picked up a tattered, folded piece of paper. He unfolded it, revealing a map of the United States, along with its cities and highways. Several points on the map had been marked already — mostly in the Mojave area. In thick, red marker, a line had been drawn from Raider Bluff to Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado.

“I’ve been considering the most efficient route to Bunker One,” Samuel said. “We’ll be taking I-40 east most of the way. As we travel further east, it will get drier and drier. Our first obstacle will be a giant desert called the Boundless. Most who try to traverse it aren’t heard from again. Then again, most don’t have a Recon at their disposal. There will be a lot of empty, uninhabited land. And mountains. Lots and lots of mountains. But as long as we stick to the line of the old highway, getting there shouldn’t be an issue. We’ll take plenty of food and water; water both for drinking and to recharge the hydrogen cells. My main worry is the Great Blight — which starts somewhere in New Mexico.”

“How do we get through that?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t know what to expect. It’s not as if we have satellite imagery of the Great Blight, so everything is up in the air once we make the border. No one even knows where it begins, exactly. All the same, we have to go through it, all the way to Cheyenne.”

I thought of the Blight that Makara and I went through while trying to find the entrance to Bunker 114. It was hard to imagine hundreds of miles of it at a stretch. The xenovirus would have had a chance to evolve a lot of deadly monsters in an ecosystem like that.

“Somewhere in there is the city of Albuquerque,” Samuel said. “There, the road turns north. We’ll be taking I-25 almost all the rest of the way to Cheyenne. After that, it gets a bit trickier. We’ll have to find the right roads to make it to Bunker One. If we’re lucky, we’ll find some signs pointing the way. If not, we always have a compass and landmarks to go by.”

“How long should all that take?”

Samuel shrugged. “In the Old World, two days at most. Now, who knows? It could take anywhere from a week to a month.”

Anna charged into the room, out of breath.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“You won’t believe this, but it isn’t over.”

“What isn’t?” Samuel asked.

“There were a group of Imperials camped out to the south. They’re torching the farms. Without that harvest, the city might starve come winter.”

“What do we need to do?” I asked.

“Char wants everyone at the front gates, pronto. You included, Alex.”

My heart pounded. Here I was, not even a Raider, about to go fight their war.

“Come on!” Anna said. “He wants us at the bottom of Bluff in ten.”

Anna shot out the door. I looked at Samuel.

“Don’t get yourself killed. Stay with Anna and don’t take any risks. Makara should be down there, too; find her and tell her the same. Our mission is greater.”

I nodded. “I know that. I’ll find a nice rock to hide behind.”

“Good boy.”

I walked out of the room, Anna frowned.

“You’re a Raider now,” she said. “You better fight like one.”

“I could compromise, I guess,” I said. “Take out a couple Imperials and then find a nice rock to hide behind.”

Anna shook her head. “The gate’s only a couple miles down the road. I suggest we run.”

As Anna took off, I shook my head.

“Great,” I said. “I love running.”

* * *

By the time we made it to the gates I was, unsurprisingly, out of breath. The fact that we went downhill the whole way worked in my favor, but still, two miles in ten minutes was not a good thing in my book. We had gone down countless switchbacks to get to the desert below. The whole time, smoke poured into the sky from the fires consuming the farms. There was still time to save the greater part of the crop, but a lot of damage had already been dealt. I guessed Rex had an ace up his sleeve after all.

At the bottom of the bluff, Anna and I ran to join a group of about twelve Raiders. Among them were Char, Makara, and Lisa. Lisa held a sniper rifle, complete with scope, in both hands, and wore a grim expression to match.

“Good, Anna’s here,” Char said. “Here’s the full situation. There are five or six Imperials trying to escape along the river. We outnumber them two to one, but there are still enough to do damage. It’s likely they’ll take cover and fire on us as we approach. You know the drill, so don’t do anything stupid. They’ve already killed several of the slaves who weren’t quick enough.” Char looked around at everyone. I wondered what “the drill” was, but was too afraid to ask. “Keep low, form a half-circle and flank them in. None of these Imperials need to make it home. Right, let’s go!”

Char turned and ran for the river. Everyone followed.

I ran beside Makara.

“Samuel told me to tell you not to die.”

Makara smiled. “I’ll try, Alex. Stick by me.”

We ran for at least a mile. As we got closer to the action, I could smell acrid smoke in the cold, dry air.

We ran up a small incline. Cresting the rise, we saw them beyond, waiting for us. There were five Imperials lying on the ground, rifles pointed at us. They fired.

Bullets whistled above and beside us. The Raider on my right fell, hard. As I collapsed beside him, I knew he would not be getting back up. He had been shot in the forehead; blood trickled down.

Makara pulled me behind a large rock.

“I thought you were supposed to stay alive.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

She stayed on her stomach and kept her head below the rim of the hill.

“Just wait here,” Makara said. “We can’t charge them or we’ll get killed.”

Every Raider was planted on the safe side of the ridge. The gunfire had faded, leaving only the wind and the sand in their interminable dance. The sand hit my face, collected on the windward side of my body. I imagined if I lay out here for a few hours I could collect a lot of it on that side. Because, from the way it looked, we were going to be here for hours.

And then…

Crack.

It was a single, distant shot reverberating through the desert. Whether it came from the north or south, east or west, I couldn’t tell.

I heard screams. At first, I thought they were on our side. It took me a moment to realize they were coming from the river.

Crack.

Another shot. More cries of panic.

Makara was looking toward the other Raiders. They were all lying in place, as before.

Char raised an arm. Silently, all the Raiders stood, then charged down the ridge.

I rushed to join them. Two dead Imperials lay at the bottom of the hill. The remaining three were running for the cold Colorado River.

The Raiders fired their guns, yelling, surrounding the Imperials on three sides. The Imperials ran into the water and started swimming. Even if they did have the strength to make it across, they would be so cold and exhausted that they would be dead by nightfall.

The Raiders didn’t want to take any chances. They aimed and fired into the water, downing two of the men. Their bodies floated downstream. The last made a dive, vanishing below the surface of the dark blue water. We waited for a good thirty seconds before he came back up. When he did, he appeared distant, about a quarter of the way across the river.

The Raiders took aim again. But before any could take a shot, another crack sounded in the air. The man stopped swimming, and floated downstream like the rest.

They were all dead. And I had no idea who had killed three of them. I saw all the Raiders looking northward along the rise. At a high point, a figure stood with a long rifle held aloft.

Of course. Lisa had sniped them all out.

I had no idea how I missed that one.

After she joined the rest of the group, we headed back to Bluff. Though the Imperials were all dead, that didn’t stop the fires they’d set from burning.

Chapter 7

It was evening. We had spent the rest of the day putting out what fires we could. Not just us, but every person that could be spared in Raider Bluff, slave or free. We worked hour after hour, throwing water gathered from the irrigation canals and river onto the stubborn flames. Often, it felt as if we were making no progress.

Finally, the last of the fires had burned out, leaving a good thirty percent of Raider Bluff’s farmland a smoking ruin.

Though I didn’t say anything about it, I wondered how Char felt about killing Rex. It was only a matter of time until the Empire came back. Next time, it would not be six men. It would probably be more like six thousand.

We stood in the clinic. Samuel had called this meeting to make an announcement. Makara had brought Lisa, for some reason. Char had come to hear what Samuel had to say; Anna was there because Char was there.

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” Samuel said.

He couldn’t be serious. He had been shot in the arm just yesterday. It was a while before anyone spoke.

“Absolutely not,” Makara said. “You need more time to recover.”

“I will have to recover on the road,” Samuel said. “This attack has convinced me. I will not be caught in Raider Bluff in a war. Moreover, Bunker One will be buried in snow if we wait until I recover. By then it will be too late. I will not be delayed any longer.”

Makara opened her mouth, but Char held a hand up.

“Listen here,” Char said. “I know you’re a tough guy, but this is nuts. You leave now, that thing will open up and get infected. You want to go through the Great Blight with an open wound like that? The Empire will be back, yes. But not tomorrow. Not even in one month.”

“I’ll do what I must to get those Black Files,” Samuel said. “Even at the risk of my own life.”

“Yes,” Char said, “but does your sister feel the same way?”

From the look in Makara’s eyes, it was clear that she didn’t. She took a step forward. “Samuel, you’re not thinking straight. Like Char said, the Empire won’t be here for months, probably, and…”

“I know,” Samuel said. “This is crazy. But this mission is happening, and it is happening tomorrow. The longer we stay here, the more things will fall apart. The Empire attacked Raider Bluff today, and who’s to say they don’t have an army camped a day’s march away?” He looked at each of us in turn. His brown eyes were fierce and determined. “No, it must be tomorrow, or it might never be at all. As soon as we can get outfitted, we’ll be out of here. As for my arm, it’s a risk we’ll have to take, because we’re not risking just my life here. We’re risking the fate of the world.”

Everyone was quiet as we thought about this turn of events. Samuel was our leader; wherever he decided to go, I would follow him. It was Makara I was worried about. She had a good point. Samuel was not one hundred percent. He was not even fifty.

“Then we’ll leave tomorrow,” Lisa said.

Everyone stared at her.

“Wait,” I said. “You’re coming?”

“Makara and I talked it over when you left. You guys will need me out there.”

“Yeah, you’re coming,” Makara said. “But not tomorrow. Sam isn’t…”

“Makara,” Samuel said. “I appreciate your concern, but as long as I don’t put stress on my arm, I should be fine.”

“Stress that is guaranteed to happen,” Makara said. “We can’t predict what will happen out there.”

“But we can predict what will happen if we stay here,” Samuel said. “An all-out siege by the Empire and no hope of making it to Bunker One. That’s all that matters.”

Makara sighed, clearly unhappy. “I’m not going to win this one, am I?”

“Makara…”

“No. It’s fine. You’re our fearless leader. We’ll follow you to Bunker One, even if it means you’ll probably kill yourself in the process. I just hope those Files are worth the price.”

“They will be,” Samuel said. “I’m sure of it.” His eyes turned to Lisa. “Are you sure about this? There’s a good chance we won’t make it back. We could sure use someone like you, but no one’s forcing you to do this.”

“When Makara told me about what you guys were doing, I wanted to help. I’ve been cooped up in that bar too long, and I’ve never been one to ignore the call to adventure. That’s why I became a Raider in the first place.”

“We have a mission to accomplish,” Samuel said. “As long as you know how serious this is, we’ll all get along fine.”

“I’ve been nothing but serious my whole life. I’m ready for this.”

Samuel’s and Lisa’s eyes met and locked for a moment. I wanted to smile. It was clear that they each liked what they saw. Turning away, Samuel cleared his throat.

“Anyway, we’ll head out tomorrow morning, before sunrise. I want to make it at least to the Boundless by tomorrow night, which shouldn’t be a problem, barring difficulties.”

“Great,” Lisa said. “I’ll get my stuff ready.”

Char shook his head. “I don’t like this, but I won’t be stopping you. You make some good points, Samuel, but it is my medical opinion that you should give the wound another week to heal. Another week and the chance of infection will go way down. You’re asking for trouble if you head out tomorrow.”

Samuel listened. I could tell that Char’s words carried a lot of weight, but Samuel remained resolute. “No. It’s now or never. I can feel it in my bones. I wish I could wait that long. But I can’t.”

Char nodded. “So be it.”

Anna, who had been quiet the whole time, looked between Char and Samuel. I wondered what she was thinking. If only she could come with us…I almost wanted to suggest it, only I knew Char would want to keep her in Raider Bluff. Besides, she and Makara had gotten off on the wrong foot.

“If there is anything you can’t find in the stores, come see me and I will supply it myself.”

With a nod, Char left the room, Anna in tow.

“I’ve already mapped our journey,” Samuel said. “I don’t know how long it will take, but I expect plenty of roadblocks along the way, especially once we make it to the Great Blight. You guys can spend the rest of the day figuring out what we need. Alex has all the batts to buy supplies– we just need plenty of cold weather gear, as well as ammunition. Maybe some spare guns, just in case. Makara, you’re good at that kind of thing, so you’re in charge. Take the batts and make sure we’re stocked for the journey. I’ll check on you guys later.”

“Lisa and I will take care of it,” she said.

“What can I do?” I asked.

“Get the Recon prepped. Have someone who knows what they’re doing take a look at it to make sure it won’t break down on us. Extra water might be good in case we can’t refill somewhere in the desert.”

“How much water?”

Samuel paused. “As much as you can fit in the back. Once you’re done with that, help out where you can.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “I’ll get started.”

“Take care out there,” Samuel said.

That was it. We were leaving tomorrow.

* * *

The next morning hadn’t even dawned, but we all stood in the courtyard in the dry cold, making last-minute preparations on the Recon. I stood bleary-eyed, grumpy, cold, and hungry, every bone and muscle aching in my body. It was a bad combination. I had spent half the night making sure Khloe was working fine, as well as helping Makara and Lisa pack everything away. After that, we triple-checked that we had everything we needed. We weren’t coming back for anything.

After asking around a bit, I had found a guy named Tony, the Alpha Compound’s garage head. He checked the hydrogen fuel cell and pressure tank, the thick all-terrain tires, the engine — everything that could be checked in the limited time we had. He didn’t mind staying up late; he was just glad to get the chance to peek under the hood of a vehicle he had only heard of, and never seen. Tony made recommendations for spare parts and, once Makara returned from shopping, showed her how to replace these parts in case they broke down.

Besides the Recon, we had stocked food for a month, 250 gallons of water (mostly for refueling), cold weather gear including snow boots and thick clothing, face masks, medicine and bandages, cooking equipment, a few extra rifles, and plenty of ammunition. We had spent every last batt to get all these things. Makara had been right, out in the Wasteland. A few batts could go a long way.

Fifteen minutes after reconvening, we had crossed out everything on the checklist. We were ready to leave.

We had been in Raider Bluff only a few days, yet so much had happened in that time. I looked for Anna among the small group of Raiders gathered to see us off. I was a little disappointed that she wasn’t there.

Char stood before Makara. At first, they grabbed each other’s forearms with both hands — a typical Raider gesture, I guess. Char broke and hugged Makara tightly.

“Be safe out there, kid,” he said. “Come back in one piece.”

“I’ll try, Char. Believe me.”

Char pulled back, and we got in the Recon. Makara settled behind the wheel, already turning the key.

The engine roared to life and the needle on the dash climbed as pressure built in the hydrogen tank. For some reason, that familiar hum that came from the cargo bay was comforting.

The wheels moved, and we drove to the gates of the compound. We were finally off.

No one said anything as we navigated the city’s dirt roads. In a matter of weeks, maybe days, we would be in Bunker One — assuming we didn’t die before that. I couldn’t think about that, though. Not now.

We had brought antibiotics in case Samuel’s wound acted up. So far he had given no signs of distress. I didn’t know if it was because he was truly okay, or because he was hiding the pain. Probably the second one. His left arm would be in that sling for a while, but his right hand could still aim and shoot.

We were on the bottom level of Bluff. The streets were mostly empty.

“Oh no,” Makara said.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s… her!”

I looked out the windshield. It was Anna, standing in front of the city gates with her katana drawn.

Chapter 8

Makara stepped on the accelerator.

“Makara, what are you doing?” I asked.

“She is not coming with us.”

“Well, she definitely won’t if you kill her.”

“Makara, stop!” Samuel said.

The words went unheeded. Anna stood her ground, staring defiantly at the oncoming Recon. Makara was not slowing down. In fact, she sped for the open gates.

At the last moment, when it looked as if Anna was going to get run over, Makara slammed on the brakes. Still, Anna stood firm.

The vehicle skidded to the right, nearing the cliff edge. Finally, at the last possible moment, Anna jumped out of the way. The Recon was about to fall off the cliff and into the desert below.

Makara regained control, flooring it. The gates of Raider Bluff were left behind as we sped down the narrow road.

“Slow down, Makara!” Samuel said. “You’re going to kill us all!”

“Thought she could stop us,” Makara said. “I guess I proved her wrong.”

“Makara, that’s enough,” Samuel said.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “It’s done.”

“You really don’t like her, huh?” I asked.

My question went unanswered when I heard the roar of an engine behind us. A single headlight materialized in the dawn darkness.

Clearly, it wasn’t done yet.

“She’s following us,” Makara said.

Makara flipped on the LCD screen in the center of the dashboard. It revealed the dirt road behind us, and a single headlight, growing larger and brighter. The shape of a motorcycle appeared, and the shadowy form of its rider: a woman with black hair blowing in the wind.

“When we get to the bottom, I’m gunning it,” Makara said. “We’ll leave her in our dust.”

“Makara, just stop the car,” I said. “That thing can go faster than us, and you know it. She might have something important to say.”

“She wants to come with us,” Makara said. “I’m not having it.”

“I don’t get it. She’d be useful. You saw what she did with that sword.”

She ignored me as the two vehicles kept an even distance. We snaked back and forth down the mesa. When we reached the bottom, Makara sped up, heading due east toward a brightening crimson sky. Anna matched our pace. That motorcycle could go faster than us, easy. But still, Makara pressed the accelerator until the Recon’s engine was roaring, until the hydrogen fuel tank gave a miserable high whine. The pressure needle climbed and climbed, into the red. She was going to make the thing explode.

“Makara, pull over!” Samuel said.

“No.”

“Pull over, goddamn it! She’s coming with us whether you like it or not!”

Makara slammed on the brakes, causing us all to rock forward in our seats. The seatbelt pressed into my neck, constricting my breathing. On the LCD screen, the headlight grew brighter and brighter.

Anna was going to crash into us.

Anna veered off and flashed by the Recon’s right side in a speedy whir. She circled around to the Recon’s driver’s side and halted, shutting off the engine. Her face was calm and implacable. To her, a couple brushes with death in ten minutes’ time were all in a day’s work.

Samuel and I got out of the Recon, but Makara and Lisa stayed in. Outside, the air was sharp and dry. The sun had lit the land dull red from behind the equally red clouds. The mountains towered in the distance to the east, and the desert of rock and sand stretched flat to meet them. Behind us, Raider Bluff sat on its cliff, dark and brooding in the early hour.

“I’m coming with you,” Anna said simply.

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine. In them I saw determination, and the unwillingness to take no as an answer.

“You know,” I said, “if you wanted to come with us, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to audition or anything.”

“Did Char send you?” Samuel asked. “Makara will give me hell if I let you into the Recon.”

“No, Char did not send me. That’s why I met you at the gate. He wouldn’t want me to come. But Char is selfish, and you guys need me. The terrain is dangerous, and I’m the only one in Bluff who can lead you to the Great Blight.”

“And nearly got yourself killed in the process,” I said.

“I’m hard to kill,” Anna said. She turned to Samuel. “I’m telling the truth. You’ll die without my help. My bike can be stored in the cargo bay until I need to return home. It’s capable of high mileage, so getting home shouldn’t be an issue, even if I can’t find water.”

At that moment, Makara jumped from the Recon and walked up to Anna.

“You are not coming,” she said.

“You are wrong.”

Makara’s eyes cut dangerously at Anna. It looked as if things were going to come to blows.

“I don’t want you here,” Makara said. “End of story.”

“You do want me here. You just don’t realize it, yet. As I was telling Samuel, you will need a guide to get you across the Boundless. Before I moved to Bluff, the Boundless was my home. I survived there for years, even with the hostile Desert Tribes roaming around. Trust me, you’ll want my guidance.”

Makara’s face reddened. Her hand, out of habit, made its way to her holstered handgun. The movement didn’t escape Anna’s eye.

“Don’t even try it,” Anna said. “I’m here for one reason and one reason only. You’ll never make it past the Boundless to the Great Blight without my help. It has nothing to do with annoying you, I promise.”

“We don’t need your help.”

Anna stepped forward, her eyes challenging. “You don’t? Spoken like someone who has never seen the Boundless. Do you know where the Desert Tribes camp? Do you know where to find water? Do you know which mesas are safe to hide behind in a dust storm? A dust storm in the Boundless is a thousand times worse than one in the Wasteland.”

It looked as if Anna could go on, but Makara held up a hand. “I admit, you might have a point. But I promise you this. If you don’t leave voluntarily by the time we reach the Great Blight, I’ll make sure you leave by compulsion. Is that understood?”

Anna gave a slight smile. “If this mission is anything like what Char says it is, trust me; I’ll be out of your hair by then.”

“Fine,” Makara said. “Let’s move out.”

Makara went back into the Recon, followed by Lisa.

“Don’t say anything to incite Makara,” Samuel said to Anna. “If you’re going to be with us for the next few days, I want the trip to be as peaceful as possible.”

Anna nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I know this is last-minute, but I believe you guys will need my help. But after the Great Blight, you’ll be on your own.”

“We need to get moving,” Samuel said. “We can’t get bogged down on who doesn’t like whom. We have a mission to finish.”

Once the cycle was stowed, the rest of us piled into the Recon and we continued our journey. As the day brightened, the crimson Wasteland fell speedily behind us. It was amazing how fast this thing could go.

“We should be there in a few days, right?” I said.

“Now is the easy part,” Makara said.

As the day wore on, large dunes replaced the flat and rocky ground. It was difficult to pick our way past them. Anna pointed the way. I could not tell how she discerned one dune from the other.

By midday, our progress slowed to a near standstill. We were doing twenty-five miles an hour over the dunes, Makara doing her best to keep us going east.

“We made it to the Boundless,” Anna said. “No trick here, just keep heading east.”

After we slogged through the dunes a couple more hours, I saw a long jagged line in the distance.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Looks like a canyon,” Makara said. “Does it head the right way?”

Anna didn’t answer for a bit. “I’ve never seen it before…”

“You’re the expert here,” Makara said with biting sarcasm. “Are we going in, or what?”

Anna hesitated a moment. “Yeah. Go in. My mind’s eye was just ten miles north of where we actually are.”

I spoke up. “I don’t know if it’s from some book or a movie I saw, but I think going in there is a really, really bad idea…”

No one answered me. Makara headed for the canyon. A few minutes later we entered its gaping entrance. As we headed deeper within, the jagged brown rock on either side rose higher and higher. It zigzagged back and forth, making it difficult to see too far ahead. We were doing forty miles an hour. Finally, we made a turn, entering a long, wide stretch where sheer cliff rose up on either side.

I guessed this might have been a good idea.

Just as I thought that, a bullet splattered into the Recon’s windshield.

Chapter 9

Wild-haired men appeared along the rim of the canyon, aiming rifles down at the Recon. Bullets dinged the metal and cracked the windshield. Makara sped up, weaving through the canyon.

A bullet hit where it shouldn’t have — one of the back tires. There was a pop as the thick rubber was reduced to uselessness. As the Recon ground to a halt, I reached for my Beretta.

“Hold on!” Makara yelled.

Makara spun the wheel, facing the vehicle sideways to our attackers. More bullets riddled the frame on Anna’s and Makara’s side. The other side would offer us cover.

“Get out the other side,” Makara said.

We rushed to get out as more bullets ripped into the Recon’s side. Beside me, Lisa knelt on the ground and snapped a scope onto her sniper rifle. Once done, she put it to her eye, scanning the rim of the canyon on the Recon’s safe side.

“This side looks clear,” she said.

Anna peered through the Recon’s windows to the other side. “It looks as if some of them are coming this way.”

“Who the hell are these people?” Makara asked.

“One of the Desert Tribes,” Anna said. “Not sure which.”

“Really?” Makara asked. “I wouldn’t have guessed that. I thought you were supposed to be our guide.”

“Usually Char keeps this area clear,” Anna said. “Normally, the Tribes wouldn’t attack outright like this.”

“Stop fighting,” Samuel said. “It isn’t helping.”

At the top of the canyon, a man showed himself from behind a rock, aiming his rifle down. My ears nearly split when Lisa’s sniper rifle fired. The man’s head burst like a melon and his body plummeted into the canyon.

Makara looked at the mangled tire doubtfully. “The jack and the spare are both in the cargo bay. If we go in through the back we’ll be out in the open.

“So how do we get that tire out?” I asked. “It won’t fit through the cab.”

Everyone thought for a moment. Thinking, however, was a difficult thing to do under enemy fire.

“We need to get that tire and not get killed in the process,” Samuel said.

“Maybe Lisa can snipe them all out,” I said.

“Yeah?” Lisa said. “By the time I set up a position they will have sniped me out.”

“Not if you’re inside the Recon, with the window cracked just enough to aim your gun out. The glass is bulletproof. As long as you can look out the glass with your scope, you should be safe and able to fire on them. That should give everyone else enough cover to get the tire.”

Lisa thought a moment. “That…might actually work.”

“Get to it,” Samuel said. “And be careful.”

Lisa jumped into the Recon and took up position behind the second window. A few bullets were fired from the rim of the canyon. A moment later, the loud crack of the sniper rifled echoed off the rock walls. Lisa fired again, again, again…

The bullets from above stopped raining down.

“They’re hiding,” Lisa shouted. “Now’s your chance!”

Makara and I ran around the side of the vehicle, only to have a bullet ricochet off the ground at our feet. We hopped into the cargo bay before any more could fire at us. The tire was mounted on the wall on the right side. We grabbed the tire and jack. We quickly jumped back out with the tire, dropping it next to the group.

“Let Makara work,” Samuel said. “You stand guard.”

From time to time, Lisa’s sniper rifle fired, sending a deafening blast throughout the canyon. Anna stood nearby with a pistol out, looking unsure. She was much more at home with the blade still sheathed on her back.

The Recon was already lifted from the ground. Makara had the mangled tire off in less than a minute. She was fast.

“Brings back old times in L.A.,” Samuel said.

“They’re running away,” Lisa said, jumping out of the Recon, sniper rifle pointed skyward. “I think they’ve given up.”

Makara was lowering the jack. The new tire was on, and we were ready to resume our journey.

“All done,” she said. “Get back in so we can…”

An otherworldly bellow permeated the canyon, causing me to cover my ears.

“What the hell was that?” Lisa asked.

“In the Recon, now!” Samuel yelled.

We rushed to get inside. Makara turned the key in the ignition. Behind, I could hear the ground shake. Something really big was charging for us.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Just go, go!” Samuel said.

As the Recon tore through the dirt, Makara clicked on the LCD screen. It revealed a giant creature, at least fifteen feet tall. It had a stooping frame and ripped muscles. Its sickly pink skin gave away where it had came from — the xenovirus — but it was like nothing I had ever seen. It was bipedal and had angry narrow slits for eyes. It reminded me of Kari, the giant creature we had fought at Bunker 114. Only this one was bigger. And angrier.

It charged forward, nearing the vehicle.

“Alex, do something!” Makara yelled.

“Do something? Against that thing?”

“The turret!”

The Recon surged ahead as the creature’s extended claws scratched the back of the vehicle. We gained a bit of distance, but the respite wasn’t to last. The creature closed the gap, nearing the Recon once more.

“Alex, man the turret!” Samuel yelled. “Go, now!”

I got up and ran to the back, climbing the short ladder to the turret. I opened the hatch and stepped through, trying not to let the bumps throw me off balance.

The giant machine gun was waiting for me.

It was pointing ahead, so I wheeled it around. The monster was closer than ever, just a few strides away. Its grotesque face was open, revealing rows of razor-sharp yellow teeth. Its all-white eyes burned fiercely. Upon seeing me, it gave a roar and charged forward, faster.

I had a few seconds to figure out how the turret worked, or the monster would kill me.

“Here goes nothing.”

I squeezed the trigger.

Nothing happened.

The Behemoth reached an arm back, its eyes igniting in bloodlust.

Anna popped out next to me.

“Try turning the safety off.”

She clicked it off. I squeezed the trigger.

A hail of bullets issued from the end of the gun, splattering the legs and abdomen of the monster. It bellowed in pain, but the skin was thick. I only seemed to piss it off and make it charge for us faster.

“Aim for the eyes!” Anna shouted.

I swiveled the weapon upward, holding it steady. I let the Behemoth have it again, and the bullets entered its neck and face. It gave a horrible wail, falling to its knees. I kept shooting. Somehow, I was able to train the gun on its face, and more bullets entered its head. The thing fell into the dirt and was inert. I didn’t stop shooting. I wanted to be sure it was really dead.

Anna grabbed my arm, making me release pressure from the trigger.

“It’s dead,” she said.

Indeed it was. The thing was slumped on the ground, purple, sticky liquid gushing from the holes I had made in its face.

We stood there a moment as the Recon kept driving. The cold wind chilled my face. My hands were still glued to the gun.

Anna put her hands on mine, and one by one released each of my fingers from the grips. She held them for a moment, looking into my eyes.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

“Let’s get inside,” she said. “Don’t want Makara to get lost.”

After I clicked the safety back on, we went back into the cargo bay and closed the hatch above us.

When we reentered the cab, everyone was ecstatic.

“Good job,” Samuel said. “Couldn’t have done it better myself.”

“Yeah,” Makara said. “Hopefully it’s clear sailing.”

The ground rose, leading us out of the canyon and back onto the arid, dune-ridden Boundless. Hundreds of dunes spread in all directions, stopped only by lines of jagged mountains far in the east. It would be hell trying to get through those. It was late afternoon, and the light was already failing.

But the dunes were not what worried me most. In the distance to the east a low, menacing wall of cloud tumbled toward us.

“Dust storm,” Lisa said. “And nowhere to hide.”

“First an ambush,” I said, “then a troll thing, and now a dust storm? It’s as if something doesn’t want us to get there.”

“Just bad luck,” Anna said. “Dust storms become more common the farther east you go. More sand, and less water.”

“Where do we wait it out?”

Samuel pointed toward the left. “Let’s head to that mesa. It’s maybe a klick out.”

“That’s fine,” Anna said. “We’re out of options, anyway.”

“Good to know they have Devil’s Walls out here, too,” Makara said. “Hopefully we’re not too late.”

“If we stay on the mesa’s leeward side, we should be safe,” Anna said.

Makara was going full throttle, racing against the cloud advancing toward us. The red, bulbous mass expanded ever outward, stumbling over itself. It seemed malevolent, as if it existed only to harm us, thundering and crashing with Jovian force. Lightning flashed in its interior. It was still about a mile out, and would be our deaths if we were caught in it.

One by one, the dunes in the distance were lost as the wall of cloud overtook them. We were close to the mesa. Only I didn’t know if we were close enough.

Finally the dunes ended, and a large flatland separated us from the mesa. The dust was on our right, shooting toward us, just seconds away.

“We’re not going to make it,” Lisa said.

“Hold on tight,” Makara said.

The Recon’s headlights clicked on. The land before us was eerily calm and quiet. On our right was the thrashing maelstrom.

With the force of a colossal hammer, the wind slammed into us, nearly upturning our vehicle. It spun us toward the south, forcing us to follow that direction.

“We have to make it to the mesa,” Samuel said. “That wind will make us crash into something.”

“Almost there,” Makara said.

I couldn’t see anything out the windshield, so I knew Makara couldn’t, either. She kept the compass on the dash pointed northeast — the direction we had been going earlier to hit the mesa. The wind pummeled the side of the Recon and lightning crackled around us.

That was the worst part — the lightning. I tried not to picture myself getting fried to a crisp from it.

The wind died as we reached the leeward side of the mesa. Makara slammed on the brakes. We slowed to a stop right in front of a wall of rock.

“Well… we made it,” Makara said.

“What now?” I asked.

“It is near nightfall, anyway,” Samuel said. “It’s best just to eat and sleep.”

It was hard to switch gears from running and fighting for our lives to the more mundane activity of eating, but it was a welcome change. I was hungry and exhausted in equal amounts. Makara hooked up a stove to a power source and got started on dinner. While it cooked, I closed my eyes in my seat, not even bothering to take off my seatbelt. The sounds of the raging storm, just inches away through the pane of glass, lulled me into a doze.

The smell of cooking vegetable stew roused me from sleep. Outside, it was dark, windy, and cold. The only light came from the inside of the vehicle.

We ate, the hearty stew warming me. Makara started the Recon again, to charge the battery a bit. Lisa went to the back with her blanket, her wavy brown hair falling before her face, and she ducked into the cargo bay. After a minute, Makara went back to join her, heavy-eyed. Anna was already fast asleep, leaning against the window.

Only Samuel remained awake.

“Get some sleep, Alex.”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry. I’m fine.” He paused. “What a day, huh?”

I didn’t answer, though. My stomach full, the events of the day had caught up with me. I fell right asleep.

Chapter 10

We had been traveling east for an hour when we noticed a cloud of dust following us.

“It’s not a dust storm,” Makara said. “It’s something else.”

Anna gazed out the window. “Something’s moving inside of it.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Just give it a moment,” she said. “It’s coming closer.”

A sound soon accompanied the dust — the roar of engines. Within the dust cloud were about a dozen gleaming vehicles moving across the desert flatland. They were too small to be cars.

“Motorcycles,” Anna said.

“Great,” Makara said. “Whose turn is it to man the turret this time?”

“They might be friendlies,” Anna said.

“They might not,” Samuel said. “But whoever’s on the turret will be exposed. I won’t take that chance.”

“What should I do, stop?” Makara asked. “They’re faster than us.”

“Is there a good position nearby?”

“No,” Makara said, with a sigh. “It’s all flat out here. There’s some dunes farther east, but we won’t make it in time.”

“Just stop. And be ready. Let’s see what they want.”

Makara slowed the Recon. It took a couple minutes for the bikers to catch up, the roar of their engines growing louder as they neared. They encircled the Recon.

Finally, their engines were cut. No one moved. One of the men motioned us to come out.

“Stay here,” Samuel said. “I’m going out to meet them.”

“Sam,” Makara said. “I won’t let you go alone.”

“You’re needed to drive in case things go wrong. No need to risk more than one life. If it’s alright, you guys can join me.”

Before anyone could protest further, Samuel stepped outside. His form was lost in the dust the bikes had kicked up. I didn’t know if he was brave or stupid.

“Stubborn,” Lisa said.

Slowly, the fine dust settled back into the land, revealing Samuel talking to a bearded, tattooed man astride a black chopper. All the bikes were remnants of the Old World, and these had seen more miles than they were designed for. They were dusty, beaten, and definitely looked the worse for wear. Still, any sort of bike was a prized possession.

Samuel turned, signaling us to come out. I exited the Recon and stood beside Samuel. The biker leader, whom Samuel faced, had a long red beard that came down to his chest, and a pockmarked, weathered face. His sunglasses were so dark that I was surprised he could even see out of them.

Makara, Lisa, and Anna stepped out to join us. Makara kept her hand on her handgun and Anna looked ready to draw her katana.

“Don’t,” the man said. “That would be very foolish.”

Slowly, Makara and Anna took their hands from their weapons.

“I am Samuel. This is Makara, Alex, Lisa, and Anna. We need to travel across this land.”

“Anyone who wishes to cross the Boundless must speak to us first.”

“Was it your men who attacked us in the canyon?”

The man shook his head. “No. There are those who dwell in the Boundless that attack anyone on sight. We are not savages.” The man paused. “You have told me you need to travel through our lands, but not why. There is nothing in the east but the Great Blight. Your course will take you there within two days. What then?”

“We mean to head east,” Samuel said. “Across the Great Blight.”

The man gave a bitter laugh. “You are fools. Even before you reach the border, you will meet the crawlers.”

“It is our mission,” Samuel said.

“And what mission is this, might I ask?”

There was nothing for Samuel to do but tell the truth. “I’m sure you have noticed the infestations plaguing the land, among which the Great Blight is the largest. We mean to stop them.”

The man’s brows knit together as he leaned forward. “Really. And how would crossing the Great Blight, a span of a thousand miles, achieve this aim?”

Samuel explained what the xenovirus was and how it worked. He said that we were all scientists (more than a slight exaggeration) trying to discover a way to stop it, and that we thought Bunker One contained information that might help us. The man listened the entire time, not saying a word, his expression switching from incredulity to curiosity.

When Samuel was done, the man nodded slowly. “You certainly don’t look like Raiders.” He looked at the women. “These three do. They have their dress.”

“I am their security and guide,” Anna said. “Along with Lisa here. Char of Raider Bluff sanctioned this mission.”

“Char,” the man said, with a low, threatening growl.

“You know him?” Makara asked.

“Yes,” the man said. “What has become of him?”

“He has his plate full, that is for sure,” Samuel said. “There will be war with the Empire soon.”

The man gave a soft, grim laugh. “I hope my brother can survive their onslaught.”

My eyes widened in surprise. At first I was skeptical — but I saw that the man and Char were around the same age and shared many of the same features — broad chin, dimples, a solid frame.

“Char has never mentioned having a brother,” Makara said.

“That does not surprise me,” the man said. “I am Marcus, and we are the Exiles. Twelve years ago, we split from the Raiders over a disagreement. We were the loser of that controversy, so we were exiled to the Boundless. We were much greater in number, once. Now we are only thirty-two. I am surprised we are that many. This is a harsh land, and there is no mercy for the weak.”

“What was the disagreement about?” Samuel asked.

“It was long ago, but it changed Raider Bluff forever, into what it is today. Twelve years ago the Raiders blew up Hoover Dam, causing a flood. It wiped out many settlements along the river.”

“Why did they do that?” I asked.

“There was a rival city of Raider Bluff, across the water on the Colorado’s western shore,” Marcus said. “It was called Rivertown. The Raiders believed blowing up the dam was the easiest way to destroy them. What they didn’t foresee, however, was just how much death there would be. Char was young at the time, and brash. He was for the plan, and was chosen to lead the group that destroyed the dam. I fought with him to keep him from going. We fought, and in my rage, I threw him into the fireplace. He landed face first.”

No one said anything in the silence that followed. Char had received his burn from his own brother, no less.

“It is no wonder that we are out here,” Marcus went on. “I was exiled. But I did not go alone. Fifty Raiders followed me into the desert. It was our intent to cross the country and begin a new city. We wanted to settle on the Mississippi, far to the east.

“We never made it that far. We were attacked by crawlers halfway there. Many died in the attack, and there was nothing we could do but turn back. We tried to cross, once more, years later, but the Blights barred our path. In the north, we were locked in by cold and snow; in the south, by the Empire, who promised us passage in exchange for military service.” Marcus shook his head. “They did not keep their word.”

“Raider Bluff is different,” Makara said.

“I swore a time would come in which they would need us. And I still believe that. I am too proud to return. We are the Exiles.” Marcus paused. “Raider Bluff will lose against the Empire. Anyone who stands against them will fall. Their army numbers in the thousands. They already control much of Mexico, and are extending their way north.”

“Where did they come from?” Makara asked.

“When Ragnarok fell, the world became colder, as you know. The people went south. Mexican, American, it didn’t matter anymore. What few survived banded together. The climate changes were kinder to Mexico than the United States. The land there is temperate, good for crops, and there are still many untapped resources and plenty of water. It is not like here. For the decade after Meteor, hundreds of city-states flourished, on the coasts, on the rivers, in the forests. They warred and fought, their wealth fueled by slavery, guns, and bullets. When one city lost, they became the thrall of another.

“But then the Empire came, based in the city of Nova Roma. It was once a collection of huts on a series of hills, like the Rome of old. Perhaps by borrowing their name, they hoped to capture some of the magic. But their people were strong, and they subjugated their neighbors, led by a man calling himself Augustus. Instead of enslaving their neighbors, they annexed them, upsetting the normal balance. More people flocked to the Empire as they gained wealth and power. The Empire offered safety, comfort, law in a land of lawlessness. Soon, half of Mexico was theirs, and any who challenged them faced slavery, or worse.

“And now, with most of former Mexico in their sure grip, they are turning their eye north.”

“Why?” Samuel asked, intent on Marcus’s answer.

“Do you not know? They seek the Bunkers.”

“The Bunkers?” I asked. “Why would they want them?”

“The Empire is very interested in any technology they can acquire. And not just technology, but information. There are weapons, vehicles, fuel, supplies, medicines, all of which can simply no longer be made. And it’s all for the taking, whether or not covered by Blights. They’ve already raided the Bunkers close to home, but their main prize is Bunker One…and if it weren’t for the hostility of the environment, they would have raided it long ago.”

“How do you know all this?” Makara asked.

“Like I said, we Exiles wander where we please,” Marcus said. “We have on occasion hired ourselves out as mercenaries. We keep our ears open, wherever we travel.”

The Empire’s wanting to find Bunker One put them in direct competition with us. Did they know about the Black Files? If they did, would they want to keep them? My gut intuition said almost certainly.

“So you really think Raider Bluff will lose?” I asked.

It was hard to imagine that city falling to anything. They had all those people, plus those walls on top of the bluff. A giant army would be needed to crush that.

“Raider Bluff is only a few thousand,” Marcus said. “The Empire is many thousands. Their lands are still green and warm. They call this the Wasteland for a reason. They see you as barbarians.”

Here I was, thinking that the entire world was a desert. Just hearing that there were trees growing somewhere made me want to check this Empire place out. I still had a hundred questions — after all, how often was it that you met someone who had traveled outside the Wasteland?

“So — we can pass your lands in peace?” Samuel asked.

Marcus nodded. “I would normally exact tribute, but I believe in the importance of your mission. The Blights have not yet touched the Empire, but they will one day, soon. Maybe the time of the Raiders is over, but at least others might be saved for a future age.”

“Hopefully, everyone can be saved,” Samuel said. “But only if we make it.”

“The Great Blight is dangerous,” Marcus said. “You will travel upward into the mountains to the east, past the ruins of Flagstaff. It will only be another hundred miles to the border. You will not be attacked by us or anyone else on the way there. But once you cross that line, no one can help you. There are only the countless monsters that call that land their home. Crawlers will be the least of your worries.”

“We fought one of them, yesterday,” I said. “It was a giant.”

Marcus nodded. “Yes, you speak of the Behemoth. Nasty, those. All you can hope is that you are faster, or have a weapon powerful enough to pierce their skin. They make their home in the mountains and canyons of the Boundless. Even here, Blights crop up seemingly overnight. We burn them where we can. It’s possible to kill them if you get them early enough. But there is little we can do but run and find somewhere untainted.” He looked hard at Samuel. “We must be off soon, but before I go, a warning: don’t think that Bunker One isn’t on the top of the Novans’ list. I’m telling you this, so that you are not surprised if they beat you there.”

Marcus started his engine. The rest of the Exiles followed suit, sending a roar across the desert.

Marcus gave a salute before wheeling around, hitting full throttle as he blazed into the desert. The rest of the bikers followed him, spewing a cloud of both dust and exhaust that left us hacking and coughing.

When it was finally quiet, Lisa spoke. “At least we’re still alive.”

“Yeah,” Makara said. “Smooth talking there, Samuel.”

Samuel didn’t respond. “He gave me much to worry about, I think. This Empire worries me greatly. I thought it was only the winter snow and crawlers we were contending against. Human opponents are much more dangerous.”

“One day at a time, brother,” Makara said. “One mission at a time.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He turned away from the train of bikers, for the Recon. “It’s time to get moving.”

* * *

That night we camped north of the ruins of Flagstaff. We went off the road a fair distance to avoid the town, since we didn’t know what might be waiting there.

We found the perfect hideout — a shallow cave inside one of the rocky hills below the base of a tall mountain, the cap of which was lost in red cloud.

The landscape had changed greatly with elevation. Besides the drastic temperature drop (the thermometer in the Recon read -12º Celsius), I saw my first trees — at least, the first trees that hadn’t been turned by the xenovirus. They were pines, mostly, and most had been long dead. What few were left alive had the barest tufts of green needles on their branches, indicating that soon they would be joining the rest.

After we stopped, we collected a lot of dead wood for a fire. Once we had the fire roaring, the natural warmth felt good, and the sticky pine aroma was pleasing in the air. It was nice to smell something natural for once, and not the emptiness of the mostly dead world.

Though the fire was warm, the night outside was bitterly cold. Anna cooked the evening meal — the same stew we had eaten last night, with the veggies and potatoes taken from Raider Bluff.

After she gave the stew another stir and covered it, she came to sit next to me.

“You alright?” I asked.

“I think so. Saving the world…exhausting business.”

“What’s your story, anyway?”

She didn’t answer for a moment. “My story?”

“Yeah. Everyone has one, right?”

It seemed as if she didn’t want to talk about it. And if her story was anything like mine, that was understandable.

Eventually, she did start talking. “I grew up in a settlement east of L.A., in the mountains. It was called Last Town. The man who founded it truly believed it was the Last Town. Even when he found out it wasn’t, the name stuck.”

“How big was it?”

She shook her head. “Not big at all. Last Town had maybe three hundred people. Not like some of the other settlements. It was located on I-10, between L.A. and the Mojave. The city survived off trade for the most part. Me…I was just a kid there. My parents were scavengers, mostly. They went around and found useful items in the Old World ruins, like batts, machines, weapons, and metals, and tried to sell them. As the years wore on, business got worse and worse. All the valuable items had been snatched up. When supplies started getting low, people formed groups to fend for themselves. That’s how the first Raiders came about. All the little towns, like Last Town, didn’t stand a chance. We were taken over. Like locusts, the Raiders stayed until they sucked the place dry, and then moved on. By the time we rebuilt, they would come back.”

I didn’t say anything. Despite the distance in her voice, I saw pain in her green eyes.

She went on. “I was twelve when the big attack came. Only this time, they weren’t Raiders. It was one of the L.A. gangs. They called themselves the Black Reapers.”

“I’ve heard of them before,” I said. “Makara was a Lost Angel.”

Anna smiled. “I did not know that. It was the Angels that kept us safe, for the most part. But the Reapers were more numerous. It was at the height of the Five Years’ War that they took over Last Town. It was a key spot, because of where it sat on I-10 through the mountains. Rather than be taken, my mother and I fled east into the Wasteland, my dad having died in the battle. The only other choice was slavery. Being a slave of the Reapers is said to be worse than death.

“We wandered for countless nights, taking food where we could get it, and shelter where we could find it. Even in those days, the settlements would let hardly anyone in. We wandered north and south, east and west, until I knew the Wasteland like the palm of my hand.

“My mother was very learned, and she enjoyed reading. Books became an escape from our harsh reality.”

“What kind of books did you like?”

Anna smiled. “I have not read in a long time, but I liked fantastical stories, since they did not even take place on Earth most of the time. Of course, anything to do with swords, or the samurai, I read cover to cover many times.”

“Where did you find that katana?” I asked.

“I found it in a home, one day. The place had been picked over already by someone else, but strangely that weapon had been left behind. I took it and it became part of me the moment I touched it. I had already read about Hideyoshi. I also found a book about swordplay. I guess whoever lived there collected swords as a hobby — there were slots on the wall designed to display blades, but the katana was the only one left behind.

“The book I found was an overview of many different schools. I practiced. I was my own teacher. Soon, sword forms became my new escape. Besides, it was a useful skill to learn to keep people from taking advantage. Later on, I found a university library, where I learned even more. When I wasn’t sleeping, eating, or walking to the next place, I was practicing the sword. I started training at the age of thirteen.”

“What happened to your mother?”

Anna’s face grew still. “I missed that part, didn’t I? She died. She got sick with a wasting illness. She was dead within a week.”

“I’m sorry.”

The words sounded so trite for something so horrible. I didn’t know what else to say, though.

“After that, I wandered for another few months. It became unbearable to wander any longer. I headed for Raider Bluff, with the intent of finding my way there somehow, of becoming a Raider. I was hoping a raid group of some kind would take me on, preferably one that would raid in Black Reaper territory. I wanted vengeance, ever since that day, and wanted to kill as many of them as possible. I hope someday I can bring about that gang’s end.”

“You and Makara are alike, there,” I said.

Anna nodded. “Soon, in Raider Bluff, my skill became apparent. Char recruited me as his personal bodyguard. This was four months ago. In Raider Bluff, I had food, a bed, and other people to talk to, even if they were Raiders. And I had full license to practice my craft in my off time, when not running errands for Char.”

“What kind of errands?”

Anna shrugged. “I’m sort of like a spy. Many would try to kill the Alpha to take his place. It’s my job to prevent that happening.”

“I bet you have some interesting stories there.”

Anna gave a half smile. “Maybe. But now is not the time. I have talked enough, and dinner will burn if I do not attend to it.”

She got up, and lifted the lid off the pot, filling the cave with the mouthwatering aroma of stew.

She had given the stew a few stirs when, from nowhere, a shadowy form of a man entered the cave.

Everyone stood and drew their weapons.

Chapter 11

The shadow stepped into the light, revealing itself as a short, stooped old man wearing a cloak with hood. He had no weapon other than a gnarled walking stick.

“Who are you,” Samuel said, “and what do you want?”

He was old — very old. He had wrinkled, weathered skin that had seen many Wasteland winters. His eyes were soft and intelligent, belying the toughness of the rest of his face. By the firelight, I noticed something strange about those bright, gray eyes. They were clouded.

He was blind.

“I felt the warmth of the fire from afar,” the man said, “and heard voices, and smelled the food. I’ve been wandering for days, and was wondering if I might have a bite and a rest.”

No one said anything, suspecting a trap. Raiders did this, sometimes — used a distraction to catch groups unawares. If only he knew about the weapons pointed at him, would he have been so calm?

“You are blind,” Samuel said. “No blind man can survive alone. Not out here.”

The man smiled, as if he had heard this many times before — but no matter how many times it was said, he knew it was wrong all the same.

“I have made these lands my home for two decades without my sight,” the man said. “Every tree, every rock, I know from memory. Men do not pass this way. Not anymore. They have all gone west, or south. The rest were taken by the Blight.”

“You are alone?” Samuel asked.

The man nodded. “I am. If you do not believe me, there is nothing I can say to convince you.” He gestured to a spot near the fire. “May I sit? These knees are not what they used to be.”

Samuel paused, unsure. “You may sit. Be warned; we are watching you.”

“There is no need to fear,” the man said. “I simply take food where I can find it, and sleep where I can get it. I am the Wanderer.”

Samuel nodded toward Makara. She grimaced, and found a bowl and a spoon for the old man. She ladled some stew in — two healthy scoops. Samuel eyed her. She scowled, and ladled another small scoop in. Satisfied, Samuel nodded again. Makara handed the old man the stew.

Somehow, he knew it was there, because he reached out and took it.

“It’s hot,” he said, with a smile. “Good, for a cold night like this.”

Everyone watched the old man. Anna was wary and had a hand on her blade the entire time. I didn’t blame her. Personally, I didn’t think the old man was any harm. I just wondered what he was doing here, and how he survived in the wild without his eyesight.

The old man ate several mouthfuls. He did not seem to mind that it was near scalding.

“Who are you?” Samuel asked. “What brings you to our cave?”

The old man chuckled. “Your cave?”

Samuel frowned. “Well…maybe it is yours. I don’t know.”

“Nothing is anybody’s,” the old man said. “Not anymore. In the Old World, they had mountains of paper deciding who owned what. All that is irrelevant. In the Old World, I owned much of this land here, by Mount Elden. I was a very rich man. But I suppose you do not care about that, either.”

“I hope you don’t mind us staying here,” Samuel said.

“Oh, no. I welcome visitors. It’s been so long since anyone has been out this way. I stay away from the city. For a long time, there were people there, even after the Rock fell. They are all gone — either dead, or relocated to the south. I was the only one who stayed.”

“Relocated?” I asked. “By who? Where?”

“By the Novans,” the old man said. “I have talked to their kind before. A group passed this way, about a month ago. Asking about Bunkers.”

“Novans,” Samuel said. “How many?”

“There were six or so,” the old man said. “They are long gone, into the Great Blight. Who knows what became of them?”

We all looked at each other. As long as it was not our Bunker, Bunker One, there was no problem. But hadn’t Marcus said that was on the top of their list?

There was no way to know for sure without asking the man. I didn’t think Samuel would want to give that away. Not yet, anyway.

“Why did you stay when everyone else left?” Anna asked.

“This is my home. And I am far too old for moving. Here I have stayed ever since Dark Day. The government would not let me into Bunker 88, in the mountain. So I made my own bunker. That was long, long ago. Thirty years ago. I would have been fifty.”

“What is your name?” I asked.

The man smiled. “I don’t remember what it was people called me. I am different. I have been preserved for a purpose. I have seen you coming.”

“But…you can’t see,” I pointed out helpfully.

The man took another bite of stew. He was slowing down, and the bowl was nearly drained.

“This is what I do remember. My family and I survived for nearly a year in my underground bunker. It was a horrible experience. We ended up coming out a year after. My wife, two daughters, and their husbands, and two children. That was 2031. Those days were bad.”

The man did not speak for a while. He finished eating.

“I remember watching the sky every night since Ragnarok first became visible. It grew and grew, redder and brighter each night. It is a strange thing to watch your own death approach you, and not do anything about it. You cannot imagine the terror of those times. ‘The Dark Decade’ does not even begin to describe it. It’s a wonder the world didn’t blow itself up with nuclear war before Dark Day.”

“And you have lived out here for all this time?” I asked.

“More or less,” the man said. “But I have wandered many places — north, south, west, and east. I am the Wanderer.”

“How do you survive?” Samuel asked. “No weapon, no vision…and forgive me for saying, but you’re old.”

The Wanderer chuckled. “Yes. I am old. Too old for this world, that is for sure. But I have another kind of vision. A vision of the mind, that allows me to see what needs to be seen; even things that are not visible, such as thought and intent.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It was not always this way,” the man said. “But I have an inner feeling that I have learned to trust, and it directs me in the right way. Just as it directed me here, to this cave. Go to the cave, it said. I did not question. I went. Maybe it is God. Maybe it is something else. It is there, all the same.”

“That makes no sense,” Makara said.

Samuel held a hand up. “And you are alone?”

The Wanderer gave a single nod. “I have been alone for years. This land is empty. Not even the Raiders come this far. There is no reason. This is the eastern fringe of the Boundless, and beyond that is the Great Blight — where no man goes. I lived in the east, for a time. Now, the Blight is a wall, and east and west will never speak again — unless one were to stop the Blights.”

We all looked at each other. This man pinpointed our exact mission, without even knowing us.

He smiled in satisfaction. “Do you believe?”

“How do you know the reason we have come?” Samuel asked.

“I know many things — Samuel.”

Everyone gasped. I wasn’t convinced. He could have overheard someone saying the name, if he had been hiding outside for a while.

“Are you some type of mind reader?” Lisa asked. “I have heard of such things.”

“I am the only one I know of,” the Wanderer said. “With my mind, I see many things that are hidden. If I look into your eyes, I can see your fate.”

I was skeptical. “A mind reader, and a prophet. Can you tell us if we will succeed?”

The old man didn’t say anything to that. “No, I cannot tell you that. No one can. But I can tell you what you must do lest you certainly fail.”

That got everyone’s attention. Everyone waited for the Wanderer to speak.

“What must we do?” Samuel asked.

“Everyone’s individual part is different,” the Wanderer said. “And I must tell you each in turn. After I have told you, you cannot tell any other person, or it all falls apart.”

“Clearly,” I said.

Everyone looked at me, urging me to be respectful. It was hard. I wasn’t buying it.

The Wanderer paid me no heed, however. It was a bit irritating. Instead, he turned to Lisa.

“Lisa.”

She jumped when he said her name.

“You first.”

The Wanderer stood, and Lisa looked up at him.

“Now?”

“Yes. Yours is short, but important.”

Lisa walked over to the Wanderer. Fear was in her eyes, even if she hid it well in her composure.

The Wanderer spoke softly, and Lisa listened. Whatever the Wanderer said, however important, she kept her face unreadable. He said maybe two sentences before she turned away and sat where she had been before.

Next, he looked at Samuel. Samuel stood and walked immediately to the Wanderer. The Wanderer drew him away from the fire, toward the mouth of the cave. They talked for a while — maybe five minutes. Samuel asked a question here and there, but was mostly quiet.

It seemed strange to me that these two could soak up this man’s words and take them at face value. Who was he? There was no such thing as prophecy or mysticism. There was only science and brute fact. My father had taught me as much, and the world we lived in only solidified that stance. If there were a God, if there were anything — why would he have let this happen?

Yet, the man had known much — things that weren’t necessarily impossible for him to know, but things that were very good guesses, nonetheless.

Samuel returned to his spot by the fire. The Wanderer stood, looking at Anna.

She rose and walked forward, as if meeting her death. The Wanderer spoke to her for maybe half a minute — after which she nodded once. She stood there a moment, and then came back. She did not meet my eyes when she sat.

It was just me and Makara. The Wanderer shifted his gaze between us, as if wondering who should go first. Finally, his eyes rested upon Makara.

“Come, Makara,” he said.

Makara got up and went to the Wanderer. He spoke to her in much the same way as he spoke to anyone else. I could tell she was fighting back tears. It was not as if the Wanderer said anything unkind to her — Makara would not have cried about that. It did make me wonder what he had said, though.

It was my turn. I had never felt more afraid in my life. I was starting to doubt myself. At first, I hadn’t thought this man had any ability to see the future, at least no more than I did. Now, I wasn’t sure.

I walked past the fire, and stood in front of the Wanderer, as the rest had. His eyes were filmy. They spooked me. Cloudy and gray, they were bright and reminded me of their eyes. It was as if I were staring into the eyes of a ghost.

For some reason, it felt as if he were much older than he had let on.

“How are you, Alex?”

“Don’t you know already?”

I knew I shouldn’t have been cheeky, but I couldn’t help it. The man paid no heed — he only smiled.

“Just like your father,” he said. “He never had the stomach for any of that mystic crap, did he?”

My eyes widened. How could he have known about my father?

I tried to find some explanation, some excuse. A lucky guess here just didn’t seem to cut it.

“Did you know my father?” I asked, in a whisper.

“Maybe. It is doubtful. I will tell you what I haven’t told the others.”

I took a step back. I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted to know what he meant.

“Years ago,” he said, “I became lost in a Blight. There was something in the air that made me fall asleep. I woke up insane, and I became the Wanderer. I was blind, but I began to see things with my mind. Something happened to me, out there…and now I can see everything. I know everything. Only I can’t speak it. I am not allowed. Something beyond stops me.”

“None of this makes any sense.”

“Sometimes, it doesn’t have to.”

I tried to make sense of that one, but it only left me more confused. I willed my brain to shut itself off.

“I will tell you what I can, Alex. All of this is bigger than any of you realize. It will all be made apparent, soon — and all of you can decide what to do about it. At least, the ones of you who survive. It was written that there will be wars and rumors of wars when the end comes. Maybe the end isn’t coming — but an end surely is. And it is an end none of you will want to face.”

“Some will die?”

“Some?” the Wanderer whispered. “Maybe all. As soon as you cross the border, into the Great Blight, everything will change. You will be fighting for your very lives, every second, every breath.”

“We already are,” I said.

“You think you are. Something is out there, far more sinister than the crawlers, far more ancient, far more powerful. Something wants you dead.”

“What is this something?”

“I don’t know it, but I can hear it in my dreams. A Voice. A Song, which encompasses the whole world. It will enthrall all life unless you can silence it.”

There was no way I was getting anything out of that, so I decided to ask questions that required a straight answer. “How soon until we get there?”

“Tomorrow evening will be your last night on this side before you stand before the Gates of Hell.”

“You say that as if it is an actual place.”

“It is.”

The Wanderer grabbed my shoulders, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. “It all hinges on you, Alex. You have wondered, more than once, what your place is here. I am telling you now. Without you, this mission will fail. Without you, the world will fall and everyone will die.”

“What is the xenovirus?” I asked. “Why is it killing us?”

“I can only say so much, Alex. The rest you will have to discover on your own. But there is something out there trying to stop you. Something does not want you reaching Bunker One, and it is not just the Novans.”

The fact the Wanderer knew where we were headed did not surprise me. This man finally had me convinced.

“What do I have to do? Just tell me, and I will do it.”

“You must be ready. I have told everyone else what they must do. There is a sacrifice you must make. You will know it when the time comes. That is remote yet, but never forget my words. You must make it, or all shall crumble to dust.”

I remained silent. The Wanderer had more to say.

“You have a gift no one else here has. If this group can’t come together, you all might as well leave and return to Raider Bluff and wait for the end. Because the end is coming. I always thought Ragnarok was the end. No. Ragnarok was only the beginning.”

The Wanderer’s warning sent chills down my spine.

“The beginning? What’s going to happen?”

“I cannot see that far. There are too many strings. It all depends on you, though; I can see that much.”

I looked away. No pressure at all.

“Just tell me what I must do.”

“You will know, in time. Just remember my words.”

“I don’t even know how to interpret that.”

The Wanderer was still holding onto me. He had not let go for two minutes. He did so now.

“Your potential is far beyond what you even realize. There is always something we can do to make another’s day brighter — a smile, a kind word or gesture — the small things give us the strength to do the big things.”

The Wanderer turned from me and faced the fire, its orange glow reflecting off his face. He went off to sit where he had eaten. Everyone watched him quietly.

“I have said all I came to say,” he said. “I just need to have a bit of a rest and I’ll be off.”

“I’ll bring you a blanket,” I said.

The Wanderer smiled. “That would be good.”

I went to the Recon, and found him something to cover up with, my mind a blur. Once I’d grabbed a thick blanket, I returned and handed it to the Wanderer. He accepted it, wrapped himself up, and lay with his back to the fire. Within moments, his breathing was even with sleep.

No one said much of anything after that. I lay down and wrapped myself in my blanket, thinking on what he had told me.

It all hinged on me. What did that mean? And I had to sacrifice something, and I would know what that was when the time came?

I only hoped it wouldn’t be my life.

Chapter 12

When we awoke the next morning, the Wanderer was gone. He must have left sometime in the night, but his words had remained. The blanket I had loaned him was left behind, folded neatly on a nearby rock.

Everyone worked to break camp quickly, packing the Recon with purpose. Anna seemed distant, so I decided to see what was up.

“You alright?”

She paused after spreading the ashes of last night’s fire. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing always means something, right?”

She looked at me with a mixture of annoyance and softness. “That man told me something. I guess I can’t tell you what it is, since he told me not to…”

She sighed, and I waited for her to go on. She said nothing more.

“Whatever it is, we’ll get through it, right?” I asked.

She smiled sadly. “I hope so. It wasn’t good news, I’m afraid.”

“You’ve got me worried.”

Anna looked toward the Recon. Everyone else was already getting in. Makara turned on the engine and it roared to life in the thin mountain air. The headlights clicked on.

“Time to go,” Anna said.

Makara honked the horn, and leaned out the window. “You two, hurry up! We’re burning daylight.”

We went to the Recon, and got into the cab. I looked over at Lisa. She stared out the window as if it were her life’s mission.

Everyone was quiet and contemplative. Both Anna and Lisa on either side of me had dozed off. Makara kept the Recon on a steady course east. The blackened, dead trees on either side of us looked gloomy in the red early-morning light. The ground was bare, bereft of any life. Above the clouds churned, holding more dust than rain. The scene was depressing.

Makara navigated the rocky, dry earth slowly. It sloped downward. Ahead lay a wide, desert vista, rocky, filled with dune and mountain. A thin line, barely discernible, marked the highway that headed east. In the far distance the sky was a bit brighter, but the sun was still too weak at this hour to force much of its light through.

Samuel pored over the map, his eyes squinting in concentration.

“How’s your arm holding up?” I asked.

“Much the same,” he said, without taking his eyes off the map. “Feels the same as yesterday.”

Makara said nothing, concentrating on the path ahead of her.

“Get on the highway?” she asked.

“That would be easiest,” Samuel said. “At this rate, we’ll be on it in a few minutes.”

Anna turned from the window. “The highway should take you the rest of the way there.”

Anna’s words reminded me of the fact that she would not be with us much longer. We still had the rest of the day, and part of tomorrow, before she was gone.

“Are you sure you’ll make it back alright on your own?” I asked.

She looked at me pointedly. “I can handle myself. Besides, my odds of making it back are far better than yours.”

She had a point. I decided to hold my peace, though somehow the prospect of her leaving felt wrong.

The next few hours passed in silence. Everyone was tired, and Samuel and Makara were intent on navigating the Recon. Anna had not been out this far before, so her guess was as only good as theirs. Though she no longer knew the way, she decided to stay until the Great Blight.

Ahead were two great rocks the highway passed between. Makara went through the gap.

It was upon leaving the other side that something big pummeled the side of the Recon.

The Recon spun out, and Makara slammed on the brakes. When the Recon came to a standstill, we were facing the direction we had come from.

That’s when we saw them.

Several creatures shot in front of the Recon. They were low to the ground, pink, and had many scuttling legs. They had long faces with snakelike white eyes, and looked like a cross between a lizard and a serpent.

“Crawlers,” Anna said.

Makara floored the accelerator — as she did, two of the things sailed through the air toward the windshield, their long bodies wriggling back and forth while in the air. Makara spun to the right, the crawlers slamming into the Recon’s side.

“The turret!” Samuel yelled. “Get to the turret!”

I forced myself up, trying not to crash from all the bumps. I made it to the ladder in the cargo bay and hauled myself up. Hitting the cold desert air was a shock. I snapped the gun into position, and clicked the safety off.

Those crawlers moved fast. There were four of them, and they easily matched the Recon in speed. They scurried across the ground, their forms a blur.

In the far eastern distance, a line of pink and purple mountains edged along the horizon. Pink and purple…we were nearly there. The border of the Great Blight.

I fired, hitting one of the monsters. It gave a wretched squeal as it tumbled from its own velocity, sliding and rolling through the dirt to its death.

Lisa popped up next to me, aiming her gun upward.

“Need a hand?”

I didn’t answer as I started firing at another one. This one dodged my bullets, but Lisa was already aiming. Within seconds, she found her mark. She fired, the sound so loud that it temporarily deafened me. I saw the monster crash and roll over like the other one had.

The remaining two backed off. In tandem, they slowed down, allowing the Recon to get away. In the distance, the mountains were slightly larger, glimmering in the late morning light.

“Looks like they’re giving up,” I said.

They sped up again, running insanely fast.

“Watch out!” I said, taking aim.

They took to the air, sailing through it, their long mouths open and revealing razor-sharp teeth. They crashed on top of the cargo bay, their paws sticky and clinging to the metal. They scuttled toward us like insects. I fired, blasting one of the snakelike things off the Recon. It flew into the air and crashed into the dust.

The other was close. It was nearly on top of me and Lisa. Its mouth widened, discharging a rancid stench from within.

The crawler struck, its nasty paws pinning me to the top of the Recon as Lisa retrieved a knife. The thing smelled of decay and rot — thick purple ooze dripped down its slimy skin.

My arms grappled its neck — but the thing had a lot of strength I hadn’t counted on. Its mouth neared my neck.

“Kill it!” I yelled.

But the crawler, with its rear legs, kicked Lisa, causing her to sprawl over the gun. It was just me and the monster.

That’s when Anna showed up, her katana flashing. With a scream, she severed the monster’s head from its torso, sending a spray of purple ooze gushing from its neck. I jerked to avoid it, and it missed me by inches. The head rolled off the side and crashed onto the ground.

The crawler’s body rested against me, constricting my breathing.

With her leg, Anna forced the heavy body up enough for me to slink out from under it. Together, we pushed the thing off the Recon. It tumbled onto the dusty ground below.

Lisa struggled up from where she had fallen.

“You alright?” I asked.

She winced in pain. “That shit hurt.” She got up, rubbing her side. “It wasn’t the kick so much, but my back slammed right into the gun. It’ll leave a nasty bruise.”

“Take it easy,” I said. “At least we still have our lives, thanks to Anna.”

Anna cleaned her weapon with a rag, wiping her blade clean. Scrunching her nose at the dirty cloth, she threw it over the side. “It was nothing.”

“I think I’m going to stay up here a while,” I said. “There should probably be someone up here at all times to keep watch.”

“Be careful, Alex,” Lisa said. “Come down if more of those things are out there.”

“Don’t worry. The land’s flat, so I can see anything coming from a mile away.”

“Still,” Lisa said. “I better go check on Makara and Samuel. They’ll want to know that everyone’s okay.”

Lisa climbed down the ladder and back into the Recon.

Anna looked at me. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I thought I was dead.”

“I should have come up first thing,” Anna said. “I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I had no idea they could get up there. I thought I’d be useless with my sword.”

I laughed. “I’m glad you were wrong. I wish you’d stay, though.”

She turned away, her head down. Her black hair blew in the wind.

“I…I don’t know. I’m still thinking.”

“What did the Wanderer tell you?”

She didn’t answer. Of course she wouldn’t. She wasn’t supposed to tell me. She looked at the hatch on the ground, as if considering leaving me up here.

“You don’t have to stay,” I said. “I just don’t know who will save my life in the nick of time if you go.”

Anna turned back around, with a smile. “I’m glad I got to know you, Alex. Whatever happens.” She looked at my shirt. There was a purple stain on it from earlier. “Stay here. I’ll go get you another shirt.” She touched my arm. “And a jacket.”

She turned to go, my eyes never leaving her. Alright, after that, I definitely had to do what I could to get her to stay. But still, did I really want that? Going to Bunker One could be sure death. It probably was sure death. Anna would be better off leaving when she could. And yet, I couldn’t help but feel a spark when she was around. It was shame, then, that she had to leave. It felt sad to think that I might never see her again.

I looked at the mountains. It wouldn’t be long, now. That line of orange, purple, and pink glimmered, seeming to absorb the suns’s paltry light and burn with unnatural luminescence. I had no idea how we were going to cross all that, all the way to Cheyenne, Colorado. Hundreds of miles of Blight seemed impossible to fathom.

The first stretch of our journey had ended. The second, worse one, was about to begin.

* * *

It was getting dark by the time we saw the first twisted trees. Seeing them again was a horrifying sight as it was only a sign of much worse things to come. They were stunted, leafless, and had become vessels of the xenovirus, dripping the slime. I didn’t know what else to call it but “the slime”; that pink, organic liquid that carried the xenovirus and allowed it to spread.

About a mile to the east was the border of the Great Blight. It was chilling to look at: a giant wall of purple and pink, stretching from north to south, horizon to horizon, maybe as much as one hundred feet high.

Makara pulled to a stop, still a fair distance from the border. Darkness was quickly cloaking the land. Trying to find a way in tonight would be madness.

We were the only blot on the windswept desert flatland, other than the occasional dune.

“We camp here tonight,” Samuel said.

We were a little exposed, but anything resembling cover was twenty miles back. We would just have to risk the threat of attack. I shuddered to think of more crawlers out there in the night. Could they see us? Hear us? Smell us? Or were they waiting for us to cross into Hell?

Despite my trepidation, nothing happened that night. We all slept soundly, except Samuel and Lisa, who were on watch.

It would be my last night in the Wasteland for a while.

Chapter 13

We left at sunrise after a quick breakfast and headed the final mile to the Great Blight.

It must have been my imagination but it seemed a bit…closer than yesterday. Maybe it was just the light, because I could not see how it could have possibly grown that much. Seeing that pink wall stretch from north to south in a near perfect line was damn unnerving. It was as if something had built it. What that something was, I didn’t know. It was all encoded into the genetics of the xenovirus, I supposed.

We approached within a hundred feet of the wall, and we had to crane our necks to see the top of it. The twisting pink, purple, and orange growth was thick, gnarled, interlocking. It was impenetrable. The wall cast a long, pinkish shadow from the low morning sun. There was no telling how thick the wall was, or even how to pass through. Makara turned north, driving the Recon alongside it for a good hour.

“There,” Samuel said, pointing.

Makara turned. “I don’t see anything.”

“You can barely see it because the colors mess with your eyes.”

Makara’s eyes narrowed. She nodded grimly. “Yes. I see it.”

Anna drew closer to me, our shoulders touching. I turned to her.

“You alright?”

She nodded. “I think so.”

“I guess you’ll be leaving soon, huh?”

She didn’t answer for a moment. Her face appeared troubled.

“You can talk to me,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t leave,” she nearly whispered.

Makara’s eyes flicked to the rearview. “What do you mean? That was the agreement.”

Anna sighed. “Yeah. I know. But the Wanderer said I would have a choice, and I’m making that choice now. My role here isn’t done. Without me, you guys won’t make it. If you guys will have me, I’d like to join you, the rest of the way to Bunker One.”

No one said anything. Samuel turned around.

“You realize what this means, right?”

Anna nodded slowly. “Yeah. I know. We might not be coming back. It’s important that I go on. That is my choice. If I don’t…I will regret it.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone else would be against it. You’re a good fighter and we could sure use someone like you,” Samuel said.

“What will Char say?” Makara asked.

“Char will be made to understand, if we ever see him again,” Anna said. “This is bigger than Char. This is my chance to do something for once.”

“Let her come,” Lisa said. “Like Samuel said, she will hold her own and be useful. Besides, I don’t want to go against what the Wanderer said.”

I was ecstatic, though I hid my feelings

“So you’re really staying?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

She turned to me, her eyes fierce. “This is my mission too, Alex. Don’t try to stop me. You guys need me.”

She held my gaze. There was no faltering in it.

“It’s decided, then,” Samuel said.

Makara pressed the accelerator, and we rolled forward, toward the entrance of the Great Blight.

* * *

Makara slowed the Recon as we approached the opening of the Great Blight. The opening was a giant archway of fungus, where the hard rock of the ground was replaced with the pale, sickly pink of the xenofungus. As the vehicle transferred from the hard surface to the soft one, the ride became eerily smooth. The fungus sloped upward. On our either side were tall, organic walls, twisted and dripping with slime. The tunnel cast pinkish shadows on the vehicle, on its inside, even on my skin.

This must have been what the Wanderer referred to as the Gates of Hell.

Now that we were in, I wanted back out. The puffy fungus extended up a hill, its multicolored hues blinding to the eye. Twisted columns rose from the ground, spreading in a series of hanging tubes that all dripped slime. The slime collected at the bases of the columns, forming pools and icky streams. Clouds of insects swarmed above the pools.

A couple minutes into the Great Blight, I could feel the hostility of the landscape. I used to think we weren’t coming back. Now, I knew. Something dark was behind all this. It went beyond the xenovirus and Ragnarok. But that’s why we were here. We had to figure out why this was happening and how to stop it.

Finally, we made it to the top of the incline. It was hard not to get depressed at the sight. In all directions was something that could only be described as a xenofungal forest. There were thousands upon thousands of trees, alien to behold, spreading in all directions. The trees’ foliage was afire with blinding orange, shining from the feeble rays of sun that found their way through the red-clouded sky. The trees were so thick that it seemed impossible that we should ever get through them. They extended all the way to the far horizon, and there was no telling where they ended. That is, if they ended. Some of the trees were tall — maybe a hundred feet high — and the biggest ones had offshoots of their own that connected to other trees in a spidery labyrinth. I thought of the creatures that had attacked us, and how many would be lurking in the shadows within.

In that forest we would be reduced to a crawl. The Recon’s speed would be no advantage. It was a good thing the Recon had a compass, or we would surely get lost in that maze.

We paused on the hill. No one said anything for a long time. I seriously wondered whether Makara was going to turn back. It never seemed more hopeless.

Only she didn’t do that. We were in this to the bitter end.

“Kind of makes you wish we could fly, huh?”

She drove down the hill toward the forest.

* * *

When we entered the first line of trees, the entire sky was nearly blocked out. Makara turned on the headlights, revealing a web of trees and branches. Soon, the strange life-forms became so thick that it was less like a forest and more like a cave. We didn’t find anything living other than the plants — at least, not yet. It seemed as if something sinister was hiding, waiting to jump out around every bend.

At points, the slime dripped and splattered onto the windshield. The washer fluid and wipers could only get so much off. The rest stuck in a thin film that, while not impossible to see out of, made the windshield a bit blurry.

We continued for an hour like this. Nobody spoke. The landscape darkened, became more twisted, more terrifying.

Through the windshield, a small circle of natural light materialized in the distance, like the exit of a cave.

“I think that’s the way out,” Makara said.

I checked the compass to make sure we hadn’t got turned around. We were still heading east. The circle of light grew in size. It was definitely a way out of this horrible place. I watched as the Recon’s headlights illumined the thick, gnarled tree trunks embedded in the xenofungus, their roots like tentacles, as if they were absorbing some energy or essence from it.

We emerged from the forest and everyone heaved a sigh of relief. We had entered the Great Blight’s equivalent of a meadow — a wide, open space carpeted by the pink and purple xenofungus, flanked on all sides by the grotesque trees. The clearing was only a temporary escape from the xenoforest, but all the same, it was good to see the sky again, even if it was the same menacing red it had always been.

In the center of the meadow, Makara pulled to a stop. It was midday, and we had probably gotten ten miles closer to our goal.

Her head fell on the steering wheel, and she closed her eyes. “I can’t go through that again.”

“Makara,” Samuel said. “We need you here. We can’t just sit out here in the open.”

I saw something moving among the trees. It was just one at first, then another, and another…

“Guys…” I said.

Everyone looked toward the south, where I was pointing. There were dozens of crawlers appearing from the trees in all directions. Some were big, some small — but all of them had those creepy white orbs for eyes. Their wails and screeches pierced the air, sending chills down my spine.

“Go!” Samuel said.

The Recon’s engine roared. The monsters charged. Even as we slogged through the fungus, it seemed to not affect the speed of those things.

Lisa forced her way toward the turret.

“Go with her,” Samuel said to me and Anna. “Give her cover and bring down as many as you can.”

By the time Anna and I got to Lisa, the monsters were maybe fifty feet away.

We were near the eastern edge of the forest. Closer, I saw that a narrow trail led through the xenofungal growth, flanked on both sides by the blighted trees.

If we could get on that trail, there would be no need to go back into the xenoforest.

Before I could even go back into the Recon to tell Makara, the vehicle started heading that way. She had seen it. As we entered the trail, the creatures fell in behind us.

Lisa aimed the turret behind us. The monsters filled the trail, tumbling over each other in a mad attempt to get to us. It was like a tsunami.

Lisa fired at the teeming mass, and couldn’t have missed any to save her life, there were so many. The creatures screamed as the powerful bullets entered them. She waved the gun back and forth, doing whatever she could to stop the wave. But there were so many that it had almost no effect. The ones that died were only buried as the rest stampeded over them.

The trail weaved back and forth. Anna tumbled, falling toward the side. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back into me.

“This is doing no good,” I said. “We need to get back inside. We’ll get thrown off if we stay up here any longer.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something pink flying through the air. I turned to see a long-limbed creature falling from a tree above.

“Look out!”

The monster crashed on top of the cargo bay, making a dent in the roof. It turned and snarled. It had long arms and legs and was ripped from head to toe with muscle. Its shape resembled a gorilla, but who knows what it had been before? It had no hair, and sickly pink skin coated in slime, just like the rest of them. The way those white orbs burned into me was paralyzing.

A metallic ring filled the air as Anna drew her katana. I took out my Beretta, aiming for the head. I fired, three times. Two of the bullets entered its shoulder. It roared in pain, and hurtled forward, readying one of its long arms to swipe. Its long claws curved outward.

I ducked just in time, and so did Anna next to me. Lisa swung the turret around, and it stopped right over our heads.

She fired.

Deafening blasts emanated from above, but even over that noise I could hear the creature’s roar of pain. I covered my ears and saw the monster fall backward from the power of the bullets entering its chest. It hurtled from the Recon and crashed into the fungus-covered ground below. The crawlers overran the monster’s body like a raging river.

My ears rang and my head felt as if it were going to split open. I couldn’t hear a thing.

Lisa hopped off the turret, and pulled me to the ladder. Anna appeared unaffected — apparently, she had escaped the worst of the noise.

They both pulled me down the turret as the first creatures hopped on top. Two pairs of hands pulled me inside and the turret door above was slammed shut.

Inside, the bumpy cargo bay made me feel like puking. I saw Anna’s face in front of mine, but I could barely focus. As I sat there for the next two minutes, feeling more dead than alive, the world slowly righted itself.

“Alex… Alex!”

“Yeah. I’m here.”

Relief filled her face. “We thought you had gone deaf.”

My ears still pounded. I hoped there wouldn’t be permanent damage.

“Come up front,” Anna said. “We found something.”

When I entered the cab, I saw that the forest had fallen behind. But that was where the good news ended. Before us was a large, open valley of pink and purple, pockmarked with gnarled trees. Mountains surrounded the valley on all sides, and behind, the monsters were still coming.

Anna pointed ahead. I squinted. It looked like a tall, thin mesa at first, coated in pink fungus. But as we got closer, I saw that it wasn’t a mesa. There were rectangles along the outside surface, faded beneath the fungus.

It was a skyscraper, out in the middle of nowhere.

Chapter 14

As we made our way to the building, it was as if the ground itself came alive. Monsters squirmed their way through the xenofungus and charged for the Recon. Makara swerved left and right to avoid them, all the while making for the tall building.

“Are we going inside that thing?” I yelled.

“What choice do we have?” Makara asked. “It’s either that or get buried alive under these things.”

As she said that, one of the creatures leaped through the air, crashed into the windshield, and rolled off to the side. Purple ooze splattered on the glass. Makara turned on the wipers, but that only made it worse.

“Can’t see a damn thing,” she said.

“We’re almost there,” Lisa said. “Just keep going!”

The evening was filled with the cries of the infected monsters, making my blood run cold. The building was getting close. It was tall, and completely out of place in this secluded valley. Whatever it had been in the Old World, it was a monolith from another time.

“Pull in there!” Samuel said, pointing to an opening in the ground. “Looks like a garage.”

“Who knows what could…” Makara began.

“Just do it!” Samuel said. “It’s our only option.”

Makara scowled. “Fine. But if we die, don’t blame me.”

She pulled into the opening. The creatures followed us in. Makara turned on the headlights, revealing the road curving downward and to the left. The tires screeched on asphalt.

Where the road straightened, we were greeted by rows and rows of parked cars, rusted with time and lack of use. They had been here since Dark Day thirty years ago, and it looked as though they hadn’t been touched since. Most were buried beneath the fungus. The Recon’s headlights lit the ceiling, sending strange tiny creatures scurrying upside-down along the fungus-covered ceiling.

“Not looking good,” Makara said.

“Just trust me,” Samuel said. “There’s a door over there. It should lead inside.”

“How do you know…?”

“Just park in front of it. We’ll use the Recon as a shield to block them from coming after us.”

Makara made for the door, parking the Recon sideways against it.

“Everyone out, move, move, move!” Samuel said.

“Through my door,” Makara said, “unless you want to get killed.”

Makara opened her door and stepped out. She opened the door into the building. The rest of us crawled over into the front seat, and out the driver’s side door. Makara was already inside the building. Lisa was the last out. She shut the Recon’s door, and headed inside with the rest of us. Samuel slammed the building door behind us, shutting out the monsters and their horrible cries.

It was pitch back inside, and cold. Several flashlights clicked on, revealing a long hallway that led into further darkness.

“What now?” Makara asked.

“I don’t know,” Samuel said. “Let me think.”

“We should probably get higher up,” Lisa said. “Might be safer.”

“That’s a good idea,” Samuel said. “Find a room and set up a perimeter.”

“Then what?” Makara asked. “We’re stuck in here with no way out.”

“We’ll figure that out later,” Samuel said. “Let’s get moving. We’re killing time.”

Anna and I hadn’t said anything. I was just trying to follow orders and not get in the way. I agreed with Makara; we should have never come in this creepy place. Something about it felt off. Sure, the creatures weren’t inside. At least, not yet.

The darkness didn’t help. Now that we were stuck here, we had no choice but to stay.

Samuel took the lead, shining a flashlight with his good arm. The fact that he was able to push himself so hard and lead the group was amazing, but we may have just met our match. Makara followed behind, alongside Lisa. Both had their pistols out, ready to go. Anna drew her katana, the sound of metal echoing off the walls. Bringing up the rear, I drew my Beretta.

No one said a word as Samuel led us up a stairwell. The sounds of our footsteps clanging in the darkness shattered the silence.

We had gone up four flights of steps when we heard a gunshot, distant.

Everyone stopped.

Samuel held up a hand, and cocked his head to listen. We waited one, two, three seconds. Nothing.

“Someone else is here,” Lisa said, voice low.

“Whoever they are, they probably know we’re here,” Samuel said. “We brought a whole army of monsters to their doorstep.”

“That probably won’t make them happy,” Makara said.

“No,” Samuel said. “No, it won’t.”

Footsteps ran up the stairs behind me. I immediately fell to the ground. And just in time — a gun went off, and I heard the bullet ding off the metal next to me.

More shots filled the air — some from us, some from them — whoever they were.

“Run!” Samuel said.

I got up and chased everyone up the stairs. Footsteps, yells, and more shots followed us up from below. There were maybe three or four of the others. I charged upward, rounding the bends of the stairs.

Out of breath, we reached the top floor. Samuel ran across the hall and threw a metal door open. Everyone followed him in. I was the last one through. A bullet zinged off the door. I slammed it shut, finding the latch and locking it in place. Just in time, too. A body slammed against the door, followed by a male cursing.

I looked around. We were in a dark room that contained a desk piled with papers, a file cabinet, a trash can, and a broken computer. Weak sunlight filtered, faded and pink, through the fungus-tinged window. It tinted the room and its articles in an eerie pink glow.

“Great,” I said. “There’s no way out.”

Voices spoke from the other side of the doorway. They had us cornered in this room, and there was no way out except the window — and I didn’t want to fall a dozen floors to my death.

“Who are you?” a male voice demanded from the other side of the door. “What are you doing here?”

Samuel stepped forward. “I could ask you the same.”

The man guffawed. “You do not own this place. It is our territory, and you are infringing on it.”

“Look,” Samuel said, “I don’t know who you think you are, but those things are out there and we had nowhere else to go. If you’re telling us to leave, you’re just going to have to make us. It’s five against however many you have, and we all have guns. Your call.”

That shut the man up. I heard two more voices whispering out there, one a woman’s. We all had our guns out, ready to go.

“Look,” Samuel said. “There’s no point in fighting. We don’t want to harm you, and we hope you don’t want to harm us. We’ll just wait for these things to go away and we’ll be out of your hair.”

“The monsters you brought to us,” the man outside said. “They’re not leaving. All of us are stuck here, thanks to you.”

“We had no choice!” Samuel yelled. “What would you expect me to do, drive out there until they overwhelmed us?”

“That would have been nice,” the man said.

“I’m tired of this,” Lisa said, taking out her handgun. “Let’s just kill them while we can.”

Apparently, the man outside heard that. “That door moves so much as an inch, we’re firing.”

“Lisa, take it easy,” Samuel said. “Let me handle this.” Samuel turned back to the door. “Maybe we can work together.”

“I want to know who you are first, Raider,” the man said, “before I even entertain that notion.”

“We are not Raiders,” Samuel said.

“Really. Who are you? You’re Wastelanders, with guns and attitudes. That makes you Raiders to my eyes.”

“We are on a mission sanctioned by the United States government,” I said.

That made the man go quiet. There were more whispers.

“There is no U.S. government,” the woman said. “All the Bunkers are gone.”

Maybe that was true. Two of the remaining four had fallen in the last month, including Bunker 108, which had once been my home.

“There are two Bunkers left,” I said. “As far as I know.”

“Like I said, there is no United States,” the woman insisted. “The United States fell with the death of President Garland in 2048. There is only the Empire.”

“Quiet,” the man outside growled.

“So you’re with the Empire?” Samuel asked.

“It does not matter who we’re with,” the man snapped. “We’re the ones asking the questions.”

“We have more guns,” Samuel said. “We ask the questions.”

“You’re locked in,” the man said. “I’d like to see how your ‘more guns’ works out.”

“This is pointless,” I said, only loud enough for those with me to hear. “We need to get them on our side somehow so we can get out of here. Empire or not, all of us are surrounded by an army of monsters.”

“What if they’re going after the Bunker?” Lisa asked. “You remember what the Wanderer said.”

“I’m working on that,” Samuel said. “But we cannot appear weak. We have the numbers advantage.”

Samuel turned back to the door.

“Those things are outside, and we’re not getting anywhere by fighting. We need to work together. As soon as we can clear these monsters off, the sooner we can leave.”

The man laughed. “Clear them off? Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there are thousands of them out there. You’re stuck here, just like us. Coming into the Great Blight was a mistake. We’re all in so much shit that there is no hope of getting out.”

“Maybe working together isn’t such a bad idea,” the woman said.

“How many of you are there?” Samuel asked. “Sounded like more than just the two of you.”

“We’re three,” the woman said. “Drake doesn’t talk much.”

A deep grunt answered that statement — I assumed from Drake.

“So, we’re cool?” Samuel asked. “Are we working together?”

“Fine,” the man said. “There’s no point in fighting. Just know that when you came in here, guns blazing, I erred on the side of shooting first.”

“That’s understandable,” Samuel said. “Am I good to open the door?”

“Go right ahead,” the man said. “We won’t shoot. Just keep your guns to yourself.”

Makara grabbed Samuel’s arm. “No.”

“Makara, I have to do this. Otherwise there’s no other way out.”

She bit her lip. I didn’t blame her for being worried. This could all be a ruse. Then again, what choice did we have?

“We’re here to back you up in case anything happens,” I said.

Samuel nodded. “Thanks.”

He turned to the door, holstering his pistol.

“Alright,” Samuel said. “My gun’s at my side, and I’m opening the door.”

He unlatched it with a clang. After taking a deep breath, he pulled it open.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. There was a moment of tension as we all watched to see what came next. Nothing did. A hand reached across the door’s threshold.

“I’m Harland,” the man who had been talking said. “This is Kris, and Drake.”

Samuel didn’t react much, not taking the offered hand. “I’m Samuel. There’s Makara, Lisa, Anna, and Alex.”

Samuel looked at us, motioning us to stand by the door.

Makara holstered her pistol, and the rest of us followed her lead. Lisa put her handgun away with a scowl, her sniper rifle still latched onto her back. Anna sheathed her katana, not looking too happy about it.

“So is there any way out of here?” Samuel asked.

“Not that we know,” Harland said.

Now that the door was open, I saw what each of them looked like. Harland was a black man, well-muscled and garbed in desert camo. He looked more government than I did. An AR-15 was slung across his back, and his face carried a hard and determined expression. Kris was a short yet pretty woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, also dressed in desert camo. Drake was large, muscular, and white as a ghost, wearing a stained white tank top and camo pants. He had two pistols holstered on either side, and, curiously, three long javelins pointing up from his back. His left arm bore a tattoo with simple Roman numerals: “XIII.” His face was tough, solid, and carried several deep scars.

They were sizing us up, too. I’m sure they thought I wasn’t tough, based off my age, but I had learned a lot in the past three weeks. I’d grown tougher in the past three weeks than in the past three years.

“How long have you guys been here?” Samuel asked.

“Two weeks,” Kris said, shaking a blonde bang out of her eye. “And we’ve been trying to figure out how to get out ever since. The land will look empty occasionally. But every time we try to leave, they come out, sending us back here.”

“You guys Empire?” Samuel asked.

The three looked at each other for a moment.

“Yeah, we are,” Harland said. “No point in trying to hide it.”

“Bunker crawlers, are you?”

“What does it matter?” Harland asked. “I can see you guys are the same. No other reason for you to be here. I don’t know if you are working for the United States, as you claim, but whatever we find in the Bunker is ours.”

Anna, Lisa, and Makara stepped forward, reaching for their weapons. The three Novans backed off, reaching for theirs.

“Stop!” I said. “You all are going to kill each other — over what? No one’s making it to the Bunker anyway unless we can get out of this.” I looked from our group to the other. “Maybe we can help each other out.”

“Well,” Harland said, “the Bunker isn’t far. Just downstairs, in fact. You guys were right on the money as far as making it.”

“Wait,” Samuel said. “What do you mean, right downstairs?”

Once again, the Novans looked at each other, confused. An uncomfortable silence hung over the two groups.

“Yes,” Harland said. “There is a door, in the basement. Only we can’t figure out how to get it open.”

“A door?” I asked. “What kind of door? I might be able to help.”

“I doubt it. It’s the entrance to Bunker 40. I’m sure you guys know about it, if you’re already here. One thing is for sure: whatever’s in there doesn’t want anyone else coming in.”

“There’s probably no one inside,” I said. “Might just be locked from the inside. If there is, no one would be there to open it.”

Harland shot me an annoyed look before turning back to Samuel. “If we could somehow bust that thing open, we might have a shot of getting out of here. There could be an exit somewhere outside where the monsters aren’t. Meanwhile, we could just split whatever we could carry. Only we’ve been trying to open that door ever since we got here. It’s sealed tight.”

“No harm in our taking a look,” Samuel said.

“No chance of blowing that thing off,” I said. “It was designed to withstand a hydrogen bomb.”

I noticed Drake was staring at me. If he was trying to get to me, it wasn’t working. I stared back, letting him know he wouldn’t intimidate me.

“Alex,” Samuel said. “You’re from 108. Any ideas on how to get into this one?”

I shook my head. “Unless they’re opened from the inside, there is no way to get in.”

“So we’re really stuck here,” Makara said. “Still hundreds of miles left to go.”

Makara realized her slip, but showed nothing on her face to reveal it. The Novans knew we weren’t here for Bunker 40, but something else.

“Where are you headed?” Harland asked casually.

“That’s classified,” Samuel said. “Besides, even if there were a way out through this Bunker, we’d still need to get to the Recon. There would be no way to cross the distance we need without one.”

“Recon, huh?” Harland said. “You guys’ve got lots of fancy toys. Maybe you really are government.”

I gave the man a hard stare. “As such, whatever’s in that Bunker belongs to us.”

Harland smiled. “We’re working together. Why not reap the spoils together?”

I turned from Harland to Samuel. “What do you propose? The Recon is in the garage, surrounded by hundreds of monsters. There’s no busting out unless they leave.”

“If they don’t get in first,” Kris said.

“All the ways out are shut off,” Harland said. “You guys were lucky to try the garage first. That was the only way we left open.”

“We could at least try to get into the Bunker,” Anna said. “See what our options there are.”

“Regardless,” Makara said, “we’re not getting out of here unless all those things outside die. There’s eight of us, and thousands of them. This might sound crazy, but I think we can do it.”

“How?” both Harland and Kris asked at the same time.

“We fight,” Makara said, simply. “But we’re going to need more than what we have here.”

“Bunkers are loaded with weapons and supplies,” I said. “If we could get in…”

Harland and Kris looked at each other. Drake grunted, squinting an eye. I guess that was his way of agreeing.

“Let’s try to figure this out,” Harland said. “Maybe you will have more luck than us. Follow me.”

Chapter 15

Harland led us downstairs. The only sound in the building’s cold halls was footsteps echoing off metal. I could hear the muffled wails and screams of the monsters outside. I tried not to think what would happen if those thousands of creatures somehow found their way in.

We reached the ground floor we had come in. Still, Harland kept going down to the building’s basement. The air grew wet and dank. Once we reached the bottom, we followed Harland down a dark hallway, my footsteps splashing through puddles. This would be the perfect time for them to ambush us, but our hands were not far from our weapons of choice.

“Keep moving,” Drake said, in a deep, gravelly voice.

The hallway opened into a large room. We shined our flashlights around it. The room was empty and square-shaped, the walls of gray brick. The only feature of any importance was a large, circular vault door, made of thick metal, set into the brick wall. The number 40 was impressed in its center. The door was smooth. There was no mark or scratch on it, nor any handle. The crack between door and wall was the width of a human hair, so exactly measured that the door could open and close, but only from the other side. That door was never meant to be opened from our side.

“This is it,” Harland said. “Bunker 40.”

Samuel stepped forward and placed his hand on the smooth metal. He did not speak.

“Any ideas on how to open this thing?” Makara asked.

I walked up to the door, joining Samuel. There was no secret way to open the door — at least, not that I knew of. Like Samuel, I ran my hand across the cold metal, as if that might give me some clue in opening it. Everyone looked at me as if I were performing voodoo magic on it.

“These things were designed to never be opened,” I said. “Except from the inside.”

My statement was met with silence. I looked around the door, and noticed a camera sitting above the bunker door. Its lens gazed down at me.

I pointed to it. “That thing still work?”

Harland shrugged. “I’d be surprised if it did. We’ve tried talking into it, but nothing happened.”

I looked into the camera. Bunker 108 had a similar camera, though it was not as conspicuous as this one. Ours had been built into the rock, and could not be found by the casual observer. The camera was how the doorman knew whom to let in, and out.

If there were a doorman for Bunker 40, I had to try speaking to him.

“Bunker 40,” I said to the camera, “this is Alex Keener, son of Dr. Steven Keener, deceased, of Bunker 108 in the Mojave Sector. If anyone is in there, we are on a mission from the United States government, sanctioned by Chief Security Officer Chan, now deceased.” I paused, and waited for a response, if any. When nothing happened, I continued. “We are on a mission to find Bunker One,” I went on. “We are surrounded by monsters on all sides, and we could use your help. If anyone is in there, please open the door. We are not hostile. We only need your help.”

I didn’t know what else to say. I knew Samuel didn’t want me to give away the mission, but if this was our only shot of getting inside the Bunker, I had to say the money words that would get the door to open.

“This isn’t working,” Makara said. “No one’s in there.”

“We are looking for the Black Files,” I said. “We want to stop the xenovirus.”

“Alex,” Samuel said sternly. “Enough.”

I had given away our mission, and the Bunker door still wasn’t opening. I felt like a complete fool.

“Well,” Harland said, “looks as if you won’t be getting those Black Files. Whatever they are.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “We’re trapped in here. Like I said, unless someone opens that door, we’re stuck here.”

At that moment, a loud thump sounded from the door, causing me to jump back. A thunderous echo reverberated throughout the room. Anna crouched beside me, drawing her katana. The echo faded, and the door was still.

“It’s unlocking,” Kris whispered.

From the other side of the Bunker door, I could hear a low screech as the wheel on the other side turned. The door was opening, and as it did so, cold sweat bathed my skin. Now that it was opening, I somehow didn’t want it to.

“Be ready for anything,” Samuel said.

The wheel stopped turning, and the room went quiet. All I could hear were the breaths of the eight people standing before the Bunker door, weapons ready. The circular vault door cracked open with a groan, revealing a sliver of darkness within. A wave of fetid, stinking air issued from the gap, like the opening of a fresh crypt.

That’s when the Howlers came out.

* * *

Stumbling from the darkness came two human forms. One was male, and one was female, their forms rotted and coated with slime. Their clothes were in tatters, revealing their pale nakedness. They screeched as they shot forward, reaching for me with gnarled, clawed hands.

I raised my Beretta at the male, right in his face as his open mouth went for my neck. I fired. A hole opened through his forehead, and his body fell backward as brain matter spewed from the opposite side of his skull, plastering the Bunker door. He crumpled to the ground in a heap.

The woman went after Anna, who sidestepped her deftly. Anna slashed the Howler woman in the back with her curved blade. The Howler woman wailed in pain, falling to the ground. With her boot, Anna stomped on the Howler woman’s back, pinning her to the ground. I could hear the woman’s skull crack as her face planted on the floor. Anna stabbed downward, right through the back of the woman’s head below the skull.

More Howlers poured from the open door, about a half dozen. Shots were fired, and one of them was felled. But two, one a man and another a child, snuck by and tackled Kris. She screamed as they buried their faces in her neck, ripping still-living flesh from it in quivering gobbets. Blood spewed into the air as her screams became bloody gurgles.

Yelling, Harland pulled one of the monsters off Kris as Anna came forward to sever the adult male’s head from its body with a clean, expert swipe. Lisa handled the child Howler with a look of revulsion on her face, stabbing it in the back of the neck with her combat knife.

In front of me Drake dealt with two Howlers. He pulled a javelin from his quiver and launched it. The javelin speared the head of the Howler, going clear through to the second, skewering them both.

I faced another Howler, a fat male with blackened veins on his pink and cadaverous face. His wide-open white eyes bored into mine as he gave a baleful roar. His hands grabbed my shoulders, causing me to drop my gun. I shook him off, reaching for my knife. I gave a few swipes, hitting only air. The fat Howler leaned forward, backing me into the wall. Desperately I slashed again, spilling his guts. The Howler fell to his knees. I kicked him with my boot, sending him backward to the floor. Samuel, after dispatching the last Howler still standing with a point-blank shot from his handgun, gave another shot to the sprawling fat Howler.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the downed Howlers were bloating. They would explode, coating everything in this room with purple slime infected with the human strain of the xenovirus.

“Run!” I yelled.

Kris convulsed on the floor as we all ran for the hallway to take shelter from the explosions. Drake was the last one out of the blast zone. As soon as he rounded the bend, two gushy plops sounded from the room, followed by several more. Walls of purple slime shot past, splattering against the brick and filling the room with a horrible reek that made me want to throw up.

We waited. When we were sure the bodies were done rupturing, we went back to survey the damage. Mangled, torn bodies littered the room, along with pieces of flesh, bone, and organ that had been propelled by the explosions. The stench was unbearable, one of raw sewage and organic rot.

“Kris…” Harland said.

Harland ran from us. We followed him back to the entrance to the bunker, ready for more of those things to come out. For now, that black entrance was quiet as the grave. Kris was still convulsing, blood coursing from the bite wounds on her neck.

Samuel looked grim. “There is nothing we can do for her.”

Harland was quiet, his eyes burning and unaccepting of the facts.

“She’s infected with the xenovirus,” I said. “She will turn into one of them.”

“Look,” Makara said, walking up with her handgun. “Let me take care of it. Before more of those things come out.”

Harland’s eyes narrowed at her with hatred. “Stay away from her.”

He turned to me.

“You. This is your fault. If you hadn’t opened that door…”

“Back off, Harland,” Makara said. “You don’t want me to get angry with you.”

Drake pulled one of the javelins from his back, arching his arm back.

“Stop!” Samuel yelled. Everyone turned to him. “Kris is gone. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. How long have you been in the Great Blight? Surely you would know about the new strain of the xenovirus that targets humans. And from what you saw back there, I’m sure you know how dangerous it is.”

Harland said nothing, his eyes dark and vengeful. Anna stepped forward.

“Leave this to the pros,” she said.

With that, she arced her blade down in a blur. Kris’s head was promptly sliced off.

Harland roared, turning to Anna. Drake ran forward, grabbing Harland’s arms with his meaty hands.

“Boss,” he said in his deep bass voice, “calm down.”

Harland was livid. It looked as if he wanted nothing more than to murder Anna.

“I did what I had to,” Anna said. “She could have come back any minute as one of them.”

“Won’t she explode?” Makara asked.

I shook my head. “Seems they have to come back to life first. It’s when they get the white eyes that you’ve got to be careful.”

“How do you know that?” Samuel asked, eyes hard.

“Because my friend died before she turned. She…” It was hard to make myself go on. I tried not to think about Khloe, but it was hard. “One of those things bit her back in 108. She died, but I buried her before she turned.”

I left the rest unsaid. I didn’t want to bring that nightmare up again. I didn’t want to think of her buried in the harsh red sand outside Bunker 108 and moving underneath. I liked to think that she rested in peace, and was not one of those monsters.

“Well, I’ll trust you on that one,” Samuel said. “We’ll keep an eye on this body, and make sure nothing happens.” He eyed everyone, including Harland and Drake. “I need you two to help. I don’t know how many of these things are in here, but I need fighters. Are you two good to do that?”

“You’re going in there?” Harland asked. “After all of that?”

Samuel got in his face. “Don’t push me, Imperial. I will do whatever it takes to get my team and myself out of here alive. If you two want to be a part of that, I suggest you help out. You can grieve for your dead later, but everyone will be dead unless we can find an escape through here.”

Drake scowled, but looked to Harland for direction. Harland did not say anything for a long moment. He nodded grimly.

“Lead on.”

Samuel’s eyes narrowed. “We can’t let anything slow us down. They might break in upstairs for all we know.”

I did not want to question Samuel. I really didn’t. I couldn’t contradict him in front of these two. But if what happened at Bunker 108 was any indication, we had no shot at clearing this place out and finding what we needed.

“After you guys,” Harland said. “Drake and I will bring up the rear.”

“That’s fine,” Samuel said. “Just do your job.”

In a swift movement, Drake retrieved his javelin. The two bodies it had pierced crumpled further to the floor.

Harland gave a sneer of a smile, but Samuel ignored it, pressing himself into the darkness of the bunker.

We all followed.

Chapter 16

My stomach twisted as we entered the dark Bunker. With the smell of rot intermixed with the sting of metal, it was hard not to think of that horrible night at 108 that had changed my life forever. The atrium looked nearly the same as the one in my old home. There was a half-circular desk close by the right wall. That’s where Deborah Greene would have sat, back in 108. Deborah was dead, along with everyone else in Bunker 108, my father and best friend included. I half-expected ghosts to float down the halls. I had to do my best to keep it together.

There was a thick metal door behind the desk. I knew what lay beyond it.

“Might not have to go too far after all,” I said. “That door leads to the armory.”

“Nice work,” Samuel said.

Makara hopped over the desk, and gave the door a try. The latch wouldn’t budge.

“Figures,” she said.

Harland had wandered from the group, and was shining his light on a directory on the wall.

“This might help,” he said. “If anyone cares to look.”

Everyone gathered around the map. This bunker was smaller than 108 — I saw that much. It had five levels — 108 had seven — but the layout was much the same. Cafeteria. Commons. Dormitories. An Officers’ Wing. Hydroponics and fusion reactor on the bottom floor.

There was one major difference — there were no labs. Instead, a long tunnel led to the edge of the directory, cutting off there. An arrow pointed upward, off the map. Beside the arrow was the word, “Hangars.”

“Hangars?” Anna asked. “Was this place an airport?”

“Could be,” I said. “Each Bunker was assigned a specialization. 108 and 114 were both medically and research oriented. I don’t know Bunker 40’s designation, but this could have been where planes were kept.”

“Would be nice, just to fly out of here,” Harland said.

No one answered him.

“Nice thought,” Lisa said. “But none of us can fly.”

Harland turned to her, eyeing her up and down. “Now, you’re not bad-looking. What’s your name?”

Lisa shot him a venomous glare. “Done grieving already?”

Harland grinned unashamedly. Lisa turned away with a disgusted look.

“What now?” Makara asked.

“The armory’s accessible from the Officers’ Wing as well,” Samuel said, turning from the map. “So that’s where we’ll go. We can resupply whatever we didn’t have time to grab from the Recon. After that, we can find a way out.” He gestured down the hall. “Let’s go.”

As we walked down the deserted corridors, I noticed that the Bunker was surprisingly clean for something that had been infected with the xenovirus. No xenofungus stained the wall, as it had in Bunker 114. There was only the foreboding smell of decay that promised more trouble ahead.

We came to an intersection. Samuel pointed left, and we followed him.

We walked deeper into the cold bunker, our flashlights bouncing off the walls and corners. It felt as if we were being watched, or that Howlers were waiting for us around the next bend. The fact that we couldn’t see anything past our flashlight beams, nor hear anything, made it worse. There was only the smell.

Soon we stood before an arch in the hallway. Bold letters above read “Officers’ Wing.” Hopefully we could find what we were looking for here.

Samuel motioned me to take the lead. The layout of 40’s Officers’ Wing was basically the same as the one in 108. There were some slight differences I couldn’t explain, but could feel.

I pointed to a nondescript metal door on the left. This one stood half open.

“This is it.”

We turned the corner. Half the guns had been looted, but there was still plenty of firepower left.

“Jackpot,” Makara said.

In addition to the expected handguns and rifles, there were also batons, body armor, grenades, heavy machine guns, and submachine guns. We each already had weapons but we were light on ammunition. I had brought my pack, but the rest hadn’t had time to grab theirs. I rummaged through boxes of 9-millimeter ammo, taking as much as I needed.

“Grab all the ammo you can,” Samuel said. “Alex can carry extra.”

Lisa sorted through packs and boxes until she found .308 rounds for her sniper rifle. She cracked a rare smile. Those rounds were rare, so finding them was a huge boon.

I waited while everyone else loaded up. The plethora of guns before us was tempting, but I liked my Beretta. It felt right in my hands and I wouldn’t dream of replacing it.

It was then that I noticed something was off.

“Wait,” I said.

“What is it?” Samuel asked.

All at once, we realized what was wrong. Harland and Drake were missing.

* * *

“Hey!”

Samuel’s voice boomed into the corridor outside. He ran out, pistol in hand. He scanned left and right, and looked back at us.

“They’re gone. They’re really gone!”

We all hurried out of the armory. Down the hall was an open door. I could have sworn it had been closed a minute ago. A stairway led down into darkness.

“What the hell are they doing?” Samuel asked.

“I don’t know,” Lisa said. “Maybe they went on without us.”

“Something could have snatched them, or drawn them away,” Samuel said. “I am not leaving anyone behind. Even those two.”

“They left us behind,” I said.

“Snatched them?” Makara asked, with an arched eyebrow.

“I don’t know!” Samuel said. “Just let me think.”

“No,” I said. “Let me. They’re trying to trick us.” Everyone looked at me. “They want us to go after them, so they can ambush us.”

Before anyone could respond, we heard two screams coming from the direction of the stairs. It sounded like Harland and Drake.

“We should just leave them there to rot,” Makara said. “Shut the door, bar it, and find another way out.”

“I said, no!” Samuel yelled. “They need our help. No one deserves to be left in here. Not even them.”

Anna brushed a strand of hair from her eye. “Fine,” she said. “But I think you’re making a mistake. Let’s just finish this quickly.”

“Lead away,” Lisa said.

Samuel strode to the door. He pointed the gun down the stairwell. Makara came from behind and shined her flashlight down. The light revealed nothing but thirty to forty steps descending into a dark, claustrophobic corridor. I knew going down was a bad idea, but I kept my mouth shut.

Samuel started down, and the rest of us followed, our feet clanging off the metal. The stench of death became more pungent as we descended. We reached the bottom of the steps, and there the odor of death in the cold air was nearly unbearable. The corridor opened up into a room.

“Quiet,” Samuel muttered.

The three flashlight beams shot around the chamber, revealing the vertical metal bars of prison cells. We were in the detention center. This one was much larger than the one in Bunker 108. There were twelve cells, six on either side.

And all of them were piled with corpses.

“We need to turn back,” I said.

The door above slammed shut and locked from the outside. The slamming echo thundered throughout the cells.

“So I was right,” I said.

The bodies stirred, convulsed, and began writhing like worms in their piles. The ones that broke free shambled up and charged for the bars, their white eyes glowing and soulless.

“Hold your fire!” Samuel said. “As long as they’re in there they can’t hurt us.”

His voice was barely audible above the din of groans. The Howlers slammed into the bars and doors like wild animals desperate to be free.

One of the cell doors crashed open. Several Howlers lumbered out, moving as fast as their unsteady legs could carry them toward us. Another door crashed open, flooding more Howlers into the corridor.

“Samuel, we have to do something,” Makara said.

They howled in unison, moving as one toward us. They were closer — just feet away.

“Samuel!”

“Fire.”

He ducked, and we unleashed our bullets into the infected people. They roared in pain as the bullets entered their chests, their necks, their heads. They dropped, one by one, but more were coming out of the cells.

The first to fall were already bloating.

“Back!” Samuel said.

We moved as far from the bodies as we could. The first of them exploded by the time we reached the stairs. We were well out of range of the splash zone, but we were running out of space to retreat into.

“Fire!” Samuel yelled. “They can’t get close to us! They have to fall where they stand!”

We fired. I reloaded my Beretta, and shot again and again. About two dozen bodies lay piled on the floor. Some were beginning to inflate.

“Back again!”

We retreated up the steps, about halfway. The bodies exploded, sending streams of goo sailing for the bottom of the stairs. The smell was like raw sewage, and it was all I could do not to gag.

“I think that’s all of them,” Makara said.

That was when the heavy sound of breathing filled the chamber. It was coming from something big.

“The hell is that?” I asked.

A giant, freakishly large Howler appeared at the bottom of the stairs. He was at least eight feet tall and twice as wide as a normal man. His thick muscles bulged under thin pink skin. His head was hairless, and his eyes burned like white fire.

Samuel charged forward with a yell. He pointed his gun at the giant’s face, unleashing the rest of his bullets into him. Even after several bullets, the thing didn’t slow. Finally it reached Samuel, grabbing him by the neck. It roared in his face, revealing rows of yellow, razor-sharp teeth.

Samuel aimed right into the giant Howler’s mouth, and fired.

The creature groaned, and loosened its grip. It tumbled to the floor, landing at Samuel’s feet with a crash.

I looked behind. There was nowhere left to run.

I watched in horror as the thing inflated, the liquid surging beneath the skin, building pressure.

The coming explosion would turn us all into these horrible monsters.

Chapter 17

“Run!” Makara yelled.

Everyone ran forward, past the giant, past all the bodies that had just exploded. The entire floor was soaked with purple slime. I slipped across the floor, only saved from falling by Anna’s catching hold of me.

The giant Howler behind us exploded. I kept running, the tail end of the slime splattering where my feet had been just a second before.

I slid to a stop in front of the others.

“Did anyone get hit?” Samuel asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

“Let’s go,” Samuel said.”

“Go where?” Lisa asked.

“Forward. The only way there is to go.”

We followed Samuel into the darkness. Why would they have betrayed us like that?

“They had to have been the same Imperials the Wanderer spoke of,” Lisa said. “I bet they are after the same thing we are: the Black Files. Or, at the least, they are after something in Bunker One and don’t want us to have it.”

“So they used us long enough to get the door open?” Makara asked.

“Yes,” Lisa said. “It’s still hundreds of miles to Bunker One. If we hurry, we can catch up.”

“If we can make it back to the surface,” I said.

“We will,” Samuel said. “I want to teach them a lesson they won’t forget.”

“A bullet in the head will make them forget pretty damn quick,” Makara said.

The corridor ended in another stairwell, spiraling upward. It led to a hatch. Samuel unlatched the door, and pushed it out. We found ourselves in a circular, vertical tunnel. A giant ladder crawled up the side into the darkness above.

“Nowhere to go but up,” Makara said.

“What is it with these Bunkers and really, really tall ladders?” I asked.

No one answered me as Samuel took the lead. Over the next five minutes, we climbed, hundreds upon hundreds of rungs. I tried not to look down. Looking down was like staring into an abyss. It was so dark that I could not tell how high we had climbed.

At last, the group came to a stop. Samuel struggled with the latchwheel at the top — I heard it squeak as he turned it. With a grunt, he forced the hatch open with his powerful shoulders.

Above, the cold wind howled.

We were going back outside.

* * *

I was the last one to crawl out of Bunker 40. As I stepped into the cold elements and slammed the hatch shut behind me, the squish of the xenofungus below my boots was not exactly a welcome change.

It was evening, and the skyscraper to the south was blazoned orange by the sunset. Unearthly screams and howls emanated from the distance. The monsters surrounded the building, thinking we were there. I didn’t want to stick around to find out how long it would take for them to figure out we weren’t.

We had nothing but the clothes on our backs, our weapons, and copious amounts of ammunition we no longer necessarily needed. Our Recon and supplies were back at the building, surrounded by monsters that we could never hope to break through.

Our choices were fighting our way through, or going on.

“What are we going to do?”

My voice sounded more hopeless than I’d intended. As the others talked about what to do next, Anna stood next to me and grabbed my hand. One by one, her fingers intertwined with mine, and the feeling of her warm hand there made me feel weak. The action surprised me for its boldness. I turned to look at her, but she merely gazed intently at the building, tinted orange from the dull sunlight fading behind the clouds.

“We’ll find a way,” she said. “Just don’t give up.”

What was left of the sun descended behind the western mountains, plunging the valley into darkness.

Anna let go of my hand as the others turned around.

“What did you guys decide?” Anna asked.

Samuel said nothing, and merely shined his light down on the xenofungus. The layer here was thin, and beneath it was tarmac.

“A runway?” Makara asked.

“Yes,” Samuel said. “If there’s a runway here, there should be hangars somewhere nearby. We’ll freeze if we have to stay out here for the night.”

“I don’t see anything resembling a hangar out here,” Lisa said.

“We’ll just have to follow the runway and look,” Samuel said.

“What about the Recon?” I asked.

“One thing at a time,” Samuel said. “I just need to make sure we don’t die from exposure or the crawlers.”

Something caught my eye. A vertical sliver of light appeared in the direction of a nearby hill.

“I think we found our hangar,” I said.

The sliver grew wider and wider, revealing more light.

“It’s built into that hill,” Samuel said. “I think we found our friends.”

“Are they flying a plane?” I asked.

“I don’t care,” Makara said. “It’s payback time.”

Everyone ran ahead, and it was all I could do to keep up. As we got closer to the light, I could make out the shape of a low, sleek jet. As it rolled out of the hill and into the valley, the roar of its engine filled the valley with pulses of sound. That sound would draw every one of those creatures in this direction.

The plane took on a sudden burst of speed. It rocketed toward us, quickly closing the distance.

“Out of the way!” Samuel yelled.

Everyone dived out of the plane’s way as it screamed past us. I turned to watch its six thrusters, arranged in the shape of a circle, burn a fiery blue as the plane arched up from the ground and streaked through the sky. The plane’s sound waves thundered against the ground as it disappeared into the night.

When the noise died, it was replaced with another one — the monsters, screeching and wailing. They were coming this way.

“Let’s move!” Samuel yelled.

Samuel sprinted for the open doors of the hangar. Behind, the creatures’ unearthly screams came closer.

We entered the hangar doors. We had to find a way to close them before it was too late.

“Search for a switch,” Samuel said. “Anything!”

My eyes scanned the walls. These doors had to close, or we would be overwhelmed. I saw a silver box affixed to the wall. I opened the box and saw the words “Hangar Doors” above one of the many red buttons. I pressed it.

The doors screeched, forcing themselves shut ever so slowly.

I ran back to the front, where the rest of the group stood. Lisa had taken a position on top of some nearby crates, and was readying the scope of her rifle. Anna stood with her katana in front of her, as calm as if she were doing one of her meditations. Makara held her pistol with both hands, facing outward. Samuel and I took our positions beside her, pointing our guns into the darkness.

A large, lumbering creature that might have once been a bear charged between the closing doors, going right for Makara. We unloaded into it, and it gave out a baleful roar as it snapped its jaws. With a long, fleshy arm, it began a swipe of its scythe-like claws at Makara. But a loud crack sounded in the hangar and the beast fell dead. Lisa had shot it in the head.

The doors were almost shut, but before they closed two more crawlers slipped in. They slithered along the ground with their bowed legs. Long, curved teeth lined the insides of their powerful jaws, and their all-white eyes burned fiercely.

They circled around us, waiting to strike. We fired at them, but it was as if they could anticipate our movements. At every shot, they danced out of the way.

Lisa, from above, aimed at one of them, and bided her time for the perfect shot.

One of them broke, going straight for me. Anna stepped in front of me, using her blade as a shield. The creature screamed as its neck was ripped open by the blade, and purple liquid oozed from the gash as the crawler crashed into the floor next to me.

The other one hissed, and fell upon Samuel like lightning. He was tackled to the floor, but before the creature could sink its teeth into his neck, Makara and I pulled it off. The thing was slippery, and the slime on its skin burned on contact. The crawler slipped through my hands, targeting me. Makara tried to hold it off. I could feel its drool dripping on my neck.

Bam.

The creature collapsed on top of my chest, knocking the wind out of my lungs. Anna had shot it with her sidearm.

The others pulled the monster off me. It took a moment before I could breathe again.

“Alex, are you alright?” Makara asked.

“Here,” Samuel said, handing me a canteen. “Wash off with this. It probably doesn’t have the human strain in it but it pays to be careful.”

“Thanks,” I said, my voice raspy.

I washed off my hands and neck, and stared at the three bodies on the floor. I didn’t know why it was only the human ones that exploded. I was thankful we didn’t have to worry about it.

Everyone stood for a moment, catching their breath. Outside, we could hear the horde screaming and howling.

“We need to secure the perimeter and come up with a plan,” Samuel said.

We walked around the large hangar, checking for any doors, holes, or cracks where anything could slip through. There seemed to be no entry except for where we had come in. Soon I found myself focusing on the cargo plane that was still parked in the far corner of the hangar.

If they could fly a plane, who was to say we couldn’t?

“I want to check that plane out,” I said.

“Good idea,” Samuel said. “There could be food, water, or other supplies. Why don’t you and Anna do that?”

Anna nodded toward the plane. “Come on.”

A boarding staircase led up to the door. I was afraid it might be locked, but the door opened right up when I tried the latch, revealing the plane’s interior. Anna stepped inside, pointing her flashlight left and right. In the back of the plane were crates of MREs. Looking at the dates, I saw they were long expired.

We walked into the cockpit. I noticed two large pilot chairs, and behind each of them additional chairs. There were hundreds of buttons, a control stick in front of the pilot’s chair, and a large LCD screen set in the control panel, midway between the pilot’s and the copilot’s chairs.

“Cool.”

I stood there a moment, and the LCD screen flashed on automatically. It startled me; it must have sensed our motion. The screen displayed a map of the United States, and several red circles, each marked with a number — 21, 33, 105. I didn’t see the point of any of it. I saw 108, right there in the San Bernardino Mountains. 114 was not too far northwest of it. I realized that these were Bunker locations.

I searched for 40. I found it in northeastern Arizona, near the border of New Mexico.

“Do you think this plane works?” Anna asked.

“It did for them,” I said. “But maybe Harland is a trained pilot. None of us could ever fly this thing.”

It was too bad. Taking this plane would cut an enormous amount of time on our journey. We might even make it to Bunker One tonight, if only we had someone who knew how to fly.

I turned my attention back to the screen. Most of the numbering was gray. Bunkers 23, 40, 76, 88, 108, 114 had red lettering. I guessed that the gray meant that the bunker was no longer operational. At the time 40 had fallen, which must have not been too long ago, there were still six bunkers left. The only ones unaccounted for were 76 and 88. They were both located on the West Coast — one near San Francisco, and the other near Portland. Not far enough for the Blights to have reached them. I wondered if they were still operating.

My attention homed in on Bunker One. There it was, right there…Cheyenne, Colorado. According to the map, we were at the halfway point.

I touched the red dot of Bunker One. The screen responded, and flashed.

“Location selected,” came a female voice from the dash. “Initiating launch sequence.”

“Oh, shit,” I said.

I searched the screen madly for some way to abort it. But the screen had faded, and I could feel the plane thrum as the engines roared to life.

Samuel burst into the cockpit.

“Alex, what the hell is going on?”

I turned around. “I…I don’t know. I just pressed it, and it looks as if it’s going to take off.”

Samuel scanned the screen. It had come back on, showing the map again. On top of the screen, it read, “autopilot engaged.”

“Autopilot,” Samuel said. “They weren’t flying it at all. The plane’s computer was doing that.”

“Is that where they’re going?” I asked. “Bunker One?”

Everyone else ran into the cockpit.

“Alex, what the hell did you do?” Makara asked.

“I don’t know, I…”

“Wait,” Lisa said. “This might be our way out. We have no other chance with those monsters out there.”

“Shit, the hangar doors!” Samuel said. “They’re still closed. We can’t leave if someone doesn’t open them…”

“Whoever does that might die,” Makara said. “They wouldn’t be able to get back on the plane.”

The plane started moving.

“Well,” Samuel said. “We’re screwed.”

The plane wheeled toward the doors and stopped before them. Slowly, they rolled back on their own.

“They’re opening!” Samuel said.

“Must have been programmed into the hangar somehow,” I said.

As soon as the doors opened even a crack, the monsters started pouring into the hangar. They could do nothing to us as the plane wheeled forward, crushing them beneath the front wheels.

“We can’t take off as long as any of them are blocking the runway,” Samuel said.

The plane’s landing lights flashed on, revealing a sea of crawlers, their white glowing eyes staring back at us from the darkness. They pushed toward the plane as if of one mind.

“We’re not going to make it,” Makara said.

As soon as she said that, the plane stopped. In the back, I could hear something moving.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Obstruction noted,” the voice said. “Engaging in vertical launch mode.”

We all fell to the ground as the floor lifted up from under us.

“Find a chair and strap in,” Samuel said. “We’re taking off!”

I found the seat behind the copilot’s chair, and strapped myself in. As everyone else found seats, the plane paused, levitating in midair. The thrusters turned again and engaged. We surged forward, the acceleration pushing me back into my seat.

We arced upward, toward the night sky, leaving the Great Blight under us. I looked out the window to see the dark world fall away.

I could only hope there was a runway to land on when we got there.

Chapter 18

We had been on the plane an hour. I headed to the back, out of the cockpit and into the cargo area. I found a seat where I could get a moment of peace before the plane descended.

Next to me was a circular window, and I could not stop looking out of it. For the first time in my life, I saw the moon and stars. They sparkled, countless, dotting the midnight sky. I never imagined there would be so many. Though beautiful, they made me feel sad, in a way. We had lost so much because of Ragnarok. It would take decades for the fallout to dissipate enough for them to be seen again from the surface. How many generations would that take? Would there even be another generation to watch them?

“You look quite pensive.”

I nearly jumped out of my seat. It was Anna.

“You snuck up on me.”

She sat next to me. My heart raced as I felt her shoulder touch mine.

“Sorry if that was weird, earlier,” she said.

It took me a moment to realize she was talking about holding my hand.

“No, it wasn’t weird at all. I guess I just didn’t realize…”

I trailed off, and looked into her eyes. She wanted me to go on, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t want to assume too much.

“I almost wish we didn’t have to go back down,” Anna said. “The stars are better company than those monsters.”

Anna seemed distant, for some reason.

“You alright?” I asked.

She sighed. “I don’t know. Guess we’ll find out here in a few, right?”

I smiled. “Guess so.”

She smiled, too. I felt a moment of tension, of expectation. I really wanted to hold her at that moment.

“Anna, I just wanted to say…it wasn’t weird at all. In fact, I….”

She waited for me to finish. Why were these things always so hard?

“I’m glad you decided to stay,” I said. “Because…”

Anna smiled. She touched my face with her right hand, and I was glad for the darkness, because it felt like my face was on fire from blushing. That was when I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned into me, the warmth of her body nestling into mine. My heart raced; I couldn’t believe it was happening, that this beautiful girl might actually like me.

She leaned her head against my shoulder and closed her eyes. She seemed content to just be held.

I held each of her hands with my own, and rested my head on top of hers. As I felt myself dozing off, I felt happy and peaceful for the first time in a while. I just hoped we survived whatever it was that waited down there, because I didn’t want this to be the last time I held her.

* * *

My stomach suddenly lifted as the plane descended, rousing me from sleep. Bleary-eyed, I saw Anna next to me also getting up.

“Already?” she asked.

“We should probably go back up front,” I said.

We both stood, but Anna did not take her eyes off me. She stared into me, as if searching for something. I brushed a strand of her hair from over her eye. I grabbed her hands, and was about to lean in and kiss her…

Some turbulence rocked the plane, sending us both to the floor. The plane rocked for the next few seconds before it steadied.

Anna heaved an exasperated sigh. “We better get up there.”

I was frustrated that the moment was shattered by something as mundane as turbulence. My main fear was that we would all die down there before I even had the chance to kiss her.

Anna and I stood and went to the cockpit. We strapped ourselves in, and readied ourselves for what promised to be a rough landing.

Within fifteen minutes we would know whether we were going to live, or die.

* * *

We entered a layer of red clouds, and the stars above were lost for good. I didn’t know if I would see them again.

The LCD map showed that we were above Bunker One. I had no idea how that thing could even position us. I thought that most, if not all, satellites were no longer operational. But apparently there was something up there positioning us.

The clouds broke and there was a mountain right in front of us, coated in snow. We would hit it in seconds.

“What the hell?” Samuel grabbed the control stick and tried forcing it left. But the control stick was locked in place.

Makara grabbed his hand. “What are you doing? You can’t fly this thing!”

“Better me than crashing into that mountain.”

“Stop,” Anna said. She pointed. “I see something.”

There was a straight line on the mountainside. At first I couldn’t see what it was. I realized that a long landing strip was built into the side of the mountain. It was illuminated with lights along its length.

“It’s taking us there,” I said. “It was right all along.”

Samuel let go of the control stick. The plane veered to the right, arcing toward the runway.

“I can’t believe we’re back,” Makara said. “It’s so long ago that it happened.”

“Yeah,” Samuel said.

Makara and Samuel were both from Bunker One. They had escaped it as kids from this very landing strip, back in 2048 when it fell to an attack of monsters. During the attack, both of their parents died, as well as most of the other Bunker inhabitants who could not escape.

The landing strip was empty. The lights suggested that someone was inside.

“Looks like they’re already here,” Samuel said.

“I wonder if they know we followed them,” I said. “Did they go to Bunker 40 because they knew about the planes?”

“Maybe,” Lisa said, “but we need to get ready. We’re almost there.”

The long runway stretched out before us. I could hear the plane’s wheels deploy from the bottom of the hull. We descended toward the mountainside.

That’s when I saw that the runway was not completely empty.

A few crawlers covered the runway. We landed with a thud, the skidding wheels nearly sending me out of my seat.

The brakes automatically slowed the plane, but from time to time a crawler crunched under the wheel, rocking the plane and throwing it off-kilter.

The edge of the runway was fast approaching, and there was nothing but darkness beyond. We were slowing — but it would not be enough.

“We need to jump out,” Samuel said. “Come on!”

We got up and struggled our way to the door. Samuel reached it first and popped it open. Below the plane, the tarmac glided by. We were still going too fast.

But the plane tilted forward. We all had to jump.

“Here I go!”

Makara hopped, tucking in and landing with a roll. Anna followed after her, then Lisa.

Samuel nodded. “Go, Alex!”

I jumped, feeling the cold wind rush past my face and butterflies rise in my stomach. God, this was going to hurt. I landed with a thud, tucking in like Makara, rolling forward to break my fall.

Surprised I was still in one piece, I stood, finding myself at the edge of the runway, mere inches from the cliff. I saw Samuel, to my right, roll to a stop.

With a thunderous creak on my left, the plane tilted forward, sliding down the mountainside. The giant vehicle crashed into the rocks below, sending up an enormous plume of flame. The reek of jet fuel stung my nostrils and lungs, the fire heating my face with its glow.

A hand pulled me back.

“Stay alive,” Anna said. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“The colors were too pretty, I guess,” Lisa said.

“We need to get inside,” Samuel said, stepping forward. “Those crawlers are on the way.”

He pointed toward an open door built into the mountain. In their haste, Harland and Drake had not even seen fit to shut it. Their plane was parked neatly just a few feet away.

“We have to reach the Black Files before they do,” Makara said.

“We know this place like the back of our hands,” Samuel said. “We have to make it to the research lab and access the computer.”

The cold ring of steel echoed in the air as Anna drew her blade. “We have company.”

Three of the crawlers loped toward our position. Their long necks and heads undulated back and forth, and jagged teeth jutted from their mouths. Their white eyes burned. I would never get used to seeing those.

The first crawler shot for Makara. Anticipating its move, she dodged to the side in a fluid motion, arching back her knife to deliver a killing blow in its neck. The monster squealed as purple goo sprayed from the wound. It convulsed before growing still.

Anna charged for the other two. They broke, surrounding her on both sides. I ran forward, Beretta in hand, firing at the one on the left. It hissed, and charged after me.

Samuel stepped beside me. The crawler ran toward us, and together, Samuel and I fired at it. With a shriek, the crawler fell dead, its momentum carrying it forward before it stopped at our feet.

Several of the bullets connected. The creature went limp, rolling on the ground with its momentum and stopping dead at our feet.

Anna handled the last one with an expert swing of her blade, severing its head from its body.

“That takes care of that,” she said.

“Inside!” Samuel said.

We ran for Bunker One across the tarmac. The cold wind tore at my skin. It must have been way below freezing in the frigid mountain air. If we were out here for even an hour, we’d die of exposure.

We stepped inside the darkness of the Bunker and slammed the metal door shut behind us. Samuel latched it, and a few seconds later the creatures that had been chasing us slammed against the door.

“I can’t believe it,” Makara said. “We’re actually here.”

Someone had left the lights on in here, too. Before us was a long hallway, with no doors on either side.

“This tunnel goes on for a while,” Makara said. “It leads to some stairs and a bank of elevators.”

“Is this the only way to the runway?” I asked.

“There’s a large hangar, but this is the way Samuel and I came when we escaped. More of a side entrance.” She paused. “Ten thousand people used to live here, and not even ten percent of them survived that night.”

Her eyes were distant. I knew what she was thinking — her parents might be in here, somewhere. Hopefully, they rested in peace and hadn’t turned into Howlers.

“We have to go,” Samuel said. “Get the Files, and bury the past once and for all.”

Samuel headed forward, into the tunnel. We followed.

Chapter 19

Makara was right; Bunker One was huge.

We made it to the elevator bank, continued on to the stairwell and descended…down and down and down. I stopped counting after twenty flights.

“There are fifty-two floors,” Makara said. “Not counting the L Levels.”

“L Levels?” I asked.

“The labs,” she said. “Only scientists were allowed in. It is protected by a huge vault door, not unlike the ones that guard a typical Bunker from the outside. They didn’t want anyone getting in that wasn’t supposed to be there.”

“I wonder what they were hiding,” I said.

“We’re about to find out,” Samuel said. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

“It’s too quiet,” Anna said. “I don’t like it.”

“Yeah,” Lisa said. “Would have expected something to be attacking us in here. But it’s as if someone came in and cleaned everything up.”

“The lights are on, too,” Anna said. “Someone’s keeping house.”

Well, if anyone was here, they sure were keeping quiet.

Finally we arrived at the first floor.

“Well, we made it,” Makara said. “Thought all along we would have to bust in through the front.”

“It’s better this way,” Samuel said. “Stay alert. Who knows what surprises our friends left for us?”

Samuel forced the door open, and my breath caught. “Giant” did not even begin to describe the room we had entered. No, not a room. A chamber, a cavern, though manmade. It must have taken years to carve out.

It was basically a gigantic vertical tunnel. I looked up and saw the rock ceiling hundreds of feet above. It probably would take at least a minute to walk across the chamber’s entire diameter. The railed edges of floor upon floor ringed the tunnel’s circumference. It was like a circular skyscraper, only underground. Lights lit the place only dimly, so I couldn’t see its entire scope. Hundreds of doors and openings and archways lined the floors — things that looked as if they had once been stores, restaurants, dorms, places to relax.

This hadn’t been a Bunker. It had been an entire underground city.

“Home sweet home,” Makara said.

In front of us was a red stain on the rock floor, the remains of someone’s grisly death years ago. The body was gone.

“Labs are this way,” Samuel said.

We followed Samuel across the massive chamber, but I couldn’t keep from looking up. It must have taken an army of thousands of turned creatures to bring down a place like this. That army must have been controlled, somehow. I wondered what could be powerful and intelligent enough to do that. I didn’t want to think of the answer.

Samuel went through a large opening into a wide corridor. The corridor sloped downward. The echoes of our footsteps were painfully loud. Anyone or anything would hear us coming from a mile away.

A bullet whizzed past my head, forcing me to the ground. Falling to the ground had become an ingrained habit of mine.

“They’re right ahead of us,” Samuel said.

I looked ahead. Both Harland and Drake were kneeling behind a railing that served as a barricade. They were right in front of the vault door marked “Lab Levels.”

“Damn it, they’re guarding the entrance!” Samuel said.

“Because they can’t get in,” Makara said. “That thing is locked tight.”

“If they want me to open it again, they have another think coming,” I said.

“I don’t think anyone could open that, other than with brute force,” Samuel said.

“Well,” Makara said, “let’s take care of these guys, first.

“Wait,” I said. “Something’s wrong. They’re not doing anything.”

Silence. Then an explosion rocked the entire tunnel. It shook the ceiling, the walls, and the floor. Rock cracked and fell from the ceiling, threatening to bury us alive.

We all ran forward under a hail of bullets. They were forcing us out of the tunnel, out of cover, right into their sights.

A bullet nicked my boot and, lucky for me, it didn’t hit anything. But with a few more seconds of this, one of us would be dead. Maybe all of us.

I fell to the ground behind a rock that had crashed against the floor. Everyone else took their places beside me as the tunnel behind continued to collapse on itself.

I looked into the dark tunnel we had just run out of. Rocks buried the entire thing. That’s when I noticed there were only four of us.

Lisa was gone.

“Lisa?” Makara shouted.

“I don’t think she made it,” I said.

Makara shook her head in denial. Her eyes watered as her face turned red.

Samuel grabbed her shoulder. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Lisa!” Makara screamed.

She stood up and ran back to the tunnel. More bullets filled the air, threatening to end her life.

I jumped from cover, and landed on her, bringing her to the ground.

She turned around, and was so pissed that she actually bit me. Tears were in her eyes as she fought back. I pulled her back to the rock. She went limp.

“She’s gone,” I said. “I’m not letting you die, too.”

“We have to stay alive,” Samuel said.

Even if we got out of this one alive, we were stuck. The tunnel behind us had collapsed, and there was an inaccessible vault door in front. We were trapped in here, along with the two idiots who cut off the only escape.

Makara reached into her pack. Tears in her eyes, she held a grenade.

“This might work,” she said. “As soon as it goes off, charge the bastards and finish the job.”

She pulled the plug, waited a second, and lobbed it overhand. She closed her eyes, waiting for the boom.

Nothing happened. It was a dud.

No one said anything. It was as if everyone had given up.

“Nice try,” Harland said. “Just open the door, like last time. We’ll spare your lives.”

“I’m not opening that damn thing for you,” I yelled. “You just killed one of our own.”

“Those Black Files are ours,” Harland said. “This is the sovereign territory of the Empire, and anything in it belongs to us.”

“You’ll have to kill us first,” I said.

“We’re working on that,” Harland said. “Serves you right for Kris earlier.”

“That was no one’s fault, and you damn well know it,” Samuel yelled.

Harland didn’t respond to that. It was another moment before he spoke.

“It seems we have reached an impasse. One of us is going to have to back down. Those Black Files are not going to be yours.”

“We need them,” Samuel said. “With that info we can find out how to stop the Blights. Maybe even the xenovirus. You have no idea what you’re doing by taking those files back to the Empire.”

“I don’t understand,” Anna said. “Aren’t the files digital? Why can’t we both have them?”

“The Empire doesn’t want anyone privy to that info,” Harland said.

“Well, you can’t get in there unless we open the door,” I said. “You need us, and you’re not getting anywhere without us. And guess what? We’re not helping you. If you had joined up with us like we had planned, we wouldn’t be dealing with any of this, and our friend wouldn’t be dead.”

“I’m tired of this,” Makara said. “They die.”

“No,” I said. “You’ll get yourself killed.”

Makara sighed. “I don’t care. Someone has to attack them. There’s four of us and two of them. No one’s getting out of here alive, so we have to make a move at some point.”

A loud shot rang out in the room. It came from the rubble in the tunnel. I heard Drake scream from behind the barricade.

“Lisa,” I said. “She’s alive!”

Another shot fired. It zinged off the metal. I heard Harland curse from the direction of the door.

“Now!” Samuel said.

We all followed Samuel’s lead as he ducked from behind the boulder and charged for the door. Harland was still in shock at being sniped at, so he didn’t react fast enough. As he was raising his gun, Samuel, Makara, and I all shot him. He gave a raspy groan as his eyes widened. He fell to his knees, right beside Drake, who had a bullet in his forehead.

We all turned around. Lisa was not in sight. We ran to the tunnel and saw her.

She was lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. A sharp rock had gashed into her from above.

Makara ran and knelt beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Lisa…Lisa, you hear me?”

“Yeah. I’m here. I’m alright.”

She was not alright. She was battered and bruised all over, and her blue eyes were shut in pain. Her rifle was cradled in her arms.

“Lisa…”

Samuel took a shirt from his pack and placed it on a nasty gash on Lisa’s abdomen. She hissed in pain as pressure was applied. Too much blood was pouring out.

“Don’t bother,” she said. “I don’t have long. The old man was right.”

“What do you mean?” Makara asked. “You can’t die. I need you.”

Lisa smiled. “He said there would be a time where I thought I was done. He said that was when I had to try harder, or everyone else would die. I tried, Makara. I got strength from I don’t know where to finish the job and crawl out of those rocks. I have no strength. I can’t go on.”

Her voice was raspy. Makara shook her head fiercely.

“No. You’re wrong. You still have to try. You can’t give up.”

Samuel’s face was pale. Lisa looked at Makara, tears in her eyes.

“Take my gun,” she said. “Don’t leave it here with me, in this place.”

Makara shook her head again. “No. You’re not going to die. Quit saying that.”

“The old man was right. I did my part. Finish…”

“Lisa, no…”

Lisa’s haunting blue eyes stared upward. She did not complete her sentence. She relaxed against the hard ground, her wavy brown hair fanned and matted to the floor from her blood.

Makara’s shoulders shook. Her face was a mixture of anger and devastation. She still held Lisa’s lifeless hand. It looked as if she would never let it go.

No one said a word. No one knew how Makara would react. I just stared at Lisa, tears in my eyes.

Finally, Makara stood, her face hardening. She grabbed the sniper rifle. No one knew what she was going to do with it.

“Makara.”

She turned to face me. Her face was harder than the rock of the walls. She didn’t say anything. She strapped the rifle to her back.

“Let’s go,” she said.

She looked at Lisa one last time. For a minute, it seemed her composure would break. Her lips quivered before they stilled. She knelt down one last time, and closed Lisa’s eyes, her hand shaking.

We watched as she walked to the vault door. She ignored the bodies of Harland and Drake, not even minding their blood. Her boots made a sticky sound as she stood before the door.

“This is Makara Neth, citizen of Bunker One. Open.”

The doors did not respond. Makara stood, her arms flexing. The doors stayed shut, immovable as mountains.

“It’s no good,” Samuel said. “We don’t have clearance. None of us do.”

Makara pounded on the door. “Cornelius Ashton, I know you’re in there. I know you didn’t die. You need to open this door. Now.”

Anna and I looked at each other. Cornelius Ashton, author of the Black Files…was he still alive?

“Cornelius?” Anna whispered.

“Dr. Cornelius Ashton,” I said. “But he’s dead. He’s not here…”

“Someone’s here,” Samuel said, almost in a growl. “Someone has the lights on. Someone cleaned up all the bodies.”

Makara was screaming. “Open this goddamn door or I’m going to…”

The vault door hissed, creaking open inch by inch. The lab within was dark. Makara continued standing in front of the door, not seeming to care that her voice command had actually worked.

She turned to us. “Come on.”

She walked into the darkness of the labs. We rushed to join her.

Lisa’s body was still. It seemed so wrong to leave her here, but we had no other choice.

The Black Files awaited us. But to Makara, they would never be worth the price.

Chapter 20

We entered the main part of the lab. Hundreds of computers, powered off, sat in long lines in the middle of the room. Chairs still sat in front of most of them. Unlike the rest of the bunker, this part was clean. No one had been in here since it had been evacuated. Or someone had been in here and had been keeping things tidy.

Against the far wall was a large screen. As soon as we entered the room, a computerized female voice spoke.

“Powering on.”

In a flash, the fluorescent lights powered on, temporarily blinding me. The computers in their long lines snapped on one by one, filling the room with an iridescent glow. Large machines against the walls — probably more computers — powered on with low hums. The entire lab was starting up. I wondered where the power source was, and how it was still running after all these years. Maybe it had been designed to do so.

Samuel walked to the big screen, and stood at a terminal before it.

Of the doctor, there was no sign. The lab looked as empty as it probably had for the past twelve years.

“He’s not here,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter,” Samuel said. “The Files are ours.”

The computer was already on, ready to go. All Samuel had to do was do a search for the Black Files. He would have them in seconds.

Samuel typed “Black Files” into the computer’s search bar. Instantly, a link appeared: Black Files, The. Dr. Cornelius Ashton. Compiled Xenobiological Research, 2042-2048, property of the Government of the United States of America. CLASSIFIED. Security Clearance Omega.

“Security Clearance Omega?” I asked.

“It means the U.S. does not want us accessing these files,” Samuel said. “But I’ll try.”

Makara watched, not speaking. Anna stood nearby with katana in hand.

“I’ll try my log-in credentials from Bunker 114. Maybe that will be good enough.”

Samuel logged in. The computer paused for a moment, as if thinking. It flashed its message across the screen: Access granted. Welcome, Assistant Chief Scientist, Samuel Neth.

“Assistant Chief Scientist,” Anna said. “Sounds serious.”

“That was not my station,” Samuel said. “Someone’s updated this to recognize my name. Or maybe the computers at Bunker 114 recorded the deaths of the scientists there, so it automatically gives me clearance to these files.”

“Congrats on your promotion,” I said.

Makara remained silent, her face like stone.

They were on the screen: the Black Files we had all been waiting for.

“They are only eighty pages long,” Samuel said, with a frown. “I was expecting more. Much more.”

“You sound disappointed,” I said.

Samuel shrugged. “Just not what I expected at all. Then again, a lot can sometimes be said with a little, but that’s typically not the case with research papers.”

“Read it,” Anna said. “This is what we’re here for. Let’s see how to beat this thing.”

Samuel sighed. “Alright. Reading.”

Samuel scanned the pages furiously. He showed no reaction as we waited. Occasionally, he mouthed something to himself. At the end of ten minutes his face darkened.

“What is it?” I asked.

Samuel held up a hand. As he read, his expression became more and more disturbed.

“What’s going on?” Anna asked.

“Did you finish reading?” I asked.

Samuel nodded. “Yeah. You’re not going to believe where the xenovirus came from. Well, maybe you will, because I suspected it all along. But you will definitely not know why it’s here.”

“Well,” Makara said. “We have time. Tell us what you found out.”

* * *

“As I suspected,” Samuel said, “the xenovirus is not of Earth origin. Looking at the flora and fauna it creates should be enough indication of that.”

“It was inside Ragnarok, wasn’t it?” I asked.

Samuel nodded. “Yes. That’s the only way it could have come. In the Old World, NASA did experiments on how long bacteria and viruses could last in the vacuum of space. In some cases, it might be years or longer. The xenovirus was inside Ragnarok, and the rock protected it from the cold vacuum of space. That’s not all, though.”

“What else is there?”

Samuel sighed. “A lot.”

He paused a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. I had a feeling we were about to get a huge dose of information.

“Are you familiar with the Guardian Missions?” Samuel asked.

It sounded familiar, but it was a moment before the memory returned to me.

“There were three,” I said. “They were the world’s attempt to stop Ragnarok from destroying Earth. All of them failed.”

“That’s right,” Samuel said. “Each Guardian Mission had a name, also the name of the ship launched. The first, called the Archangel, was launched in 2024. It reached Ragnarok after a flight of six months. The story is that something went wrong with the landing gear, which caused the ship to crash.”

“Okay,” I said. “So what really happened?”

“There’s only a few paragraphs of it in here,” Samuel said. “But apparently it was something else. The ship landed fine. They were even able to install the rockets on the surface. But they were attacked.”

We looked at each other.

“Wait,” Makara said. “I can understand viruses and microbes surviving. But attacked? Anything capable of harming a person couldn’t withstand space. It’s impossible.”

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t built like we are. There are pictures, even. One of the astronauts managed to get a photo but it didn’t turn out well. You can only see a worm-like creature.”

We crowded around the computer. Indeed, there was a picture of something, probably living.

“Creepy,” Makara said.

“Looks like a crawler,” I said. “The shot is blurry.”

“Information about the attack was held back in order to prevent panic. Another mission was planned, with more people. This one was called Reckoning.”

“I always did think that name sounded funny,” I said.

“They sent soldiers with this one, along with the crew. They had guns. Only this mission never made it to the asteroid in the first place. The story was that it was lost en route, and that one appears to be true, if what I read here is correct. Perhaps hit by a stray piece of rock or debris, or something wrong with the engine or hull.”

“No reckoning, then.”

“No,” Samuel said. “There was the last mission in 2028. The one that appeared to succeed, but didn’t. The Messiah mission.”

We all waited for Samuel to go on.

“Messiah made it to Ragnarok, and landed without a hitch. The rockets were attached to Ragnarok. Like the Archangel mission, it seemed to work. When the crawlers or whatever they were came, they were driven back. Eventually, the astronauts were overwhelmed — but not before the rockets began to go off, doing their job in pushing Ragnarok off course.”

“Why didn’t it work?”

“Because the rockets needed a full week to do their job effectively. The astronauts did all they could — but they fell, one by one, to endless waves of attackers. Whatever was on the asteroid, it had planned on being able to defend it.”

“Defend it?” Anna asked. “Why? Did it want to attack us?”

Samuel nodded. “Yes. After this mission failed, the government said that they thought the mission was a success, but for reasons unknown, it didn’t work. From the Files, we know why. Ragnarok was pushed off course, but not by much. Not by enough.”

A horrible dread twisted my gut. I knew all this happened thirty years ago, but it was hard not to imagine how everyone must have felt as these missions failed, one by one.

“The Bunker Program began immediately in 2020, the beginning of what came to be called the Dark Decade. Ragnarok was to hit Earth on December 3, 2030 — Dark Day. The Bunkers were never meant to be a reality. They were only a fail-safe. The government believed that if Ragnarok did impact Earth, they needed enough people underground to come up and rebuild once it was all over. The key to this was making well-trained soldiers of all underground U.S. citizens. The Bunkers altogether, assuming no losses, had enough space to hold close to 60,000 people. Given they were all well-trained, that’s still a sizeable force for an army. But as we all know, that wasn’t to last. The world became much darker than anyone expected. Things broke down. As far as we know, there are only two Bunkers. Maybe even they are gone.”

“How come Ragnarok took so long to detect?” I asked. “You’d think they would have found it much earlier than they did.”

“In the Old World, NASA funded the NEO Program — the Near Earth Object Program, designed to do just that. Asteroids the size of Ragnarok or larger were all accounted for, but Ragnarok went rogue, somehow. It changed course in what seemed to be an impossible manner. No one knows exactly when this occurred, but it took a while before people noticed. To this day, no one knows how it was done. But we know why it was done.”

“Why?” I asked, dreading the answer. “Why did it change course?”

“Don’t you see?” Samuel asked. “We’re being invaded.”

Chapter 21

“Aliens?” Anna asked. “Real-life aliens? I can buy a virus. That makes sense. That is clear…”

“Nothing else explains the attacks on Ragnarok’s surface while it was still in space,” Samuel said, “or how something the size of Ragnarok could suddenly change course like it did.”

“Maybe something else hit it,” I said. “Another asteroid. It’s possible, right? It could have been hit and been put on a course to hit Earth.”

“The odds of that are so small that the alien scenario becomes much more likely. Given enough energy, Ragnarok’s course could have been switched. It’s mind-bending mathematically, but maybe they could do it.”

“And who are they?” Makara asked. “Those creatures that have been attacking us? Because they don’t seem to be that smart. Their strength is in numbers.”

“I don’t know everything, and the Black Files don’t speak to that. But there does seem to be something that demonstrates intelligence, something referred to in the Files only as ‘The Voice.’”

“’The Voice?’” Makara asked. “Are you kidding me?”

Samuel shook his head. “This is the meat of the Black Files. Everything I explained was only the first twenty pages. The rest of it is about this — the xenovirus, the xenofungus, and the Voice. And a day in the future called Xenofall.”

“Xenofall?” Makara asked.

“Xenofall,” I said. “Is it what I think it is?”

“Explanation, please,” Anna said.

“Let me start at the beginning,” Samuel said. “Ragnarok hit in 2030, as you all know. Almost immediately the virus took effect. The first instances were noted as early as 2031, in Bunker 23 out in western Nebraska. It was the Bunker closest to Ragnarok, and it was the first to go offline in 2034.”

“It wouldn’t be long until others went offline, too,” I said.

“That is true,” Samuel said. “And most Bunkers failed for reasons having nothing to do with the xenovirus. Interestingly, the xenovirus’s main job is not to infect life-forms on Earth. It’s to create xenofungus.”

“Why?” I asked.

“It’s the food source for all xenolife,” Samuel said. “Yeah, xenolife will eat animals, or even people, from time to time. There are nutrients there. But even I noticed in my research that xenofungus is nutrient and calorie heavy. It is death and poison to any of us, but it sustains anything infected with the xenovirus. It could be that the xenovirus is as much an enzyme as it is a virus, an enzyme that can process the fungus and make it edible.”

“So the xenofungus is like…alien farms?” Anna asked.

“Yes. That’s a good way to think of it.” Samuel paused. “It also does other stuff. It reproduces rapidly, and can survive in very harsh environments. It doesn’t need much water. It doesn’t mind the cold, or the dryness of the Wasteland. It’s as if it’s been engineered to survive almost any sort of environment, and especially environments without much sunlight. It’s perfectly adapted for surviving in a world that is cloaked from sunlight by meteor fallout, which explains how it is able to spread so easily while everything of Earth origin dies off. We’re in the process of being transformed from Earth into something not-Earth.”

“What about the monsters?” I asked. “How does the xenovirus do that?”

“It’s all encoded in the xenovirus’s DNA,” Samuel said. “It does not have a double helix, like Earth-based life. It’s a very complicated cloverleaf structure, something that is very hard to imagine evolving in the wild — at least on Earth — which is also evidence in favor of the xenovirus’s being designed. But the cloverleaf lends certain advantages. It can hold more information. It’s more adaptable. It has the capability to mix and match genes of Earth creatures, creating entirely new forms of life — hence the crawlers. The xenovirus was created.”

“Created by whom?” I asked.

Samuel shook his head. “We couldn’t have done this. We don’t have the technology. It must have been created by an alien intelligence.”

“So you’re saying the xenovirus was planted in Ragnarok?”

“Exactly,” Samuel said.

“What about this Voice thing?” Makara asked. “You didn’t explain that.”

“It’s hard to explain. It’s like a sentience for all life-forms infected with the virus. It’s all based on the fungus, somehow. The fungus, in addition to being food, is also like a giant network. Fungus in one part of the world, as long as it is connected, can communicate with fungus in another part. It’s like a giant brain that can think — and yes, speak.”

“Speak? How?”

“Most of it is internal, and can’t be heard. The communication can’t be deciphered, much less translated in any way humans can understand. But nonetheless, it takes place. It creates sound waves, sound waves that directly affect the behavior of xenolife. During the attack on Bunker One, for example, the sound waves escalated as the Bunker began to be attacked. The Voice lends sentience to the entire invasion.”

“Can the Voice be killed?” I asked.

“You’d have to kill the xenofungus,” Samuel said. “Whether the Voice is actually connected with a physical form, the Black Files don’t say. I guess they didn’t get that far.”

“There is still so much we don’t know,” I said. “We don’t even know if we can stop this.”

“Yeah, that’s the bottom line,” Makara said. “Can we stop this? What’s the next step?” She pointed outside the lab. “Because if you tell me Lisa came out here and died, and those Files don’t tell us how to proceed, we wasted our time. We wasted a life.”

“I honestly don’t know,” Samuel said. “If this sentience, this Voice, were somehow destroyed, I guess that could make all xenolife directionless. I don’t know how we’d go about doing that.”

“Great,” Anna said. “This just gets more and more impossible.”

No one said anything. It was a lot to take in. Even though we knew where it came from, even why it was here, we were no closer to knowing how to stop the xenovirus. Nothing definitive, anyway. Kill the Voice — but how do you kill something that isn’t attached to a corporeal form?

None of this made sense. I was expecting the answer to be obvious. I was expecting something like a chemical or a drug that would kill anything that had the xenovirus — an actual cure that targeted the xenovirus, and eradicated it.

Knowing how something existed didn’t tell you how to make it no longer exist.

“Do the Files say anything else?” I asked. “Anything at all on how to kill this thing?”

“No,” Samuel said.

So that was it. If these researchers couldn’t figure anything out — in the Bunker with the biggest labs, the most computers, and most expertise — what shot did we have? We were only four. Other than pure guesswork, there was almost no hope.

Within a certain amount of time, the world would be covered with Blights. There would only be one Blight, and humanity would no longer exist.

We were facing extinction.

* * *

“There is one thing you didn’t explain,” Makara said.

Samuel looked up from where he had been hanging his head. His form was hunched in near defeat — it was disconcerting to see that in our leader.

“Explain what Xenofall is.”

“Xenofall is what it sounds like,” Samuel said. “Ragnarok was only the beginning. The writers and moviemakers in the Old World always thought aliens would attack with giant ships and lasers. Nothing is further from reality. It’s all biological warfare, and the most brilliant kind there is: the kind that harms your enemy, and only helps you.”

“So when Meteor fell, it was only clearing the way,” I said. “When the rest of them come, the natives will be gone, so to speak.”

Samuel nodded. “Earth is being terraformed. Not by giant machines of metal, but by tiny machines of life. When they’re through, Earth will not be ours anymore. We will have been long dead, and the planet will be ready for them to use. We are being colonized.”

“When will this ‘Xenofall’ happen?” I asked.

“The Files don’t say,” Samuel said. “However long it takes for us to die out, and however long it takes for the Blights to cover the Earth. But we’re the only ones who can stop it. That is, if it can be stopped.”

Samuel walked from the computer. In that lab, with the hundreds of computers humming around us, Xenofall seemed like a date that would never happen. But it was real. It was coming. And we had no way to stop it.

“We need more information,” Samuel said. “But this…” He waved his arm around, indicating the entire room, “this is all there is. We know more than anyone else on Earth knows, and still, it’s not enough.”

“So what more can we do?” I asked. “We’re stuck here in the Bunker, surrounded by hundreds of miles of Blight and monsters, with winter coming on and no way out. And probably no food or water. Looks like we’re as good as dead.”

Samuel ignored my cheery assessment of the situation. “The only thing I can think of is going to Ragnarok Crater.”

My insides lurched at the thought. We had just gotten here, of all places, and Samuel was talking about picking up and going to the Ragnarok Crater, another thousand miles away?

“Why there?”

Samuel shrugged. “This is pure speculation, but it makes sense to think the Crater would be the center of it all. It’s where Meteor landed and began its work. There might be some central hub where everything communicates with each other.”

“Key words: pure speculation,” Makara said. “We came here. We found nothing. We lose. We found our answer. The answer is: there is no answer. This was all for nothing. All we can do is hope to get out of here, find the safest place we can, and wait for the end.”

“We’re not getting out of here,” I said. “Our ride blew itself up. It was a miracle that thing even flew.”

Something quite unexpected happened. A voice came from every speaker in the lab, booming from the walls.

“Apocalypse Team,” the voice said, “this is Dr. Cornelius Ashton. Can you hear me?”

We stared at each other in shock. So he was here.

“Yes!” Samuel yelled. “Dr. Ashton, where are you?”

“I am not in Bunker One,” Dr. Ashton said, “but there is little time to explain. With luck, there will be time for explanations later. You all will die if you stay in this lab a minute longer.”

“Die?” Anna asked. “What do you know? How are you even communicating with us?”

“Never mind that. I will explain later. All that matters is getting out of here alive. It knows you’re here. The Voice. Every turner within a hundred-mile radius is converging on this point. It never wanted you to know what you have learned here today. Remember that the old axiom is true: information is power. The Voice does not want you to have it.

“There will be time for answers soon, but for now, you must escape this place. Already they are inside.”

As soon as those words were said, there was a crash against the vault door. I could hear the creatures’ screams and wails coming from the other side. If they could get in the tunnel when it had collapsed, they could probably get in here, too.

“Go to the runway,” Dr. Ashton said. “I will provide your escape.”

With that, the voice cut off. The silence that followed was pierced by more screams from infected creatures.

We could hear groans. They were coming from within the labs.

Howlers.

I guessed that was where all the bodies had gone.

Chapter 22

Howlers charged from two corridors into the main lab. Their clothes had long since rotted from their bodies. They slunk toward us, flesh pink and thin, coated with purple slime.

“Don’t shoot!” Samuel said. “Head for the stairs!”

We followed Samuel away from our attackers to the staircase that led to the lab’s second level. I didn’t know if there was a way out up there, but there sure wasn’t one on the bottom floor.

We reached the landing and found no way out. The second floor was just a balcony that surrounded the entire lab.

“That vault was the only way out,” Makara said. “We’re trapped.”

“There has to be another way,” I said. “Let’s just keep looking.”

Some of the Howlers charged for the stairs. We had to keep moving.

We followed Samuel around the balcony, until we had reached the other side. We were above the computer where we had searched for the Black Files — there were no doors, no windows, nor any other way back down to the lab floor. And now Howlers spilling from the balcony doorway cut us off on both sides.

This time, Lisa wouldn’t be here to save the day.

“We’re going to have to kill them,” Anna said. “Explosions or not, we’re dead either way.”

“Kill these,” Samuel said, pointing to the left. “We’ll bring ’em down quick and jump off for the floor, and run deeper into the labs. I can see no other way.”

We rushed to do just that. I aimed my Beretta, firing it into the oncoming infected. They shrieked as my bullets connected. I was getting much better at aiming the thing. I hit one creature in the head, and it crashed to the floor; the one behind stumbled over its body. In quick succession, Anna sliced one of the Howlers in half, and beheaded another. Makara fired, each shot finding its mark right in the head.

They were starting to swell. They would explode in moments.

“Now!” Samuel shouted.

We hopped over the railing, landing atop what seemed to be a large computer. We jumped the rest of the way down. Though not as dangerous as the plane jump, the falls were a shock to my knees. I forced myself up, hoping I could run the pain out.

I hobbled after the others as they went to the empty corridor. Above us, the bodies popped, and purple goo rained down, drenching the floor. We made it into the corridor, following it as it circled downward.

“We do not want to be going down,” Makara said.

An infected man emerged from a nearby door, his mouth agape and dripping slime. Quickly, Anna stabbed him through the heart, retrieved the blade, spun, and sliced off his head. She kicked the torso into the room from which the Howler had come.

“There has to be some other exit,” Samuel said.

We followed the corridor at a near sprint. The infected were falling farther and farther behind, but their howls still pierced the air. The hallway ended in a giant chamber filled with large machinery. It reminded me of the nuclear reactor we had come across in Bunker 114. This chamber was much larger, though, which was saying a lot; that one had been big. Four reactors rose from the floor, the power source for all Bunker One. Only one was running — likely the only one that still worked.

“These things can run forever if maintained properly,” Samuel said. “Or maybe not even maintained properly. It explains how this place still has power.”

“This isn’t time for a lesson, Samuel,” Makara said. She pointed. “That ladder. If we can reach the top catwalk, we might find a way to make it to the runway.”

We ran for the ladder, which was on the other side of the chamber. We began our long climb. I felt dwarfed by the gigantic size of all the machinery in the room.

We had reached about two-thirds of the way up when the chamber was filled with echoes of hundreds of horrifying shrieks. I could not see where they were coming from, but looking up, I saw them.

Entering through the ceiling, through air ducts and hidden openings, came hundreds upon hundreds of birds. Turned birds. They swarmed for us like locusts, their white eyes glowing and their wings beating madly.

“Hurry it up, Samuel!” Makara yelled.

The swarm of birds homed in on our position. There were hundreds — big, small, but they all had one purpose — to kill us and keep us from reaching the top.

There was no way we could fight these. We had to get out of here.

Makara fired into the mass from the ladder, and a couple of the flying things plummeted toward the floor.

Hurriedly, we reached the top. We ran away from the avian swarm, making for a nearby door.

“Inside here,” Samuel said.

We rushed in, finding ourselves in another corridor. Samuel slammed the door shut, locking it against the birds outside. They slammed into the door, pecking it, to no avail.

“Glad we got out of that one,” Anna said.

“Yeah,” I said. I turned forward, and wanted to scream.

After seeing what was ahead of us, I almost wanted to try my luck with the birds.

* * *

Before us stood a creature at least twenty feet tall, with three heads on snakelike necks, and a long, spiky tail — a creature that could only be described as a Hydra.

It was the most alien thing I had ever seen, and each of those mouths bore long, sharp teeth that dripped purple saliva. It walked on four muscular legs, and its scales were the color of crimson blood. Its necks stiffened, and the three heads opened their mouths to scream, each a different pitch, producing the most horrifying, discordant noise I had ever heard.

It charged forward, lightning-fast. We didn’t even have time to shoot before it slammed all four of us back into the door from which we had come.

One of the heads was in front of me, snapping around my face. I dodged it, again and again, but I couldn’t keep it up forever. The head reared back on its stalk. I took the chance to grab the neck. I could feel the hard scales and the muscles bulging beneath. I slammed it with the butt of my Beretta. The thing screamed, hacking up purple phlegm that spewed onto the wall behind me.

I aimed for the neck, and fired.

It screamed again. I was hurting it, but I had made no visible wound. Those scales were strong if bullets couldn’t pierce them. All I had managed to do was piss it off.

Its head reared back from me again. It shot forward, nearly sinking its teeth into me. Instead, its face slammed against the door, making a dent in the metal.

I grabbed the Hydra in a chokehold at the top of its neck. I had no idea if it was working. I noticed Samuel and Makara were each busy with one of the heads, while Anna was behind the Hydra, dodging its swiping, spiky tail. She was trying to find an opening to stab it with her katana.

I screamed as the neck shook me loose, sending me spiraling horizontally through the air. Disoriented, I got up, only to knock my head on the creature’s belly. I had somehow ended up underneath it.

But when my head hit it, I realized this part of it was soft. Taking my chance, I took out my gun and fired.

It clicked. The magazine was empty.

A head snaked under its body, searching me out. I scrambled away, reaching for my combat knife. It wasn’t often that I used it. I hadn’t had the need.

Now I did.

I took it out, and stabbed the blade upward into the creature’s gut.

It gave a horrible wail, and purple gunk spewed onto the floor, covering my legs. Disgusted, I drew back, but I couldn’t stop. Infected or not, I had to keep gashing it. I stabbed it, again and again. Its tail behind slashed wildly, nearly hitting Anna. She slid on the floor, through the puddle of goo, holding her katana up as she slid. The blade sliced through the stomach, making a deep wound — so deep that it couldn’t support the creature’s bowels, which tumbled out and plopped on the floor right in front of me, causing me throw up on the spot.

The Hydra’s legs gave out. I had to move before it crushed me. I slid out of the way just as it came down, Anna doing the same thing on the creature’s other side. It crashed to the floor. Its tentacle-like necks quivered and grew still.

I was covered with purple goo and monster excrement. I felt as if I could wash myself for the rest of time and never be clean.

“Gross does not even begin to describe this,” I said.

“Come on,” Samuel said. “Stairs are over here.”

I followed the others, looking and smelling like death.

“You alright?” Anna asked

“Yeah. That was a slick move there. Wish you could have done it in a way that didn’t involve me smelling like sewage.”

She cracked a grin. “I try.”

We ran up the stairs. Somehow, the monsters had gotten in. They chased us upward through the flights. Looking down, I saw them two floors below us.

We were on floor twenty. We still had thirty to go.

I picked up the pace. I was dying from exhaustion, but if I died from this running, it would be better than letting those bastards get to me. We took the steps two and three at a time, never letting up. I thought I needed to grow a third lung to get enough air.

Finally, with ten floors left, Makara collapsed. The monsters were just one flight down. And unlike us, they didn’t get tired.

“Come on!” I yelled. “Up, let’s go!”

I remembered all the times Makara had forced me to go on. It was my turn to return the favor.

I grabbed her with my stinky hand and pulled her up. We ran the rest of the way. There were dozens of crawlers slithering their way upon their squat, bowed legs.

Finally, we made it to the tunnel that led to the runway door. The temperature up here was cold, and the monster fluids covering me from head to toe certainly didn’t help matters. We ran at a sprint. The door came into view.

Unlatching it, Samuel pushed it open. The rush of subzero wind would freeze all the liquids on my body within moments. Crying from the pain of it, I ran with the others across the runway, wondering first why we were even here, and second, how long it would take us to die, either from monsters or the cold. There was nothing waiting for us as the doctor had promised. There was only a sea of crawlers closing in from every direction. There was no airplane, helicopter, nothing that I expected. Whatever was supposed to be here was not.

Monsters flooded the runway from all sides, including the door we had just left.

There were hundreds — maybe thousands. Even worse, even the skies were clouded with swarms of infected birds.

We weren’t going to get out of this one alive.

Chapter 23

That was when a blinding light flew over the top of Cheyenne Mountain. And I mean, flying. The engine roared, drowning out even the noise of the monsters. Even they paused a bit at the approach of the giant, flying machine. The machine flew closer, along the side of the mountain from where it had been hidden, floodlights illuminating our shivering bodies on the runway.

Is that…a spaceship?

I had little time to be surprised. The monsters regained their focus and closed in as the ship descended and hovered above us. Anna sliced a couple crawlers open as they neared, and the rest of us fired into the braver ones edging closer. A porthole opened on the ship; a synthetic rope ladder descended.

“Go!” Samuel said to me.

I hopped on, scrambling upward to make room for the others. Anna came after me, then Makara. Finally, even with only one good arm, Samuel hopped up, forcing his legs up the ladder.

The ladder was unwieldy, swaying back and forth in the bitterly cold wind. My vision darkened.

Anna pushed me up from behind.

“Go, Alex!”

I forced myself up the ladder. I didn’t have any strength left. The cold was sapping it out of me.

It was all I could do to hold on as the ship lifted up from the ground. The monsters below closed around where we had been standing, howling at seeing their prey escape.

The birds, however, could not be so easily avoided.

The ladder began retracting into the ship, carrying all of us with it.

Just hold on…

We neared the porthole. Finally I entered it and was inside the ship. I fell onto the cold deck. I was freezing cold. The others pulled themselves through and piled next to me. Samuel entered last, and then the porthole slammed shut.

In the pitch black, the engines of the spaceship roared. We were moving upward.

* * *

I lay on the deck, shivering and cold. The ship hummed beneath me. I heard the rush of wind outside.

There was a heaviness all over that I couldn’t explain. I realized that it was Samuel’s jacket.

“We made it?” I asked, shivering.

“Yes,” Samuel said.

“I guess we’ll meet him soon,” Anna said.

As we sat there in the dark compartment we had entered, no one said anything. We only shivered and huddled together for warmth. The gunk on my clothes and skin had frozen from being outside for a mere two minutes.

A nearby door hissed open. We all turned toward the light. But no one appeared.

Then the man’s voice came from the intercom.

“Come on,” he said. “Step inside. It’s warmer in there than the cargo bay. Welcome aboard the Gilgamesh.”

The intercom clicked off.

“Is this really a spaceship?” I asked.

“Looks like it,” Samuel said.

“Did you read anything about that in your Black Files?”

“Nope.”

Warm air gushed out of the door. That was enough incentive for me to stand on unsteady legs and make my way forward. The others followed me. I stepped into the light, and the door hissed shut behind.

The surfaces were all gray. The corridor we were in led straight forward. From somewhere to our left came a low hum — the engine, probably. The bridge would probably be to our right.

We walked forward, unsure of our surroundings. The corridor was narrow. We passed an open door that led to a couple of bunks. We passed a circular table against the wall, went through a small kitchen. We entered a narrow corridor. Ahead were controls, LCD screens, and a pilot’s seat. Above the rim of the seat was a head of wild, white hair.

We entered the bridge. The man remained seated. We stood there, shivering and cold.

None of us said anything. Ahead of the ship, it was dark. I couldn’t see the land or mountain below.

The man swiveled in his chair, revealing his wrinkled face, sharp blue eyes covered by glasses, and thin lips. Long white hair descended to his shoulders. He wore khaki pants, a long-sleeved green shirt, and a thick brown vest.

“My God, you could have at least cleaned up a little before coming in here.”

No one said anything. We were cold, exhausted, and had nearly died a dozen times in the past hour. We weren’t exactly in the mood for humor.

“As you might have guessed, I am Dr. Cornelius Ashton. You can call me Ashton; not quite as bad as Cornelius. And this is the Gilgamesh — one of several advanced spaceships built by the U.S. government during the Dark Decade. S-Class. It runs on a prototype miniature fusion reactor. It has a titanium and carbon nanotube hull — light as a feather, stronger by many factors than steel. It can carry up to twelve crewmen, and as far as I know, it is one of four spaceships operational in the world — or out of this world, if you prefer it.”

“And where are we going, in this spaceship?” Samuel asked.

“You must be Samuel,” Ashton said. “You look just like your father.” The man turned to Makara. “And you must be little Makara. Not so little, anymore. You were probably too young to remember me. And you two, I don’t know.”

“That would Alex, and Anna,” Makara put in quickly. “And Lisa…Lisa is gone.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ashton said. “We don’t have much time, in any sense. I can explain it all later. Right now, we need to get home.”

“Home?” Samuel asked. “What do you mean, home?”

“You don’t know about it yet,” Ashton said, “but you will. This place was known to only a few on the surface. I was one of the few, among the President and others — before they all died.”

What place was this man talking about?

He pressed a button on the dash. “Gilgamesh…take us to Skyhome.”

A deep, computerized male voice responded. “Destination: Skyhome.”

The ship shifted below us, aiming upward.

“Strap yourselves in,” Ashton said. “We’ll be there in mere minutes.”

“Skyhome,” I said. “Is that a space station?”

“Yes. The Skyhome Program was the other side of the coin from the Bunkers. The government planned to build more — but funds ran out, so Skyhome was the only one to be completed.”

By this point, we had strapped ourselves in. The ship paused. The floor vibrated beneath me, intensifying. Finally, we were pointed at a 45-degree angle upward.

“Here we go,” Ashton said.

The ship moved as I was pushed back into my seat. Someone screamed — either Anna or Makara, I couldn’t tell. Suddenly, there were stars as we broke through the clouds. Just as I was on the verge of losing consciousness, the ship slowed. The stars grew in intensity. A minute later, I was floating upward in my seat, restrained only by my seatbelt.

We had escaped not only Bunker One, but Earth’s gravity. Sickness came over me, but I had already thrown everything up down below.

Down below; it seemed strange to think those words. The ship pointed downward, away from the stars. The surface of our planet curved below — dark, shaded in night, surrounded by an aurora of violet blue. Straight ahead was the moon, unbelievably bright and clear without any atmosphere to mask its grandeur. Stars studded the black void, steady and eternal in their myriad thousands.

No one said anything as we took in the vista. So much had happened that it was hard not to believe it was all a dream — the dreamlike quality enhanced by the fact that none of us had weight. When I was young, I thought I would go my whole life without ever riding in a car, much less a plane. Now, I was flying in a spaceship. Surreal did not even begin to describe it.

Ten minutes later, a shape formed in the distance. Three rings spun around a large central hub. Branching out like giant arms were solar arrays, capturing unfiltered sunlight to power the station. Flecks of green colored the windows of one of the spirals — plants being grown?

“There she is,” Ashton said with pride. “Skyhome.”

I never thought I would see anything like it. We were going there, and I wondered if it would be our new home. Would we stay there? Would we be safe from the xenovirus, or would it touch us here, too?

Out there, in the black void of space, maybe not even all that far from us, our doom lurked. We knew what was coming after us, and the knowing somehow only made it worse. I had no idea how we were going to stop this, or even if we could. Maybe Ashton had a plan. But first we would have to rest, recoup. God knows I needed a hot shower that would last for eternity.

All these questions would remain unanswered… at least for a while. Even as I beheld the wonder of that floating city, I couldn’t help but feel sick at what we had learned: that Ragnarok truly was only the beginning.

Chapter 24

There was nothing to do but wait.

We had been in Skyhome for a full month, and it had taken me a week just to get used to the dizzy spinning of the stars from the three rotating rings. The fact that we were here, in space, never ceased to be mind-blowing.

Beginning in the Dark Decade, NASA devoted all of its energy to the Skyhome Program. Skyhome 1 was the only one to ever be completed. It had taken ten years, hundreds of launches, and billions of dollars just to get it livable. Skyhome was designed to be self-sufficient, but in the rare case that a spare part or supply was needed, the Gilgamesh could easily travel between Skyhome and one of the Bunkers. Odin, a second, smaller ship, was also docked in Skyhome’s hangar.

The Gilgamesh, as well as the Odin, had been constructed during the Dark Decade, along with two other ships. It was clear that launching rockets into space was inefficient — an advanced, reusable spacecraft was necessary. During the 2020s, huge advances were made in fusion power. These advances made it possible to equip the four under-construction spaceships with a fusion drive. Though the drive was massive, the enormous amount of energy produced was more than enough to make up for it. And to refuel, the ships would not need complex rocket fuel, a commodity that would not have existed for long post-Ragnarok. All they would need was hydrogen, the most abundant element in the universe.

Unfortunately, Gilgamesh and Odin were the only ships that were operational. The other two, Orion and Perseus, were still docked in Bunker Six, a massive complex not too far from Bunker One. Of course, it was covered with the Great Blight, so getting in and liberating the ships was extremely risky. Skyhome just did not have the manpower to do it.

In that first month at Skyhome, we all got the chance to think, finally. We ate fresh fruits and vegetables, and there was even chicken. The Outer Ring, the largest of three, was entirely devoted to food production. The plants produced oxygen, and the humans and animals in turn produced carbon dioxide. All water was recycled within the closed environment, and there was plenty in reserve in case something went wrong. And of course, the sunlight provided more energy, both for electronics and plants, than Skyhome would ever need.

Living in space, however, brought two great risks, and Skyhome had so far been spared from both. The first was radiation. While Skyhome had normally adequate radiation shielding, a sudden solar flare would douse the station with unhealthy levels of radiation. It would fry electronics as well as anyone exposed to the harmful rays. There was also the threat of stray rocks and debris striking the station. Skyhome had a tracking system that monitored space debris orbiting Earth, but the system wasn’t perfect. There had been a couple times in Skyhome’s history where its occupants had to do an emergency EVA to change the course of debris on a crash course with the station. If good-sized debris hit, it could poke a hole large enough to depressurize the station in minutes.

Hits by smaller debris were a somewhat common occurrence. Usually, the pieces were not large and fast enough to go through the station’s shell, but if they were, there was a system in place within Skyhome that detected leaks. After the leak was discovered and pinpointed, it was a simple matter of covering the whole with resin until a more permanent repair could be implemented.

While living in space might seem as if it was safer than the surface, this was far from the truth. Solar flares were never a question of “if,” but “when.” And one day, a big rock or piece of space junk could hit the station and end it.

But for now, Skyhome operated, and within its three rings people lived and worked. It was strange, seeing so many people again. About eighty lived here. The entire community had reacted to our coming with a mixture of fascination and fear. The citizens of Skyhome treated us in much the same way as a Bunker resident would treat a Wastelander. None of them had seen anyone who had lived and survived on the surface. We had been the stuff of speculation, and even legend.

After the fall of Bunker One, Dr. Ashton and several Bunker One refugees had managed to pilot the Gilgamesh to Skyhome. There were already survivors from Bunker Six living on the station, who had used Odin to escape. Sadly, none of the survivors knew Samuel or Makara.

After a week of our presence, a week of nothing but eating, sleeping, and showering, the people of Skyhome grew used to our presence and asked us countless questions about living on the surface, life in the Bunkers, and what people were like below, all of which we answered. In turn, I learned about life here. I liked tending the plants, most of all. They grew lots of different fruits and vegetables: potatoes, carrots, corn, wheat, tomatoes, broccoli, lettuce, cucumbers, apples, bananas, even lychee and dragon fruit, the lychee becoming a personal favorite of mine. There was enough to feed Skyhome’s population, and there was capacity for more growing space should the population increase.

We had countless questions of our own to ask of Dr. Ashton, from how he had contacted us in the first place, to what to do about the coming invasion. The doctor said that resting and regaining our strength was more important for the moment. None of us argued with him there.

After the first couple of weeks, though, Anna was stewing. She practiced her forms, much as she had done before heading to Bunker One. Though we had nothing but time up here, she had somehow grown more distant from me. I think the journey to Bunker One had taken more of a toll than she let on.

If Anna had grown a bit more distant, Makara had grown light years away. She was still reeling from Lisa’s death. Bunker One had been more than we all had bargained for, and it had cost us all something. But it cost Makara the most of all. Any attempt of mine to talk to her ended with her brushing me off. It got to the point where I just stopped trying, and ended up getting involved in my own activities.

I still felt the shock of it all. My life ever since Bunker 108 had been nonstop action; hunger, cold, being chased, and nearly getting killed hundreds of times had transformed me from an innocent kid into an adult. My face in the mirror looked tired, but tough. I had been scrawny before, but since Bunker 108 I had gained a lot of muscle, especially since starting to recuperate at Skyhome. I ran the rings every other day for an hour straight, sprinting during some of the stretches. I lifted weights, did pushups, ate until I almost burst, and slept. I threw myself into it, and even started practicing my hand-to-hand combat with Samuel.

Within a few weeks, Samuel’s sling came off. Being in Skyhome with the good food, warm sun, and close-knit community did wonders for his health. Though I still had to take it easy on him, he was a good teacher.

Up here, I finally had time to think. I thought about my dad, Khloe, and everyone I had lost back in Bunker 108. It got to the point that I didn’t even know who I was anymore. That was why I threw myself into my workouts, my reading, and my farming. It was as if everyone had their own sorrows to deal with. The sorrows were like walls that kept us on our separate islands. Maybe that was why Ashton wanted us to stay here awhile before continuing with our mission — whatever our mission was, these days.

As for Samuel, he was gone a lot. He and Ashton spoke every day, sometimes for hours. It made sense, because they were both scientists, and they were probably sharing information they had learned about the xenovirus. I hoped that, together, they could come up with some idea of how to stop it. Every day, when I saw Samuel at dinner, I asked him what the next step was. Finally, he told me to just chill out and relax.

I told him I didn’t remember what that was.

My nightmares returned up here, this time featuring crawlers, Howlers, and the monsters we fought with no name. Worse, I’d dream of my father and Khloe. With nothing to do, I had all the time in the world to process what I had just gone through. I tried to keep as busy as I could. I got back into my drawing. We each had our own rooms up here, and I kept the artwork in a drawer. I drew people, mostly. Anna let me draw her while she was practicing, although she had not been too happy about it. Said it made her feel self-conscious.

As much as it creeped me out, I also drew the monsters we had found. I thought they might be educational for Ashton in some way. I named some that had no names. The three-headed one we fought in the hallway on our way to the runway I called a “Hydra,” the birds I called “Flyers,” and the giant humanoids I called “Behemoths,” since that is what Marcus the Exile had called them. And, of course, there were the crawlers and the Howlers. I wondered how many other types of monsters there were.

And Makara… she just stayed in her room, mostly. We did what we could to draw her out, but she wasn’t biting. Somehow, I think, she blamed herself for Lisa’s death. She came out to eat, and she kept herself in shape as much as the rest of us, and had a job monitoring solar equipment. But she just wasn’t there. It was both scary and saddening to see something finally breaking her, and it wasn’t from the outside. It was from within.

Once we got back to the surface, Makara would probably be better off. Hell, all of us would.

All the sitting around had gotten me thinking too much. It was better than getting shot at, or surrounded by turners. But it didn’t feel like reality anymore. Skyhome was enormous. The three rings combined had a walking distance of a mile and a half. That accommodated a lot of people, and was a lot of space to move around in. It was an amazing feat of engineering. Actually, amazing was an understatement.

Still, Skyhome wasn’t Earth. I felt like a rat in a cage, and I was itching to go back home, as crazy as that sounded.

Skyhome was safe. But maybe I didn’t want safe, anymore.

Chapter 25

The day finally came.

Ashton called us to his office. It was his first time meeting with us since Bunker One.

Ashton was not only Chief Scientist of the United States; he was its top-ranking official. That technically made him the President, but he didn’t call himself that.

“At current expansion rates, the xenovirus will have taken everything over in twenty years,” Ashton said. “At which point, the human race on the surface will most likely be extinct.”

We stood silent as he faced us. Beyond the ports was the blue-green glow of Earth, swathed with pink and white cloud. Bright bands of stars streaked the cosmos. Ashton looked at each of us in turn.

“So, what do you want us to do about it?” I asked.

Ashton let the question fall to the wayside as he steepled his fingers. “With you and your team, I can finally get started on that.”

“Get started on what?” Anna asked. “Why can’t someone else in Skyhome do it?”

“Because no one in Skyhome is capable of what you guys have done,” Ashton said. “You crossed the Great Blight, raided Bunker One, and retrieved the Black Files — among other things, I’m sure. No one here could have done as much. None of us would have dared to do it, because we all knew just how bad it was. You and your team have been to the surface and have survived there for years. No one here has that kind of experience. In short, I need you. The world needs you. You are the only people who even have a shot of pulling off what I have in mind.”

Anna sighed. “No pressure, then.”

“Before you go on, there is something I need to know,” I asked. “Was it you who opened the door to Bunker 40?”

Ashton nodded. “I heard your voices through the camera there. While I could not communicate with you, I heard you clearly. All the Bunkers’ security systems are linked to Skyhome, and Bunker 40 is one of the few we still receive feedback from. It recently went offline, so its critical systems, such as Bunker security, run on backup battery power. When you mentioned Chief Security Officer Chan, the xenovirus, and the Black Files, I decided to open the door. The Imperials had been trying the same thing for months, but I wasn’t going to let them in.”

“What about the plane?” I asked. “Were you controlling that as well?”

“I did not control the plane, though its course to Bunker One was plotted through Skyhome’s navigational system. It was sheer luck that the station was above North America at the time; otherwise we would not have been able to communicate. I knew as long as you guys made it to the Bunker One labs, I could radio you there.”

“Was there not a radio on the plane?” I asked.

“There was,” Ashton said. “Unfortunately, I could not figure out how to contact you, as much as I tried. The radio in my lab at Bunker One — I do know how to communicate with that. The Imperials got there first, however. I could not open those doors until they were dealt with.”

Makara turned her head away. The deaths of Harland and Drake had cost Lisa her life, and that fact wasn’t lost on any of us.

“Finally,” Ashton said, “when Makara mentioned my name, I let open the doors.” Ashton paused, as if to collect his thoughts. “Rather than surprise you all with my voice, which would have distracted you from finding the Black Files, I instead rushed to upgrade Samuel’s clearance remotely so that he would have no trouble accessing the Files. I waited, and listened to your conversation, hoping that Samuel would explain everything adequately. I was prepared to fill in any missing information, but he explained it all rather well.

“However, it became clear that you could not remain in Bunker One long. Skyhome’s surface monitors intercepted a sound wave from Ragnarok Crater indicating that the swarm was on the move. In connection with what you just learned in Bunker One, I surmised that the Voice had discovered your presence, and was calling for anything controlled by it to converge and attack you.

“That was when I spoke to you all, from this very office, warning you to get to the runway. After that, I rushed to the Gilgamesh. I could be at Bunker One within thirty minutes. I didn’t think you would have that amount of time. Turns out, I made it to the runway just in time.

“And we’re here,” I said.

“Quite the story,” Makara said.

“Indeed,” Ashton said. “But now that we’re all here, and you know how you came to be here, we can focus on what needs to be done. You have had a month to rest and gain a sense of normalcy in your lives, such as normalcy counts. We must plan for the future.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Xenofall is coming,” Ashton said. “And you are going to be the ones who stop it.”

“How?” I asked.

Samuel turned to face us. “Back in Bunker One, I talked about there being a central hub that communicates with the xenofungal network. Ashton came up with much the same idea, and we think there might be something to it. However, we can’t know anything unless we have feet on the ground.”

“You need someone to investigate Ragnarok Crater, don’t you?” I asked.

Samuel nodded. “That’s right. The only thing is, it’s the oldest part of the Great Blight. The turners will be thickest there, especially if there is some sort of central hub controlling everything. They’ll want to protect it.”

“What makes you think there is a central hub?” Anna asked.

“The question isn’t ‘is there one’,” Dr. Ashton said. “It’s a question of where it is. The wavelength monitor picks up a frequency coming from the Crater, so that’s where it is. The question is getting there to destroy it.”

“And what will it look like?” I asked. “Is it a brain, or…”

“We don’t know,” Samuel said. “That’s what we need to find out.”

“So how do we get in there without being seen?” I asked.

“There’s probably no way to get in there without being seen,” Samuel said. “It’ll be an all-out battle.”

“There’s four of us,” I said, “and you want us to fight a battle against everything? I don’t think so.”

“That’s where the first part of our mission comes in,” Samuel said. “We’ll need reinforcements.”

“And where are we to find these reinforcements?” Anna asked.

“Down there,” Samuel said, pointing to Earth. “We have two spaceships up here, the Gilgamesh and the Odin. We can take Odin.”

“Who’s going to fly it?” Makara asked.

“Please, pick me,” I said.

“Makara is,” Ashton said pointedly. “I will show her everything there is to know.”

Makara’s eyes widened. It was the first time I’d seen them light up in weeks. “I could learn that.”

Samuel smiled. “I thought you might like that. Once we get situated, there are still a few things we need to take care of. Number one on our list is stopping the war between the Empire and Raider Bluff. This will mean contacting both Char and Augustus. We will need both if we are to take the fight to Ragnarok. We also need to locate Bunkers 76 and 88. After soldiers, we want their weapons and supplies. And it would be good to find out if they are still around.”

“Alright,” I said, “stop a war and find a couple Bunkers. Should be easy.”

“We should also go to L.A. and Vegas,” Samuel said. “It’s a long shot, but they are the most populous cities in America at the moment. If we can get any of the gangs interested, they could join us in the attack.”

“They’ll be too busy being at each other’s throats for that,” Anna said.

“We have to try,” Samuel said. “I’m sure they are worried about the Blights as well. Who wouldn’t be? When we offer a plan that could destroy the Blights, they’ll listen.”

“How will we get everyone to the Crater?” I asked. “Odin, from what I understand, is smaller than Gilgamesh, and even Gilgamesh and Odin together wouldn’t be big enough to transport everyone. Not by a long shot.”

“Odin is S-Class, but is the oldest of the four ships,” Ashton said. “And yes, it is smaller than Gilgamesh. It holds eight crewmen. But that is for long-term flight. Together, I’ve calculated that both ships together can carry well over a hundred passengers. It’ll be like sardines, but it could be done, no problem.”

“So we will board both ships with a strike team of the very best,” Samuel said. “Meanwhile, the vast majority of the army will enter the Great Blight from the southwest, near where we entered it. Hopefully, that move will draw the attention of the turners and the Voice that commands them. With luck, that will leave the Crater undefended. That’s when we drop in, find the hub that controls the Voice, and kill it.”

“Alleged hub,” Makara said. “We still have no idea if it exists or not.”

“It does,” Ashton said. “Something is behind the Voice. If that can be destroyed, the entire invasion will be directionless. It is something we must do before the second wave comes.”

“Even if we manage all that,” I said, “even if we kill off this Voice thing and stop the xenovirus from spreading…what do we do when they come?”

Ashton answered. “No one knows what that will be like. We can’t predict what their numbers will be, or what fighting capacity they will have. I will communicate with you all from Skyhome while you’re on board the Odin. I’ve been pointing Skyhome’s telescope into space constantly, but have yet to discover anything.”

“Seriously, you’re giving us your ship?” Anna asked.

“I wouldn’t unless the matter called for it,” Ashton said. “Odin is all yours. Gilgamesh will stay here.”

“How long will I need to be trained to fly it?” Makara asked.

“There’s not much to it,” Ashton said. “I learned the controls within a month. In the meantime, Samuel, your team can continue to recover here while Makara trains.”

“So I guess a month from now, we’ll be starting,” I said.

We had our work cut out for us. We would know, very soon, which of us would be extinct: us, or them. After what I had seen of what the xenovirus could do, I didn’t think the odds were in our favor.

Xenofall was coming.

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Two months later, and none of what I lived felt real. My dad would always be dead. Khloe would always be dead. Bunker 108, along with most every other Bunker, was offline and gone. The United States, along with the rest of the world’s governments, no longer existed except as an idea. In their wake were the new players — the Raiders, the gangs, and the empires fueled by slavery, bullets, and blood. In the end, they wouldn’t matter, either. After all, this world wasn’t ours anymore. This world belonged to them — the Xenos. Samuel and Ashton called them that.

When we returned to Earth, it wouldn’t be just survival this time. Our mission was to save a planet doomed to die. We needed to take what we’d learned from the Black Files and utilize it. The people of the Old World believed global warming, war, or famine would be our undoing. They were wrong. The Xenos pulled the plug before we ever could — and we were madly trying to plug it back in.

The break from action was nice for the first two weeks, but I was starting to get bored. I filled the time by working out. Samuel was training me in hand-to-hand combat, and Anna was training me in the katana. However, there was only so much I could learn before heading back. I feared not being ready in time.

The coming mission was the only thing I could focus on. In a weird way, it was an escape. Maybe saving the world was the delusion that kept me going. The four of us were caught in it, each in our separate ways and for our separate reasons. It had become our focus, our obsession. Everything else was on hold until our mission reached its conclusion, whatever that conclusion happened to be.

Samuel said Ragnarok was only the beginning. I had come to realize what that beginning actually entailed. Everything would become twisted by the Blights, preparing the way for the Xenos. No one knew when they were coming, or what they were like. But we knew that they were advanced enough to have sent an asteroid hurtling toward Earth, and were probably capable of interstellar travel.

Why they didn’t come when we were so weak, no one knew. It was one thing to be grateful for. It gave us time to find a solution.

It was only a matter of time until everything was controlled by the xenovirus, and through the xenovirus, the Voice. Stopping it meant going after the Voice itself. Ashton and Samuel conferred for hour after hour, trying to hash out a plan that would succeed in destroying the Voice while keeping everyone alive. If Bunker One was any indication of what Ragnarok Crater would be like, we were in for the fight of our lives. Even with backup, the Voice wouldn’t go down easily.

It wasn’t as if Ragnarok Crater was a small thing. It was over a hundred miles wide. The Voice, or whatever controlled the Voice, was located somewhere in that huge area. We had to find a better way of locating its exact point of origin. Ashton said he was working on a solution to that problem.

The bottom line was: we didn’t know enough yet. Finding those Black Files had opened a Pandora’s Box of questions when we expected answers. We knew the Voice was coming from Ragnarok Crater in a series of low-frequency sound waves, and that the xenofungus transmitted these waves, communicating with all life-forms under its spell. Anything infected with the xenovirus would listen to the Voice’s directives. All xenolife behaved as if of one mind. Something was controlling it. If we killed that something, it could spell the end of the invasion.

Well, this part of the invasion, anyway. The Black Files stated the Xenos were still coming — I assumed on some sort of ship — or maybe a whole interstellar armada. When they arrived, they were probably expecting to have a planet tailor-made for them, covered with the Blights and all resistance dead. Assuming we did kill off the Voice, we still had to deal with Xenofall. We didn’t know when Xenofall was coming. It could be tomorrow, one year, or ten years or more from now. We might even all be dead by the time Xenofall happened.

Samuel kept telling me to take it one step at a time, so that was what I was trying to do. The first step was preparing myself as much as possible — not just getting my strength back, but getting stronger besides. I ran along the Outer Ring an hour each day. I was improving my speed. I had sprinted more in the past few months than at any other point in my life. I did pushups, pull-ups, and crunches in addition to my martial training with Samuel and Anna. I wanted to be ready for anything.

By the end of the day, I was so tired that I usually fell right asleep. There were times, though, when I couldn’t turn off my brain. So much had happened that it was impossible to process. I was constantly stressed. I suffered nightmares. I dreamt of Khloe, buried alive in the dry, red sand. I dreamt of the night when it all went to hell. And the monsters were always there, surrounding me, chasing me over bleak plains and jagged mountains.

The Blights were growing, festering like open sores on the surface. When I looked down at Earth, I could see the Blights when the blood-red clouds weren’t so thick. They were only in North America, but according to Ashton and Samuel, that would change over the next ten years. The planet looked sick, for lack of a better word. It was as if it were a living thing being poisoned from the inside out.

Then there was the rest of the world, too. The entire planet was depopulated to the same extent as America — or worse. Ashton called the ten years following Ragnarok the Chaos Years — a time when the world’s population dropped from 8.4 billion to mere millions. In China, city-states and proto-empires fought amongst the ruins of civilization. In Europe, extreme cold had completely hampered population regrowth. In equatorial regions, people were faring little better. War over limited resources still consumed most of the world. Wars would exist as long as there were enough people to fight them.

None of these people knew about the xenovirus or Xenofall, and trying to communicate that through language barriers seemed impossible. In his first years in Skyhome, Ashton had visited different parts of the world — China, India, Russia, Japan, Africa — but always found one of two things: either no one had survived, or there were so many survivors fighting that making contact was too dangerous. Maybe the Chaos Years ended in 2040 for the United States, but the rest of the world was still living them.

If we didn’t succeed in stopping the xenovirus, all of humanity was as good as dead — and not just humanity, but every life-form that had managed to evolve in our planet’s tumultuous, 4.6 billion-year history. As unimaginable as that length of time was, I knew Earth had never experienced anything like this. A new form of life had invaded. When I left Bunker 108, I never imagined something like the xenovirus could exist. All I wanted was a community to live in, another Bunker, somewhere to be safe.

Well, I had found my community; but now, we were the ones trying to keep the world safe.

* * *

“Hold still.”

Anna grabbed my hands, giving me a stern expression. She twisted my clenched fists roughly on the hilt of her katana, forcing them vertical.

“Keep your grip loose, yet firm.”

I tried to do what she told me. I looked into her hazel eyes, which she promptly rolled.

“Stop looking at me and focus. Make your mind blank. I imagine a black plane, a void. Have you been practicing that?”

“Yes,” I lied.

“No, you haven’t. I can tell.” She sighed. “That’s the most important part.”

“Where did you get this void thing, anyway?”

“I don’t know. I made it up, but it works.”

I smiled, holding the katana as steady as I could. “So when do I get to swing this thing?”

Anna raised an eyebrow. “Would you quit being perverted and pay attention for once?”

“I’m trying.”

She sighed again, but it was forced. The beginnings of a smile played on her lips.

“Seriously. You need to practice meditating. Once you get the hang of it, you can make your mind completely blank. I always do it before a fight. It helps my concentration.” She looked at me. “Do you understand?”

“Yeah. Makes sense.”

“Good. You really need to practice it. I can’t stress that enough.” She looked at my arm, touching my left biceps. “You’re getting stronger. You’ve been working out still?”

“Yeah, of course. I didn’t realize you were such a fan.”

“I’m just commenting on your physique,” she said. Despite this comment, her face flushed slightly red. “I can actually see you when you stand sideways. You were so rail-thin before.”

“Ouch.” I set her katana gently on her bed. “My ‘physique,’ huh?”

She ignored my comment. “When you go to your hab today, I want you to do the mediation. I mean it.”

“Alright. I get it.” I turned for the door. “I’m going to grab dinner, if you want to come.”

She shook her head. “I still need to practice myself. Thanks, though.”

“You’ve already practiced this morning.”

“I practice twice a day. If you can wait a couple hours…maybe. We’ll see.”

My stomach growled in protest. Between my hunger and her playing hard to get, I think my stomach was going to win. “No, I probably can’t wait that long. So you want to meet at the same time tomorrow?”

Anna took up her blade, staring intently ahead. “Works for me.”

I left her room and made my way back to my hab. After two months in Skyhome, I finally got the chance to see Anna a little more. Nothing had happened between us. At least, not yet. Even if I thought I was picking up some flirtatious vibes from her, it always looked as if she was doing her best to suppress them. Which made sense; after all, we were all here for the mission. But when you spend a lot of time with someone, you can’t help but think about them.

So far, Anna had only agreed to help train me to use the katana. I wanted a backup, in case I somehow couldn’t use my gun, but I think we both knew that I was just using training as an excuse to get to know her. I had learned a lot, but I was still a long way from being even semi-competent. All the same, I appreciated everything I was learning, and it was nice to see her.

Still, after two months, I was hoping that things could have progressed a little more with Anna. And I wasn’t just crazy. After all, it was my hand she decided to grab down there on Earth, when the crawlers had been coming for us on the runway, and it was me she had snuggled with on the plane. And the way she looked at me sometimes, when she thought I wasn’t looking…well, let’s just say there had to be something there.

Hopefully, the right opportunity would present itself.

* * *

Back in my hab, I practiced the meditation Anna taught me. I was failing miserably. No matter how much I tried, my thoughts kept spinning out of control. I’ve always been a sufferer of the disease known as “thinking too much.”

I was grateful when a knock came at the door. Hoping it was Anna, I went to answer. I pressed the exit button, causing the metal door to slide open. I couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed when it was Samuel, standing in his characteristic muscle shirt and camo pants. His head, as usual, was shaved bald, and his facial features were sharp and toned. Even after all the R&R, he had been working out. That was Samuel’s way — everything he did was for the purpose of succeeding in our mission.

“We’re all meeting in Ashton’s office to go over the final phase of the mission at 19:30.”

“Alright. I need to eat still.”

“Make it quick. You have fifteen. Anna and Makara are already waiting.”

“What are we going over?”

“We’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I asked. “I thought we still had a couple weeks.”

“It’s go time, kid,” he said. “My arm’s healed, and if we stay up here any longer, we’ll go soft. Besides, the xenovirus isn’t taking any breaks.”

I guessed that much was true. “Alright. I’ll head over.”

As Samuel walked away, a surge of energy rushed through me. Tomorrow, we’d be back on the planet, doing something that mattered. I was already starting to feel more alive. Makara had been training to pilot the Odin. Ashton himself had been teaching her, in the mornings, and they had run some test atmosphere re-entries, and even some landings. Basically, anything she’d have to do during the mission, Ashton had taught her. He had told me that she was a natural. That made sense, because she drove the Recon like a pro on our way to Bunker One. It didn’t surprise me that she also had an affinity for piloting the Odin.

I left my hab, entering the main corridor of the Mid Ring. It was time to head to the commons for a bite.

The Mid Ring’s main corridor was hard to get used to. It curved slightly upward along its entire length. The whole thing made a circle, and was always spinning to supply Skyhome with artificial gravity. The Mid Ring was divided into four Quadrants — Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta. Charlie Quadrant contained the commons, the clinic, and an archive, where there were computers. In Charlie was a rec room with a large screen used for movies. The rest of the Quadrants were dedicated to habs, mostly. My hab, along with Anna’s, was in Delta Quadrant. Makara’s and Samuel’s were each in Alpha.

Then there were the two other Rings — the Outer Ring and the Inner Ring. The Outer was where all food was grown hydroponically. The Outer also contained recycling tanks and water reclamation units, or WRUs. Most of the water was dedicated to watering crops in the Outer Ring, but every molecule of it was saved and recycled with near 100 percent efficiency. Any time there was a shortfall, which only happened once every few years, Gilgamesh returned to Earth, filled up, and made up the difference.

For power, solar collectors were attached to the outside of the Outer Ring. Altogether, they took in more energy than the station would ever need. There was also a backup fusion generator, the same kind that ran the spaceships, in Skyhome’s central nexus. In the event of a massive solar flare, the solar collectors would probably be blown out, rendering them useless until they could be replaced.

The crops of the Outer Ring provided oxygen, and Skyhome’s citizens provided carbon dioxide. State-of-the-art filtration and monitoring technology made sure the air composition maintained a proper balance. In addition to the food grown in the Ring, chickens were also raised. They provided eggs and the occasional meat. Most Skyhome citizens had a full-time job growing crops and raising chickens. There were also specialized technicians and engineers who kept the orbiting city maintained and made repairs when needed. Dr. Ashton doubled as the station’s medical practitioner, even if biological research was his main field of expertise.

Of the three Rings, the Inner was the smallest. It contained administrative offices, including Ashton’s, and the inner workings of Skyhome, called the Central Nexus. The Nexus turned all three rings of the station, and consumed the most energy. It was where the backup fusion generator was located, complete with supply of deuterium and tritium to create the Helium-4 necessary to power the station for two months, if solar panels needed to be replaced.

Connecting all of the Rings were the four tunnels (also named Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta, depending on what Quadrant they were located in). The tunnels were arranged like the spokes of a wheel. Along Alpha Tunnel, between the Mid and Inner Rings, was the hangar, where both Gilgamesh and Odin were docked.

Skyhome’s construction in the 2020s had pushed experts and engineers to the limits. It was no wonder they had only constructed one Skyhome when the original plan had called for six. All the same, Skyhome’s operations were fascinating. It amazed me that the United States pulled off its construction; it was also amazing that Ashton and others had been able to utilize it following the fall of both Bunker One and Bunker Six.

When I reached the commons, I grabbed a bowl of vegetable stew from one of the kitchen staff and sat down to eat. Once done, I headed over to Ashton’s office in the Inner Ring. I stood before the metal blast door before pressing the entrance button. The door hissed open, allowing me to walk in.

I had only been in Ashton’s office a few times. Rather large, the office contained his built-in metal desk, lines of file cabinets along one wall, and a large workbench on the opposite wall. The workbench was filled with tools and objects of Ashton’s mechanical tinkering. The office was rectangular in shape, and at the end of it, three large ports looked out onto the surface of Earth, a vibrant green and violet and red.

Ashton sat behind his desk, regarding me with sharp blue eyes as I walked forward. The others were already here. I went to stand between Anna and Makara, as Samuel stood to the right of Ashton’s desk, arms folded. On Ashton’s desk rested a thin monitor, and on a corner several binders were neatly stacked. The surface of the planet spun slowly beyond the port, due to the Inner Ring’s rotation.

“Let’s get started,” Ashton said brusquely.

Ashton’s accent was hard to pin down. He had been born before Ragnarok; his voice carried a hint of southeastern regionalism that was most likely all but gone from the world. My only way of determining his accent was from movies I had seen back in Bunker 108 — which, admittedly, wasn’t a perfect measure.

“The purpose of this meeting is to give you an update on the situation, and what we’re going to do about it. As it stands, you all will be heading down to Earth tomorrow to resume the next phase of your mission. You will be heading to the Nova Roma Empire to speak with Augustus — make him agree to lay down arms and join us in the fight against Ragnarok. Meanwhile, my job is to monitor your mission from afar while trying to pin down the exact location of the Voice.”

“Have you figured anything out on that front?” Anna asked.

“Some,” Ashton said. “Makara and I have taken Odin on a few flybys of Ragnarok Crater, in hopes of securing more accurate measurements. It has helped, and we have pinpointed the origin of the Voice within twenty miles. I need to get a more accurate measure, however. When our assault on the Crater begins, you must be able to find the Voice quickly, and destroy it, before you are overwhelmed. I still need more information, and if I do two more flybys of the Crater, I will be able to triangulate the point of origin of the Voice. That’s what I’ll be doing while you are on the surface. I’m confident that with another few months, I’ll know the exact location of the Voice.”

“Alright,” I said. “What’s our job until then?”

“There are four major powers in North America. There is the Nova Roman Empire, by far the strongest, and the one who should be approached first. There are also the Los Angeles gangs and Vegas gangs, both of which are quite sizeable. Last of all are Bunkers 76 and 88. Neither have responded to my radio calls, but that doesn’t mean they are not there. Both have weapons and supplies that would be invaluable in the attack.”

“Why Nova Roma first?” I asked.

“They are the most powerful. If Emperor Augustus can be convinced to help us, it will make the other Wasteland leaders fall into line. There is also the matter of the war between the Empire and Raider Bluff. That must be stopped before it can even begin. That involves speaking to Augustus in person.”

“It just seems like a very difficult thing to do,” I said.

Ashton looked at me sternly. “Nonetheless, it must be done. Do you think I would send you in there if I didn’t think you were capable of it? If not you, who else?”

I didn’t have an answer for that, so I didn’t say anything.

“It will be difficult,” Samuel said. “But it is absolutely necessary. The Wasteland cannot be caught up in a war at a time like this. We need to lay down the facts for Augustus before he does anything stupid.”

“So,” Anna said, “do we just walk into his house or something? That sounds like a risky maneuver.”

“Yes, that is the plan,” Ashton said. “Soon you will know everything. But before I get to the how, it’s useful to give you all a little bit of background.” Ashton looked at me. “The story I have to tell relates to your father, Alex.”

I was really surprised. What could my father and Cornelius Ashton have in common?

“You knew my father?”

Ashton smiled. “I met him, long ago. He was still a boy. Eight, nine years old perhaps.”

I did that math in my head. My dad had been thirty-eight when he died.

“You met him before Ragnarok?”

Ashton nodded. “I did. There was a summit for all the highest-ranking officials of Bunker One, about two weeks before we were put underground. That was where I met your grandfather, Lorin.”

“Bunker One?” I frowned. “He entered Bunker 108, though.”

“Yes, that is so,” Ashton said. “But he almost didn’t enter any Bunker at all. His wife, your grandmother, was stuck in Europe at the time, with your father. At the summit, he refused his berth until both your grandmother and father, then a child, could be brought safely home. President Garland refused that request. He and your grandfather were old rivals. Regardless, that was how your grandfather lost his spot in Bunker One. He did, by the way, find a way to get to Europe and rescue your grandmother and father in all that madness. He was able to bring them both back home. Only by that time, the doors of Bunker One had closed. The spots for Lorin and his family had been filled. He was refused entry.”

I was shocked at this story. Never, in all my life, had my father told it to me. It made me feel a little betrayed, in a way. Why had he wanted to keep it from me?

“It was likely a very traumatic time in your father’s life,” Ashton said. “He probably witnessed horrors in those last days of the Old World that he never wanted to speak of again. You shouldn’t hold that against him.”

Of course, that had to be the reason why. Part of me wondered, though…had my dad even planned on telling me?

“What happened after my grandfather got back to America?” I asked.

“With Ragnarok’s impact just days away, Lorin was directed to Bunker 108, in the San Bernardino Mountains. It was the only one that had enough room for three people. He survived a harrowing journey cross-country that was likely as dangerous as yours. Those days were awful, and some might say the world ended long before Ragnarok fell. He did end up making it to Bunker 108, somehow, because we received a transmission from him a week following Ragnarok’s impact.”

“Do you know anything else?”

“After that, I’m afraid not much. I buried myself in my work. I had my own wife, and two children. All three perished in 2048 with the fall of Bunker One.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It was long ago,” Ashton said.

The room was quiet for a bit. It occurred to me that Anna, Makara, Samuel, and I all had one thing in common: we had all lost our parents. Such was the case for many people — perhaps most people — in the world. It was all because of Ragnarok, and what it carried.

“I tried everything I could to rescue my wife and kids, but the dorms were the first hit by the crawlers. I couldn’t have made it even if I had tried.” Ashton paused, as if it pained him to speak. “They swarmed everything. Everyone was rushing to the runway, to get out however they could. I headed to the motor bay instead. I could only hope my wife and children made it. To this day, I don’t know if they ever got out. They would have touched down in L.A. with the others.”

“I don’t know, either,” Makara said. “Samuel and I were in two separate whirlybirds that took off. If they were among the refugees, they didn’t say. It was so long ago.”

“I don’t remember anything, either,” Samuel said. “I think three copters got out. One crashed — the one Makara was on. She was the only survivor. The other two formed a community on the east side. If they were among them, I’m afraid the news isn’t good. They were acquired by the Black Reapers years ago.”

Ashton nodded. “I have lived as if they were gone for the past twelve years. I wasn’t expecting any miracles. No scientist should.”

Something chilled me about those words. Cornelius Ashton was a cold and distant man, but it seemed as if he hadn’t always been so. After losing everything, all that remained was his life’s work of studying the virus that had destroyed his family.

I gave Anna a sidelong glance. Her hazel eyes met mine. I looked back at Ashton.

“I found myself escaping with two others. One was a mechanic named Dustin Cornell, and the other a pilot named Preston Yates. Cornell has since passed, but we all made it to Bunker Six, not too far north of Bunker One. The Bunker had been evacuated in the face of the coming storm, and was still largely untouched — the crawlers had completely ignored it. We acquired Gilgamesh, not really sure where we were going. But, Yates noticed a destination already programmed into the ship, called Skyhome. I knew the U.S. had created a large space station in the 2020s as yet another failsafe –a place the President could retreat to if conditions on Earth became absolutely intolerable. But, until I finally saw it when we left the atmosphere, I did not know Skyhome’s true scope. It was massive — so much so that it is a wonder the U.S. could ever hide it. Nothing about it was published during the Dark Decade as far as I know, but during the time of the Dictatorship, the press could only report what the government allowed it to. We all assumed that anything sent to space had something to do with stopping Ragnarok, and that was all we were ever let known. The majority of those missions had to have been for building Skyhome.”

Ashton frowned, then gave an embarrassed smile, as if cognizant of the fact that he was rambling.

“Forgive me. I came to Skyhome in 2048, and have lived here ever since. When we first came, there was already a community of survivors from Bunker Six, who had used Odin to get here — which surprised me, because Skyhome’s existence was supposedly only known to the highest-ranking officials in the U.S. government — namely, the President and top military people. Apparently, though, a few residents from Bunker Six found out about Skyhome and came here rather than going to Bunker One. Bunker Six, you see, was attacked first.”

“What about our mission?” Anna pressed. “It’s helpful to know our history, and where we came from. But if we leave tomorrow, we have to know what to do.”

“Of course,” Ashton said. “But I think it is important to remind ourselves why we fight. If you do not know why you fight, you cannot go on. I want you all to ask yourselves what you are fighting for. Let the question haunt you, press you onward toward your goal.”

Ashton paused a moment. He lifted a glass of water, and took a drink. After clearing his throat, he continued.

“Forgive me, Anna, but it is time for another history lesson. Not one that relates to me, or my past, but to Emperor Augustus himself. You will want to listen closely, because this information is key if you are ever to get an audience with him.”

“What is this information?” I asked.

“It was not only Alex’s father and grandfather I met at the summit in 2030.”

* * *

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Glossary

10,000, The: This refers to the 10,000 citizens who were selected in 2029 to enter Bunker One. This group included the best America had to offer, people who were masters in the fields of science, engineering, medicine, and security. President Garland and all the U.S. Congress, as well as essential staff and their families, were also chosen.

Alpha: “Alpha” is the title given to the recognized head of the Raiders. In the beginning, it was merely a titular role that had only as much power as the Alpha was able to enforce. But as Raider Bluff grew in size and complexity, the Alpha began to take on a more meaningful role. Typically, Alphas do not remain so for long — they are assassinated by rivals, who rise to take their place. In some years, there can be as many as four Alphas — though powerful Alphas, like Char, can reign for many years.

Batts: Batts, or batteries, are the currency of the Wasteland. It is unknown how batteries were first seen as currency, but it is likely because they are small, portable, and durable. Rechargeable batteries (called “chargers”) are even more prized, and solar batteries (called “solars,” or “sols,”) are the most useful and prized of all.

Behemoth: The Behemoth is a great monstrosity in the Wasteland — a giant creature, either humanoid or reptilian, or sometimes a mixture of the two, that can reach heights of ten feet or greater. They are bipedal, powerful, and can keep pace with a moving vehicle. All but the most powerful of guns are useless against the Behemoth’s armored hide.

Black Files, The: The Black Files are the mysterious collected research on the xenovirus, said to be located in Bunker One. They were authored principally by Dr. Cornelius Ashton, Chief Scientist of Bunker One.

Black Reapers, The: The Black Reapers are a powerful, violent gang, based in Los Angeles. They are led by Warlord Carin Black. They keep thousands of slaves, using them to serve their post-apocalyptic empire. They usurped the Lost Angels in 2055, and have been ruling Los Angeles ever since.

Blights: Blights are infestations of xenofungus and the xenolife they support. They are typically small, but the bigger ones can cover large tracts of land. As a general rule of thumb, the larger the Blight, the more complicated and dangerous the ecosystem it maintains. The largest Blight is the Great Blight — which covers a huge portion of the central United States.

Boundless, The: The Boundless is an incredibly dry part of the Wasteland, ravaged by canyons and dust storms, situated in what used to be Arizona and New Mexico. Very little can survive in the Boundless, and no one is known to have ever crossed it.

Bunker 108: Bunker 108 is located in the San Bernardino Mountains about one hundred miles east of Los Angeles. It is the birthplace of Alex Keener.

Bunker 114: A medical research installation built about fifty miles northwest of Bunker 108. Built beneath Cold Mountain, Bunker 114 is small. After the fall of Bunker One, Bunker 114, like Bunker 108 to the southeast, became a main center of xenoviral research. An outbreak of the human strain of the xenovirus caused the Bunker to fall in 2060.

Bunker One: The main headquarters of the Post-Ragnarok United States government. It fell in 2048 to a swarm of crawlers that overran its defenses. Bunker One had berths for ten thousand people, making it many times over the most populous Bunker. Its inhabitants included President Garland, the U.S. Senate and House of Representatives, essential government staff, and security forces, along with the skilled people needed to maintain it. There also were dozens of brilliant scientists and specialists, including engineers, doctors, and technicians. The very wealthy were also allowed berths for helping to finance the Bunker Program. Bunker One is reportedly the location of the Black Files, authored by Dr. Cornelius Ashton.

Bunker Program, The: The United States and Canadian governments pooled resources to establish 144 Bunkers in Twelve Sectors throughout their territory. The Bunkers were the back-up in case the Guardian Missions failed. When the Guardian Missions did fail, the Bunker Program kicked into full gear. The Bunkers were designed to save all critical government personnel and citizenry, along with anyone who could provide the finances to construct them. The Bunkers were designed to last indefinitely, using hydroponics to grow food. The Bunkers ran on fusion power, which had been made efficient by the early 2020s. The plan was that when the dust settled, Bunker residents could reemerge and rebuild. Most Bunkers fell, however, for various reasons — including critical systems failures, mutinies, and attacks by outsiders (see Wastelanders). By the year 2060, only four Bunkers were left.

Chaos Years, The: The Chaos Years are the ten years following the impact of Ragnarok. These dark years signified the great die-off of most forms of life, including humans. Most deaths occurred due to starvation. With mass global cooling, crops could not grow in climates too far from the tropics. What crops would grow produced a yield far too paltry to feed the population that existed. This led to a period of violence unknown in all of human history. The Chaos Years signify the complete breakdown of the Old World’s remaining infrastructures — including food production, the economy, power grids, and industry, all of which led to the deaths of billions of people.

Crawlers: Crawlers are dangerous, highly mobile monsters spawned by Ragnarok. Their origin is unclear, but they share many characteristics of Earth animals — mostly those reptilian in nature. Crawlers are sleek and fast, and can leap through the air at very high speeds. Typically, crawlers attack in groups, and behave as if of one mind. One crawler will, without hesitation, sacrifice itself in order to reach its prey. Crawlers are especially dangerous when gathered in high numbers — at which point there is not much one can do but run. Crawlers can be killed, their weak points being their belly and their three eyes.

Dark Decade, The: The Dark Decade lasted from 2020-2030, from the time of the first discovery of Ragnarok, to the time of its impact. It is not called the Dark Decade because the world descended into madness immediately upon the discovery of Ragnarok by astronomer Neil Weinstein — that only happened in 2028, with the failure of Messiah, the third and last of the Guardian Missions. In the United States and other industrialized nations, life proceeded in an almost normal fashion. There was plenty of hope, and good reason to believe that Ragnarok could be stopped, especially given ten years. But as the Guardian Missions failed, one by one, the order of the world quickly disintegrated.

With the failure of the Guardian Mission Archangel in 2024, a series of wars engulfed the world. As what some were calling World War III embroiled the planet, the U.S., Canada, and various European nations worked to stop Ragnarok. When the second Guardian Mission, Reckoning, failed, an economic depression swept the world. But none of this compared to the madness that followed upon the failure of the third and final Guardian, Messiah, in 2028. As societies broke down, martial law was enforced. President Garland was appointed dictator of the United States with absolute authority. By 2029, several states had broken off from the Union.

In the last quarter of 2030, an odd silence hung over the world, as if it had grown weary of living. The President, all essential governmental staff and military, the Senate and House of Representatives, along with scientists, engineers, and the talented and the wealthy, entered the 144 Bunkers established by the Bunker Program. Outraged, the tens of millions of people who did not get an invitation found the Bunker locations, demanding to be let in. The military took action when necessary.

Then on December 3, 2030, Ragnarok fell, crashing into the border of Wyoming and Nebraska, forming a crater one hundred miles wide. The world left the Dark Decade, and entered the Chaos Years.

Great Blight, The: The Great Blight is the largest xenofungal infestation in the world, its point of origin being Ragnarok Crater on the Great Plains in eastern Wyoming and western Nebraska. Unlike other Blights, the Great Blight is massive. From 2040-2060, it began to rapidly expand outside Ragnarok Crater at an alarming rate, moving as much as a quarter mile each day (meaning the stretching of the xenofungus could actually be discerned with the naked eye). Any and all life was conquered, killed, or acquired into the Great Blight’s xenoparasitic network.

Guardian Missions: The Guardian Missions were humanity’s attempts to intercept and alter the course of Ragnarok during the Dark Decade. There were three, and in the order they were launched, they were called Archangel, Reckoning, and Messiah (all three of which were also the names of the ships launched). Each mission had a reason for failing. Archangel is reported to have crashed into Ragnarok, in 2024. In 2026, Reckoning somehow got off-course, losing contact with Earth in the process. In 2028 Messiah successfully landed and attached its payload of rockets to the surface of Ragnarok in order to alter its course from Earth. However, the rockets failed before they had time to do their work. The failure of the Guardian Missions kicked the Bunker Program into overdrive.

Howlers: Howlers are the newest known threat posed by the xenovirus. They are human xenolife, and they behave very much like zombies. They attack with sheer numbers, using their bodies as weapons. A bite from a Howler is enough to infect the victim with the human strain of the xenovirus. Post-infection, it takes anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours for a corpse to reanimate into the dreaded Howler. Worse, upon death, Howlers somehow explode, raining purple goo on anyone within range. Even if a little bit of goo enters the victim’s bloodstream, he or she is as good as dead, cursed to become a Howler within a matter of minutes or hours. How the explosion occurs, no one knows — it is surmised that the xenovirus itself creates some sort of agent that reacts violently with water or some other fluid present within the Howlers. There is also reason to believe that certain Howlers become Behemoths, as was the case with Kari in Bunker 114.

Ice Lands, The: Frozen in a perpetual blanket of ice and snow, the northern and southern latitudes of the planet are completely unlivable. In the Wasteland, at least, they are referred to as the Ice Lands. Under a blanket of meteor fallout, extreme global cooling was instigated in 2030. While the glaciers are only now experiencing rapid regrowth, they will advance for centuries to come until the fallout has dissipated enough to produce a warmer climate. In the Wasteland, 45 degrees north marks the beginning of what is considered the Ice Lands.

L.A. Gangland: L.A. Gangland means a much different thing than it did Pre-Ragnarok. In the ruins of Los Angeles, there are dozens of gangs vying for control, but by 2060, the most powerful is the Black Reapers, who usurped that title from the Lost Angels.

Lost Angels, The: The Lost Angels were post-apocalyptic L.A.’s first super gang. From the year 2050 until 2055, they reigned supreme in the city, led by a charismatic figure named Dark Raine. The Angels were different from other gangs — they valued individual freedom and abhorred slavery. Under the Angels’ rule, Los Angeles prospered. The Angels were eventually usurped in 2056 by a gang called the Black Reapers, led by a man named Carin Black.

Nova Roman Empire, The: The Nova Roman Empire (also known as the “Empire”) is a collection of allied city-states that are ruled from its capital, Nova Roma, located somewhere in southern Mexico. The Empire is large and powerful, and they are well-known in the Wasteland for their many trade caravans arrive during summer months. The Empire is ruled by a man named Augustus.

Oasis: Oasis is a settlement located in the Wasteland, about halfway between Los Angeles and Raider Bluff. It has a population of one thousand, and is built around the banks of the oasis for which it was named. The oasis did not exist Pre-Ragnarok, but was formed by tapping an underground aquifer. Elder Ohlan rules Oasis with a strong hand. He is the brother of Dark Raine, and it is whispered that he might have had a hand in his death.

Ragnarok: Ragnarok was the name given the meteor that crashed into Earth on December 3, 2030. It was about three miles long, and two miles wide. It was discovered by astronomer Neil Weinstein, in 2019. It is not known what caused Ragnarok to come hurtling toward Earth, or how it eluded detection for so long.

Ragnarok Crater: Ragnarok Crater is the site of impact of the meteor Ragnarok. It is located on the border of Wyoming and Nebraska, and is about one hundred miles wide. It’s the center of the Great Blight.

Raider Bluff: Raider Bluff is the only known settlement of the Raiders. It is built northeast of what used to be Needles, California, on top of a three-tiered mesa. Though the Raiders are a mobile group, even they need a place to rest during the harsh Wasteland winter. Merchants, women, and servants followed the Raider men, setting up shop on the mesa, giving birth to Raider Bluff sometime in the early 2040s. From the top of the Bluff rules the Alpha, the strongest recognized leader of the Raiders. A new Alpha rises only when he is able to wrest control from the old one.

Recon: A Recon is an all-terrain rover that is powered by hydrogen. It is designed for speedy recon missions across the Wastes, and was developed by the United States military during the Dark Decade. It is composed of a cab in front and a large cargo bay in the back. Mounted on top of the cargo bay is a turret with 360-degree rotation, accessible by a ladder and a porthole. The turret can be manned and fired while the Recon is on the go.

Wasteland, The: The Wasteland is a large tract of land comprised of Southern California and the adjacent areas of the Western United States. It extends from the San Bernardino Mountains in the west, to the Rockies in the east (and in later years, the Great Blight), and from the northern border of Nova Roma on the south, to the Ice Lands to the north (which is about the same latitude as Sacramento, California). The Wasteland is characterized by a cold, extremely dry climate. Rainfall each year is little to none, two to four inches being about average. Little can survive the Wasteland, meaning that all life has clung to limited water supplies. Major population centers include Raider Bluff, along the Colorado River; Oasis, supplied by a body of water of the same name; and Last Town, a trading post that sprung up along I-10 between Los Angeles and the Mojave. Whenever the Wasteland is referred to, it is generally not referred to in its entire scope. It is mainly used to reference what was once the Mojave Desert.

Wastelanders: Wastelanders are surface dwellers, specifically ones that live in the southwestern United States. The term is broad — it can be as specific as to mean only someone who is forced to wander, scavenge, or raid for sustenance, or Wastelander can mean anyone who lives on the surface Post-Ragnarok, regardless of location or circumstances. Wastelanders are feared by Bunker dwellers, as they have been the number one reason for Bunkers failing.

Xenofungus: Xenofungus is a slimy, sticky fungus that is colored pink, orange, or purple (and sometimes all three), that infests large tracts of land and serves as the chief food source of all xenolife. It forms the basis of the Blights, and without xenofungus, xenolife could not exist. The fungus, while hostile to Earth life, facilitates the growth, development, and expansion of xenolife. It is nutrient-rich, and contains complicated compounds and proteins that are poison to Earth life, but ambrosia for xenolife. It is tough, resilient, resistant to fire, dryness, and cold — and if it isn’t somehow stopped, one day xenofungus will cover the entire world.

Xenolife: Any form of life that is infected with the xenovirus.

Xenovirus: The xenovirus is an agent that acquires genes, adding them to its vast collection. It then mixes and matches the genes under its control to create something completely new, whether a plant, animal, bacteria, etc. There are thousands of strains of the xenovirus, maybe even millions, but most are completely undocumented. While the underlying core of each strain is the same, the strains are specific to each species it infects. Failed strains completely drop out of existence, but the successful ones live on. The xenovirus was first noted by Dr. Cornelius Ashton of Bunker One. His collected research on the xenovirus was compiled in the Black Files.

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The Wasteland Chronicles, Volume 2
by Kyle West

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

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