DARKNESS

The Wasteland Chronicles, Volume 5

by Kyle West

Chapter 1

It was December 21, 2060, the darkest day of the year, and instead of staying warm in my bunk aboard the Odin, I was freezing my butt off in the predawn darkness, waiting for my ride.

Anna stood next to me, shivering. I wondered whether this was the right choice. Makara and I had made the decision that we would investigate Bunker 108 to see if it was a viable option before heading to Bunker 84. Since I was from Bunker 108, I had to be the one to go. Michael would have been the other obvious choice, but Anna had experience flying Askal while Michael got queasy with heights.

Gilgamesh was still being used as a makeshift hospital and Ashton was using Odin to make runs back and forth between Skyhome and the Vegas Exodus, ferrying food and supplies.

Riding on Askal had been my idea. Askal tended to hang around our camp anyway, so I thought we might as well put him to use.

Now, standing outside in the frigid December air, I was definitely second-guessing my decision. It would have been easier to just have Odin drop us off before heading for Skyhome on one of its runs, but I wanted this idea to work — perhaps because it was my own. I’d flown to the Great Blight before with no issues, and the journey to Bunker 108 would not take all that much longer. At least, that was what I hoped.

“Where is he?” Anna asked, breath clouding the air.

That was when Askal swooped down from over Pyrite’s palisade wall, rearing up his feet and landing right in front of us. His clawed toes slid in the dust, kicking up a cloud that sent both Anna and me into fits of coughing. The dragon blinked a few times with his all-white, intelligent eyes, as if surprised to see us out here on this dismal day. Though I was wrapped head to toe in five layers of clothing, including a parka, it still didn’t feel like enough. My fingers were numb inside my thick, padded gloves. The harsh Wasteland wind somehow found a way to chill me. My head was covered with two knit caps, the outer one with flaps covering my ears. Despite all of this protection, it felt as if all the clothing in the world wouldn’t be enough to keep me warm.

“You were right,” I said to Anna. “Coldness to freeze your blood.”

My breaths made thick clouds that instantly disappeared into the arid air. I pulled out my canteen from inside my parka. I had warmed the water aboard Odin, and after taking a long drink, I offered some to Anna. She shook her head, merely staring ahead at the Askala who now, with wide wings, covered his sides to protect himself from the fierce wind.

Why we had decided to do this, I couldn’t say — and not just being out here in the cold. We were about to go to the one place I’d hoped to avoid for the rest of my life. But it was necessary. We needed confirmation that Bunker 108 would not serve as a shelter for the Exodus. On the small chance that it was suitable, it would be much better than using Bunker 84. Bunker 84 was distant — in the mountains of Northern California. It was far from our eventual destination of Los Angeles. But if our supposition was correct, Bunker 108 would be completely unusable — full of Howlers and infected with the xenovirus. Bunker 84 was probably abandoned, which made it the more likely choice. Either way, we had to evacuate Pyrite sometime in the next few days. Even given the food issue, the swarm would soon catch up. Already, its frontrunners had made their way to its walls — all hastily shot down by the guards that constantly manned the walls. If the lack of food and cold didn’t kill us, they surely would.

Askal gave his pointy head a shake, letting out a snort that sent plumes of fog into the air. I felt the Askala’s warm exhalation on my cheek before it was replaced with stinging cold.

“Well,” I asked Anna, “you ready?”

Anna nodded.

It had been three days since the xenoswarm attacked us on that hill, which led to our being locked behind Pyrite’s walls. Odin’s sweeps of the area reported that the swarm was gathering, beginning to spread itself in a long line north to south. It was readying itself to make its final push westward.

Despite all that we had learned about the xenovirus and the monsters it spawned, we still didn’t know the most important things. Why hadn’t they attacked yet while we were still so weak? Ashton’s theory was that they couldn’t be away from xenofungus for long, which made sense. The fungus was their main food source, even if they did eat people and animals sometimes. Their need to be close to a Blight was the one weakness we could pinpoint. It would be nice if we could find a way to get rid of that fungus, but when Blights already covered so much of the United States, it seemed like an exercise in futility.

Pyrite itself was about fifty miles from the Great Blight, meaning that if these creatures wanted to eat, they had to travel a fair distance between the Great Blight and Pyrite. There were smaller Blights, of course, but these were fairly distant from Pyrite. That said, they were growing at an alarming rate. One small Blight had cropped up to the southeast of Pyrite, and another to the southwest, each about twenty miles away. The real question we all had was how long it would take these smaller Blights to join together — not just these ones close to Pyrite, but all of them. Months? Years? Hopefully it would be no faster than that.

Askal unfolded his wings as Anna and I approached his side. I climbed up, using one of his haunches as a steppingstone. I twisted myself and settled on his back between the two ridges that formed a natural, secure seat. I held out a gloved hand to Anna. She reached up, clasping my forearm as I clasped hers. I held tightly as she boosted herself up, and I guided her to Askal’s back. Soon, she was seated behind me, wrapping her arms around my torso. I felt a little warmth filter in through my outer layers. Perhaps it would be enough to keep the cold at bay. I felt her shake slightly as a particularly chilly wind blew.

I checked my belt to make sure my Beretta was still holstered on my right side. I had left the AR behind because I was going light; I didn’t plan on getting into any fights. If there was trouble, the plan was to tuck tail and run back to Askal. That was what Makara had told me to do and I didn’t argue on that point.

This mission had been more Ashton’s idea than anyone else’s. It seemed he still held out hope that Bunker 108 was an option. All the same, I wasn’t getting my own hopes up. I’d seen what had happened there. And from the way things looked, I’d be seeing it all over again.

One of the curious effects of being so fortified against the cold was that I could not communicate with Askal. Sighing, I took off my right glove, feeling like my hand was doused in ice-cold water the minute it touched the air. I hadn’t even checked my watch for the temperature. I was afraid of what I might see.

I pressed my hand on Askal’s smooth back. The scales were hard, but surprisingly warm.

Instantly, Askal’s thought entered my mind. As it did so, I felt my eyes tickle a bit — it was a very weird feeling. I knew then what was happening: my eyes were changing. I kept my face turned from Anna, so she didn’t have to see.

A fine day for a flight.

I gave a short laugh, my breath sending a cloud of white condensation into the air.

I thought you guys didn’t get cold, I thought.

Askal snorted. It caused his whole body to shake, and Anna held onto me more tightly.

We fare better than you puny humans. But too long in cold like this would bring down even the mightiest Askala.

Well, good thing we have the mightiest around.

I felt a bit of doubt coming from Askal, but all the same, he stamped his feet in preparation to cast off for the cold, dark sky above.

Sensing this, Anna wrapped her arms around me even more tightly. I put my glove back on. I felt my eyes revert to their normal state.

“I will never get used to flying on this thing,” she said. “This is my third time doing it and it never gets easier.”

I squeezed her hands, such as I could in my gloves. “You’ll be fine. I’m more worried about freezing to death.”

Anna said nothing as Askal gently lifted from the ground, with several flaps of his massive wings. Outstretched, an Askala’s wings were a wonder to behold — perhaps one hundred feet from end to end. The Askala themselves had to be incredibly lightweight even with a wingspan like that. I watched Askal’s powerful muscles bulge below where I was seated. I wondered how much fungus he had to eat a day in order to have the energy to do this. It had to be a lot.

Taking off was always the scariest part, but I found it helped to lean as far forward as possible into Askal’s back. It helped us to stay balanced and not be caught by sudden gusts of wind.

Below, the tents, wooden buildings, and palisade wall of Pyrite fell away as Askal wheeled himself south toward Bunker 108, a place that was sure to kill us if this flight in the cold didn’t do the job first.

“Bunker 108, here we come.”

From behind, Anna groaned.

* * *

The journey was as cold and harsh as I expected and more. Anna and I leaned into Askal’s warm body as much as possible. The body temperature of an Askala had to be much higher than that of a human just judging by the amount of heat radiating from Askal’s scales. Even with the majority of Askal’s form blocking the harsh wind, gusts still pierced my clothing, sending me into shivers.

Fifteen minutes into our flight, we were high above the Wasteland — perhaps one thousand feet. Any higher and the cold would have been absolutely unbearable. Dawn broke over some low hills in the east, tingeing the clouds red where once they had been gray and cold. A sudden wave of exhaustion overtook me. Even with all of this warm clothing, the elements were sapping my strength. The coffee I’d had with my breakfast no longer warmed me.

It would be Christmas in just a few days, which seemed a strange thought. Bunker 108 had usually celebrated with extra rations and a full day off, though the significance of the holiday had been lost on the younger generation. I knew the basic story from the few times I’d attended chapel on Christmas Eve. However you looked at it, this time of year was celebrated by a lot of people around the world.

These days it seemed that we had little to celebrate. The Exodus was on its last legs, suffering at least a few deaths every day — mostly from cold and sickness. Within two weeks, the food would completely run out. The clock was ticking, which made our mission to find a shelter all the more pressing. If there was to be any form of celebration, it would come only when everyone was safe underground.

We had been in the air for two hours and so far Askal had given no sign of slowing. It was about two hundred miles total to Bunker 108 from Pyrite. I didn’t know how fast he could fly, but it didn’t seem to be that fast at all, judging by how slowly the twisted, dusty landscape passed below. As the day brightened, the desert floor was lit its usual crimson. I had no idea if we had a couple of hours more or even as much as six hours. This was the main reason we had left so early. So far, the sun had not brought much heat — though it seemed to have warmed ever so slightly since we set out.

“How are you holding up?” I asked Anna.

She buried her face in my back. “Cold.”

“We can go to the ground. Find some place to warm up a bit.”

She didn’t answer. On our way to Bunker 108 we would probably be flying across, or at least close to, Oasis. It would have been a good place to rest, except for the fact that we were flying on Askal and would likely be shot once in range. Also, such a stop would add time to our journey. I had a long-range radio attached to my belt, so I could contact Odin or Gilgamesh if things got too unbearable. The radio was for emergencies and status reports, but if things did get too cold, it was good to know we had a way out.

“We’ll make it there soon enough,” I said. “And when we do, we’ll have Odin pick us up this time.”

“If Odin isn’t busy,” Anna said. “I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

Even if it was absolute misery, we would make it, if only because we had to.

That was when I saw wooden buildings rising on the horizon, surrounded by a wooden wall. In the center of the buildings was a gleaming pond, frozen.

“Oasis,” I said.

Anna perked up behind me, looking over my shoulder. Smoke rose in streams from the clustered wooden buildings on Oasis’s southern side. It was good to see at least one settlement alive when so many had already been overwhelmed — even if that settlement was Oasis. I wondered what Ohlan’s reaction would be to the Vegas Exodus and the New Angels — that is, if he did not already know about us.

“Hard to believe we’ve flown this far already,” I said.

“Oasis is at least a hundred miles from Pyrite.”

Askal flapped his wings in long, steady sweeps, never breaking his rhythm, oblivious to our conversation. The Askala was a lot faster than I’d given him credit for.

It would just be an hour or two more until we touched down by Bunker 108. This thought was both welcome and unwelcome — welcome because we would be out of the cold air, and unwelcome because we had go inside that horrible place.

A few minutes later, we passed over the city. The buildings below looked empty and forlorn. I would have thought the town abandoned except for the fact that I saw a few people walking its streets, pausing to look up at us. Some of the people ran for the cover of buildings. Obviously, they had seen xenodragons before. We were far enough above the town to be out of range, unless someone below happened to get a very lucky shot. We soon found ourselves flying over a line of hills, having passed the town in mere seconds.

I realized, with a start, that Makara and I had traversed these hills a little over three months ago when we had been running from Brux and his gang of Raiders. Seeing that rough terrain pass in just a minute was a bit surreal. It had taken hours to cross those jagged hills. Below, toward the east, a winding trail struck across the desert plain, between two ridges of mountains.

“Raider Road,” Anna said. “Runs from Raider Bluff in the east all the way to Los Angeles in the west. A little farther south and it takes a turn for the city along the line of I-10.”

“Which all means what?”

“That if Bunker 108 is north of I-10, we must be close.”

It had taken a little over a week for me to get from Bunker 108 to Oasis when I had first entered the Wasteland. But I hadn’t been going in a straight line. I’d set off east and had wandered aimlessly for a week before meeting up with Makara. That meant that Oasis might not be that far from Bunker 108, as I had originally thought — perhaps only a two days’ journey. Bunker 114 and Bunker 108 were about fifty miles apart, and Oasis was probably halfway between Bunker 108 and Bunker 114, give or take.

My brain did a flip as its internal cartography was thrown upside down.

“So I don’t really know exactly where I’m going anymore…” I said.

“We just have to find that trailer you talked about. Right?”

Yeah, that was all we had to do. We just had to find a line of really big mountains — but there were a lot of mountains in this area toward the south. It could take a while to search.

Anna squeezed my shoulder. “There it is! That has to be it.”

She pointed to our left, down into a secluded red valley surrounded by mountains. There gleamed a small, metallic shimmer. There was no doubt — it was the trailer, alright — the very same one where Khloe had died, where I had been left alone in the world.

The flood of emotion came back in full force. I hated this place and all of the terrible memories it held, things I would never be able to forget no matter how hard I tried. I had never intended to return here. Yet, here I was. I tried not to think about how the red valley reminded me of blood. I tried not to think of all the people who had died, tried not to think of the spot where I buried Khloe, over three months ago.

I pulled my glove off and placed my cold, bare hand on Askal’s back, allowing him to read my thoughts.

This is it, I said.

Askal snorted in acknowledgement, immediately circling down toward the trailer. Anna and I gave a start at the sudden change in trajectory, but we leaned forward into Askal’s body. I held tightly to the ridge on Askal’s back, and Anna wrapped her arms tightly around me. As we lowered, butterflies rose in my stomach. The trailer grew bigger as we approached. The air warmed, but only slightly, as we descended. It was the only welcome change.

By the time Askal alighted, I felt frozen to my spot — from both physical cold and nerves.

“Come on,” Anna said, hopping off onto the ground. “We’ll be out of here in no time.”

I looked down at her doubtfully, but in the end, I supposed she was right. Maybe this would only take a few minutes, and then we would be back on our way to Pyrite aboard the Odin.

I eased myself down, sliding off Askal’s back. Pinpricks flooded my feet as I landed with a thud on the ground. I shook each foot, wincing, trying to get some circulation back. I took a few steps forward to work out the stiffness. Only thirty feet in front of me lay the trailer, just as I’d left it three months ago. If there was any difference, it was that it was covered with even more red dust and grime. There must have been a dust storm recently.

The Bunker entrance wasn’t far. I didn’t even know what I expected to find — Khloe and I had shut that Bunker door, which would make it impossible to get in. If the main entrance was closed, there was always the motor pool entrance. I didn’t even know where that was, though I supposed I could ask Michael by radio, if it came to that.

I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to be a coward, but then again, maybe my fear was justifiable when I had lost everyone I cared about in a single, horrifying night.

Anna had never had that experience in this place, even if she had experienced it elsewhere. She walked toward the trailer. Her hand was on her holstered pistol rather than her katana. She stood in front of the trailer door, reached out her left hand, and tried the latch.

“Wait,” I said, jogging to catch up with her.

It might have been overly protective of me, but I didn’t want her going in anywhere by herself. It was a silly sentiment, since Anna was far more likely to protect me than the other way around.

The metallic door swung wide open, and Anna took a few steps back, her hand never leaving her handgun. The opening revealed only darkness. We waited a few moments before approaching the trailer once more.

“Me first,” I said.

Anna shrugged, letting me pass.

I flipped on the light, and everything was illuminated in a pale yellow glow. Everything was as I had left it: the couch, the fridge, even the red fleece blanket that had covered Khloe and me, were all still in their places. The cabinets were opened from when I had rummaged in them for food and supplies. Whatever the case, it didn’t seem like there was anything of interest now. I shut off the light and closed the door, stepping back onto the dusty ground.

Askal stared at me with his white alien eyes. I wondered what was going on in his mind. He knew that I wanted him to wait here until we got back from the Bunker. Just looking at the Askala reminded me that I was infected with the xenovirus. Elekai or not, it still gave me the shivers. I didn’t know if that was something I could ever get used to. Anna looked at me and smiled, her thoughts seemingly distant. We’d had more than a few conversations lately about what the Wanderer told me. I still felt defensive when the subject of the Elekai virus came up. It made me feel different from everyone else.

“We could stay here for tonight if the exploration takes a long time,” Anna said.

“I don’t plan on staying here the night,” I said. “It’s too dangerous.”

I’d already lost one girl I loved at this place. I didn’t want to lose another.

“You going to be alright?” Anna asked.

I felt sudden sadness clench my throat. “Yeah.”

She touched my shoulder, grabbing on and pulling me close.

“You’ll be fine,” she said, looking me in the eye and smiling. “We’ll try to get done before the day is out.”

I nodded. Maybe Anna didn’t understand why I hated this place so much, but that was to be expected. I didn’t expect anybody to understand. Too often, that was just the way things were.

“Sometimes, all you can do is put one foot in front of the other,” Anna said. “You can’t get anywhere without that.”

I nodded, and Anna started walking in the direction of the Bunker.

“Wait,” I said.

Anna paused, half-turning back to me.

“There’s something I need to do first.”

As Anna raised an eyebrow, I turned away and circled around the trailer. I didn’t know if Khloe’s grave would still be there, but I intended to find out. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see her. I didn’t know when, or if, I would come back here again.

I walked on, and as soon as I rounded the trailer’s corner, I paused. The rocks I had laid on the ground over three months ago were still there, perfectly arranged in the shape of a heart. The rocks were partially covered in red sand. No one had been this way since I’d left. Somehow, that gave me comfort.

I walked forward a few steps, the tip of my boots touching the bottom point of the heart. The cold wind let up and everything stilled into silence as I watched that spot of Earth.

It was so hard to believe that it had only been three months ago. It felt like another lifetime. Another person. But the feelings were still there, visceral and bleeding.

I had often wondered what things would have been like if Michael and I hadn’t found that man infected with the xenovirus. Everything would have been different. Bunker 108 would still be running, probably. My father would still be alive. Khloe, over whose grave I stood, would still be alive. At the same time, I would have never met Anna, Makara, or Samuel. This whole mad quest to save the world would have never started in the first place.

I realized that it had all happened for a reason. Maybe…maybe this loss was necessary. I hated that thought: that any loss was necessary. But I also saw how Khloe’s death led to everything we had accomplished: discovering the origins of the xenovirus, meeting the Wanderer, gathering the Vegas gangs, discovering the purpose behind the Elekai and the Radaskim. Even knowing this, I knew there were no guarantees. Khloe’s death would mean nothing if we failed, if we were destroyed by the Radaskim in their aim to conquer all life. Even with the Wanderer guiding me, there was the overwhelming probability of failure. After all, hadn’t a thousand worlds already failed? What made ours so special?

But at least we had the chance to go down fighting. Like Khloe had.

Anna stood next to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. I wrapped my right arm around her waist. She leaned into me, silent.

“This is it, isn’t it?” she asked.

I nodded. This was it. Or at least that was what I had thought three months ago, when I had left this spot behind and wandered into the Wasteland with nothing but the clothes on my back and a pack filled with a blanket, water, and granola. That had been the beginning of a whole new life — a whole new person. It was a life that, surprisingly, lasted more than a couple of weeks. And now here I was — standing with someone I loved over the grave of someone I had loved.

“Come on,” I said.

We turned from the grave and trod south in the direction of the Bunker door, about a mile distant. Making peace with my past, such as I could, gave me a strength to go on that I had not expected. With Anna by my side, I could handle scouting this Bunker. I could handle anything.

At least, that was my hope.

Chapter 2

“It’s open.”

Anna stared into the dark opening of Bunker 108. That vault door, which Khloe and I had closed so long ago, had swung inward all the way. Either the wind had blown it open, which I found unlikely, or someone, or something, had come out after us on that dreadful night long ago. Or, perhaps, someone had gone in. I didn’t know which prospect was the worst.

If someone had gone inside — a Raider, perhaps, seeking spoils — the odds that they had come back out again were very slim.

And yet, that was what we planned on doing. If the door was open then there was a chance the Howlers had gotten out. Whatever that door being open meant, one thing was clear: neither of us had expected it.

“Should we still go in?” Anna asked.

I hesitated. I wanted to say “no,” but Makara would probably want us to scout this out. You didn’t just turn tail and run when you encountered the unexpected.

“Let me raise her.”

I put the radio to my mouth. “Makara. Got a copy?”

Static sizzled from the speaker as Anna and I waited for what seemed an eternity. Finally, Makara responded.

“Go ahead.”

“We’re here. The door is open. Khloe and I didn’t leave it like this. It means someone has gone in or come out since then.”

I stared into the darkness. I imagined Makara, sitting safe on the deck of Gilgamesh, two hundred miles distant. Was she going to decide to risk our lives?

“Proceed with recon?” I asked.

Finally, Makara answered. “Do you…smell anything?”

It seemed a strange question at first, but I soon realized its significance. Anything infected with the xenovirus carried a trademark rotting odor.

I inhaled deeply, the icy cold air stinging my lungs. I smelled absolutely nothing.

“Negative,” I said.

“We could proceed just partway in,” Anna said. “There’s no way we can find out anything standing here.”

That much was true. And it seemed a huge waste to fly all the way down here just to turn back. Why would Makara send us if she didn’t plan on…

“Go ahead and proceed with the recon,” Makara said. “Odin should be there late afternoon after it drops the last of the food. That gives you guys six hours to find out what you can. And if anything jumps out at you…run away. Don’t fight. Run to that creature and get in the air first thing.”

“Copy that. I’m turning the radio off, but we’ll update you soon. Over and out.”

I clicked the radio off and clipped it to my belt. I set my pack on the ground, fumbling in its largest pocket for my flashlight. I withdrew it and clicked it on, pointing it into the dark Bunker with my left hand. I threw on my pack once more, drawing my Beretta from its holster with my right, all the while pointing the flashlight into the empty rock tunnel. Anna unsheathed her katana, a metallic ring sounding in the cold air.

“Alright,” I said. “Ready?”

Anna shrugged. “As much as I’ll ever be.”

It was the best either of us was going to get. I walked toward the dark entrance and crossed the threshold.

* * *

The darkness deepened as we left the open entrance behind. It warmed somewhat out of the wind. I almost wanted to close the door for the sake of warmth, but I knew that this was a bad idea. It was dark enough in here and I didn’t want to compound the problem.

The rock tunnel sloped away from the entrance. Being inside brought on a surreal feeling. On one hand, it felt like coming home — after stripping it of everything that felt like home and replacing it with something hostile and dark. Bunker 108 would be completely empty of human life by now, and filled with something…else.

I didn’t pause in my advance down the tunnel, even when I knew what my first sight would be. Khloe’s parents would be somewhere up ahead, lying dead in the darkness, ripped and torn and likely still rotting from their deaths three months ago

Or, at least, I thought they would be. I scanned my flashlight beam down the tunnel, finding absolutely nothing. It was as if the tunnel had been cleared by someone — or something. Even the remains of Chan’s ruptured corpse were absent.

“There should be bodies here,” I said softly. “Chan. Khloe’s parents. They’re all gone, now.”

“Where do you think they went?”

I didn’t have an answer for her. “I have no idea.”

We reached the end of the tunnel and stopped before the inner vault door. Why or how that was closed, I had, again, no idea. Khloe and I had left it open. Maybe we weren’t the last ones out. I didn’t think Howlers were intelligent enough to close a door. A person had to have done it. Could someone have survived the infection and come out of hiding, escaping the Bunker days after it had been first infected? They would have closed the inner door, and perhaps left the outer one open in their panic to escape.

There was no way we could speculate from this position. We would have to go further into the Bunker.

“What now?” Anna whispered.

I cautiously stepped forward, pressing my ear against the cold metal. I heard nothing but my own pulse thrumming in my ear. I waited a moment longer. Silence.

“Should we go in?” Anna asked.

This was the only way in available, not counting the motor pool entrance. The latch was just inches from my hand. But I made no move to open it. It could lead to both of our deaths just an instant later if something was waiting on the other side.

But that wasn’t all. Something about this place wasn’t adding up. I had expected bodies. I had expected Howlers. But so far, none of these things had appeared. We would know nothing for sure until we opened this door. And I wasn’t sure if we should do even that. So far, there had been no bodies, no threats. For all we knew, Bunker 108 really was safe.

My own intuition, however, said the opposite. If only there were some way to see inside without risking ourselves…

“What’s that?” Anna asked.

She was pointing back toward the entrance. Sitting to the side of the door was a computer station. It was what the guards used to watch outside the Bunker. Maybe it was also connected to the rest of Bunker 108’s security network. If so, we might even be able to see inside the Bunker.

“We could see if it still works,” I said. “The power probably went off months ago.”

Then again, I thought of Bunker One and how one of its fusion reactors still ran twelve years after the Bunker had gone offline. As long as there was water for fuel and no kinks in the machinery, I knew the power could run for a long time. The U.S. had planned for these things to run for decades, if not centuries.

We walked back to the front of the tunnel, the natural light of the open door lighting the way. Anna stood in front of the computer station. She hit the “Enter” key. To my surprise, the screen came out of hibernation, flashing blue. A keyboard appeared on the touchscreen along with several buttons, listing, “Camera 1,” “Camera 2,” all the way up to “Camera 6.” After all of these months, Bunker 108’s security system was online. Maybe even the doors had power, along with the lights. Maybe we could get the entire Bunker running again.

But first, we had to make sure it was safe. And that meant looking at the cameras.

Anna touched the “Camera 1” tab. It showed the view directly in front of the Bunker door. It was a bit weird, because the way the camera was pointing showed us standing in front of the computer station. She quickly switched between cameras. Two and Three were both dark. Four showed a shot of the cafeteria. The lights were off; the camera view itself was illuminated green with night vision. The Caf was apparently empty, but tables and chairs were all overturned. There were no bodies. I stared at the screen intently. This was where the Bunker residents had gathered to make their final stand against the Howlers. Even if there were no bodies in the entrance tunnel, it seemed there should be bodies here.

“Something is really, really wrong,” I said.

I was beginning to wonder if we were even in the right Bunker. I stared at the open vault door. 108. There was no denying it. We were in the right place.

Anna switched over to Camera 5. It showed an elevated view of the Hydroponics Lab. The large room was dim, but the grow lights were still on. The plants were wild, green, overgrown. No one had been tending them for the past few months, which dashed any possibility of survivors living here. They were still getting water and light, though. If there had been any survivors, they would surely be in this room because of the constant supply of food and water. But I saw nothing in those tangled plants. By the grow lights, I could see tomatoes, apples, and other fruits piled on the floors, rotting.

Finally, Anna switched over to the final camera, Camera 6. Immediately, the screen flicked to the Officers’ Wing. I felt coldness overtake me when I saw three Howlers standing upright, still and silent. Their white eyes stared vacantly ahead, apparently dormant.

“Well,” Anna said. “There’s our answer.”

So the Bunker was still overrun by Howlers. But who had cleaned the entrance tunnel and the Caf? It was hard to imagine the Howlers doing this themselves. Maybe there were survivors, and they had only reclaimed certain parts of the Bunker. If that were the case, then why had the Hydroponics Lab remained untended?

“Maybe there are still survivors,” I said. “They could have just locked themselves in one area of the Bunker. Perhaps near the reactor. That would explain why the power is still on.”

“Or maybe near the kitchen,” Anna said. “There would be food there.”

“Maybe,” I said.

In my mind’s eye, I pictured the schematic of Bunker 108. It had three levels, and I knew how to access each area. On top was the largest area — the main floor. The main corridor made a square shape. It contained all the social areas — offices, the Caf, the Officers’ Wing, the medical bay, the Rec. The Mids, the area directly beneath the top floor, contained apartments, mostly. The bottom level contained the power plant, the Hydroponics Lab, and the recycling tanks. I had come out of Bunker 108 through the Hydroponics Lab, using a spiral stair that could be accessed by the atrium.

We merely had to open the inner door, enter that security tunnel, go down the stairs, and walk the rest of the way to the Hydroponics Lab. If there were any survivors, I thought that was where they would most likely be. It would also be fairly easy to access, if the security door leading to the stairs was unlocked.

“I know a way we can get to the Hydro Lab,” I said. “We wouldn’t have to go too far in.”

“Maybe we should just watch for a while, first.” Anna switched back to Camera 5, showing the verdant growth overtaking the lab.

“Watching is a fine idea,” I said. “But at least from where the camera is sitting, it’s too high and the vegetation too thick to see anything. We have to actually go there to find out if anyone made it.”

“I still think they’d be in the kitchen,” Anna said. “It’s where I would go.”

Anna and I watched the screen a moment longer. Going inside the atrium meant putting ourselves in danger. Cameras 2 and 3, which were now dark, likely would have showed a view of that area. Anna cycled between the defunct cameras once again. But these cameras were gone, and we would have to be alright with going in blind.

“Are we doing it?” Anna asked. “I can open the door from here. I see the command.”

I hesitated. Worst case, Howlers came spilling out of that door as soon as it was opened. If that happened, we could quickly shut the door and deal with whatever came. There was the danger of those Howlers exploding and infecting Anna — I would be safe because the Elekai virus protected me. At least, I thought it did. If we brought them down quick enough we could run out the entrance of the Bunker and probably escape the blasts.

I wanted to find out what had happened here, and that entailed risks. We had come too far to back out now.

“Do it,” I said.

Anna paused, giving me the opportunity to change my mind. Finally, she pressed the button. A sudden crash caused us both to jump. The door to the inner part of the Bunker slowly rolled back.

Just as the door to the outside swung inward. It was closing on us.

Anna and I ran toward it, but the vault door of 108 slammed shut and thundered in the close confines of the tunnel. The lock wheel twisted shut of its own avail, leaving us in a darkness broken only by my flashlight and the blue screen of the monitor. At the same time I could hear the creak of the inner door opening.

The inner part of the Bunker was open, but we had shut ourselves in at the same time.

* * *

Anna breathed beside me, but it was the only sound. Howlers, if there were any, had not reacted to the outside Bunker door closing. That in itself seemed impossible. Where were these things? We had seen them in the Officers’ Wing, but they couldn’t be the only three Howlers in this place…

“Can you try getting the door open again?” I asked.

Anna was already on the directory. “It appears it doesn’t allow the inner door and the outer door to be open at the same time. It’s one or the other.”

The people who had built Bunker 108 had probably done this for security reasons. Now, however, it was biting us in the butt.

“Maybe…we should actually check this place out,” Anna said. “Nothing’s coming out at us, anyway. Not yet.”

I was inclined to agree. My flashlight had enough juice to last several hours. It was plenty of time to have a look around.

“I know this place like the back of my hand,” I said. “It would probably be best to start with Hydroponics. If we go by the security stairwell, it’s pretty close and should be safe.”

Anna went back to the computer screen. She flipped through the various cameras once again — outside, cafeteria, Officers’ Wing…

“Hey.”

“What?”

I looked over her shoulder at the shot of the Officers’ Wings. The three Howlers that had been standing there earlier were now gone.

“They’ve moved,” I said.

We stood in silence for a moment. I strained my ears to hear anything that might be coming. There was nothing.

“Maybe we should get out of here while we can, with those three roaming around,” Anna said. “And there might be more coming for all we know. Didn’t you say hundreds of people lived here?”

“Open up the outside door and close the inner,” I said. “We can always come back in later. Maybe come in through the motor pool this time.”

Anna tapped the screen a few times, frowning. “It won’t.”

“Won’t open?”

“Says ‘critical power failure’. It won’t shut.”

“What?” I asked. “It was just working a minute ago!”

“Hold on.” A new menu popped up, prompting Anna to switch to auxiliary power. She pressed ‘yes’.”

If this didn’t work…

The computer thought for a moment. It was taking way too long…

It shut completely off. The only light now came from my flashlight.

“What the…” I said.

Behind came the sound of something shuffling toward us from the bottom of the tunnel. I shined my flashlight down and nearly dropped it at what I saw.

* * *

What my light fell upon was a young woman probably in her early twenties. She gazed at us with pale blue eyes. Her blonde hair hung thick and tangled around her face, greasy and unwashed. She was thin and carried a long metal pole with a hook at its end. Some purple gunk had crusted on the hook. She merely stared, her haunting eyes sending chills down my spine.

She wasn’t one of them; I could see that much. Still, the way she was standing there, staring, not saying anything…

I realized that we weren’t saying anything, either. Maybe she was freaked out by us. She was obviously someone who had lived here, who had survived, only…

…I had no idea who she was.

Anna held her blade before her. I took a step forward, but Anna placed a hand on my shoulder, not allowing me to go any further.

I was trying to recognize this woman’s face — but either time, the darkness, or something else made recognition difficult.

“You don’t remember me, Alex?”

The voice was soft, somewhat raspy. Little-used. Coldness crept over me at the mention of my name.

The woman took a few steps forward.

“Slowly,” Anna said.

The woman paused, as if noticing Anna’s weapon for the first time. She knelt and gently laid her pole and hook on the ground, never breaking eye contact with Anna. Then, she crawled forward on her hands and knees. Just seeing her do that made me cringe for some reason.

“Look, you don’t have to…” I said.

“That’s close enough,” Anna said.

The woman stopped. Anna took a step forward, still about fifteen feet distant from the woman.

“Now, stand.”

Slowly, the woman stood. In the light of my flashlight, I could finally see her face. I recognized her now, and it was hard not to gasp. Her name was Ruth Massey. Her blue eyes, once so full of life, were now dull, pained, haunted. Blood and slime matted her hair, dirt stained her face, and hunger had hollowed her cheeks. There was a savage, dangerous intensity to those eyes that was nothing like the woman I remembered. She had been married to an Officer and had worked in storage. I didn’t think she’d had a kid. I hoped for her sake that she hadn’t.

And even after all of these thoughts passed through my mind, I still wasn’t entirely sure that it was her.

“Ruth?” I asked.

Slowly, she nodded. She did not speak; it was if she had forgotten what speech was. I didn’t think three months was long enough to do that. But if she survived here for three months, there was no telling what that could do to a person — especially someone who had been so gentle and kind before.

“Are you the only one left?”

She looked up at me with those haunting eyes, windows into a pain that went beyond anything I could ever imagine.

“The only one.”

Chapter 3

Ruth retreated, grabbing her pole once more. Anna’s grip tightened on her katana, but Ruth merely turned.

“Come on,” Ruth said. “You woke the whole Bunker up and we’ll all be dead if we don’t make it back in time.”

“Back?” I asked.

Ruth didn’t answer. She walked away into the darkness. Before I could follow her, Anna grabbed my shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“Ruth is alright,” I said. “I know her.”

“You sure?”

From somewhere in the Bunker, I heard the distant yowl of a Howler. Two more Howlers took up the first one’s cry.

“Not like we have a choice, anyway,” I said.

“Come on!” Ruth called from ahead, insistent.

Anna and I ran after Ruth. More howls pierced the air. When we caught up, Ruth led us down the rest of the rock tunnel with surprising boldness, using her pole and hook as a walking stick. Her pace was brisk, but not a jog or all-out run. I wondered why she was taking her time about it.

“When it’s dark,” Ruth explained in a whisper, “they are most attracted to movement. They see well enough in the light so it does you no good to sit still. But when it’s dark, you have to give them a little help before they charge after you.”

As we entered Bunker 108’s atrium, Ruth extended her pole, pointing it outward. Feet shuffled toward us about thirty feet distant. Still, Ruth did not run. Instead she walked to the security door that led downward toward the Hydroponics. It was the same door Khloe, her parents, and I had taken during our escape. That door, normally locked, opened when Ruth pulled on it.

At this sudden movement, a few high shrieks sounded.

“Inside,” she said. “Hurry!”

As more inhuman yips came from the darkness behind, Anna and I rushed inside. Quickly, Ruth followed us and slammed the door shut. She reached toward the corner and lifted a metal bar, which she placed across the handle. Bare feet rushed into the atrium on the other side of the door. Several bodies slammed into the metal door, but it held in place with the bar.

“Too close,” I said.

Ruth nodded. “The story of my life, since that day.”

I saw that Ruth carried no light of her own. I didn’t know if she actually had one, or if she had chosen to make her way around in the dark without one. She must have known Bunker 108 better than anyone. I suppressed a shudder as I pointed my light toward the stairwell ahead, pushing back the darkness.

“Turn that off,” Ruth said. “They’ll see it.”

I snapped the light off, leaving us in pitch blackness.

“Slowly, carefully,” she said. “Put your hand on the rail. When you get to the bottom, follow the wall all the way to the end. You’ll see the light.”

Her voice was so quiet that I could barely hear. We followed her, spiraling down the stairway as more inhuman yowls sounded from the atrium.

“Usually you can make your way around the Bunker if it’s dark enough,” Ruth said. “And if you are slow and patient enough. Not that I try anymore. I have everything I need in Hydroponics. Everything.”

Neither Anna nor I responded. I saw nothing in front of me, and could only hear the breaths and steps of Ruth and Anna ahead. Of all the people to have survived the xenoviral infestation, I would have picked Ruth last. We weren’t close or anything, but I knew her well enough to know here as bubbly, happy, and innocent. I saw none of that, now. Like the rest of us citizens, she could fire and fight as well as anyone. All that latent training must have kicked into gear as soon as the Bunker fell.

Ruth led us down with purpose until we reached the bottom. The corridor led dead ahead. At the end of the tunnel I could see pale yellow light glowing.

“I only have the power on to grow food,” Ruth said. “I don’t want to test it any more than that.”

“You’ve been living here by yourself?” Anna asked.

“Yes.”

Her voice was thin, as if parched. I first thought she might be sick. Then, I realized that her voice was probably weak from lack of use. Existing three months on her own, especially given how extroverted Ruth was, must have been torture. No wonder she had risked her life to rescue us like that.

“Thank you,” I said. “For saving us.”

Ruth didn’t answer. My words seemed to have no effect.

Her silhouette was outlined by the light coming from the Hydroponics Lab. From my position I could smell the thick aroma of vegetation — spicy, sweet, and earthy all at the same time. It instantly took me back to my old life and the memory wasn’t exactly welcome.

All of a sudden, I became aware of the closeness of the walls, the weight of the earth above, this cage of metal known as Bunker 108. I remembered the old stories about how a lot of the first residents went crazy after moving underground — when they realized they couldn’t get back out. It was small wonder that so many Bunkers had fallen. Human beings weren’t meant to be caged like animals. We were meant to be free, even if that freedom meant wandering a Wasteland.

We all stood inside the Hydroponics Lab. Though the lighting was dim, coming only from the grow lights set above the plants, it was still enough to see by. The plants overran their lanes, though small areas appeared to be cultivated. I realized that Ruth could only tend so much of the lab. Back when Bunker 108 was online, dozens of people worked these lanes, all presided over by Khloe’s parents, who ran the lab. Things were different, now. From all appearances, Bunker 108 was now a one-woman operation.

And here stood Ruth, staring at us both. I realized then that she really had been living here when I’d thought for sure everyone was dead.

“How did you survive here?” I asked.

Ruth smiled grimly. “Do you really want to know?”

Something from her tone made me wonder if I did.

“Yes. If you survived, maybe there are others, too.”

Ruth shook her head, her hair falling in front of her face. She brushed it out with her free hand, tucking it behind her ears. She set the pole against the wall, heaving a sigh. It was like she didn’t know what to do, or say, with people around. It was the opposite of the Ruth I once knew.

“If you want to know…” Ruth said.

“You don’t have to,” Anna said. “Why don’t we sit down? Relax a bit.”

Ruth gave another smile, this one bitter. “Relax?”

“Yeah,” I said. “You do that, don’t you?”

Ruth shook her head. “I try to stay busy. It helps to keep my mind off things. I tend all the plants, even when I don’t need to. I make sure the irrigation lines are maintained. I’m trying to figure out how the recycling tanks work, how the hydroponics itself recycles.” She sighed. “If I relax, I’ll start to go crazy.”

Anna and I both watched Ruth. She was starting to get fidgety, wringing her hands.

“Let’s just sit down and talk, alright?” Anna said. “About anything. Doesn’t have to be about this place. Actually…it shouldn’t be about this place.”

Ruth blinked. “This place is all I know.”

“Let’s change that, then.”

Ruth didn’t answer — she looked away, her blue eyes blank. Living alone under these conditions had taken its toll.

“Maybe we can eat,” I said. “I have some grilled chicken in my pack.”

“Chicken,” Ruth said, saying the word as if it were new. “Haven’t had that in a while.”

Bunker 108 did have a chicken coop separate from Hydroponics, though it was mostly for the eggs the birds laid. Killing and eating the chickens was out of the question, except during special occasions, as they were too valuable a commodity. Those chickens were probably all dead, now. Their food had come from this very room, after all.

“Fine,” Ruth said. “Let’s sit down and talk.”

She turned, pushing her way through several tall tomato plants. Anna looked at me, her eyes questioning. I shrugged before motioning Anna to proceed me.

Ruth led us to a corner of the Hydroponics Lab. There, she had arranged several blankets to make a floor of sorts, something to take away from the hard, cold linoleum. There were several polyester sacks, filled with produce. My stomach rumbled — it had been hours since breakfast. Ruth sat on the blankets, leaning her back against the wall, stretching her legs out. Her hands became fidgety, not used to being idle.

Anna and I sat down with her. Nothing was said for a long moment. I took off my pack, reaching inside of it. I pulled out the chicken — two grilled breasts wrapped in a reusable plastic bag.

I handed mine to Ruth. “Here.”

“I don’t want it.”

Even though she said that, her eyes told me she did.

“You haven’t had protein like this in a long time,” I said. “You need it.”

“We have a walnut tree in here,” Ruth said. “Or did you forget?”

“What happened to the others?”

Ruth shrugged. “There were three, but I only take care of the one. Just me, after all.”

Ruth reached into one of the polyester sacks, retrieving a plastic container filled to the brim with walnuts, already husked for their kernels.

“You’ve been busy,” Anna said.

Ruth, at last, gave a smile. “Nothing but time down here.”

She took a handful of kernels, popping them into her mouth. She then passed the container to us. I took a few of the kernels in my hand, looking at them for a moment before eating them. Walnuts were one of the many amenities I missed from this Bunker. As they crunched in my mouth, I reached for more.

Ruth had already unzipped her chicken and was eating it, mixing it with some of the walnuts.

“It’s good,” she said.

We ate for a while in silence. I grabbed some tomatoes in one of the sacks, handing one to Anna and placing the rest in a pile before us. I bit into it; the flavor was sweet and juicy.

Ruth licked her fingers and took another handful of walnuts. She began to talk.

“When everything happened,” Ruth began, “I hid in a closet in the Caf. Mark…he died, but told me to run right before those monsters got him.”

I remembered that Mark Massey had been an Officer, and Ruth’s husband. He was tall, broad-shouldered, known for his smile and laugh as much as Ruth was. Charismatic. People believed he had a bright future among the Officers in Bunker 108. So many bright futures had been dimmed that day.

“I locked myself in a pantry in the kitchen and didn’t come out for two days. I only came out after everything went quiet.”

Ruth stared ahead. She recited this clinically, as if it had happened to someone else.

“When I came out, I found this pole in the hands of a dead Officer. I picked it up just in time to kill a few monsters I didn’t realize were there. Then I ran.”

“To here?” Anna asked.

Ruth nodded. “I had my pole and I just jabbed any one of those things I saw and tried not to look at them.” She paused. “I didn’t want to know who they were — who they had been. That just made it worse.”

“Were there any Howlers in the Hydroponics Lab?”

“No,” Ruth said. “One small miracle. Maybe they didn’t have time to spread that far. Still, after I barred myself in, I checked every single lane at least three times, every square inch of this place. Only then did I sleep.”

“And you’ve been here ever since?” I asked.

Ruth nodded. “For the most part, yeah. I’ve come out a few times. Once, to try and escape. That’s when I met him. I should have said…there is another survivor. A man.”

“Who?” Anna asked.

Ruth shook her head. “I’ve thought about this a long time. I’ve never really gotten a good look. But one time, I did — it was the time I tried to escape. He was no one I’d ever seen before. Which confused me. I mean, I knew everyone in this Bunker. Everyone. We all did. And I had never seen that man before.”

“Who could he be?” I asked.

“A few weeks ago, I realized who he was. Which explained why I’d never seen him before.” Ruth looked at me, her eyes intent. “Old Darcy.”

Old Darcy. That was a name I hadn’t heard in a while. Fifteen years ago, there had been a man named Clyde Darcy who was said to have gone crazy. He had killed his entire family, the only murders to have ever occurred in Bunker 108. The aftershocks changed the fate of the Bunker forever. Clyde Darcy, or Old Darcy as he was later called, wasn’t just any man. He had been a Colonel, Chan’s superior, and had been in charge of Bunker 108 before he was executed.

No one knew what caused Darcy to snap, and if you knew what was good for you, you never brought it up, especially around Chan. There was a rumor that Darcy really hadn’t been killed, that Chan had kept him alive for one reason or another. There were many tossed about. Several centered on the belief that Darcy had known something so critical to the survival of the Bunker Program that he couldn’t be killed, and maybe it was the thing that caused him to go crazy. Another rumor was that he was the highest ranking official in the United States, effectively making him President. Or, so the speculation went.

Whatever the reason, Chan kept Darcy from being executed, locking him instead deep in the Officers’ Wing. Kids told stories about seeing Officers carrying food down to the cells when they were thought to be vacant.

I had thought it all ridiculous. It sounded like a rumor, something we kids made up to scare the crap out of each other. There had been a Clyde Darcy; that was fact. But him being kept alive for fifteen years because Chan somehow needed him?

“You really think it’s Clyde Darcy?” I asked.

“It couldn’t be anyone else,” Ruth insisted. “He was old, and I’d recognize anyone from this Bunker. The fact that I didn’t recognize him was proof enough for me.”

“What did you do when you saw him?” Anna asked.

“I ran. I ran as fast as I could and locked myself back in here. He beat on the door for a while, but those monsters came after him. I heard him curse and run off.” Ruth shuddered. “I haven’t heard him since.”

“You think he’s still alive?” Anna asked.

Ruth shrugged. “I hope not. Crazy man like that, who knows. I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

I had difficulty believing this. Yet again, sometimes rumors existed for a reason. If Darcy were alive, it meant we just didn’t have the Howlers to deal with. We had a crazy, murderous man.

“Whatever the case,” I said, “we need to find a way out of here.”

“The door lost power,” Anna said. “I switched it to auxiliary.”

Ruth shook her head. “Bad move.”

“What?” Anna asked. “Why?”

“The main power is spotty,” Ruth said. “But the auxiliary power is kaput. As soon as you switched it, everything went dead. You should have just kept it on the main line.”

“Crap, how was I supposed to know that?” Anna asked.

“You couldn’t have,” Ruth said. “I arrived too late to stop you. I did the same thing with a section of grow lights that went out. Now, that section is dark for good. The plants are withering.”

“How did you know we were up there?” I asked.

“I could hear you guys talking from behind my door. It’s so quiet in here. Things carry surprisingly well. I hear weird clicks and clacks all the time. You learn to ignore the sounds or you go crazy. But when I heard you guys talking, I knew you had come from the outside and that you didn’t know about the danger in here. So I came out.”

Anna reached out to touch her arm. “Thanks. As Alex said, we wouldn’t be here without you.”

“It was what I had to do. But the bigger question is what we do now.”

“We can’t go out the front anymore,” I said. “That means we have to try for the motor pool.”

“I didn’t say we couldn’t go out the front,” Ruth said. “You can open the outer door manually, of course. That’s how it was usually done, right? The computer thing is just an automated system. The inner and outer doors can’t be open at the same time. The inner is open right now, so we could still get into the tunnel and manually open the outer door once we close the inner one.”

“Of course,” I said. “I should have known that, because every time I’ve gone out I had to open the door manually.”

“Should we leave now?” Anna asked.

“No. We should wait for things to calm down a bit, first,” Ruth said. “Those…Howlers, did you call them?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Howlers. They take a while to go away. An hour or two at least.”

We all sat quietly. Maybe getting out wouldn’t be so hard after all. Just wait out the Howlers, then go back the way we came in.

“Why did you only try to escape the one time?” Anna asked.

“I’ve actually been preparing to leave,” Ruth said. “I’m trying to work out a plan. I know it’s cold out there so I need more clothing than this. Only, that requires me going to the apartments, which are pretty far from here. It’s too dangerous.”

What she said was true. Her camo pants and wear-resistant polyester shirt might be sufficient for summer, but they were insufficient to survive a Wasteland winter.

“Not only that,” Ruth said, “but I want a better weapon than this pole. The few times I’ve been outside Hydroponics I haven’t even found a security baton. It would be nice to have a gun or something. This pole works well enough, I guess. We have several of them in Storage. We mainly used them for reaching shelves that are too high up.”

“Well, you don’t have to wait for all of that now,” I said. “We have a whole team out there that you can stay with. Hell, even Michael and Lauren Sanchez and their kid are with us.

Ruth’s eyes widened. “What? They’re alive?”

I nodded. “Yeah. They took one of the Recons and made it to Vegas. That’s where we met them.”

Ruth’s eyes looked hopeful for once. “Lauren… she was my best friend. I thought she was dead. You’re telling me she’s alive?”

“Yeah,” I said. “She’s with us right now. Not here, obviously, but with the rest of the group outside.”

“Outside the Bunker?” Ruth asked.

“Up in Pyrite,” I said. “It’s this small town and…”

Anna placed a hand on my arm. “Maybe we should tell her the whole story first.”

Ruth looked from me to Anna.

“Alright,” I said. “Just to warn you: it’s a very long story.”

“We have time,” Ruth said. “But first, tell me: Lauren is alright? Callie?”

I nodded. “Yeah, they’re both fine. They’ve been through a lot, but so has anyone who survived this.”

Ruth nodded. The news brought peace, softening the features of her face.

“Okay,” Ruth said. “Tell me everything. Why you’re here. How you go out. Everything.”

Chapter 4

Over the next two hours, we explained everything — how I escaped Bunker 108, met Makara and Samuel, and how Anna had joined us at Raider Bluff to head to Bunker One in order to discover the origins of the xenovirus.

Ruth stopped me when I reached the hardest part — Khloe dying.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know you liked her.”

I felt my eyes moisten. “How did you know that?”

Ruth smiled. “It was obvious. We all knew you liked her. She liked you, too, even if you two were different. You were quiet, she wasn’t. You got that way when your mom died.”

“You remember that, too?”

Ruth nodded. “Of course. No one forgets the death of someone who isn’t supposed to die. Especially someone as beautiful as your mother.” Ruth paused, not sure how to go on. “She was a kind woman. A bright soul. I was thirteen or so then, but old enough to remember.”

I smiled grimly. “You remember more than I do, then.”

I thought of my mother. Her brown hair, her warm, hazel eyes. Always smiling. I was seven when I heard the news, when my dad told me that she had died. We had expected a new life that day. I was excited to have a new sister. But instead of one new life, it was two new deaths. That day I felt as if I’d learned everything about life I’d ever need to know.

In Bunker 108, I’d gone quiet. My dad buried himself in work while I tried to forget and disassociate from the pain. The only person I allowed in was Khloe, but even she only got to see so much. When I tried to think about how I felt, the feelings wouldn’t come. Khloe was always there for me, even when she couldn’t understand.

When my dad and Khloe died, I wandered into the Wasteland where I should have died. But in the Wasteland of death, by some miracle, I had found life. Losing Khloe was far more crushing than even I’d realized. I was always good at burying my feelings, at my raw emotions that I felt were too dangerous to express. I had buried my emotions as much as I had buried Khloe that day. I never understood how people could live with them. Feelings made things too messy. Too complicated. Too real, maybe.

That was what Makara and I most had in common. She didn’t wear her heart on her sleeve. We had found each other in the Wasteland, perhaps by fate. And as new people entered my life — Samuel, Anna, Ashton, the Wanderer — the pieces began coming back together.

I wasn’t whole. No one was. No one lived life unscathed. People without scars were people without stories. But I’d learned that even when shattered, I could heal.

At these thoughts, I started to cry. Ruth watched, her own eyes shining with tears as Anna wrapped an arm around me.

“It’s alright,” she said.

“Tears are a sign of weakness,” I said.

“No,” Ruth said. “Sometimes, crying is what keeps us strong.”

I didn’t understand this, but decided Ruth’s words made enough sense. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t control everything. I had to pull myself together, at least long enough to finish this story. Being in the place where it had all started probably hadn’t helped matters.

“Sorry,” I said. “Lost a bit of control there.

“It’s alright. A lot of life is realizing what you can and can’t control, and learning to be okay with that.”

Anna and I then told Ruth about what we discovered at Bunker One, how Ashton rescued us in Gilgamesh, and how he flew us to Skyhome. It took time to convince Ruth that spaceships were real and she would see them soon enough.

We described our mission to Nova Roma — surviving slavers, the Coleseo, the attack of the xenodragons, and how we failed in convincing Emperor Augustus to help us. We spoke of meeting the Vegas gangs and how they joined the Raiders and the Exiles to form the New Angels. Ruth listened as we talked of the Great Blight’s attack on the city, forcing everyone to evacuate west toward Los Angeles — which we still had to take over from the Reapers.

I spoke about how I was infected with the Elekai version of the xenovirus while in the Great Blight. We told Ruth everything I had learned from the Wanderer — about the Elekai, the Radaskim, along with the Eternal War that has gone on for millions of years over thousands of worlds.

I talked about what remained. I still had to go to Ragnarok Crater and infect Askala, the Radaskim Xenomind, with the Elekai version of the xenovirus. According to the Wanderer, this was the only way to stop the invasion.

We clarified most of these points until Ruth understood fully. Anna explained how the Exodus was cold and starving, how we had to find space to house fifteen hundred people for the winter while keeping them all fed. A suitable shelter had to be found before Augustus could reinforce the Reapers.

After we finished our story, Ruth didn’t say anything for a while. It was a lot of information to absorb, but it looked like she had taken it all in.

“A hundred might live here for a few months,” she said. “If the Howlers were cleared out. This is the only safe part of the Bunker. No slime. No Howlers. I wouldn’t risk living anywhere besides here. But fifteen hundred?” Ruth shook her head. “No way. The lab would be picked clean in days.”

“You say that this place is a no-go as far as holding fifteen hundred people,” Anna said. “It’s what we expected, anyway. We just came to recon and confirm that. Now we just have to get out.”

“We’ll have to wait for them to go away,” Ruth said. “With us talking like this, I’m sure they’ve hung around. Best bet is to sleep and try once we wake up. They should be gone by then.”

“Before we do that,” I said, “I need to raise Makara on the radio. She’ll want to know about all of this.”

* * *

I wasn’t able to contact Makara; all that came through the radio was static. I figured it was from being so far underground. Makara would be worried after not hearing from us for so long, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that.

When I put my radio away, frustrated, Ruth reached into one of the two sacks of fruits and veggies and pulled out three peaches. She handed Anna and I each one.

“A little snack before we sleep,” she said.

I took a bite eagerly — it was an explosion of succulent sweetness, perfectly ripe.

Anna just stared at hers.

“What, you’re not going to eat it?” I asked.

Her mouth turned down distastefully. “I don’t know. I’ve never really liked peaches. Whether it’s the fuzz, or the smell — they’ve just always freaked me out for some reason. But I’m so hungry that I don’t even care.”

As she took a giant bite, I laughed. “They freak you out? Peaches?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m weird.”

“Well, I have other stuff, too” Ruth said. “Blackberries, raspberries, strawberries…”

“Oh, no,” Anna said, taking a bite quickly. “It’s fine. I like peaches.”

Ruth eyed Anna skeptically, but ended up saying nothing. She gathered herself in one of her blankets and continued to lean against the wall. The way her eyelids got heavy told me that she was tired, but she wasn’t going to go to sleep. Not yet, anyway.

“There’s more blankets you can use,” Ruth said.

Indeed, some blankets were piled up next to the sacks of food. They were dirty, but Anna and I each grabbed one. We didn’t want to offend our host.

As I wrapped one of the blankets around me, Ruth closed her eyes. She looked peaceful. I thought about who she been before Bunker 108’s fall: happy, the center of attention, always talking to people.

That, for her, must have been the hardest part about surviving here.

Ruth opened her eyes once more. “It’s hard to believe all of that really happened. I mean, there’s a whole world out there that I’ve never seen. I’ve been outside only once — when I turned sixteen. I…sort of broke down out there. It was all too much, so Chan said I had to stay here. A few years later, I got married to Mark.” She halted at his name. She then forced herself to on. “I started working here, in the lab. Things were going good, until…”

Ruth’s eyes became distant, and she sighed.

“My husband was a good man. Mark protected me, right to the end. I don’t know where he is now, but I didn’t have to kill him, thank God. I couldn’t have handled that.”

“He would have wanted you to get out of here,” Anna said. “You have that chance now.”

Ruth nodded. “We just have to go out the way we came in. It’s the easiest way out. It’s worth a try before we go the other way.” She sighed. “But let’s try to get some rest first.”

By “the other way,” I knew Ruth was referring to the motor pool. It was on the main level, but it was quite the jaunt to get there. We’d have to walk to the opposite side of the Bunker using the main corridor. We were almost sure to run afoul of some sort of trouble.

As Ruth curled up for sleep, I found that I could use a bit of rest as well. Checking my watch, it was 12:30 already — midday, but the mission had been so eventful and I’d gotten so little sleep the night before that a nap did not sound like a bad proposition. Besides, Ruth was right. We had to give time for the Howlers to go away before we could chance the rock tunnel again.

So, I laid down, and Anna put her back to mine, facing the direction of the door. My last sensation before falling immediately asleep was the green of the plants and the buzz of the grow lights.

* * *

We awoke sometime later. I checked my watch.

5:00.

“Damn,” I said.

Anna and Ruth were still sleeping. It had been four and a half hours, probably enough time for the Howlers to have cleared out.

I stood, feeling a bit drowsy. I walked over to Ruth and knelt down.

“Hey,” I said.

Ruth started, her entire body doing a little jump. From her eyes it was clear she didn’t know who I was. It lasted half a second before recognition dawned.

“Sorry,” I said quietly. “It’s been over four hours. Maybe we should get going.”

Now alert, Ruth nodded. From behind, Anna stirred.

It didn’t take long to gather our things. We filled my pack with food — apples, oranges, anything that would travel well. We also packed the rest of the walnuts. We refilled our canteens from one of the irrigation lines. It was slow going, so while the girls filled up our canteens, I decided to try and find a better spot for reception to reach Makara.

“I’ll be back,” I said, holding up the radio.

The women nodded as I walked off. This attempt at communication was somewhat pointless, but it was worth a shot. Makara would be worried sick not hearing from us for this long. She might feel forced to come after us unless she realized we had a shot of getting out on our own.

“Makara, you have a copy?”

I walked a few steps more. I left the grow lights behind, entering a shadowy area of the Hydroponics Lab. Thick foliage covered the lane I walked on, reducing Anna’s and Ruth’s voices to nothing. There was nothing but the buzz of lights, the clack of my boots on metal, the hissing of static. On my left rose the one living walnut tree in Bunker 108, its upper roots bathed in translucent hydroponic fluid. The nuts in their thick husks carpeted the floor thickly along with fallen leaves, so much so that as I walked, my boots crunched over them.

I listened intently to my radio, but no voice came through — as expected. I sighed, stopping on the other side of the lab. I was far from both Anna and Ruth. If I couldn’t pick up Makara here, then I couldn’t pick her up anywhere.

I had raised the radio to my mouth once more when…

“…Hello, Alex.”

A male voice I didn’t recognize garbled through the radio. I stared at it, wondering if I’d misheard.

“Who is this?” I asked.

Silence. My heart raced. Finally, the man answered.

“You let him in, three months ago,” the voice rasped. “Now, you’ll have to let him out.”

I let him in? It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about: the infected man from Bunker 114.

“I asked you a question,” I said. “Who is this?”

The man didn’t respond for a long time. When he finally did, his voice sent chills down my spine.

“You have to let him out.”

“What do you mean, him? No one’s in here.”

I had no idea who or what this crazy man was talking about. I thought of what Ruth told me about Old Darcy. Could this really be…?

“Darcy?”

There was silence for a moment.

“Yes,” Darcy said. “Good to know I’m not forgotten.”

“Everyone knows about you. I didn’t think you were alive.”

Darcy gave a sigh, long and tired.

“I never got enough credit,” Darcy said. “No one believed me about Bunker One. They were hiding it from us. There’s a lesson for you, Alex. You tell the truth and they lock you up.”

“What truth was that?”

“They let it in there. Just like you let it in here.” The man sighed. “It was only a matter of time.”

“Is that why you killed them, then?”

Darcy went quiet. “You know nothing. I loved my family. It had to be done. They were infected.”

“Or maybe you were just paranoid.”

“Lies,” Darcy said, with a snarl. “We will all fall, one day. I had to stop it while there was a chance to. Something you should have done, Alex. Sacrifices must be made.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I heard your girlfriend talking to you. Makara, was it? She’s got a pretty fancy toy. Not every day you hear Odin mentioned.”

“How do you know about that?”

Darcy laughed. “I know more than you think, Alex. Much more.”

I realized that Darcy knowing about Odin probably wasn’t too Earth-shattering. He had been a colonel, after all, and could have been privy to that information.

“But let’s get back to you,” Darcy said. “Maybe I should thank you for letting him in. When you did, they let me out.”

“Why?” I asked.

Darcy chuckled. “Why? Because I told them what they wanted to hear. And they believed me. People will believe anything they want to be true, Alex. Never forget that.”

“Who let you out?”

“Officer Burton did personally. Put a gun in my hand himself. Maybe they all died, in the end. I survived. And that’s what matters.”

“Where are you?”

Darcy sighed, disappointed. “Alex, I’m not going to tell you that. That would be no fun.”

“What do you want from us?”

“I want out of here. I want the open air and freedom and…” Darcy sighed. “I don’t know what I want, to be honest, Alex. I thought I wanted the girl for a while. Elusive, that one. I’m very lonely, you see. I’ve been living in the dark too long.”

I said nothing for a moment. I wondered if I was being too loud — if my voice was only serving to draw the Howlers back to me.

“I’m tired of this,” I said. “Goodbye.”

I paused, waiting for a response. But nothing came.

That was when I heard a metal door slam open from somewhere beyond the lab. All doors to the lab itself were shut and barricaded. Still, I heard the cries of Howlers from outside the door nearest me, maybe twenty feet away. Suddenly, that door was getting slammed, rattling the furniture gathered in front of it.

And judging by the way the furniture was being scooted back along the floor, that barricade wasn’t going to last long.

“Good luck, Alex,” Darcy said.

Somehow, Darcy had let these monsters in.

Chapter 5

I ran back through the foliage, past pea plants, fruit-laden trees, and rows of potatoes. We were getting out of here a little sooner than we’d thought. That was when I ran smack dab into Anna.

She cried out as we both collapsed to the floor. Ruth stood above the both of us, offering us each a hand, her face an expression of alarm.

“What’s going on? We heard the door slamming.”

“There’s Howlers out there,” I said, pointing behind me. “Your friend let them in.”

Ruth narrowed her eyes, looking through the foliage toward the door. “He’s trying to flush us out.”

“Well, where do we go?” I asked.

“The only way we can go,” Ruth said. “Out. Follow me.”

She led us through the rows of plants at a run. She turned sharply toward the entrance we had come through to get in here.

“That way?” I asked. “Isn’t that what he would expect?”

“We’re sure as hell going to try!” Ruth said.

She stopped before the thick metal door, unbolting it.

“Have that flashlight ready,” she said to me.

Anna drew her katana.

Ruth opened the door with a creak, revealing the dark chamber containing the recycling tanks beyond. As I shined my flashlight around, I saw the cylindrical forms of the tanks along with the unused vats of hydroponic fluid.

Anna and I took the lead, Ruth behind with her pole and hook. After we entered the chamber, Ruth shut the door behind. If the Howlers broke into the Hydroponics Lab, then we didn’t want them ambushing us from behind.

I followed the dark line of the corridor, so narrow that it felt like it was pressing against me. Finally, we reached the spiral stairs — the ones that led to the atrium. We began to climb quietly. The screams of the Howlers emanated from behind. They had finally busted through the door leading into the Hydroponics Lab. It probably wouldn’t take them long to find out where we had fled. We picked up the pace.

Finally, I reached the top. I pressed an ear against the cold metal of the door leading into the atrium. I had no idea what lay on the other side, but it was the only way out. If we couldn’t get out this way then were probably going to die in Bunker 108.

“Go,” Anna said quietly behind me.

I unlatched the door, and opened it into darkness. I drew my Beretta, pointing it ahead.

There was absolutely nothing.

“Now’s our chance,” I said.

We walked into the atrium, shutting the door to the stairwell behind. We faced the dark corridors leading deeper into the Bunker, weapons ready, as we backed toward the rock tunnel that would lead out of Bunker 108. The linoleum of the Bunker floor gave way to hard rock as we entered the tunnel. The temperature dropped instantly. I took a few more steps, pointing my flashlight upward –

Only to find that tunnel completely blocked by a Behemoth — at least twelve feet tall, its legs as thick as tree trucks and its torso a sickly pink and ripped with muscle. Instantly, I clicked off my flashlight. It breathed heavily in the darkness, giving no sign that it had noticed the light or our entrance. Its two white eyes glowed like fiery stars.

The radio at my side crackled. I rushed to turn it off, cursing myself for leaving it on. Before I could manage, however, I heard his voice.

“I told you that you would have to let him out, Alex.”

From ahead, a low rumble emanated from the Behemoth’s throat as the man cackled from the radio. I cut off his taunting at last and the tunnel was silent once more.

But it was too late. The Behemoth started forward, almost uncertainly, toward us. Obviously it could not see well, otherwise it would have charged right away — but it was quick to pick up some sort of scent, because I could hear its nose sniffing heavily. I also remembered what Ruth had told me — these things were attracted to movement and were able to home in on it, even in darkness. The worst thing we could do right now was run.

We all looked at each other, not saying a word. Together, we backed slowly out of the tunnel as the Behemoth pressed forward at the same pace. Its shadowy bulk paused at our movement. It sensed us.

I gradually raised my hand, commanding Anna and Ruth to stand still. In my peripheral vision, Ruth shook from nerves. I wished she would stop.

We waited for what seemed a full minute. Something like a growl escaped the throat of the Behemoth ahead as it started forward again at a walk.

We couldn’t stay here. And we couldn’t back away at just the right speed to both get away from the Behemoth and not completely alert it to our presence.

We had to run.

I looked at Anna, trying to communicate that fact with my eyes. She nodded, slowly, and began to back away. Ruth looked at me nervously. The motor pool was now our only other way out of here.

That was when the Behemoth’s speed increased. We hadn’t even had the chance to start moving again.

“Go,” I whispered.

I spun on my heels, but already, Ruth and Anna were dashing from the tunnel. I charged after them.

From behind a horrible roar shook me to the bone. The ground vibrated as the giant monster gave chase, thundering toward us. Now in the atrium, we ran on into the darkness. I hurried to click my flashlight back on, but was having difficulty. We would be approaching the Caf soon.

From ahead came the screams of Howlers. My flashlight clicked on at just the right time, bouncing up and down, settling on a pair of white glowing eyes — then another…and another…

There were three Howlers ahead of us, mere feet away. And with the Behemoth right behind, we were trapped.

* * *

There was no time to do anything but raise my Beretta and fire. One of the creatures squealed as my bullets entered its chest as the other two Howlers charged ahead from the darkness. Anna stepped forward, slicing one of the Howlers in its abdomen, causing its fetid bowels to spill out. A horrible reek filled the corridor. The remaining Howler went for Ruth, who stepped backward and jabbed her pole right through one of its eyes. The creature wailed and toppled to the floor, writhing like a bisected worm.

“Keep going!” I said.

We ran past the bodies of the Howlers deeper into the darkness. The one I had shot down was still ahead, its body swelling and threatening to pop. We weren’t going to run past it in time.

With the Behemoth just a few yards behind, I pulled both Anna and Ruth toward the right, into the open archway that led into the Caf. As soon as we passed through, several plops sounded. Walls of purple slime shot across the archway. And still, the Behemoth thundered down the hallway, letting out another baleful roar

And from behind came still more wails. I swept my flashlight across the Caf floor, finding a maze of upturned tables and chairs. We could not escape quickly through that, and the Behemoth could crash through it all, anyway. We had to stick to the Caf’s perimeter — circle along the wall until we came out the other archway, not directly opposite of us, but along the wall to our left.

Even as I took stock of the situation, several Howlers spilled out of the kitchen doors, crawled over the buffet, slithered from beneath tables.

“Come on!”

I ran ahead, firing a few shots. One of my bullets connected with the shoulder of a male Howler, who hissed and snapped in pain. Though the Howlers felt pain, it sure didn’t do anything to stop them. We hopped overturned tables and chairs toward the archway. Once we exited the Caf, it would put us in front of the medical bay. Once there, we had only to follow the main corridor around a corner. Then it was a straight shot past the Officers’ Wing and then into the Rec. From there, we could take a corridor to the motor pool. It was the only chance we had, as I saw it.

We ran along the wall of the Caf as the Howlers pushed their way through the downed furniture. They kept getting caught in the tables and chairs, which worked in our favor. We easily made it to the archway and into the corridor beyond.

Only to have a Howler blindside me from the left.

Anna was on him in an instant, slicing him along the back. The Howler yowled and convulsed on the floor.

“Come on,” Anna said, pulling me up. “No time to finish that one off.”

I forced myself to my feet. Behind, the Behemoth charged into the Caf. We passed the medical bay. Its double doors were wide open, but I didn’t even bother to check for anything. It led nowhere where we needed to be. In the Caf, the Behemoth seemed to be fighting the Howlers by some miracle. Apparently, Radaskim xenolife fought amongst itself. Whatever the case, it was the distraction we needed. We sped down the corridor, finally reaching the corner.

We made the turn, running down the dark, empty hallway. Our boots clicked on the linoleum. The screams of the Howlers faded. It seemed as if most of them were concentrated on the Behemoth in the Caf. That didn’t mean we were out of trouble yet. On our left we passed the corridor leading to the Officers’ Wing. I didn’t bother shining my light in that direction; I knew it to be a dead end, like the medical bay. I doubted the Howlers Anna and I spotted earlier were still there.

We passed a flight of stairs leading downward. The entrance to the bigger apartments broke off from the main corridor. This, too, was a dead end, so we ignored it and ran on.

At last, we arrived inside the Rec Room — a vast space taken up by basketball courts on one side and couches and flat-screens on the other. The room was completely trashed — the screens were broken, the couches torn and flipped, and blood smeared the floor. A rotten musk hung in the air. As in every place else in the Bunker, there was an absence of bodies. I didn’t know if the Howlers had eaten them, or if these bodies had become Howlers themselves. Perhaps a mixture of both.

“Where now?” Anna asked.

“The motor pool is off that hallway,” I said, pointing to our left.

“Hopefully it’s not locked down,” Ruth said.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

We pressed ahead. Silence reigned in the dark room, our footsteps echoing off the wide walls. The corridor to the motor pool approached as the screams of the infected monsters followed from behind. They were no longer fighting amongst themselves. We couldn’t stop now.

We entered the corridor. A sign along the wall read “Motor Pool,” with an arrow pointing down the hallway.

“We made it,” I said.

We continued running along the hallway. There were no other side doors, so it was a straight shot to the final two doors, which stood at the top of a small set of steps. The doors were electronic and needed a keycard for access. My hope was that there would be no power, so that we could force the door open.

Each of the doors was closed. A keycard slot on the right was the only way to open it. A green light on the slot still shined, meaning that the doors had power. And the doors having power meant that they were still securely locked.

Dreading what I would find, I pulled on one of the doors, heaving on it with all of my strength. It was useless. These things were designed to not be pulled open. A security card was needed — or the power needed to be shut off entirely. Even then, it still might not open.

We all stood there for a moment. Behind I could hear the pursuing screams of the monsters. They would almost be to the Rec — all some four hundred former citizens of Bunker 108.

“Should we go back out?” Anna asked.

I saw no other choice. We had to get to the beginning of the corridor and reenter the Rec before the Howlers blocked us in this corridor. We had to try the front entrance again. Only I had no idea how we would get there, because it would require going back into the main corridor.

Then, I saw that we weren’t getting out of this one alive. We had to either bust down this door or fight out way through dozens upon dozens of Howlers.

From the Rec, however, we could take other paths — toward the swimming pool, the light baths, the showers, or the locker rooms — maybe from there, we could access a lower level.

It was better than dying here.

Anna and I both started running back for the Rec, but Ruth stayed behind.

“Ruth!” I yelled. “Come on.”

I turned to see her kneel down on the floor. “A keycard!”

I ran back to her, taking the card from her hand. It read “Officer Michael Sanchez.” His portrait beamed at us with a goofy smile, looking younger than he did these days. A bit of blood smudged one of the corners.

“Michael, you beautiful bastard,” I said.

He must have left his keycard behind during his escape in case someone else needed it. That move had probably saved all of our lives.

I swiped the card, and the door beeped agreeably. The doors slid apart, opening the way to the motor pool. We ran into the darkness ahead.

That was when an axe head swiped down right in front of us.

I guessed that this was where Darcy was camping out.

* * *

My flashlight illuminated Darcy’s upper body and his crazed blue eyes as he leveled yet another downward swipe with his two-handed axe. Ruth dodged this blow, and the axe head hit the cement floor, sending a cascade of sparks into the air. Within a second, Anna advanced, placing the sharp edge of her katana at the man’s throat. He paused.

“Drop the axe and on your knees,” Anna said. “And your hands above your head.”

The automatic door shut behind, cutting off the sound of Howlers now filling the Rec. The man knelt, dropping his axe to the floor with a clatter. He then slowly raised his hands to the top of his bald head, which was ringed with gray hair. I pointed both my gun and flashlight directly at the man’s face. He was short with pale, sallow skin. A thick gray beard grew halfway down his chest. He was perhaps in his early sixties.

And she was right — this was not a man who had lived in Bunker 108. At least, not a man who lived in sight. I did not recognize him at all. It was Old Darcy, alright.

Ruth walked forward, her blue eyes blazing. She studied Darcy, who had begun to shake. Several Howlers slammed into the motor pool door we had just entered, but we ignored them for now. The air stung with the smell of not just motor oil and machinery, but human excrement. Darcy had been living here.

I looked ahead — in the darkness I could barely discern the shape of a Recon. There would be a radio in there, which was how Darcy had contacted me and how he had heard my conversation with Makara earlier.

He gave a yellow smile, and a crazy light danced in his eyes. “Alexander. Welcome home. How does it feel to have been the ruin of us all?”

Anna edged the blade closer to the man’s neck. He merely snickered.

“Should I kill him?” Anna asked.

Darcy squirmed, but Anna kept the blade just at Darcy’s neck.

“Not if you want to know the way out of here, Missy.”

“If you knew the way out,” I said, “you would have used it already.”

Darcy said nothing to that. “Or maybe I just wanted the pretty girl to come out and play.”

Ruth’s eyes burned as she jabbed at Darcy’s neck with the pole, the hook of which shined with fresh, purple blood. Sweat shone on Darcy’s face in my flashlight beam. A sour smell emanated from his entire person.

“Alright,” I said. “How do we get out of here? Is it anything more complicated than opening a garage door?”

Darcy’s eyes widened slowly as a wider smile came to his chapped lips.

The Howlers continued to batter at the door. I wasn’t worried about any of them getting through this century. We had all the time in the world.

“Ah, now we’ve come to it,” Darcy said. “Now we’ve come to it. Yes. To get out, you must…open the garage door!”

Darcy snickered. Anna’s mouth turned down distastefully.

“You have one last chance, old man,” she said. “Tell us something useful.”

Darcy quieted, and his eyes lifted and looked past me, at the door behind. I resisted the impulse to turn and look.

“You have three seconds,” I said. “Three. Two…”

Darcy just smiled, as if he had an ace up his sleeve. For all I knew, he did.

“One.”

Darcy fell backward, pressing something against his wrist. Before we could stop him, or do anything for that matter, the door behind opened, letting the Howlers through.

Chapter 6

Anna and Ruth turned for the door as three Howlers squeezed past the opening with baleful screams with more waiting in the wings. Darcy cackled and slipped away toward the Recon. We could only deal with him as soon as we dealt with these frontrunners.

Anna sliced the first Howler down — she cut him across the torso, then spun and severed his head from his body. Ruth jabbed a woman Howler right between the eyes with her hook. I shot the third down. More filed in from behind. There was no way we could keep this up.

“We need to get to the Recon!” I said.

As we backed across the motor pool, more and more Howlers spilled from the open door and into the garage. The women ran behind me as I faced the Howlers, firing my Beretta. Flashes illuminated their rotted faces. Several Howlers fell before I emptied my magazine. I rushed to replace it with a new one.

As I fired anew, the Recon roared to life. Darcy had somehow gotten inside of it. The headlights flashed on, illuminating the motor pool’s interior bright blue. More Howlers poured into the motor pool. We had to get inside the Recon or we weren’t going to last long.

I shot another Howler in the shoulder, causing him to spiral to the ground. In the distance, I noticed the ones Anna and Ruth had killed earlier beginning to inflate.

“Get to the Recon,” I said. “And kill Darcy!”

The downed Howler ruptured, quickly followed by a second. The purple slime came within feet of my body, coating the other Howlers advancing forward.

“He’s getting on the turret!” Anna yelled.

I snuck a quick glance over my shoulder. Darcy’s head appeared at the turret above the Recon. Already, he was aiming the giant weapon toward us.

“Go!” I yelled.

As Darcy readied the gun, we ran right to the Recon; it would be safe right next to the vehicle because Darcy couldn’t point the gun down that far. It was only a temporary solution. The Howlers would be on us in seconds, so we still had to find a way inside the Recon to kill Darcy.

We made it to the passenger door, finding it locked. We could go around and try the driver’s door, but it was probably locked, too. Then there was the cargo bay. I thought that might be our likeliest choice.

Still the Howlers pressed forward. The nearest was probably twenty feet away. I fired a few shots, bringing it down. Good thing, too. My magazine had once more emptied, and I had to work quickly to slide a new one in.

“He can’t aim straight down at us,” Anna said. “And he probably locked all the doors. That means we have to improvise.”

She sheathed her katana, and I wondered just what the hell she was doing. She then climbed onto the Recon’s hood, and pulled herself on top of the cab.

“Anna!”

She was going to get herself killed. At the same time, we were as good as dead down here.

From above, Darcy squealed as he angled the gun around. He was going to blast Anna right off.

I fired a few shots upward, unheeding of the Howlers now pressing in. A few bullets ricocheted off the metal of the gun, casting sparks. Darcy looked down and spit at me and continued to concentrate on Anna. Still, I had distracted him long enough to give Anna the time she needed. She sidestepped the barrel of the turret, climbing inside of it to face Darcy. A knife gleamed in Darcy’s right hand.

While Anna climbed the railing surrounding the turret, Darcy took a swipe with his knife. Her eyes widened as she dodged clumsily, falling to the turret’s deck. Darcy was on her in an instant. Anna was the more skilled fighter, but Darcy was far crazier — and crazy counted for a lot in a fight.

“Come on,” I said to Ruth. “We have to help her!”

We scrambled onto the Recon’s hood, just in time for the Howlers to collide with the vehicle. They reached for our legs, but we stood in the center of the Recon’s hood, out of reach. I boosted Ruth onto the cargo bay where she could assist Anna. But instead of doing that, she reached down to help me up.

“Get to Anna!”

Ruth turned. As I pulled myself onto the cargo bay, Anna screamed.

Gritting my teeth, I pulled myself up as the shrieks of Howlers filled the motor pool. This fight was going on far too long. When I got on top of the cargo bay and reached the turret, I saw that Anna was no longer pinned by Darcy. Instead, Darcy had her against the railing.

Ruth ran from behind with her pole and hook extended. Darcy spun around, swiping the pole from her hand. This caused Ruth herself to spin and topple for the edge of the cargo bay, nearly falling upon the mouths of the Howlers below, whose din was so deafening that I couldn’t hear anything else –

Until a mighty roar sounded from the direction of the entrance. The Behemoth had entered, having squeezed its mass through the doorway and into the motor pool. It stood on massive legs, its white eyes shining in the darkness. The Howlers scattered in its wake, not wanting to be a victim of its wanton violence. Its thick body was stooped, leaning forward, its massive head almost comical on top of its body; the neck was so short that it was practically nonexistent.

The Behemoth began to step forward.

Despite the oncoming Behemoth, I knew we had to take care of Darcy first — and before taking care of Darcy, I had to keep Ruth from falling over the edge of the Recon. I ran forward. Ruth had dropped her pole into the teeming mass of Howlers below. Her legs overhung the Recon’s edge — easy prey for a high-jumping Howler. I grabbed both of her hands and pulled her further toward the center.

Now I had to focus on Anna.

I aimed my gun right for Darcy’s back. I didn’t trust myself firing from this angle. If Darcy moved, then my bullet could just as easily enter Anna, who was blocked by Darcy’s body. I circled around, where my shot would be in less danger of hitting Anna. Anna’s fallen katana gleamed on the deck of the turret and Darcy’s blue eyes shined with a suicidal gleam. Anna used both of her hands to push back against Darcy’s fist that held the knife. The knife shook in Darcy’s grip as it edged closer to Anna’s neck.

But I had made it. As I aimed my Beretta, Ruth entered the picture, pulling on Darcy.

“Ruth, out of the way!”

I was frustrated that she had entered my sights just when I was about to pull the trigger.

Ruth let go, but Darcy had been alerted to my presence. When he looked up at me, Anna used the chance to twist Darcy’s arm. Darcy yowled as his knife clattered to the floor of the turret. Anna, using the railing behind as leverage, pushed into Darcy’s chest with her feet, giving a mighty push. With a yelp, Darcy careened over the edge of the Recon, his head knocking into the side of the vehicle on his way down. He fell headfirst into the writhing Howlers below. He screamed as the monsters tore into his flesh, screamed until there was nothing left to scream with. That only took a few seconds.

But we weren’t done yet. The Behemoth charged forward, even more drawn to us now by the volume of Darcy’s racket. Anna manned the turret and aimed it at the colossal monster. Clicking the safety off, she opened fire.

The turret thundered and flashed as the bullets zinged through the air, entering the Behemoth’s thick skin. In the fitful light, I could see the Behemoth’s features — he had been a man, once — probably someone from this very Bunker. He was completely bald, with sickly pink skin. As the trail of bullets reached the Behemoth’s head, he crashed to the floor with a pained groan. His white eyes flashed up and settled on mine. I froze.

There was something familiar about the shape of those eyes. Something familiar about that face, even as grotesque as it was.

Then, I realized…this Behemoth had once been my father.

I felt it, even if the Behemoth didn’t. I knew it to be true. As this realization dawned on me, the possibility became greater and greater.

“Dad…”

There almost seemed to be a gleam of recognition in those haunted white orbs — or had I just imagined it? Whatever the case, the Behemoth’s gaze broke as it crashed chest-down onto the floor, planting its face on the ground. The surrounding Howlers scattered in the wake of the monster’s fall. I could only stand, quiet, as the Howlers started battering the Recon anew, their yowls and yips loud in the air.

“What now?” Ruth asked.

Neither she nor Anna knew what I had just witnessed. I could only stare, uncomprehending. I had finally settled on the truth that I would never see him again. Now, I had seen him again, and in a way I would never be able to erase from my mind. My dad had turned into a Behemoth.

I realized that I was just standing there, not answering Ruth’s question. This was yet another thing I had to forget. I had to keep it to myself — at least for now. We had to focus on getting out of here alive.

“The Recon’s already pointed toward the door,” I managed. “We just have to open it.”

“Open it, how?” Anna asked.

We looked at the Howlers below. We were safe as long as we stayed up here. The Recon itself was fortified enough to where it would be a long time before they could break in through the reinforced glass of the windows.

“I don’t think we can access it remotely,” I said. “There must be at least two hundred Howlers down there. Maybe more. Pretty much every Howler that heard us in Bunker 108.”

Anna nodded. Her hands still grabbed the handles of the turret.

“Maybe we can just crash through the door?” Ruth asked.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I said. “A Recon is powerful, but the door might not fall off cleanly. After all, the garage doors themselves are highly fortified and were designed to withstand something like that.” I frowned. “No, we have to find some way to open it.”

“So, where is the actual opener?” Anna asked.

“Darcy seemed to have some sort of opener to get the motor pool door open,” I said.

“If you want to dig around his nasty corpse, be my guest,” Anna said.

I didn’t relish that thought. If there was someone who had to do it, it would have to be me. I was the only with immunity to the xenovirus, since I was already infected. But not until we had exhausted the most obvious option.

“It needs to be unlocked and opened manually from this side, then,” I said.

“We can’t do that unless we kill the Howlers,” Anna said.

“Maybe there is a ‘safe’ way we can do it,” Ruth said. “Take out a few with the Recon, duck into the Recon, wait for them to explode. Rinse, wash, repeat.”

“That might work,” I said. “Or I could just do it myself. I can’t get infected.”

“Yeah,” Anna said. “But you can’t just walk around with slime on you. You’ll just infect us.”

Anna did have a point. “Right. We can take shifts, then.”

Anna nodded, holding my gaze for a moment.

“I’ll take first shift,” I said. “If this thing is going to blow up in our faces, I might as well be the guinea pig.”

Ruth smiled. “I see what you did there.”

“What?”

She sighed. “Never mind.”

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s get started.”

* * *

We fought the Howlers in just the way Ruth suggested. I took the first shift, and it became clear that we had far longer than five seconds to shoot. From death, it took the Howlers about twenty seconds or so to start inflating. To be safe, we shot for ten second stretches before ducking back inside the Recon.

Needless to say, it was two hours of shooting, hiding, and coming back out again before all of the Howlers were dead. When it was my turn, I tried not to look at the faces of the people below. Though it was dark, I was afraid I might recognize one of them. And I kept my eyes off the Behemoth. Thankfully, its face was turned away, toward the door from which it had come. I only hoped it had been my imagination, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t. My main regret was that I would no longer be able to think of my father without thinking of this.

I would have to tell Anna about it eventually, but for some reason, I just kept my mouth shut. After a while, though, she started to notice something was wrong. We were standing in the cargo bay while Ruth took her turn above.

“You alright?” she asked.

I shook my head. “I think the big one was my dad.”

Anna’s eyes widened. “Really?”

I nodded. “Something about the face…”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“It is what it is,” I said. “He had to turn into something. Why not the biggest, baddest Howler there can be?”

“I guess that’s one way to look at it. Still…”

The turret above began to fire, interrupting our conversation. It continued shooting for another moment before turning off. Ruth’s feet clambered down the metal ladder. She hopped to the floor just as several plops sounded from outside.

“I think I got the last of them,” she said.

“Well, let’s check it out,” I said.

Anna and I climbed the ladder, followed by Ruth. When we reached the top of the Recon, I looked out at the gory mass of some two hundred bullet-riddled Howlers, ripped asunder by their own explosions. A fetid stench hung in the air, horrible beyond imagination. Purple coated the floors, the walls, and the Recon itself. Very little of it had made its way to the turret, thankfully. It was dead quiet.

“Let’s go see about opening that garage door,” I said.

We went back into the cargo bay. With a deep breath, I unlatched the back door, allowing it to slide up into the ceiling of the Recon. We stepped on the sticky purple floor. This couldn’t be safe, romping around with all of this purple gunk on our boots, but we were stuck here unless we tried to open the door.

The girls followed and I did my best to ignore the severed limbs, purple gore, and bits of flesh that plastered every surface.

“This is beyond disgusting,” Ruth said, wrinkling her nose.

“We’re almost out of here,” I said. “Just don’t touch any of it. We just need to get to the door.”

We walked around to the front of the Recon. There were less bodies here, and the metal pull-up garage door was right in front of us. A little bit of purple flecked its surface, but it looked like it had escaped the brunt of the Howler massacre. There were two handles, one on each side of the door. Anna went to the other side of the door to get the left handle while I got the right. We gave it a pull. It was locked in place.

“Here,” Ruth said.

She twisted a knob on the right side of the door, while Anna untwisted one on the left.

“Again,” I said.

Anna and I lifted. The door didn’t want to give, but after we put our backs into it, the door suddenly shot upward, retracting into its slot in the ceiling. Outside, red dusk was revealed, and a blast of dry, cold wind bit at my face. The red sky stretched hazily above in its perpetual blanket of cloud. A wide ramp of rock led upward to the surface, and rock walls rose on either side until the ramp was even with the surface above. I had no idea where we were, because no one had ever told me where the motor pool exited from Bunker 108. Only authorized personnel had been allowed to use this entrance, and Chan had hardly used Recons in the interest of not alerting Wastelanders to our location.

Ruth stepped forward with wide eyes, crossing her arms in a futile attempt to keep warm. She wasn’t as used to it as either Anna or I, and her clothing was built for living underground in a Bunker, not above ground in a world covered with meteor dust.

I took off my parka and, feeling the bite of the wind, placed it around her shoulders. I had far more layers than she did.

She looked at me gratefully. “Thank you.” She turned back toward the ramp. “What now?”

I nodded ahead. “We go out. I’ll see if I can reach Makara once we get on the slope. From there, Odin will pick us up.”

Ruth nodded. I could tell from her eyes that she wasn’t sure at all about this. I didn’t blame her.

“Where we’re going,” I said, “you’ll have food and a place to help out. You’ll see Lauren.”

“A lot colder than I remember,” Ruth said.

“It’s December,” Anna said.

Ruth walked out ahead. I started walking out to join her as Anna fell into step beside me.

When we reached the top of the ramp, Ruth merely stood, gazing out at the dimly lit Wasteland. The slope of Hart Mountain fell downward, meeting the red valley. The trailer was out of sight, perhaps hidden by the slope. In the distance, red mountains rose up, their tops obscured by dust. I saw the crane, still buried in red sand. I remembered it from when Michael and I had ventured into the Wasteland all those months ago.

I looked at Ruth. It was hard to read what was going on behind those eyes.

“You alright?” Anna asked.

“The second time for me to be outside,” Ruth said quietly. “And it’s not much easier than the first.”

I remembered my first time coming out into the open. It wasn’t just the cold or the lack of life that got to me. It was the sheer amount of space. It was unworldly until you got used to it — but after you did, you couldn’t imagine living underground again.

“You’ll make it,” I said. “Just as I have. You won’t see how, but the how works itself out as long as you don’t give up.”

Ruth nodded. I stepped forward, trying to gauge our location. The distant crane appeared farther to my right than if I were standing in front of the main door of Bunker 108. That meant the trailer had to be in that direction as well. If we angled down the mountain toward the right, we would surely come upon it.

Regardless, checking in with Makara was long overdue. I raised her on the radio, and after she had yelled at me for a good two minutes, she said that one of the ships might be spared to get us out of our predicament. With things the way they were, flying Askal back would not be a good idea. It was early evening already, and the temperature was dropping. If Ruth’s nerves were this unsteadied by merely being in the Wasteland, I couldn’t imagine how she’d feel flying above it.

Granted, she would be flying in the spaceship, but there was a huge difference between flying on Gilgamesh and flying on Askal.

When I was done speaking with Makara, Anna and I walked out to join Ruth, who had ventured ahead to a ridge. Still, she stared at the red Wasteland stretching before her. She seemed lost.

When we had caught up, she spoke again.

“It feels so unreal,” she said. “Inside, all of my life.”

“I can’t even imagine,” Anna said.

“It’s tough,” I said. “But you are tough. You’ve survived this long.”

Ruth nodded. “You’ve found your reason to go on.” She looked at me, her blue eyes haunted. “Now I just have to find mine.”

Chapter 7

We waited by the trailer, and thankfully were able to find it. Askal still waited beside it. Explaining the dragon’s presence to Ruth was a bit…interesting, to say the least. I had told her about Askal back in Bunker 108; I had neglected to mention that Anna and I had ridden him to get here. Still, she seemed to take to him. For a dragon, Askal was admittedly cute and he tried to play that for all it was worth.

I explained the situation to Askal, who said he would stay until one of the ships arrived. He said he needed to return to the Great Blight in order to feed, but that he would return to Pyrite within a day or two.

Thankfully, Gilgamesh arrived about an hour later. When the ship’s landing lights streamed from the sky, I pointed my own flashlight upward to signal our position. With a roar, Askal soared up into the darkening sky, flapping his wings toward the east. I watched his form shrink with distance as Gilgamesh alighted about a hundred feet distant from the trailer.

The boarding ramp descended, giving access to the wardroom within. Ruth stared for a moment, shocked, before we all started toward the ship and up the ramp. Once inside, the warm wardroom air tickled my skin with its heat. Ruth shivered a moment and started to hand back my parka.

“Keep it for now,” I said.

Makara walked into the wardroom from the bridge, eyeing us all critically. Her eyes turned upon Ruth. I had already told Makara a bit about her on the radio.

“This is Ruth,” I said.

Ruth looked up at Makara, meeting her gaze. “Pleased to meet you.”

Makara gave a single nod. “I’m Makara. Welcome aboard the Gilgamesh. I know there’s a lot to catch up on, but we’ll get you up to speed soon.”

Ruth’s eyes looked unsure for a moment, but she nodded. “I’ll try.”

“Lauren should be in the medical bay with Samuel,” Makara said. “Anna, make sure she gets situated. But first, all of you need to shower up. Don’t want whatever was in that Bunker stinking up this place. After that, I want a full status report.”

We did just that. Gilgamesh had more than just Makara on it. I headed for the medical bay to watch the reunion. When I walked in, Lauren was caring for several of the wounded in the clinic — several hospital beds had been set up in there. My eyes, however, went to Samuel. He lay on his back, eyes closed, the top of his head wrapped with a bandage. I could see the deep purple and blue of a heavy bruise taking up most of his face.

My heart sunk at the sight. It had been two days now since the battle on the hill and Samuel was still unconscious. I feared he might never come out of it. I dreaded what might happen to us if he were to die. He always knew what to do, always had a plan. Likely, he was improvising as much as the rest of us, but he at least had a knack for it.

Ruth walked in from behind me. Lauren said nothing as the friend she thought was dead entered the room. She put a hand to her mouth as her own eyes watered with tears. The women walked toward each and gave each other a tight embrace.

They parted and stepped back. Ruth managed a smile, but it was a little sad.

“Here, sit down,” Lauren said.

Ruth allowed herself to be led to the stool, where she was seated.

“She was living in Hydroponics,” I said. “She saved our lives.”

Lauren nodded. “Hey, just relax for now, Ruth. You’ve been through a lot.”

At that moment, Ruth started crying. Lauren held her again.

“Alex, go see if you can have Char set up a bed for Ruth,” Lauren said.

I nodded, even as Ruth shook her head. “No. That’s really not necessary.”

“Not here,” Lauren said. “There’s one left in one of the cabins. It’s yours. I just can’t believe you’re here.”

Ruth nodded gratefully. I left the two women to catch up as I went to find Char. When I walked into his cabin, I saw him putting on a pair of boots. Apparently, he had just woken up. Marcus’s bed was empty. I had no idea whose idea it was to put the two of them up in the same cabin, but space was a bit limited, so maybe there had been no other option.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“Damn near got ourselves killed. That Bunker was swarming with Howlers.”

Char nodded. “Well, that was what we all expected. I told Makara and Ashton it was a bad idea.”

I nodded. “Some good came out of it. We found a survivor.”

Char’s eyebrows rose. Coupled with the burn wound on his cheek, it was a strange effect. “Really? Who?”

“A woman named Ruth. She knows Lauren and Michael. Lauren wanted a new bed set up for her.”

Char nodded. “Well, we’ve got one left. We can put her with Lauren, Michael, and their kid for now. I can see to it right after I get some food in me. Have you reported to Makara?”

I shook my head. “We just got back. Did you sleep through the landing or something?”

Char gave a small smile. “Kid, you’ve got no idea how long I’ve been without sleep.”

“Yeah, I believe it. Both you and Lauren have been working around the clock.”

“She forced me to go to bed. I’d argued, but now I see she might have been right. I feel a lot better.”

“Good. Well, I think we’re meeting in the wardroom in fifteen or so.”

“Sounds good.”

As Char left the cabin, I sat on my bunk. Bunker 108 was no longer an option, which meant we had to find Bunker 84, now — and there was no guarantee that it would save the Exodus, either. We had too many people and too little food.

As I waited for both Anna and Ruth to finish up showering, I went back to the clinic to visit Samuel. I found the clinic empty. As I took up the stool next to his bed, I watched him and suddenly felt very alone. I started thinking about the Elekai and what the Wanderer had told me. I started thinking about my eventual mission. Of everyone on our team, I felt Samuel was the one who sympathized with that burden the most — maybe because he knew what it was like to carry a burden, to be expected to do something. He believed more intently than anyone else that we had to stop the xenovirus, and that vision had guided the group to hell and beyond. It was so hard to see how we could go on without him, if he ever just…died…and never woke up.

It was all just too much, and I didn’t know how I was going to handle it — that is, if I could handle it. I had to be the one to take out Askala, the Radaskim Xenomind. Not just that, but I had to sacrifice myself. Samuel had been like a mentor to me. He’d always known what to do.

I tried to stop thinking of Samuel as already dead.

I wasn’t like Samuel. I was more used to following orders, but now, I sort of had to become the vision of the group.

A chill went down my spine. There was so much to do and too little time to do it in. For every gain we made, there were at least two setbacks. Bunker 108 was a setback. We’d found Ruth, which was great, but we couldn’t live in that Bunker. There was food, but there was so much sludge in there that it was only a matter of time until one person was infected with the xenovirus — and that was all it took. We could at least harvest the food in the Hydroponics Lab. That could keep us going another week or two.

After I showered and changed, I found Ruth and Anna waiting at the table in the wardroom. A pot of stew sat on the table. My mouth watered at the savory scent.

When I sat, we ladled the soup into bowls and ate. It didn’t take long to drain the contents of my bowl; I could have easily eaten twice to three times as much. We were rationing, and it wasn’t right for us to have all the food while the rest of the Exodus huddled for warmth and survived on half rations, so we got the same treatment. It was brutal, but it had to be done. And even with all of that, people were still dropping like flies.

Makara had ordered access to equal amounts of resources for all people, regardless of station, and this included food. She said the best way to lead was by example. Lucky for Anna and me, we’d had some food in Bunker 108 already.

Once done, we continued sitting at the table, waiting for Makara to show up. Char came to join us while Lauren stayed behind to care for patients and keep an eye on Samuel. Lauren was a hard worker and would sometimes even forget to eat because she was so occupied with her post — which was saying a lot, considering how we all battled hunger.

Makara came in from her quarters attached to the wardroom — it looked as if she had been sleeping. I didn’t blame her. Ever since the attack, she had to grab what sleep she could when the opportunity came.

She stood by the table, not taking a seat. She was quiet for a moment before speaking.

“Full status report,” Makara said.

I told her of everything that had happened in the Bunker — I even told her about shooting the Behemoth that I believed to be my father.

Once I was done, Makara sighed.

“I shouldn’t have sent you in there.”

“Well, we got some good out of it,” I said. “We found Ruth and we found a lot of food.”

On impulse, I took the walnuts out of the pack. I placed the half-filled container in the middle of the table. Instantly, Char reached for a handful, popping them in his mouth.

“That’s true,” Makara said, reaching for some walnuts herself. “How much food are we talking?”

“Enough to feed everyone for a week or two, probably.”

“That’s…very good.”

In the escape from Vegas, very little could be saved. The gangs had managed to round up some food and water trucks, but there hadn’t been time for much else. Food was our number one priority, but finding food in the Wasteland outside the major settlements was probably impossible. The entire plan came down to taking over Los Angeles, which would have plenty in storage. At least, that was the hope.

“We’ll still need to recon Bunker 84,” I said. “If that Bunker is abandoned, then it would be the perfect place to hole up. It would be tight, but it’s the only place that can fit the amount of people we have. Once situated, we can just recon to scrounge up more food and bring it back to Bunker 84.”

“What if we can’t find enough food?” Anna asked. “Not trying to be a pessimist here, but what if all these things have gone bust?”

“Then we’ll do what we have to do,” Makara said. “Attack L.A. or starve trying.”

Her words chilled me. I didn’t know how many members the Black Reapers had, but surely it was a lot more than us. Out of the Raiders, Exiles, and Vegas gangs left, we had perhaps two hundred fighters. The Reapers and the gangs in their thrall surely numbered in the hundreds, if not the thousands. Los Angeles was the biggest town in the Wasteland at about ten thousand people.

“We’ll have to go after Black himself,” Char said, his voice grating. His blue eyes blazed. “If we used the ships and surrounded his position, wherever he is, there is a chance that the gangs under his control will rebel. The thing about these gangs is, if you cut off the head the rest will probably fall.”

It sounded like a really good plan. I could easily envision it happening. The hard part would be just killing Black.

“That’ll create a power vacuum though, wouldn’t it?” I asked.

Char nodded. “It would be war for sure. And Augustus coming would only complicate things. It might be a good idea to approach some of the gangs beforehand — the ones we know aren’t happy — but that also risks having our intentions betrayed to Black before we’re ready.”

“Then we have our own gangs to worry about,” Anna said. “Rey, Grudge, Cain…they will all want their share of the loot.”

“We still need their help,” Makara said. “Unfortunately.”

“So are we scouting the Bunker first?” I asked.

Char nodded. “We’ll have to. Our people can’t stay exposed in Pyrite for much longer. The swarm is approaching. We’ll need to get them underground — out of harm’s way, and out of the cold.”

“Who’s going, then?” Anna asked.

Ruth watched with wide eyes as we all talked. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

“Alex will go,” Makara said. “Along with Anna, Michael, and Julian.”

I nodded. I didn’t really want to go, but that wouldn’t stop me from doing it. We were the main people who could be spared. Samuel, for obvious reasons, could not go. Char and Marcus had to stay behind and keep the gang lords in line, and Makara had to lead.

Which meant the four remainders got the job.

“When do we start?” Anna asked.

“As soon as you are rested and suited up,” Makara said. “Ashton has the coordinates: 41 degrees north, and 123 degrees west, roughly. He will be transporting you there, and will remain on ship during your time in the Bunker. This will be a quick recon — in and out in a couple of hours or less. I don’t want a repeat of what happened at Bunker 108. There should be nothing there, but we need to be sure before we start relocating.”

I couldn’t explain why, but a sick feeling twisted my gut at the prospect of exploring Bunker 84. It was something I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried.

“Who’s leading?” I asked.

No one said anything for a moment. Makara met my gaze levelly.

“You are.”

I hadn’t expected that. It felt wrong that I should lead people like Michael, Anna, or even Julian. Anna said nothing, and from her face it appeared as if she thought there was nothing strange about this.

Finally, I forced myself to nod — though that was difficult. I wished, at that moment more than ever, that Samuel were awake. One, because he would be the one leading, and two, I really needed to talk to him and get some advice. I was way in over my head.

“You’ll do fine,” Anna said. “Quit looking like you’re going to throw up.”

Michael and Julian chuckled.

“I’m not going to throw up,” I said.

To my surprise, my voice was steadier than I expected it to be. I reflected for a moment on what my life had become; getting comfortable with the idea of being uncomfortable. Since leaving Bunker 108, my life had been nonstop fighting, growing as a person, becoming stronger.

Perhaps, even now, becoming a leader.

“I can do it,” I said.

I could always think of something to hold me back from that goal — I was too young. I was too small. Too timid. Too quiet. Then again, Samuel was not a big talker, and he was the best leader I’d met in my life. I was only limited insofar as I limited myself. Believing I could do this was the first step in actually doing it.

“Good,” Makara said. “Get plenty of rest tonight, and use the morning to pack all of your gear. Tomorrow, Ashton will brief us on what needs to be done. He’ll be your pilot there and back, but Alex is in charge once boots are on the ground. I want everyone on the same page so that there is no confusion. What we are meaning to do is dangerous — not just because it’s a Bunker and we have no idea what’s in there. You’re going far to the north and at this time of year it will be colder than it is even here. Added to the fact the elevation is much higher, the biggest threat to this mission is probably the weather.”

“We’ll be fine,” I said.

Makara smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. And now it’s about time we headed back to Pyrite. Maybe 108 was a bust, but at least we’ll get the privilege of delivering good news about the extra food.”

* * *

Gilgamesh landed in Pyrite around midnight, settling amidst hundreds of crude tents and shanties that were hardly sufficient protection against the cold. Odin was parked nearby, meaning Ashton had returned from his latest trip to Skyhome.

I felt nervous as I left Gilgamesh and started for Odin, where my bunk was. I was a little nervous about leading, but with Samuel gone I had to step up and take on a more important role. Samuel himself had told me that back in Skyhome.

I entered Odin through the blast door, the warm air tingling on my skin. Anna followed me in from behind — Char and Makara had stayed aboard Gilgamesh. It was dark, but even without the lights, I could discern blankets, pallets, and sleeping bodies spread before us. Those who needed the most shelter from the cold — the weak, the old, the injured — took up all available floor space on Odin. Every bunk would be filled to capacity. Getting anywhere on the ship at night was a near-impossible proposition.

“Stay here,” I said. “I’m going to wake Michael and Julian to let them know.”

Anna looked at me. “You alright?”

I nodded. “I’m fine. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I turned down the corridor, heading for the cabins. The corridor was clear of sleeping people so I didn’t have to worry about stepping on anyone. I entered the cabin immediately to my left.

I saw Michael sleeping on the bottom bunk, and Julian on the one above him. Normally their quarters were aboard Gilgamesh, but they had appropriated my cabin for their own use. I was about to speak but I decided not to. There was no point in waking them now. It would be better to just let them sleep and tell them in the morning. I could at least give them that much.

When I returned to the wardroom, Anna’s eyebrows raised. She was sitting at the table, facing me.

“You didn’t tell them, did you?” she asked.

I shook my head and sat down next to her. “It’s not…hesitation. I just feel there is no point in saying anything. Telling them now rather than in the morning changes nothing.” I sighed. “Let them sleep.”

Anna nodded. “Just make sure you’re up before them; that way you can catch them before they get started on their days.”

I nodded, sitting at the table. That wouldn’t be a problem, because I usually woke up earlier than everyone else. But it was already past midnight, and if things kept going as they were I would be falling asleep any minute.

“Maybe we should both get to bed,” Anna said.

“Yeah. We have a big day tomorrow.”

Despite both of us acknowledging the fact that we needed to go to bed, neither of us made a move to get up.

“Maybe Makara wouldn’t mind if we all slept in a bit tomorrow,” I said.

I wrapped my arms around Anna and she leaned into me, laying her head on my shoulder. I lay my head on top of hers. We hadn’t had time to ourselves in a while.

We just sat like that for a few minutes. Anna closed her eyes. Part of me didn’t want to move, wanted to fall asleep, but I knew it would be best if we got to our beds.

I stirred, which caused her eyes to open.

“Time for sleep,” I said.

We left the table to go to our cabins. Tomorrow was the start of yet another mission. But, I thought, we had survived and learned so much along the way that a simple Bunker recon wasn’t going to be a big deal.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Chapter 8

I awoke at my usual early hour but didn’t want to get out of bed, for an understandable reason: the air was cold and my bunk was so warm.

So I slept in as the rest of the ship began to stir. I stretched out, wishing for just a few hours more of sleep. But the night was over and I had a mission to do — an important one. I felt determined to face it.

I stood, planting my feet on the cold deck. I began to dress. As I dressed, I began to feel more resolve to meet the day. Both Michael and Julian slumbered on. I headed for the shower.

Odin had two lavatories — one with just a toilet, and the other had both a toilet and a shower stall. It was located behind the cabins aft.

I walked in, finding the air steamy. It felt wrong, that we could have hot showers while everyone outside was cold. Ashton had mentioned making a signup list available to anyone to reserve their spot in that shower for five minutes, but so far, no one had taken the initiative to do it. Just too many other things to worry about, I guess.

I undressed, setting my clothes on a nearby rack. I stepped forward to the shower stall, closing the door. I pulled the retractable shower head from its slot and turned on the water.

At first, warm water ran down my body. Then on impulse I turned the water to full cold, directing it upon my head.

The shock of cold water blasting down my head, running down my neck, back, and chest, was unreal — far more uncomfortable than I had envisioned. It was like getting punched. Instead of jumping up and down, which is what I wanted to do, I forced myself to stay still. I relaxed my shoulders against the cold even though all I wanted to do was tense up. My breathing became deep, almost panicked, as a flood of oxygen filled my brain. Every fiber of my being felt alive, invigorated — and still, the water was cold. The skin on my chest reddened.

Quickly, I used a nearby bar of soap to lather up, such as I could, also washing my hair. I stood in the shower stall for the next five minutes. The water in Odin’s storage tanks must have been no more than fifty degrees — if not colder.

Why I did this, I had no idea. I turned the knob to off, letting the water slow to a trickle. I toweled off more quickly than I could ever remember. Strangely, once dry, I felt completely warm, but my breathing was still deep. The air that had once felt cold was now warm by comparison. I looked at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes stared back at me with intensity.

I didn’t know why, but I felt stronger and more prepared to meet the day than ever.

I dressed and found a short line outside the bathroom of people who wanted to shower. I checked my watch…05:45. It was a little earlier than I’d thought.

I checked my cabin once more, finding that both Michael and Julian were gone. They’d probably headed over to Gilgamesh already. A lot of the crew liked to eat breakfast together there. Michael would want to see his wife and kid after doing supply runs between Skyhome and Pyrite all day yesterday, while Julian generally followed wherever Michael went. Those two had become fast friends.

When I entered the wardroom, I found that everyone who had been sleeping there just a few minutes ago was now rousing. Some were already up, speaking in subdued voices. From the galley came the sound of pots and pans clanging — the cooks were preparing breakfast, at least for as many people as they could feed. They would be busy for a while.

I left Odin, and made my way over to Gilgamesh. The cold was extreme, and I had forgotten to take my coat. My damp hair just made the temperature feel colder. I was only going to be outside for a few seconds, so it wasn’t a big deal. Roaring fires burned at intervals within the camp, around which people huddled for warmth. It made my mission that much more important — these people needed a home — a warm, safe place to stay, however temporary.

I walked up the boarding ramp into Gilgamesh.

* * *

We all sat at the table in Gilgamesh’s wardroom — it was Michael, Julian, Anna, and I. I’d already explained the basics of the mission, so all that was left was to wait on the final details from Makara and Ashton — who had yet to arrive.

Michael drummed his fingers on the table. By this time of day, the wardroom had been cleared of sleeping bodies, so we were alone. Julian looked like he was going to fall asleep in his seat.

“Is Ashton even on board?” I asked.

“He’s with Makara,” Julian said.

Gilgamesh’s blast door hissed open. All of us turned to see Makara and Ashton framed in the doorway. They stepped inside, the cold air rushing in. The door shut behind.

They walked toward the table, standing shoulder-to-shoulder at the end.

“Morning, all,” Makara said, brusquely. “I’m sure Alex has told you everything so far?”

Heads nodded around the table. Everyone waited for the leader of the New Angels to proceed.

“Good. As soon as you are suited up and Odin prepped, you will be leaving for Bunker 84. Ashton has the exact coordinates, so finding its location should be no issue. However, we don’t know where the entrance itself is.”

No one said anything. So far, everything was self-explanatory.

“Your mission is to fly there and recon the Bunker on foot. It shouldn’t take long. Unlike Bunker 108, which we knew to be dangerous beforehand, Bunker 84 should not be infected with the xenovirus. It fell before Bunker One, likely even before the xenovirus had the capacity to infect animals. Besides, it is located so far west that the odds of the xenovirus making it there are very slim. What Ashton and I expect is an empty Bunker that is big and hopefully has a lot of resources we can use.”

Despite Ashton’s and Makara’s opinion that the Bunker would not be dangerous, my gut feeling was that it would be highly dangerous. I couldn’t tell where this feeling came from, but it was present, all the same. It was always best to expect the unexpected.

Ashton cleared his throat. “I will be your flight leader. The cold shouldn’t affect us too much. As long as we find the Bunker entrance from the air, there actually won’t be much time spent above ground.”

I hoped so. The entrance had to be accessible, or it wouldn’t just be us who had a problem finding it — it would be the entire Exodus when the time came to move everybody in.

“Is there anything else we need to know?” Michael asked.

“We’ve gone over everything that we can,” Makara said. “As soon as Odin is cleared, Ashton will fly you guys north. It shouldn’t take long to reach Bunker 84. He’ll set you down and you can go in.” She paused. “You might even be back by tonight.”

Getting back tonight, hopefully with good news, seemed like an excellent proposition. It also seemed impossible. After what had happened at Bunker 108, I had no illusions that this was going to be easy. Even though we had a strong team, I still had a bad feeling that I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s get started.”

* * *

After the meeting, I hung around a few minutes before heading for the clinic. I wanted to visit Samuel one last time. Part of me hoped he would wake in the most opportune manner possible and take over my role. Even if he woke up, though, I was still stuck leading. Makara wouldn’t let Samuel do anything in his current state.

I found him in the same position as before — lying on his back with various tubes sticking in his body.

Sitting by his bed was someone I hadn’t expected: Ruth.

She gave an apologetic smile as I entered.

“Sorry,” she said. “I was just covering for Lauren while she got some rest.”

“No need to apologize,” I said. I pulled up a nearby stool, sitting at the end of the bed. “How are things going?”

Ruth shrugged, looking at Samuel. “I don’t know. It’s all very overwhelming. Lauren being here makes things easier.”

I nodded. It was amazing to think that as many as five people had survived Bunker 108 — Michael, Lauren, their daughter Callie, and now both Ruth and I. Just a couple of weeks ago I thought I had been the only survivor.

“We’ve got a small piece of our community here,” I said. “It used to be just me.”

Ruth forced a smile. “Then that makes us the same, then.”

At that moment, Michael and Lauren walked into the clinic. They both watched Ruth and me for a moment, seeming surprised to see us here.

“Well, this is a reunion if I ever saw one,” Lauren said.

From the corridor came the sound of a little girl’s exuberant scream. Like a rocket, Callie ran into Michael’s legs as if trying to knock him down. Michael smiled, taking the brunt of the impact with ease. He grabbed Callie, who squealed as Michael lifted her high into the air, a smile stretched across his face. Both Lauren and Ruth laughed. Even I managed a smile.

At last, Michael set the little girl down. His brown eyes looked warm and happy. Ever since finding him in Vegas, I hadn’t seen him much with his family. I realized he had a lot to balance; being both a soldier and a father. Lauren probably wasn’t happy that Michael would be in harm’s way again, but I knew Michael wanted to do his part, especially since he was such a capable fighter.

“Thanks for saving our lives,” I said to him.

Michael arched an eyebrow. “Which time?”

“The Bunker,” I said. “You left your keycard by the motor pool.”

Michael looked at Lauren. “It was her idea, actually.”

Lauren smiled. “I knew we wouldn’t need it past that point. I guess I just had a feeling about it.”

“Thank you,” I said.

It felt good having everyone together. We had all come a long way since the fall of Bunker 108, and there was always hope for a new beginning now that all of our paths had crossed once again. I wondered if anyone else was out there from 108 that we just didn’t know about. It was certainly possible, especially if some had gone west toward Los Angeles rather than east toward Vegas.

Even still, five people surviving that night seemed a miracle in and of itself. It was something to be grateful for. It was too bad we would all have to be in harm’s way again, especially Michael, who had his family. It wasn’t going to be the last time we risked ourselves, either.

I looked out the open doorway.

“Is it time?” Michael asked.

I nodded. “Probably so.”

Michael lifted his daughter into the air, giving her a fierce hug and planting a kiss on her forehead. Callie, realizing that her dad was leaving yet again, started to cry. Lauren grabbed her, setting her on the ground and holding her back from chasing after her father.”

“Be back soon, Callie-boo-boo.”

Callie sniffled. “You promise?”

Michael nodded. “Promise.”

Next, Michael hugged his wife, kissing her on the lips.

“I’ll be back,” he said.

Lauren looked into his eyes, saying nothing. Maybe she knew there might be a time where he didn’t come back.

“Please don’t do this again,” she said.

Michael nodded. “This should be nothing. After this, I’ll take a break for a while.”

“You said that last time.”

“I mean it, Lauren.”

Lauren sighed, and nodded. “Okay. I’ll let you go. One last time.”

Michael kissed her again. A moment later, he and I left the clinic and headed for Odin.

* * *

An hour later, Odin was prepped and ready to fly. We found the warmest clothing we could. We all had thick parkas with more layers beneath. I slipped my Beretta into an inside pocket of my parka and carried my AR in my hands. Besides weapons, we also had plenty of food. We had offloaded most of it for the Exodus to use in case it did take longer than a couple of days to do this. We left enough for the five of us to last for three days, which was far longer than we planned on staying at Bunker 84.

The last of our preparations made, we found our seats on the bridge as Ashton began liftoff. A crowd had gathered below the ship — Makara, Char, Marcus, and even several of the gang lords, including Cain and Rey. Makara held up a single hand in farewell as the gang lords stared on with hollow eyes in the dull light of the Wasteland. It was late morning.

The ship turned north, leaving behind the walls of Pyrite. I was pushed back in my seat as Odin accelerated.

We said very little that first hour. I merely watched the landscape below pass — a ceaseless red and brown of valleys, mountains, and dead trees. The lines of old highways cut through the landscape like cracks, empty now for thirty years. Lifeless cities spread across the flatter areas, buildings crumbling and disintegrating into the surrounding Wasteland.

The land transitioned from the brownish red of the Wasteland to a dull, monochrome gray. Clouds darkened, despite its being midmorning, casting the land below in shadow. The air grew thick with dust.

“It should be getting brighter, not darker…” Julian said.

“The dust is thicker here for some reason,” Ashton said.

“Something to do with Ragnarok?” I asked.

“Perhaps,” Ashton said.

If dust kicked up by the meteor was less prevalent in equatorial regions, then maybe it was more prevalent farther north. We had only gone a couple of hundred miles, so it seemed strange that such a short distance could have such a large effect.

The landscape changed from low valleys, hills, and dead forests into mountains. The dust was so thick that we could barely see the mountains below. Ashton slowed the ship out of concern for safety. It was dark and miserable.

Ashton turned the ship to port, angling us downward.

“We’re almost there,” he said. “Coordinates are showing that we’re almost on top of it.”

There was no way to see anything below, but that didn’t stop me from trying. A hulking mountain rose ahead of us, cold and gray. I wondered: if it was this dim during the day, how dark would it be at night? I imagined that the darkness would be absolute. We had to hurry and get inside the Bunker and then return to the ship before that happened.

We paused in midair at a hover. Ashton angled the ship downward, to get a full view of the mountainside.

He pointed ahead. “Somewhere in there. That’s our target.”

I saw nothing but bare mountainside. It looked cold as hell out there.

“Let’s scan the area,” I said. “Might find something if we’re a bit closer.”

Ashton nodded, edging the ship closer to the mountain. There was nothing but sheer cliffs, long-dead trees, and massive boulders.

“They didn’t want anyone getting in, did they?” Anna asked.

Michael grunted. “Guess not.”

Julian watched ahead intently, saying nothing.

We began our sweep of the mountain. We searched for ten minutes in vain, finding nothing but rock.

“We have to find somewhere flatter,” I said. “They couldn’t have built the Bunker door into sheer cliff.”

Or at least, I didn’t think they could have.

“I think you’re right,” Ashton said.

The ship rose above the ridge. Expecting to see only the other side of the mountain, sloping downward, we were actually surprised by another sight — a small valley, in the center of which was a frozen lake.

“That looks promising,” Anna said.

“Indeed it does,” Ashton said. “Going in.”

Ashton eased Odin forward. We had been advancing for a few seconds when something pummeled the ship from the side.

Chapter 9

The ship was sent into a haphazard spiral as a baleful roar, louder than any I had ever heard, shook the entire vessel. My seatbelt pressed deep into my skin as the ship spun downward. Blood rushed to my head. It felt like my stomach was rising to my throat.

We were going to crash.

Ashton cursed as he jerked the control stick upward. Slowly, the ship righted itself, and I could see the gray sky above, empty.

The thrusters kicked on, pushing the entire ship from its downward slide. But it was not fast enough. Something crashed into the ship in the back. As the ship remained immobile, I realized then that something hadn’t crashed into us. We had crashed into something. Odin was standing on end, the aft of the ship propped on the Earth.

The ship began to fall forward.

Ashton pressed a button on the dash. The forward strut squealed as it deployed, just in time to somewhat break the fall of the ship. The strut took on the pressure of the ship as it pressed its enormous weight down from above. The ship bounced a few times due to the strut’s suspension before settling.

Through the windshield I could see gray air and ground covered in similarly gray and dusty snow. We had landed in the valley, thankfully. If it had been the slope, we’d be sliding down to our doom.

But we had more pressing matters. There was still the question of what had hit us in the first place to send us crashing to the ground, and I knew it wasn’t the mountain that first time. There was only one thing big enough to attack us like that, and as long as we were grounded, we had no way of fighting it.

A xenodragon.

Ashton clicked on the radio. Not even static answered.

“The radio’s lost power,” Ashton said. He sighed. “Christ. Just hope it’s not the rest of the ship, too.”

I was about to use my own radio to contact Makara when another roar shook the ship’s frame. Now there was no doubt: we had been attacked by a dragon, and apparently it was coming in for round two.

“We can’t lift off?” I asked.

“No, I can’t do anything,” Ashton said. “Nothing on the dash is responding.”

“Is the fusion drive working?” Michael asked.

All of us paused to listen. No sound came from the aft of the ship, and no vibrations through the floor. That meant the engine was off.

“Not even backup battery power is working,” Ashton said. “Unless we can get power back on, we’re royally screwed.”

“I think we’re royally screwed even before that happens,” Michael said. “We have to get off this ship and find the Bunker on foot.”

Michael was right. We weren’t safe on this ship. The dragon knew we were here and would be coming back for us. Then again, we weren’t exactly safe in the open, either. If we left this ship, we would be sitting ducks.

“Let me call Makara first,” I said.

“There might not be time for that,” Anna said. “Let’s save our own butts first.”

I nodded and unstrapped my seatbelt and stood, racking my brain for something to do. I listened for any sound, but there was none. Maybe the dragon was gone.

That was when the ship was slammed from the side. I dropped to the floor and slid across the deck, feeling myself lift as the floor turned underneath me. I fell backward into the wall, the impact momentarily knocking the wind out of me. Around me came curses. The ship was on its side. Restoring power was now the least of our concerns.

“Is everyone alright?” I asked.

No one answered, but we all began to get up, one by one. Everyone could manage at least that much.

“We need to get to the exit,” I said. “Now.”

We were standing on the wall, and the ship had been plunged into darkness. The only light came from the gray late morning outside the windshield. Michael clicked on a flashlight and took the lead.

As the dragon screamed once more overhead, I knew we didn’t have much time left. Michael scrambled into the corridor leading from the bridge, climbing the bulkhead in order to reach it. We followed him. What had once been the floor now lay to our right. I wondered how we were going to get out of here. We couldn’t get out through the blast door if it was facing the ground.

“Head to the cargo bay,” Ashton said, wheezing.

“I can’t see where to go,” Michael said.

“Here,” Ashton said, snatching the light. “Follow me.”

He led us into the wardroom. The stairs into the cargo bay appeared very strange — from our perspective, they were built sideways into the floor, which rose to our right. We had to climb up to reach the stairs going into the cargo bay.

Anna went first, using a weapons rack built into the wall to push herself up. From there she was able to reach the stairs, pulling herself inside the pit where the stairs went toward the cargo bay.

“I can’t do that, girlie,” Ashton said.

“You go next to last,” she said. “Michael can boost you, and the rest of us will pull you up.”

Outside, the dragon screamed, distant. Maybe it was going away. Or, maybe, it would come in for one more attack — one we had no capacity to deal with.

Julian pulled himself up to the stairs. I followed his example. Once on the stairs, Julian reached down a hand for Ashton. Michel cupped his hands, allowing Ashton to place his foot there so he could boost him.

“Find something to hold onto,” Michael said.

Ashton was about to protest when he gave a startled yelp. He shot into the waiting hands of Julian, who grabbed him by the armpits. I reached down to assist.

Ashton moaned in pain as we hoisted him up. He was surprisingly heavy — we made no progress in pulling him up until he started to push himself on the wall. At last, he lay sprawled next to us, panting.

At last, Michael made the climb, using the weapons rack as Anna had. He pulled himself into the staircase. As he stood next to us, we walked toward the door to the cargo bay.

Michael pulled the sliding door open, revealing a mangled mess of supplies and parts within the dark bay. We crawled forward through the metallic jumble toward the very back of the ship.

“There’s a portal on the port side we can use,” Ashton said, pointing upward. “That’ll put us outside.”

The portal was already open halfway — wide enough for a person to squeeze through. I thought that was an odd bit of luck; I was afraid it might be stuck shut. We weaved our way there, avoiding the junk that blocked our path. Frigid air entered the bay from outside.

“Come on,” I said. “We don’t have much time.”

Michael nodded, and climbed out of the portal into the gray afternoon. We all followed.

* * *

The cold didn’t hit me at first when I entered the gray air. I first felt absolutely nothing.

Then it came. The air stung my skin, my eyes watered, and tears coursed down my face. I hastily wiped them away before they could freeze. As the wind buffeted me, my six layers of clothing felt too little.

“Raise Makara,” Michael said.

I raised the radio to my mouth. “Makara? We need immediate evac, over. Odin is down. I repeat: Odin is down.”

The radio was silent for a moment. Makara’s voice came in.

“What do you mean, Odin is down?”

From somewhere above, the xenodragon screamed.

“We need to find cover!” Michael shouted above the wind.

Julian crossed his arms in a vain attempt to keep warm. The poor guy had lived in a warm climate all of his life. If the temperature was this much of a shock to me, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like for him.

“Odin crashed,” I said. “We were ambushed by a dragon. I…I think it’s coming for us again.”

Michael began picking his way down the side of the ship, into the dusty snow that covered the mountain valley. Everyone moved to follow him.

“Listen,” Makara said. “I can be there in an hour. But if that dragon is still around there’s not much I can do. When it comes down to it, the beast has to clear out before I can pick you up. Just find a safe spot. Somewhere warm.”

I shivered. “We’re going to find the Bunker entrance and stay until we’re clear to get out. Might have a chance to do some recon after all.”

Michael shouted at me from the ground, but his voice was lost to the wind. I needed to get moving.

“Listen,” Makara said. “It might be too late to say this, but…be careful, Alex. I can’t lose any of you.”

I sensed concern in her voice — a promise of protection that could do no good, hundreds of miles away. I thought of all the times she’d saved my hide — running from Raiders, giving me food — and how she was powerless to do that right now.

“We’ll see you soon, Makara.”

Ashton worked his way down the ship’s side and entered the waiting arms of Julian and Michael. Anna hopped cleanly down from the ship into snow that came up to her knees. This was going to be a hard slog. I worked my way down the side of the ship. The dragon roared once more from above. It was not visible beyond the thick gray dust.

“The Bunker will probably be somewhere in this valley,” Ashton shouted.

Ahead, I could see nothing but a wall of gray air. Somewhere beyond that was the mountainside and the frozen lake we had spied from above. The wind had kicked up so much snow and dust that we could only see about fifteen feet ahead. Ashton was right; we had to find the Bunker entrance or we might not even survive long enough to be rescued. Makara could follow the coordinates to find our position, but we couldn’t stay in the ship. The dragon was sure to come back. We had to get underground and wait it out.

We forged ahead, Michael and me plowing a trail through the thick snow. I ignored the cold, ignored the pain, and pressed on. After a few minutes of empty space and snow, we stopped before the edge of the frozen lake. The snow was not as thick here — I could see the ice through a thin film of grayish white.

And also bright, fresh red spots.

“Blood,” Anna said.

I knelt down, picking up a small red crystal. Yes: it was blood. But whose? Someone had been here before us — or something.

“Look,” Julian said, his teeth chattering. He pointed toward the right. “There’s more going that way.”

I soon saw that Julian was right. More speckles of red led to the right, across the lake itself.

“Maybe it leads somewhere,” Anna said.

“We have nothing else to go on,” I said. “Might as well follow it.”

We followed the trail of blood. The wind blustered, the snow stung, and the trail led in more or less a straight line. Eventually, we would find where it ended, and whom the blood belonged to.

Soon, the ice petered out, to be replaced by thick snow once more. Several boulders rose from the ground; we trudged between them. We were nearing the mountainside and the trail now skirted the edge of the frozen lake. Maybe it was because of the mountainside, but the wind abated a bit and the snow settled.

As everything stilled into silence, that was when we saw him.

Grudge, lying in the snow, with blood pouring out of his right leg.

* * *

“Grudge!”

Anna ran through the snow and I chased after her. Michael, Julian, and Ashton trudged after me. Grudge wasn’t moving. He couldn’t have been out here long — obviously, he had hitched a ride on Odin, had even been the one to open that portal in the cargo bay. Already, a small embankment of gray, ashy snow had gathered on his side. If we had come up on him ten minutes later, that snow might have become his icy coffin. For all we knew, he actually was dead. His eyes were closed.

Anna knelt beside Grudge and looked up at me with wide eyes, as if I could do something about it.

I ran forward, and knelt in the snow, placing two fingers at the base of his neck.

Thump. A long pause. Thump.

“He’s alive,” I said.

Michael ventured ahead, snow swirling around his form, his breath forming clouds. In the distance behind came another cry from the dragon. I spun to see nothing but falling snow. Odin was lost to sight and the dragon would be even farther away.

“I’ll take care of Grudge,” Ashton said. “The rest of you find the Bunker entrance. We need to get inside and out of this cold before it kills us all. Makara will never get here in time.”

“I’ll stay with Ashton,” Anna said.

“Let’s go,” I said.

Michael and Julian fell into step beside me. We forged ahead through the snow, leaving Ashton and Anna to tend the fallen Grudge. Why had he come? For some reason, I imagined him sneaking aboard the Odin and finding a warm place in the cargo bay to take a nap, having no idea where the ship was heading. The gang lords, as a rule, were not allowed aboard either Gilgamesh or Odin except under the watchful eye of Makara, Ashton, Char, or Marcus.

Now, though, the wreck was likely going to cost Grudge his life. He lay bleeding in the snow after somehow escaping the wreckage of Odin. Was his being here an accident, or had it been on purpose? We would never know unless he lived to tell us. Maybe it was some conspiracy on the part of the gang lords. If so, it had horribly backfired.

But for now, I had to concentrate on other things. Finding the entrance to Bunker 84 was the number one priority. The shifting snow gave away to a wall of solid gray rock. We had run right into a cliff face. I saw nothing on the cliff face that indicated an entrance of any sort. I glanced back at our disappearing footsteps being filled with falling snow. Getting lost was a very real possibility.

“Let’s follow this cliff back toward the lake,” Michael said.

Julian and I followed Michael. For a couple of minutes we walked on until the icy blue of the lake surface came into view. It was perhaps twenty feet across here. I realized that it was not actually a lake at this point — it was a wide stream. And the stream angled upward, until it was going straight up.

A frozen waterfall.

I looked back, and forward, realizing we had entered a canyon. We would have to turn back, as this was a dead end.

Instead, Julian walked forward, placing a hand on the thick, frozen waves that composed the icefall. The ice stretched up the mountain, far out of view. It was wide at the bottom — perhaps forty or so feet across, and was frozen completely against the mountain.

“Julian, we have to go,” I said.

Julian, however, did not respond. I began to wonder if he had even heard me.

“Julian!”

He turned, a smile on his face. His brown eyes glinted, and he pointed, right at the waterfall.

“I’ll be damned,” Michael said from beside me.

I had no idea what either of them was talking about. I squinted, and through the spiraling snowflakes and sleet falling from the sky, through that thick, clear icefall, I saw it.

84.

“It’s behind the waterfall,” I said.

Julian turned around, rubbing his hands together. “There’s always something behind the waterfall.”

If the Bunker creators were going for hidden, well, they did a pretty good job. This mountain valley could only be accessed by air, and on top of that, they had built the Bunker behind a giant sheet of falling water. Had it been warmer, we might have never found it.

How we were going to get through the icefall was another proposition entirely. But for now, Ashton and Anna had to know.

“Julian, Michael… stay here and get to work on breaking that ice. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

“Alex…” Michael said.

“There’s no time for all of us to go back,” I said. “It’s too cold, and getting inside twenty minutes earlier could mean the difference between life and death. Start on the ice.”

Michael nodded, finally agreeing. “Fine. Go back the exact way we came in.”

I nodded. “Of course.”

As Michael and Julian grabbed some nearby rocks and began hammering away at the ice, I turned and ran. The cold air stung my lungs. The shock of the cold still hadn’t gone away. All I had to do now was not get lost.

I slipped on a patch of ice, tumbling to the ground. I stretched out my hands, breaking my fall as I pressed into a snowbank. Panting, I got back up. The freezing snow snuck into my gloves. I ran along the cliff, the exact way Michael, Julian, and I had come. I jogged for another minute, expecting at least a vestige of the trail of footprints we had left.

But instead, I found nothing — nothing but a field of ice, nothing but snow and the gray air, swirling. I suddenly felt very tired.

I ran forward into the snow, leaving the cliff behind. Ashton and Anna would be out there somewhere. They would not have moved…would they?

It was silent and cold. I felt completely alone, as if I were in my own world, as if I were on a separate planet. The ice and snow continued to fall, burying the land in its layers. There was nothing but snow in all directions. I thought there had been at least a few more rocks than this — a few more boulders when I had passed this way earlier.

Unless I hadn’t passed this way before. Unless I had somehow gotten completely off course.

I paused, breathing heavily out of both exhaustion and cold.

It was a cold I was beginning to feel in an entirely new way.

Chapter 10

I dropped to both knees, my breaths escaping in clouds. My entire face felt frozen solid — my vision dimmed, and the snow danced in the sky ahead, falling.

My gloved hands fell to the snow, holding up the rest of my body. I willed my legs to stand — to not die.

And my legs weren’t listening.

As if in a dream, I suddenly stood, walking forward. I kept walking, one foot after the other, feeling like I was floating…

I opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep.

I couldn’t tell how much time had passed — but I knew I didn’t have long. Despite how weak I felt — despite my desire to lie there and close my eyes — a thought came to me. Anna. I saw her smiling face, thought about holding her again — and how I would never have that again if I gave up now.

I stood, forcing myself forward. I ran ahead. Within seconds, I came within view of the frozen lake. And far to my right, I saw the boulder where Grudge had fallen, and two forms standing beside it. I ran forward, stopping before them. I had trouble deciding whether this were a dream or reality. It became real when both Ashton and Anna stared at me with wide eyes. Anna ran forward, pulling me into her arms.

“Alex… oh my God…”

“We found it,” I said.

Ashton looked me over. “He’s getting hypothermia. He needs to get inside right now.”

I pointed toward the shoreline. “Follow the lake… you will find it.”

Anna and Ashton helped me up. The cold was bad, yes — but the three of us had to move Grudge to the Bunker entrance.

They pushed me against the boulder, out of the wind.

“Is he still alive?” I asked.

Anna looked at me, pulling me close. “I’m more worried about you.”

“I know. But Grudge?”

Anna nodded. “He’s still kicking. Obviously, he doesn’t have long…”

“We need to go, then,” I said. “Michael and Julian are already working on the entrance. Let’s just pray that door opens.”

* * *

After I had warmed a bit out of the harsh wind, the three of us dragged Grudge along the edge of the lake. I was still woozy, but I helped as much as I could. I had to do anything to burn energy and warm up. As long as we followed the shoreline, we would find the frozen stream, which we could follow into the canyon that led to the icefall. We did come upon that stream, but nearly missed it. It was so covered in snow that the only thing that gave it away was the slight depression the snow made covering it.

We pulled Grudge upstream. Soon, both sides of the canyon rose taller and taller, blocking the wind. It was much-needed relief. A few minutes later we came upon Michael and Julian, desperately hacking through the icefall with a combination of large rocks and knives. They were working around the edges rather than the middle.

Upon seeing us, Michael walked up.

“We figured we might be able to get in the back way.”

“The back way?”

Michael pointed toward the right side of the falls. “It’s weaker, for whatever reason, on this side. The ice is thin right where it touches the mountainside. Julian and I have already taken a good chunk out of it.”

I picked up my own rock — a gray, jagged thing that wasn’t very heavy, but at least it was sharp. I went to the falls and started pummeling the ice where Michael and Julian had already made a dent. Chips of ice flew through the air, and I could clearly see the rounded door of Bunker 84, blue and blurry through the falls. Getting the ice out of the way was the chief concern. The second would be opening the door — something I had no idea how to do.

I wondered why the Bunker designers had decided to put the door here. I guessed it was very secluded and no one would have thought to look here. As far as Bunkers went, it was even more remote than the others — in the middle of the mountains, with no easy access. It made me think that there was something inside that they were trying to hide. The mountain was way too steep here for anyone to have reached this high-altitude valley without aircraft. It made me wonder if, perhaps, there was another entrance farther down. Maybe this one was just a back entrance.

I hacked at the ice again. A large chunk toppled, and a web of cracks snaked their way upward.

“Get back!” Julian said.

Everyone backed away from the icefall. Slowly, we watched as it disintegrated from bottom to top like a gigantic pane of glass. Shards tumbled down from the darkened sky and we backed away even farther. The ice crumbled, jangling almost musically as it formed a massive heap.

We waited a moment longer, breaths heavy, to make sure the rest of the icefall held. After a few more seconds, I walked forward. I picked my way carefully over the large mound of ice, and down the opposite side. I found myself in front of the Bunker door.

That was when I saw it was already open a crack.

I motioned everyone over. Michael and Julian helped move Grudge, and Anna climbed over the ice, slid down, and stood next to me, our arms touching. She peered into the sliver of darkness of the partway-open door.

Grunting, Michael and Julian pulled Grudge to where Anna and I stood before the door. Last of all came Ashton, who crawled with weary limbs over the ice pile. He slid down to the other side, not getting up once he had landed on the bottom on his rear.

Anna and I helped him up. Finally, after all of this trouble, we were here. Bunker 84. And none of us had frozen to death.

The door was open, ready for us to enter.

But why was it open? Had it truly been abandoned?

I raised my radio to my mouth. “Makara. We’re in.”

I heard no response, so I wondered whether she had actually heard me. I stepped forward, wedging myself between the Bunker door and its frame. I squeezed through the other side. The others pressed in after me.

Still, my radio sizzled with no response. I turned it off.

When everyone was inside, Grudge pulled along by Michael and Julian, I clicked on my flashlight, scanning the interior. It was a wide tunnel, square in shape, leading downward into darkness. Maybe it would be warmer down there.

I started walking forward. Everyone’s footsteps fell in behind me.

* * *

As we descended into the tunnel, our lights flashing, the air did warm up. Maybe we had lost our ship, and maybe that dragon still plied the skies above, but at least we wouldn’t be dying of cold.

Michael and Julian dragged Grudge behind as Anna unsheathed her katana. She had difficultly pulling the blade out at first — I guessed the blade had frozen to the scabbard. Ashton’s face was grim. He was not even supposed to be in here, but he faced this reality head-on. As a scientist, it was his job to face reality. He held a handgun in his right hand. If he had that gun out, maybe he had changed his mind about this place being abandoned.

Soon the corridor widened into an open space, so large that I couldn’t see where it ended. Ahead, several trees stood withered in beds of soil. Had we entered their Hydroponics Lab? That didn’t make sense — if this was like any of the other Bunkers, the hydroponics would be on the bottom level. And this wasn’t hydroponics, because it appeared that these plants had once grown in actual soil.

I paused, flashing my light toward the dead trees and plants. The foliage was as thick as it was lifeless. A disused, overgrown trail curved into it, disappearing from view. When the people had disappeared, it had given the plants time to run amok — before they, too, had died.

Julian and Michael took the opportunity to lay Grudge on the ground. His eyes were still shut. Ashton knelt beside Grudge, placing an ear over his chest.

“His heart is still beating, though faint,” Ashton said. “It’s a wonder how he’s still alive. This warmth will do him good.”

My attention was still riveted on the dead plants ahead. What was it? Why was it here?

“Maybe it was decorative,” Anna said. “Like a park or something.”

The amount of energy and water needed to keep something of this magnitude running seemed hard to justify. In the Bunkers, resources were stretched to the limits — and it was hard to imagine this Bunker having the luxury to support an entire park near its entrance. I guessed, however, it was possible. Whatever the point of these plants were, they were dead, now. This area had been offline for a long while — years, perhaps even a decade or more.

On the ground beside me, Grudge stirred.

“He’s moving,” Ashton said.

I shined my light on Grudge. He winced as the beam hit his eyes.

“Cut that out, will you?” his voice rasped.

“Not too thankful to the people who saved your sorry life,” Michael said.

Grudge turned on his side. He winced in pain. “I feel sick as a dog.”

“You’ve suffered a great deal of blood loss in the crash, and I suspect you are also suffering from mild hypothermia,” Ashton said. “You had a fairly deep cut on your lower leg, but I bound it up and used some congealer on it. With time, it will heal.”

Grudge, with great effort, managed to get himself to a sitting position. “Anyone have water?”

Anna handed him her canteen. He gulped from it greedily. Before he sucked it dry, I snatched it from him.

“That’s enough.”

Grudge opened one predatory eye, regarding me without emotion. I was beginning to wonder if we should have left him out in the snow.

“Where are we?” he asked, voice still parched.

“Inside Bunker 84,” Ashton said. “We’re glad you could join us.”

Grudge said nothing. It seemed clear that this information meant very little to him. His face was completely impassive. Either that, or he was still exhausted.

“Alright. How much longer until we get out?”

“Makara is on her way with Gilgamesh,” I said. “It shouldn’t be long. We’re only in here to shelter from the cold and for a bit of recon.”

“Odin…?”

“Gone,” Anna said.

Grudge nodded. Slowly, he moved to get up. To my surprise, he managed with little trouble on his hobbled leg. Everyone took a step back as if he were a viper about to strike.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I wanted to help,” Grudge said. “I’m tired of you guys leaving me out of things. I knew Makara would never let me on, so I found a place to hide.”

The fact that this was the reason Grudge came along was shocking — so much so that I had a very difficult time buying it.

“You wanted to help?”

I didn’t hide the skepticism in my voice.

He looked at me intently. “It’s like I said at the gang lords’ meeting. I believe in this mission. After what’s happened, I’d be crazy not to. And I’m part of this team now, too. Why did Makara come to us if she didn’t want us part of the team? We need to work this all out, together. That’s why I’m here. I don’t care what you or anyone else says. I’m a fighter, and I’m willing to do whatever to help out.”

“Well, we could use your help,” Ashton said. “But you damn near ended up getting yourself killed instead.”

“It could have happened to any of us,” Julian said. “Besides, he’s right, isn’t he? We wouldn’t have let him come if he had just asked.”

I guessed that much was true. I remembered the gang lords’ summit back in Vegas. Besides Boss Dragon, Grudge had been the one I was most impressed with. He seemed to be concerned with the xenovirus, and not with taking over Los Angeles as the others were. If I could have picked any gang lord to be here, it would have been him. Maybe this was his chance to prove himself.

All the same, I wasn’t going to let my guard down.

He chuckled. “No one would happen to have any food, would they?”

“Eating might be a good idea,” I said. “Then we can plan our next move.”

We all sat on the floor. I set my pack down, and rifled through it. Despite planning on being here for no more than twenty-four hours, we had enough food to last three days. I passed out our first meal — chicken sandwiches with lettuce, tomato, and onion, along with some apples. All the food had come direct from Skyhome, and was among the best we had. We needed all the calories we could get, especially after the cold we had suffered outside. The chill of that mountain air still hadn’t left me.

As we ate our food in silence, I gazed at the lifeless plants in the park beyond. So far, Bunker 84 had been nothing like I had expected. It felt very different from 108 — definitely not as dangerous. It was much bigger than any Bunker I had seen, except perhaps Bunker One. It still needed to be explored to determine its suitability as a home. So far, though, it seemed like a good bet, if you discounted the killer temperatures outside. We needed to find water, and hopefully there would be a stash of food somewhere. Perhaps, like Bunker 108, the power still ran. Maybe even plants grew, further down.

Within a few minutes, we had all finished eating. I found that I was still hungry. Even so, I felt much better with food inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to lie down and rest. The day so far had been exhausting. Checking my watch, I found it was only two in the afternoon. It felt as if it were two in the morning with all we had been through. The darkness inside the Bunker just made me want to sleep even more.

All the same, now that we were inside Bunker 84, maybe Makara could wait on picking us up. Since this place was apparently abandoned, it would make sense to take a look at every section we could. We definitely could not do that in the next hour or so, but we had to make the best of it, before we had to return to the entrance and try to contact Makara again. A full recon would take the rest of the day, and perhaps into tomorrow.

“We have about an hour until Makara arrives,” I said, breaking the silence. “I know after what happened outside the last thing we want to do is recon this place. But we’ve made it. We’re here. And it would be a waste if we returned to the Exodus without solid intel.”

Slowly, heads around the circle nodded. Grudge stared at me.

“First,” I said, “I need to go raise Makara and let her know what’s changed. We still need to recon this place, so I’m going to tell Makara to hold off on picking us up for now. That should give time for the skies to clear. I don’t want her running into the same problem as we did.”

It was hard saying all of that because I wanted out of here as much as everyone else did. But we had a mission to finish.

Thankfully, no one protested. We were all on the same page. I had expected Michael or even Ashton to start taking charge when things went south. But so far, I had kept a handle on everything — even Grudge. It was something to be proud of, at least.

“You aren’t going back by yourself, are you?” Michael said.

“Grudge can come with me,” I said. “If he’s feeling up to it.”

Grudge stood in a heartbeat. He favored his bandaged left leg.

“Really, I’m fine,” he said. “This wound isn’t going to bother me at all.”

Ashton looked at him skeptically, but said nothing.

Julian, Michael, and Anna all looked at me strangely.

“Grudge needs to get moving so he can warm up,” I said. “Besides…if he’s one of us, I should give him a chance to prove it.” I paused. “This shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes.”

“At least let the old man come with you,” Ashton said, standing up. “If Grudge gets to stretch his legs, then I suppose I need to as well.”

“Maybe we should all go,” Anna said. “Even if this place is empty, splitting up is a bad idea.”

“You’re right,” I said. “Let’s make a field trip out of it.”

Quickly, everyone packed their things, and we headed back to the entrance.

Chapter 11

We walked up the incline toward the entrance of Bunker 84. I just hoped I was doing the right thing. Despite what he’d said about wanting to help, Grudge was a loose cannon. I didn’t know his true motivations for stowing away on Odin. All the same, part of me felt he was being genuine. All we could do was keep an eye on him.

Whatever the case, Grudge was here and we had to deal with that reality.

The further we walked up the tunnel, the colder the air became. No one spoke. Grudge limped along, giving no sign that he was in pain. I could give him one thing: he was tough and tenacious.

At last, the dark gray light of day appeared at the end of the tunnel. Upon reaching the door, I stepped outside into the frigid air.

I raised my radio. “Makara?”

It was a moment before her voice crackled back from the speaker. “Alex! Where the hell have you been?”

“Sorry. We were underground. Listen…this place looks abandoned. We were in danger before, but we want to take a few hours to recon the Bunker and at least see what’s down there. We went inside, and there was nothing. Just some park.”

“Park?”

I paused. “It’s hard to explain. We need to explore a bit more.”

Makara paused a moment. “Is that dragon still flying around?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard it but we’ve been underground.”

“Now might be the best time to get you out,” Makara said. “While we still can.”

“So we’re just going to move the Exodus here without a proper recon?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Makara said. “The area seems dangerous. Even if the Bunker is perfect, Odin has crashed and it’s extremely cold. We’re going to have to search for other options.”

Makara couldn’t be serious.

“Look,” I said. “There’s a lot of space here. And it’s warm inside. We haven’t scouted water or food yet, but it beats the hell out of Pyrite. Besides, it will be hard for crawlers to attack us up here. It’s in the mountains and you can’t get to it except by air. Dragons might be a problem, but those will be a problem anywhere we go.”

Makara listened, not saying a word.

“Look,” I said. “Just let us scout this place a bit. I bet we can find water and maybe even some food. We need those things, don’t we?”

Makara sighed. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right. I just…have a bad feeling about this, you know? Part of me wants to pull you back right now, but then we’d just be back to square one.”

“Look,” I said. “Give us until six tonight to get this done. I’ll meet you back up here to report. If I haven’t convinced you by then, you can give us immediate evac.”

Makara didn’t respond for a moment. She was still thinking.

“Alright, Alex. You have four hours to find out what you can. But I want you contacting me at six o’clock on the dot. Am I clear on that?”

“Yeah, of course,” I said. “We won’t go too far in.”

“I mean it, Alex. I’m going to punch you in the face if it’s 6:01.”

I didn’t laugh. “Got it.”

“I’ll be in the area,” Makara said. “I’m about thirty minutes out, so if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

“Copy that.”

“And Alex…”

“Yeah?”

“…Watch yourself.”

Makara cut out. I didn’t want to have come here without getting anything done. We owed something to all the people back in Pyrite. They wanted solid news about whether Bunker 84 would work and we were the only ones who could deliver. I wanted to actually do something, to be responsible for leading this team safely and doing something valuable for the Exodus. Nothing was going to stand in my way.

I lowered the radio to my belt, clipping it on.

“You forgot to tell her about Grudge,” Michael said.

“No, I didn’t forget.”

Everyone looked at me a moment, as if they weren’t sure what to think. If I’d told Makara about Grudge, she definitely would have pulled us out.

“Back inside?” Julian asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

I started back toward the darkness of the Bunker.

* * *

We reached the “park” a few minutes later.

“Hold up, here,” Grudge said, wincing. “My leg is killing me.”

We paused. Maybe with Grudge it wasn’t a great idea to recon the Bunker. I didn’t want to split the team up, but I also didn’t want to leave one or two people alone with Grudge while the rest of us reconnoitered. I had to think of him as dangerous. I wasn’t going to let my guard down.

“What now?” Anna asked.

“Grudge, I know you’re here to help, but would you mind waiting by the entrance tunnel? It could get dangerous ahead. Your leg will slow us down.”

Grudge frowned. “What, stay here by myself? No way.”

I felt bad for doing it, but I didn’t want to leave anyone alone with him. “Yeah. There’s nothing in here, so you’ll be fine.”

“Really,” Ashton said, “I can stay with him. It’s no trouble at all. Besides, I’m too old to be tromping around in here.”

Michael and Anna looked up at me, willing me to firm up my resolve. Julian looked from Grudge to Ashton, unsure. It was up to me, now.

“No,” I said. “Grudge can wait by the entrance. He’ll be fine.”

“What, you don’t trust me?”

“Honestly, yeah — I don’t trust you. And why should I? You should’ve stayed back in Pyrite with the rest of the gang lords. Sorry if I’m offending you, but that’s just the way it is. I don’t know what your motivations are from coming with us, but we all have to consider that it isn’t as altruistic as you say. Besides, you will slow us down.”

Grudge pointed to Ashton. “And he won’t? Hell, I could make better time than this geezer.”

“Watch it,” Michael said, almost in a growl. “Maybe you are top dog of the Suns, but here Alex is in charge.”

Grudge smirked. “He’s just some kid.”

“I’m in charge, whether you like it or not,” I said. “You’re waiting by the entrance. End of story.”

Grudge met my gaze and held it. I wasn’t going to let this guy boss me around — I didn’t care if he was a gang lord or not.

“Enough,” Ashton said. “Alex is right. Makara put him in charge; therefore, his orders must be adhered to.” Ashton’s blue eyes glanced at Grudge coolly. “You are here, so yes, you have to do what he says.”

Grudge took a step forward. Instantly, Michael and Anna flanked my either side, and Julian put a hand on his gun. Grudge paused.

“You’ll regret this,” Grudge said. “All I want is to help. You’ll see.”

And with that, he turned and stomped off.

* * *

“Grudge!” I yelled.

Michael pointed his flashlight into the darkness. Grudge loped along on his good leg.

“Just let him go,” Anna said. “Where does he think he’s going, anyway?”

“I’m not going to leave him here,” I said, going in the direction Grudge had fled. “Grudge, stop!”

The footsteps ahead that had been dragging away stilled. Grudge had stopped.

“Come back,” I said. “We’ll do this together.”

As much as I hated to say that, it was better than him running off from us. Losing him here could have unintended consequences back with the Exodus.

There was no reply. The seconds dragged on, and I suddenly realized how very dark it was.

“Grudge?” Anna called.

“Yeah,” he said, finally. “I think I’m hearing something.”

I motioned the others to follow me forward. A moment later, Michael’s light found Grudge, who stood transfixed, staring ahead.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Quiet,” he whispered. “You’ll hear it.”

We stood still. I heard nothing at all. It was so quiet, I could almost hear my heart beat. Water dripped from somewhere, distant.

I was about to say I heard nothing, but then I heard something.

Voices.

“See?” Grudge whispered, so quiet as to almost be inaudible. “Someone else is here.”

“Survivors,” Michael said. “We might have found the last Bunker left.”

“Let’s not get too optimistic,” Ashton said. “Yes, there might be people. But will they be for us or against us? This adds another layer of complication.”

It certainly did. I had no idea if our best move was contacting them now or trying to be sneakier about it. Or even if the best move was getting the hell out of here.

But I didn’t get the time to decide on any of that. Grudge was off again.

I grabbed him by the shoulder, but he shook me off, and kept going.

“Grudge, stay here!” Michael hissed.

But Grudge wasn’t listening. Michael ran forward, grabbing Grudge by both shoulders and holding him in place. Grudge cried out, his voice echoing throughout the massive chamber. Julian ran forward to assist Michael. Together, they tackled the gang lord to the ground.

“Get off me!” Grudge said.

Finally, Grudge’s eyes went up and met mine. He was like a caged animal.

“Whatever we do,” I said, staring at him, “we do this together. These people could be dangerous, and for all we know they just heard us.”

Grudge gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, but at least he was being quiet now.

“Can I trust you to not do anything stupid?” I asked.

Grudge stared at me a moment longer, his eyes burning with hatred. “Fine.”

At my nod, Michael and Julian let him go. Grudge stood slowly, brushing off his pants. He was still seething.

“Maybe we should just get out of here,” Anna said, softly. “Come back with a bigger group.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” I said. “The fact that there are others here is big news.”

“Maybe we can contact them by radio,” Julian said. “Not from here, of course, but from Gilgamesh when Makara gets here.”

Yes, Makara would be here soon. It probably was time to be heading back.

“We’ve learned enough,” I said. “Let’s head outside and try to raise Makara. There’s a lot we have to tell her.”

But when I turned around, there was already a man standing there.

* * *

Immediately, four guns were raised and pointed at the man as Anna bared her katana. He was a shadow in the darkness. He merely stood, waiting.

“Do you live here?” I asked.

The man remained where he was, but I thought I saw his head nodding.

“Are there others?” Anna asked.

The man said nothing. His lack of answer and the voices we’d heard earlier was confirmation enough.

“We thought this place was abandoned,” I said.

Finally, the man spoke in a deep voice.

“I’m surprised that you didn’t lose your way in the mountains. We never have Outsiders come in.”

I wasn’t going to tell him about Odin or Gilgamesh, or about our mission.

“How many others are there?” I asked.

The man did not answer this, either. “What brings you to Bunker 84? Food? Shelter?”

“We are looking for a place to shelter our group. Bunker 84 is one of the prospects.” The man did not say anything. “How many are living here?”

“Enough to push back the darkness in the world,” the man said.

“I’m sorry…darkness?”

This man was seriously starting to creep me out. I wanted a way out of here only I had to finish speaking to him first.

“Darkness…” the man said. “It is our enemy. And anyone who has been touched by it is our enemy.”

I had the feeling that something bad was going to happen, and soon. I could hear the sound of his breathing, deep. A chill crawled over my skin.

“You see,” the man said. “All of us carry the seed of darkness from birth. And there is no darkness on Earth as great as the human heart. If allowed to take root, it will grow and dominate a person’s thought, life, and intent. Only by believing in the Ascension and the call of the Voice can one free themselves of the grip of darkness — and it is very rarely that men can do so. Women are better, but men are twisted by their desire for power. They do not listen to the Voice from the Great Beyond. So far, I have been the only one.”

“Wait,” I said. “The Voice?”

The man seemed to tense. “You have heard of this?”

I didn’t know whether this man and I were thinking of the same Voice. Ashton stepped in before I could commit any sort of blunder.

“The Voice is nothing to be trifled with,” Ashton said. I guessed he was assuming that the man was talking about Askala.

“The Voice,” the man said, “has her own plans.”

Her. So it was Askala he was talking about.

“The Ascension will begin soon,” the man said.

“You are seriously off your rocker, man,” Grudge said.

The man did not respond for a moment. “Blunt. Impertinent. Uncivil. The mark of darkness.”

The man’s voice rose in intense, religious fervor, making me feel some threat was imminent.

“Calm down,” I said. “Just stay back and no one has to get hurt. Let’s talk. We know some things about the Voice, too. Perhaps we can help each other.”

The man said nothing, as if he were thinking.

But I guessed he didn’t think for long, because that was when they came out of the surrounding darkness, charging for us, screaming.

We let off a couple of shots; more screams followed. Two bodies crashed into me with such ferocity that at first I thought they were Howlers. As more hands pinned me down, I saw that all of us had been similarly restrained.

Every single one of our attackers was a woman.

“Tie them,” the man said. “And bind them. We must wrest the darkness from these before their poison infects us all.”

A sharp pain jabbed into my arm, followed by a shot of liquid. I screamed and fought like an animal, but it was of no use. I felt my strength ebb as I was swallowed by my own form of darkness.

Chapter 12

I regained consciousness in a dark, chilly room. I could tell nothing about where I was — only that it was not where I had been before. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I was deeper inside the Bunker. I could almost feel the claustrophobic press of earth and metal above me.

I tried to move my hands, but they were still bound. My circulation had been cut off slightly so my hands were cold and numb. I tried to stand, but found myself too weak from whatever they had drugged me with. I wanted to close my eyes and sleep again but the only thing that stopped me was my will to understand what the hell we had gotten ourselves into.

I strained my ears, listening for the slightest sound. There was nothing but maddening silence and total darkness. From somewhere beyond, I heard the clicking of metal on metal and the periodic drip of water. I could hear my own heart beating.

“Hello?”

My voice, so weak, seemed like a shout in the near silence. I tried standing again. I forced myself to my feet, finding that they, at least, were not bound. I stumbled, falling forward. I stretched out my bound hands, connecting with a cold metal wall. I coughed, the sound echoing loudly. My space was confined. I felt along the wall, and it took a moment and came back to where I’d started. I traced a small square around my cell, perhaps three paces by three paces in area.

I was a prisoner.

I started feeling along the wall again, hoping to find where the door was. After a moment, my fingers brushed along an indentation. Reaching out both hands, I found that two indentations ran in parallel lines up and down. It was definitely a door. I felt along the surface of the door, hoping to find a latch or knob. There was nothing. I pushed against it and heard the lock click in place.

I stood for a moment, feeling numb all over. There was nothing I could do. I had to wait until someone came for me.

Thankfully — or perhaps not so thankfully — footsteps approached from the outside. I stepped back against the far wall, as distant as possible from the door. I felt as if it were my executioner coming.

The door opened, letting in dim light, still too bright after being in the dark cell for so long. When my eyes adjusted, I saw a woman maybe in her late twenties. She had long black hair, held a candle, and wore a stained white dress. Even in the weak light, her blue eyes were wide, fearful, and haunting. Her face was thin, as was her form.

“Come with me,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

In her voice I felt a sadness such as I’d never known. Maybe that sadness was from the fact that she had lived her entire life underground and didn’t know anything different. Or maybe it was something deeper. The voice was almost…inhuman, as if all the life had been stripped from it. Could living here under the control of that man really be that horrible?

The woman led me from my cell. I followed her down a dark and closed hallway. Doors lined either side — additional cells, the doors of which were closed. I wondered if anyone else was being kept in them. For now, it was me and the woman.

“Where are you taking me?”

She didn’t respond. Her long dress hid her feet and gave her the ghostly appearance of gliding.

She reached a set of metal steps. As she started up, the only sounds were our footsteps — my heavy boots, thunderous in the close confines of the hallway, and the patter of her bare feet.

We reached the top of the stairs, entering what appeared to be a small rec room. The space was dark and obviously hadn’t been kept up. Fifteen years for dust to collect. Fifteen years for furniture to disintegrate.

Fifteen years for people to go crazy.

The girl quickly snuffed out the candle with two fingers, giving way to the interior fluorescent lights that shined weakly. They cast a sickly blue along the walls, the worn furniture. From the shadows of a corner stepped the man — the same one who had attacked us above. From instinct, my bound hands went to my side, finding nothing.

“Untie him,” the man said.

The woman rushed to obey. Within seconds, the rough rope had fallen to the floor. I rubbed my wrists, trying to work feeling back into them. The woman scooped up the rope and began to coil it for reuse later.

The man stood in the center of the room. He wore a dark denim coat with dark pants, and by the light I could see his features a little more clearly. He was surprisingly young — perhaps in his early thirties. Everything about him was dark — his clothing, his eyes, his hair, long and to his shoulders but still surprisingly kempt. He also had a beard, but it was short and trimmed. He was tall and fit and carried an aura of command. There was nothing cruel about his features — from appearance, he looked like a good person — stately, even. But I knew that this was not the case because of how he had attacked us earlier. It was his eyes that got to me most. Empty. Hollow. It was like staring into twin abysses.

I felt as if I were looking into the eyes of a man with no soul, or at least, a man who had buried his soul so deeply that the only thing left was…I didn’t know. What I did know was that he gave off a creepy, infectious vibe.

Then it hit me. Looking at him was like staring into their eyes.

“Thank you, Elizabeth,” the man said. “You may return to your duties.”

As Elizabeth left the room, the man’s eyes turned on me. His gaze was piercing and seemed to see into my core. I didn’t falter, but met his stare head-on. A younger version of me might have looked away, but I had seen too much to be intimidated by this man.

“Forgive the confinement, Alex,” the man said. “We have never had Outsiders visit, but we take the safety and integrity of the Community very seriously.”

“The Community? And how do you know my name?”

“We are the Community,” the man said, gesturing around the empty room. He gave a small smile, in realization that we were the only ones here. “And I heard one of your friends speak your name.” The man paused. “We of the Community are close in heart and purpose. Whatever threatens that heart and purpose is darkness. Anything that stands in the way of the Ascension is darkness — the rebirth of the New Humanity upon the face of the world.” He paused to look at me closer. “I am Elias Greene, Voice and Prophet.”

I tensed at his use of the word “Voice” — it was too evocative of the Radaskim. And what he said before directly referenced the Voice. Did these people — this Community, as Elias called it — worship Askala?

“Where are my friends?”

“They are safe, I assure you. You cannot be reunited with them yet.” Elias fixed his gaze on me more intensely. “How did you come upon Bunker 84?”

At this point, I couldn’t see how any lie would serve me, so I offered him a version of the truth.

“I am part of a group of survivors,” I said. “We are a recon team looking for a place to shelter for the winter. We thought no one would be in here. According to our records, this place went offline fifteen years ago.”

“I did my job well, then.”

“We came here because we knew Bunker 84 was large. We need the space to accommodate everyone for the winter.” I sighed. “I guess that’s the least of my concerns now.”

“How many do you have?” Elias asked.

I paused. “Over a thousand.”

Elias blinked just once — a small sign of his surprise. He had not expected that, clearly.

“One thousand.” He paused, as if considering. “What group? The Raiders?”

So Elias did know at least something about the Outside. I would have to be careful about what I told him; information was power, and I did not want to give him too much of it, as he was already in a powerful position. Giving just enough to satisfy his curiosity forced me to walk a tightrope — balancing between too much and too little.

“Yes,” I said. “Raiders are with us, among others. Things have changed in the Wasteland. The Blights are starting to take over everything.” I paused. “You do know about those, right?”

Elias nodded. His eyes were more knowing than I would have thought. The glimmer of a smile came at hearing this news.

“The time is coming, then,” Elias said. “One day, all of the world will be united under the rule of the Voice.” He nodded his head, almost as if in a prayerful bow.

“Wait,” I said. “This is good news to you?”

Elias nodded. “Of course. She only seeks unity for humanity — for all life. War, starvation, disease — they shall all end once we surrender to her will. As I have. Yes, it was a struggle, at first. But in time, she made me see the truth. And she gave me the strength to carry out that truth.”

“Are you talking about…Askala?”

Elias’s face paled at the mention of that name. “Do not say it. It is a holy word, not to be used by unbelievers. Do not test me on this; at the next infraction, I cannot promise any measure of control on my part.”

I had been warned. He would kill me if I said “Askala” again.

A long silence passed. Elias seemed to be weighing his next step and awaiting my response. Perhaps my silence surprised him.

“How did you survive the journey north?” Elias asked. “Are more camped nearby?”

I shook my head. “As I said, my group is merely a recon team. We thought Bunker 84 was abandoned. Ashton — the older man with us — tried contacting this Bunker several times before arriving.”

“Ah,” Elias said. “Yes, I remember him.”

“Why didn’t you answer those calls?”

Elias said nothing for a moment. He was probably deciding what to tell me. Like me, he recognized that information was valuable.

“We knew you were arriving,” Elias said. “And we planned accordingly. You were armed, and we had no idea of the threat you posed. Forgive me, but we do not take any potential threat to the sanctity of the Community lightly.”

“I understand that,” I said. “However, we are not a threat. I actually used to live in Bunker 108, along with one of our team members here. Our survival group comes from many different backgrounds.”

“108 is gone, then,” Elias said. “Once again, she is right.”

“Do you…communicate?”

I did not want to get any more explicit than that. I didn’t want to test Elias’s earlier threat.

Elias smiled. I guessed he was going to keep that secret to himself.

“The Bunkers will all fall, until there is but one.” Elias motioned around the room. “Bunker 84, as it was once called, now known as the Community. And there are no other Bunkers left. We are all that remains. She informed me that Bunkers 76 and 88 has been offline now for several months, which means that we are the last one left. The time has come for the Ascension. The Day of the Five has arrived.”

“The Day of the Five?”

Elias said nothing for a moment, merely standing and staring at me with those dark eyes.

“Two days ago, Askala informed me that five would come into the Bunker. At this sign, we were to begin the Ascension.”

Five. There were supposed to be five of us originally, but with the addition of Grudge, we were six. Did Elias know that?

“Do you have all five of us down here?”

Elias nodded. “Yes. And since the prophecy has been fulfilled, we can begin the Ascension soon.”

So he did think there were only five of us. Which meant…

…one of us might have gotten away.

Before I could betray any emotion with the realization, I decided to keep Elias talking.

“What happened here?” I asked. “How did the Community form?”

“We were marked by the Voice. By her will we rose and took command of this Bunker.”

“A rebellion,” I said.

Not just a rebellion, but a rebellion orchestrated by the Voice herself. How was this possible? If Elias, or any others under his command, were infected with the xenovirus, then it couldn’t be the Howler strain. It couldn’t be any strain we knew about. This rebellion would have happened fifteen years ago.

“No, it was not a rebellion.” Elias said. “We call the day of our awakening the Realization.”

“So, you realized the Bunker’s fall?”

Elias gave a single nod in answer, his eyes shining. I could tell he enjoyed talking about this. Maybe if I could keep this up he might become more accommodating in telling me where the others were.

“I was sixteen when Bunker 84 fell,” Elias said. “At the time, it was run by a man named Charles Lawson. He was a cruel man, so the atmosphere was ripe for rebellion — so much so that a sixteen-year-old could spark the Realization: that we all dwell in darkness until we accept the truth. Our humanity is repugnant and dark. We must aspire to a higher calling — and that higher calling is aiding the Voice in driving the darkness out of humanity. After the Ascension, we will become new creations — we will become one with the Voice, free from darkness, and share in her glory in ruling the Earth.”

I would have thought Elias completely insane, except that the Voice were real. There were two Xenominds on Earth — both were godlike in power and abilities: Askala of the Radaskim, and the Wanderer of the Elekai. Could Elias really be in communication with Askala, the Voice of the Radaskim?

“You said you were the Voice of the Community,” I said. “What does that mean?”

“There is only one Voice, and she speaks through me. I speak the truth from the Great Beyond. I don’t know why I was chosen. I dream and prophesy about the Community and its purpose in the world. I foretold the Bunker’s fall. I foretold the Prophecy of the Five. And I foretold the Ascension, the time where we would all leave this Bunker behind to inherit the Earth. Those who are faithful to the Voice and her commands will inherit her glory and live as gods above — but only if we obey, only if we die to ourselves.”

“What does this Voice say to you?”

“You are skeptical?”

I shook my head. “No, far from it.”

“You tread dangerous ground,” Elias said. “You speak of the nature of the Voice herself. This is not something I would speak of with an Outsider — only with a select few within the Community itself.”

“But it is a she.”

I wanted to be sure of at least that much.

Elias nodded. “We always call her ‘she’. But she cannot be known, except by those who know the Voice of the Community.”

“So, the way to her is through you.”

Elias nodded. “She and I are the same. If you know me, you know her. You could say…I am her son.”

Askala had a child, apparently. Either that or this guy was completely out of his mind. Or both. His pronouncement left me speechless. I didn’t know how to safely respond. Instead, I let Elias talk.

“Those who follow me became marked with the Voice’s holy purpose. Again, it is easier for women — indeed, no man has ever been able to free himself from his own darkness. I have come to guess, over the years, that the Voice only allows one man to shepherd her flock. I cannot say why. Whatever the reason, over many months the Community battled in this Bunker. It was bloody. Three separate groups controlled different sections, but in the end, the Community was victorious. We held the fusion reactor and most of the food supply, so it was only a matter of time. And we were empowered with holy fervor that drove the rest to annihilation. And since the Realization, we have learned and grown together, preparing our minds and hearts for the Ascension.”

“For when you leave the Bunker.”

“Yes,” Elias said. “I have seen visions of the new world. In my dreams, I have seen a colossal flying beast, upon which flies a man.”

I tried not to show my surprise at what Elias had just said, but it was hard. He seemed to sense my reaction.

“This man is our savior. And our destruction. He will destroy the world, and chaos will overrun us all. From the dust and ashes shall rise the New Humanity — a humanity free from darkness. They will dwell in peace with her.”

“Is that man you?”

Elias said nothing, neither confirming nor denying this.

“You ask advanced questions — questions even my own disciples do not ask. You have seen much of this world, that is clear. The Voice has yet to fully reveal her purpose, so I can only show you the truth I know. Truth is like a seed — if you plant and nurture her, she will grow and bear fruit for all to enjoy. It takes but one storm, one tempest, to sweep that seed away before it takes root. But once the truth takes firm root, she grows into a mighty tree that not even the strongest storm can topple.”

I didn’t understand why Elias was telling this parable. And I didn’t understand why he was so convinced that Askala was truth. She wanted to kill us all, to conquer the Earth. All she cared about was unlocking the Secrets of Creation, which would allow the Radaskim to control the universe — if even that was true. Earth was just one of thousands of stepping stones the Radaskim would take in their goal to conquer the universe.

But how to explain this to Elias? Any effort would be pointless. If Askala controlled him, as I thought, then there was no way he would believe me. He would think I was the crazy one.

I had to try, though. I had no other options.

“There are two of these Voices,” I said. “There is the one you follow, and there is another. They are eternally at war, these two. In fact, it is called the Eternal War, and it has been going on for millennia upon millennia.”

Elias nodded. “Yes. She has told me some of what you speak — but I am wary, Alex. You have knowledge that even I do not know.”

“What I’m trying to say is…” I paused, trying to make sure I wasn’t going too far. “She might not be the answer you seek. This Voice is only trying to conquer the world and couldn’t care less about us. It’s all about them.”

I felt my words were lost on Elias, and that came as little surprise. He only smiled, shaking his head.

“No. You have it wrong. Askala is saving the world. I, too, fought this truth. Things went much better — much better — once I accepted it.”

“She is saving the world by destroying it.”

“Yes!” Elias said. “Ragnarok was aptly named. In Norse mythology, Ragnarok was the day the gods had their reckoning, where the world was destroyed in fire and smoke. So it has come to pass on Earth. We had become arrogant, with our towers, our entertainment, our riches. It sickened those above. We were made low, but from the ashes will rise the New Humanity — one joined in purpose with the Voice from the Great Beyond.”

“That…is one way to look at it,” I said.

Elias nodded. “With Askala is her son, Chaos. The spread of his wings and his children’s will blot out the sky. He is less like a bird and more like a reptile, yet both of those things at one time. His scales are pink and glow in the sunlight like some unknown gem. He has a long neck and tail, and glowing white eyes.”

Elias looked at me, wondering at my response. I saw no harm in telling him about what he had dreamed — the only question I had was how he could even know about these things, unless he had seen them at some point.

“I have seen that one,” I said. “There are many like him, only smaller.”

“The End is near, then,” Elias said. “You have given me everything I need to know. The Ascension must begin immediately.”

I hoped Elias did not plan on starting any bloodshed. But when you were dealing with a madman, they played by their own rules and no amount of logic or reason could dissuade them from their aims. History was rife with examples of men killing others all because they believed themselves to be Chosen Ones.

“I will agree with you on one point,” I said. “The end is coming.”

Elias stared at me coolly. Finally, he held out a large hand. Regrettably, I had to take it. The hand was cold.

“I believe we have much to learn from each other,” Elias said.

Elias let go of my hand, and began walking away. He kept his head faced toward me.

“Come. I want you to meet the Community.”

Chapter 13

Elias led me from the chamber we had been standing in into a dark tunnel. I paused at the threshold as Elias walked on. He did not turn back; he merely walked deeper into the tunnel, illuminated only by pale bulbs casting everything with a sickly yellow light. About fifty feet distant, Elias half-turned, a shadow within shadows. I noticed, then, decade-old dried blood caked onto both sides of the walls. It was as if that blood had been painted. Tell-tales splatters hinted at some sort of struggle, long ago. A struggle the Community had not cared to clean up after.

There was little else to do but step forward, following after Elias. At my approach, he turned and continued to walk.

I tried to ignore the blood, which had likely come from the “Realization” Elias had spoken of fifteen years ago. Why they’d decided to leave it there, I had no idea. I decided not to ask about it, instead walking quickly down the tunnel until I caught up with Elias. We walked shoulder-to-shoulder for a few moments before he broke the silence.

“We number thirty-eight right now,” he said. “Including children.”

“Children?”

“You shall see.”

The thought that this man had children was horrifying in and of itself.

We had come to the end of the tunnel, which opened up into a large chamber. It was another recreation room, only larger, filled with about fifteen women. Three sat on a couch in the center of the room — two took up another couch, while the rest stood, all facing the door, as if they had been waiting for Elias. Or, perhaps, me.

I scanned the faces, but I saw that Elias had told the truth: there were no men, not even among the children.

I had no idea what to do in that moment. I only stood there next to Elias, unmoving.

“This is the Community,” he said. “The Chosen of the New World. When the time comes we will leave the darkness behind and strike into the light. The world will be remade once more into a land of green and warmth. The cold and gray shall pass away; a new era shall dawn — the rebirth of humanity begins here.”

All of the women stared at with vacuous eyes. Except for one.

She stood in a far corner by herself. Her blue eyes burned with extreme hatred, even as the others look flat and lifeless. It was an anger she didn’t bother to mask — the kind of hatred that could only be nursed by years of pain and resentment. She was perhaps twenty-five years old and had long, unkempt brown hair.

Elias, however, did not heed the woman with the burning blue eyes.

“How much longer?” one of the women asked confidently. She was tall, with blonde hair, and was perhaps thirty-five years old. She sat on the couch between two other women. I instantly pegged her as a leader. “Are these the Outsiders you prophesied about?”

Elias said nothing for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Yes, my dear Lyn — the Outsiders have come. The End draws near.”

Instantly, the room broke into excited — and perhaps frightened — whispers. The woman who had been staring angrily at Elias now looked shocked. Her eyes fell to the floor. I had no idea why she grabbed my attention so much. Maybe I was looking for anyone who could come over to my side. I needed any ally I could get. I had no weapon to defend myself with — nothing but my bare hands. Running was my only option, but how far would I get? Bunker 84 was the home of everyone here, and I wasn’t familiar with it. I would be running blind.

I was outnumbered. All I had were the words in my mouth. Any challenge to Elias’s authority would probably lead to my getting killed. But his talking about prophecy and dreams — these sounded like abilities that could be imparted by the xenovirus. After all, I had dreamed things about the Wanderer because of the Elekai virus inside of me.

And with Elias’s apparent connection with Askala — was it possible that he was my counterpart?

I decided to find out once and for all.

“Elias — have you ever been in a Blight before?”

Elias frowned, and appeared puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“A Blight,” I said. “Maybe you have never heard them called that name before, but they are outside. They are areas of land that have been taken over by xenofungus. Sometimes, the virus that creates this fungus can infect people and morph them into something else entirely. Sometimes its violent, but other times, the virus can make someone possess abilities they didn’t have before. Like communicating with the Voice.”

As the women watched, Elias frowned in thought. After a while, he turned, motioning me forward.

“We can speak of this in my office.”

It was the last place I wanted to go, but at least I had touched on something. If Elias had been in a Blight, it could explain why he had the ability to prophesy. Askala could have infected him with the virus, directly or indirectly. It would explain why he believed such crazy things — not that people had to be infected with the xenovirus to believe crazy things. But it would explain how he knew about Askala. If all that were true, it didn’t bode well for my future. As long as I could keep Elias talking, though, I might be able to buy enough time to find a solution.

Again, I looked at the woman who was alone in the corner. I was sure of it now, by her eyes. The eyes of the others were dull, hollow. Hers…

…still had a soul.

I wondered: could all of these women also be infected with the xenovirus? Howlers were easy to spot by their completely white eyes, but these people seemed to be something in between.

I felt the woman was trying to say something. I wanted to know what, but that would have to come later.

If there was a later.

* * *

Connected to the commons was a door leading to a small office. Elias walked inside, flipping on the lights. I followed him inside, sick to my stomach. A pale bulb hung over a cluttered, dusty desk. The walls were covered with grime. The sickly smell of sweat hung in the stuffy air.

Elias turned, regarding me as he sat in a simple wooden chair. The computer that had been in this office was long gone. Wires spilled from a hole in the wall like a mass of tentacles. The copper of the wiring glinted in the light.

I turned my attention back to Elias, who weighed me with intense brown eyes. He steepled his fingers. He wore a coy smile, revealing several yellowed teeth.

“Are you afraid, Alex? Do not lie to me; I can tell.”

The door to the room was still open, allowing me to hear the women whispering.

“No.”

“Yes, you are. I can see it in your eyes.”

Elias’s voice was silken, yet deadly.

“I have no idea what will happen,” I said. “But I’m not afraid.”

Elias waited for me to continue. When I didn’t, he gestured. “Go on.”

“I am afraid of what might happen to my friends.”

“You do not want to fail them. Do you?”

I said nothing. I felt as if this were already over. Elias held all of the cards and none of us were leaving this place. We were all dead. It was the not knowing how we were to die that was the most horrible part.

“Why did you kill all of the men?” I asked.

“We men, Alex — we are darkness.” Elias shuddered upon saying this. “Men do not obey the call of the Voice, so it is men that must be killed. Only I answered the call — along with the women you see here today. Some were just children when the Uprising started. And not even all women obey the call. I cannot say why this is — perhaps some genetic difference between the sexes is the root cause. Maybe the Voice herself does not like men.”

“Why would the Voice choose you?”

Elias shook his head. “I cannot answer that. Perhaps she saw a means to use me, to further her ends — to hasten the Ascension. I cannot dare to know her purpose outside what she reveals to me. All I have to go on is the Prophecy of the Five, which ushers in the Ascent.”

Elias’s mentioning of the prophecy reminded me that Elias had only captured five of us. I only wondered who escaped his net — and what they were doing to rescue the rest of us.

“When does the Voice speak to you?” I asked.

“At night, when I dream. It’s not even that I understand the words. I never do. I only understand — the intent. It first happened when I was sixteen, the night after my first recon.”

“It came as a result of going outside,” I said.

“Yes,” Elias said. “We left by the bottom entrance at the base of the mountain. You cannot go out that way anymore; it was collapsed during the Realization. Nonetheless, my team and I were visiting neighbor Bunker 83, about fifty miles to the east. They needed extra men for a mission they were going to undertake. A mission to Ragnarok Crater itself.”

I started. “Wait. You went to Ragnarok Crater?”

Perhaps he was infected with…something. This would have been fifteen years ago — Bunker 84 fell in 2045. Only I didn’t know if the xenovirus would have been evolved enough by 2045 to infect Elias and make him a pawn of Askala. I guessed it was possible. Bunker One fell in 2048, three years after that, to a swarm of mutated animals and crawlers. Maybe the xenovirus was starting to become more advanced by 2045, at least in the immediate area surrounding the Crater. It had taken it a while to spread to the Mojave.

“Did anything strange happen while you were at the Crater?” I asked.

“It was a sight,” Elias said. “I don’t think the Bunker authorities planned on me going. But I sort of got caught up in it.” He smiled. “I still remember the airplane ride there, watching the clouds sail by as we got there in mere hours. We landed vertically near the rim, and the scientists we were guarding took samples. We returned not thirty minutes later.”

“Nothing happened besides that?”

Elias shrugged. “Not that I could see. But…I just remember it being so beautiful, Alex. So majestic. An entire field of fungus, red and pink and every color imaginable. I’d never seen anything like it, a boy who had grown in a cold gray world of metal. It was as if the very ground were afire. I felt something awaken in me at just the sight. I wanted to go down into the Crater itself, but I was forced back onto the plane. I remember feeling an emptiness, leaving that place behind. A sadness I could not explain.”

I grew quiet at Elias’s story. A lot of what he’d said reminded me of my own vision given by the Wanderer, when the sleeping spores were released by the Xenolith. There, everything had made sense, and I felt a sense of connection with the Elekai. Maybe the same thing had happened for Elias only with the Radaskim. I thought of how easily our positions could have been reversed. Elias was just a tool of Askala — could he fight against her will even if wanted to? Could I fight against the Wanderer, even if I wanted to? I had agreed to help fight Askala. The Wanderer had given me that choice, at least.

Something told me that Elias hadn’t had that choice. It was in the nature of the Radaskim to conquer. To control.

“I began having the dreams the night I returned,” Elias said. “Dreams about the Crater. Dreams about a Voice, speaking to me…”

Elias paused. I waited for him to continue. But he didn’t. It was as if something…stopped him from going on.

“I will say this much,” Elias said. “The Voice is the reason for all of this. The Community. The Realization. And it will be the reason for the Ascension.”

“So the Voice is trying to use you to take over the world?”

Elias shrugged. “I do not pretend to know her will. No mortal can. But yes — she has chosen the Community for this purpose. The reason why is a mystery. We of the Community also go by the name of ‘the Chosen,’ but informally we are the Community. We are the Chosen of the Voice, and we do her bidding. The fact that the five of you are here confirms that the prophecy she gave me is true.”

I remembered Elias saying that he had received this prophecy two days ago — about the same time Ashton had tried transmitting to Bunker 84.

“You would have heard our transmissions,” I said. “You didn’t prophesy anything.”

Elias shook his head. “I know there is nothing I can say to prove it to you. Askala spoke to me in a dream and let me know of your arrival. How do you think we knew to come up to meet you?”

“And by meet you mean attack?”

“I must safeguard the Community. None of you have been harmed, but I take safety very seriously.”

For some reason, I believed Elias. Maybe he hadn’t heard any radio transmissions, and Askala had known we were coming. The question was how. Then, I realized.

“The dragon.”

Elias looked at me questioningly.

“We were attacked by a dragon. The dragon could have let Ask…” I stopped myself, remembering not to say her name. “The dragon could have let the Voice know that we were coming.”

“Yes, it very well could have,” Elias admitted. “Indeed, the dragon, Chaos, was part of my vision, and that attack did happen two days ago. Whatever the case, I am right, in that the Ascension will begin soon.”

“You can do your Ascension without us,” I said. “I want me and my friends to be released.”

Elias regarded me with cold eyes for a moment before answering. “Let me tell you something, Alex. I’m not going to kill you. I’m not going to kill any of you. I believe you’ve come here for a purpose. And nothing shall be done until the Voice commands it. I sense that she has some purpose for you — something beyond what even I can speak or know.”

Elias’s eyes gleamed, filled with some sort of maniacal passion. He believed fully in what he was doing. It was not an act. I wasn’t sure whether Elias was merely a madman or if he was truly an agent of Askala.

“Let me ask you another question, Alex,” Elias said. “Have you been inside a Blight?”

I nodded, after a moment. “Yes.”

“And what did you find inside that Blight? Darkness? Light? Can you, who haven’t been marked, know the difference between the two?”

“Of course I know the difference.”

“And how do you know that what you have found is good? A feeling? Feelings are nothing more than chemicals in the brain. You must be marked by the truth, or you do not know the difference between good and evil.”

“Did the Voice tell you that as well?”

Elias nodded. “The Voice is truth. I am the mouth of the Voice. Therefore, whatever I speak is true.”

“And men cannot be marked by the Voice.”

“I tried to save them. But they only went insane. There can only be one Prophet. Nevertheless, they had to be killed so that they couldn’t pose a danger to the others.”

“What about me, then?”

“I have already said. I have no intent of killing you. I…sense something within you that I hadn’t in the others. Not that you are marked but…something similar. Something…dangerous. Yet it is not darkness. At least, not any darkness that I know.”

I had no idea what Elias was talking about. The only thing I did know was that he had mentioned my friends.

“You’ve spoken with them?”

Elias did not answer that, and I realized he had not meant to say so much. I focused on what Elias had been referring to. I was infected with my own version of the xenovirus — the Elekai version. Elekai. Radaskim. Could it be that two pieces of the Xenominds’ cosmic chess game were staring each other in the eyes this very moment? Did Elias know that? What would happen when he, or Askala, realized this?

“If men are so bad, as you say, then why are you still alive?”

“I am Chosen,” Elias said. “I do not deny my evil. And evil, sometimes, is even useful. Any time something evil must be done, I do so that the women may remain pure.”

I said nothing. I was so creeped out about this that there was nothing I could say. Besides, how could I argue with madness?

“Will you let us go free?” I asked.

Elias paused, as if considering that. “Not until all is accomplished. The Community’s time to leave Bunker 84 is drawing near. But we cannot do anything until every part of the Ascension is enacted. In time, the darkness will be conquered. I will see to that.”

“How do you plan on leaving the Bunker? You said the entrance below was caved in.”

“How indeed,” Elias said, with a smile. “We have our ways, as you soon shall see.”

Suddenly, Elias stood. “Come. I have more to show you. Maybe you will begin to see that what I say isn’t madness.”

I had my doubts about that. All the same, Elias walked past me and there was nothing I could do but follow him out the door.

Chapter 14

We passed the women in the commons. Their whispers hushed as Elias strode toward an open doorway. Our path brought us next to the blue-eyed woman — the one who did not seem to be completely on board with Elias. Elias barely gave her a glance as he passed. I got the sense that this woman was low on the social hierarchy here. Now more than ever, I felt that she might be a potential ally. But I could not speak to her here — if ever.

I followed Elias out of the commons. We were now in a tunnel, walking onward toward a pool of light cast from a light bulb above. These light bulbs were spaced at even intervals along the tunnel, but the dimness was hard to get used to. I tried to follow Elias’s tracks since he obviously knew where he was going.

We entered a large, open space filled with row upon row of plants. It was the Hydroponics Lab. It was far larger than the one in Bunker 108. We stood above on a tier. The plants gave a greenish glow from the grow lights above. The space was so large that I couldn’t see the far corners. All of the lanes were empty.

“Everyone will be gathering soon for the Ascension Feast,” Elias said.

We continued to walk until Elias led me back into another tunnel. The layout of Bunker 84 was much different from any other Bunker I had been in. There were lots of tunnels, and any time there was a space, it was massive and bewildering.

The tunnel widened, forking with, on the right side, steps leading downward, while the tunnel continued on the left side. Elias led me down these steps. I wondered where we were going until we stood before a door at the bottom of the three flights we had taken. Painted in faded yellow letters across the double metal doors was the word “Hangar.”

“You guys have an airplane?”

Elias gave a crooked smile. “Soon, you will see how our vision will be enacted.”

He pressed the red button, and the door hissed open, revealing a cavernous space — in the middle of which stood a spaceship that was at least twice the size of Gilgamesh.

* * *

“Whoa.”

I had to restrain myself from running ahead. Elias calmly led me forward, pausing after a few steps.

“Go ahead,” he said. “You can go inside. It’s where we live.”

“Does it fly?” I asked.

“Of course,” Elias said. “Only we have never tested it. We reroute power from its fusion drive to power the Bunker. We use that power to pump water, which in turn provides fuel to create more power. Not to mention that the accommodations on Aeneas are far more hospitable than those of this Bunker.”

I was still walking forward, Elias’s voice echoing in the chamber. I then heard other voices — women from above returning to the ship. They had entered by a different direction. As more women filed into the hangar, talking and laughing, I turned back to Elias.

“Where are my friends being kept?”

“They are aboard Aeneas already. Secured, of course. You are the only one who got the grand tour.”

I had no idea why Elias was keeping us all alive, but I supposed I would find out as soon as I went aboard Aeneas. According to Ashton, there were only four spaceships constructed during the Dark Decade by the United States military. Obviously, he had been wrong. There were at least five, perhaps even more.

“Bunker 84 was designed to be independent of Bunker One,” Elias said. “It had complete autonomy. It was believed that if Bunker One made any important decision, they needed a check in case it was the wrong choice. Bunker 144 was also part of this process, though of course, 144 was one of the first to go offline.” Elias chuckled. “I don’t know what they were thinking, constructing a Bunker in the Arctic.”

“Three Bunkers making sure each one didn’t get too strong — sounds like checks and balances.”

Elias raised an eyebrow. “I am surprised you know about that.”

I didn’t bother to tell Elias about how we learned about the Old World government in my time at Bunker 108. As we continued to look at the Aeneas, it powered on. The lights from its dozen or so ports glowed and filled the hangar with an iridescent glow. The craft was long and angular. It clearly had more than one deck — perhaps as many as three. It appeared to have the same amount of thrusters as Gilgamesh, only they were larger.

I stared upward to see a large exit tunnel rising ever upward.

“So this ship has stayed docked here ever since Dark Day?”

Elias nodded. “We haven’t flown it, not even as a test.” He gave a crooked smile. “We have had no need to. That is — until now. The Voice was clear about the prophecy — as soon as you all came, it was time to being the Ascension.”

“Do you even know how to fly it?”

Elias nodded. “Lyn and I both do. What we know is by the book, but I am confident that I know what I’m doing.”

Before I could protest that, Elias strode forward. I followed after him.

* * *

We entered the Aeneas by way of the boarding ramp. It was longer and wider than the ones Odin and Gilgamesh had. I wondered what Ashton’s reaction had been to this massive ship.

We stood before the blast door. I noticed an indentation around its edges where it could connect with an airlock.

The door slid open, revealing Lyn, the woman who had spoken to Elias earlier.

“Is everything ready?” Elias asked.

“Everything,” Lyn said. “The feast is near ready, and all will be gathered to hear your proclamation.”

“Good,” Elias said. “Prepare the rest of the Five and keep them under guard.”

Lyn nodded, glancing at me askance before turning on her heels and retreating into the light of the ship.

“She is skeptical of you,” Elias said. “But you cannot be anyone other than who I foretold about just yesterday.” He sighed. “I think Lyn just expected the Voice to give us more time to prepare. But the time is now, because it has been commanded.”

He stepped into the ship and I crossed the threshold after him. The door shut behind, the lock clicking into place.

We had entered a wide atrium. If this were Gilgamesh, we would be standing in the wardroom. But this space appeared to be far larger than that. One corridor led aft to our left, and another ran aft in the far corner of this main “anteroom.” Between the two corridors was a staircase that led to a second deck. To the right of that staircase, a flight of steps led downward, probably to a large cargo bay. Toward my right, a large central corridor led forward — probably to the bridge.

In the center of this anteroom, two long metal tables had been set up, around each crowded twenty or so chairs, for a total of forty. It looked as if there was space for the entire Community and its guests. The ship’s interior was white and kept clean — much cleaner than the rest of the Bunker. I guessed since this was their main home, the Community kept it well maintained. It probably had enough bunks for all of the Community members.

Several women and children already sat at the far table. The women wore dresses made from whatever scraps of fabric they had managed to scrounge in the Bunker — this usually meant sheets or old clothing. I wondered why they did not wear the vestments typical of Bunker dwellers — hardy pants, usually of camo, and wear-resistant shirts. I guessed, after fifteen years, even Bunker clothes would get worn down.

“Where are my friends?” I asked.

At the sound of my voice, the women turned and looked at me suspiciously.

“They are being kept aft,” Elias said. “They will be brought out when dinner is served. Then, I will reveal the details of the Ascension.”

When Elias had first mentioned the Ascension, I thought the word had been metaphorical. Now, in the context of the spaceship, it felt more literal.

“You’re going to fly this damn thing, aren’t you?”

Elias smiled as more women and children filled the anteroom, coming in from behind and from the stairs that led down from the second deck. As they took up their seats, the anteroom was filled with their chatter — though it felt a bit subdued. I guessed everyone was nervous at having new people inside — people they were taught to recognize as containing “darkness.” I found this fear ironic, considering I was completely outnumbered and would likely be killed if I went against the grain in any way. If these women had been taught that men were evil for their entire lives, then it made sense that they were suspicious of me. I searched for the brown-haired woman with blue eyes I had seen earlier, but she wasn’t present at the moment.

“Does everyone eat here during mealtime?” I asked.

Elias nodded. “We are the Community, from highest to lowest. It does not matter who you are. In the Community, we always eat together.”

At that moment, trays of food were brought from the kitchen, carried by several women and some of the older children. There were fruits — watermelon, apples, bananas, even raspberries and dates. There were also vegetables, like carrots, asparagus, broccoli — nothing was cooked. Bowls of intricate salads were also brought out, along with several varieties of nuts.

The fruits and vegetables looked as fresh as could be. Still, despite the fact that I hadn’t eaten in a while, I had zero appetite. I had yet to see Anna and the others and there was no guarantee that they had been kept safe.

It was at that moment that the others were led into the anteroom from aft. Their hands were bound as mine had been. Anna’s eyes met mine. I felt my throat clench, knowing that she was in danger and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. All this, after all, had happened under my watch. I should have listened to Makara and gotten everyone out while I could have. Now that opportunity had passed.

At last, all of the Community women and children seated themselves. I kept my eyes on Anna, and she kept hers on mine. I realized she was trying to signal something. I had no idea what that was, though, and I tried not to let my frustration show.

My eyes finally found Michael, Julian, and Ashton, who stood to Anna’s side. Grudge was missing. He was the one who had escaped, then.

Behind them stood several women with guns holstered on their sides. If it weren’t for those guns, we could probably easily take these people in a fight.

“Please, sit,” Elias said, with a wide smile.

Anna and the others were pushed toward the table. Five empty chairs had been set up.

With Grudge missing, I realized what Anna was trying to communicate: not only was Grudge alive, but he was working to get us out of here.

I felt my heart rush at the thought even as I struggled to keep my face placid. Suddenly, I felt bad for the way I had treated him. Would he hold that against us, leave us to our doom aboard this ship? My gut feeling was no. If he did that, there was no hope that he himself could escape. He had to do what he could to help, regardless of his personal feelings on the matter.

He had snuck aboard a ship once. Maybe he had done it again.

I moved to an empty space next to Anna and sat. Everyone was now seated with the exception of Elias. He raised his arms as if in an invocation before seating himself.

Everyone began eating. I noticed that no one filled their own plates. They filled each other’s. It was very strange, and I figured it was part of their beliefs. Someone stepped behind me, grabbing both of my hands. I jumped out of my chair, causing everyone to face me.

It was the woman with blue eyes. She looked at me.

“Your bonds have already been removed,” she said.

Something told me that she already knew that — she was just trying to get my attention for some reason. The woman moved on to Anna before I could answer or ask her anything. I looked at Elias, who stared at me with his dark eyes, willing me to eat. Behind, the women with guns still stood guard in case we tried anything.

I reached for an apple. Without taking my eyes off Elias I bit into it.

Elias turned toward his wife, Lyn, who was whispering something to him. All around us, the women and children ate. It wasn’t quiet, but it also wasn’t loud — people mostly spoke in hushed tones. I had a feeling that it might have been louder except for the fact that everyone knew something big was about to happen. It wasn’t just our presence. Elias was going to make an announcement. The prophecy he’d made had come true — Outsiders had come into the Bunker, which would usher the start of the Ascension.

Maybe this was a feast of epic proportions. Maybe that was part of the reason we had been kept under lock and key for a while. They had to prepare everything for the Ascension. They had to pack their things, set up this feast, and prepare their minds to leave this place, and they couldn’t have us messing that up.

And there was still the question of Grudge. I looked at Anna to my side, this question unasked. Anna said nothing, though I had no doubt that she understood.

Had Grudge been overlooked when the Community captured us? It had been so dark up there near the park. It was hard to imagine anyone getting themselves out of the ambush the Community set up, but if there was anyone who could do it, it would probably be Grudge. The question now was what he would do with that freedom. He had survived Odin’s crash, had survived the cold, and now, had escaped being captured.

And now this man who had stowed away on our ship, whom we had saved, was our only chance of getting saved.

I reached for a bowl of salad, filled with lettuce, tomato, radishes, and sliced red onion. The eating was purely a mechanical act; a necessity. If there was a chance that we could survive all of this, then I needed all of the strength I could get.

For all of Elias’s hinting that he had important information to reveal to us, he had so far remained quiet, speaking to Lyn, mostly. I watched this tall woman with the blonde hair. I thought that she was beautiful, in a regal way — this was only diminished by the lack of human warmth in her eyes. Elias seemed to even defer to her, in some sense.

There were about ten children, total — probably way too many for Elias to have had them all with Lyn. The thought bothered me, so I pushed it out of my mind. All I knew was, this Community was very different from anything I had ever seen and it freaked me out. Among the women, Lyn clearly held the top spot. It seemed that whoever sat the farthest away from Elias held the lowest spot. The youngest women sat farthest away — the older ones sat closer. Maybe it was based on age.

My gaze shifted to Michael, Julian, and Ashton, who all sat side-by-side along the table’s long side. They ate, their eyes roving the interior of the ship for any weakness or chance for escape. There was little of that because behind each of our chairs stood a woman with a gun. All of us had been stripped of our weapons, and I could only wonder where they were being kept. I checked the holsters of each of these women, but my Beretta was not among them.

“How long have you all been in here?” I asked Anna.

She swallowed a mouthful of salad. “A few hours. The others, longer. Ashton was the first to arrive. Then Michael. Then Julian. I followed soon after.”

“Have you learned anything?”

Anna shook her head. “The same woman led us each here, one at a time.” She turned her head toward me. “What about you?”

“I got the grand tour,” I said. “I think he might be…possessed by the xenovirus.”

Anna raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“He says he hears the Voice when he sleeps,” I said. “Askala.”

Anna’s face blanched, but I didn’t have the chance to say anything more. Elias rose, and instantly, all eyes in the room turned on him.

“As you can see, the Outsiders have come. It is time for the Ascension.”

As Elias spoke, all voices stilled.

“As I foretold, five Outsiders would come into Bunker 84, ushering the beginning of the Ascension. On that day we would feast and Aeneas would fly out of the Earth.”

Elias paused, collecting his thoughts. He closed his eyes.

“There shall be Five,” he intoned. “The pilot. The scientist. The soldier. The slave.” Elias opened his eyes, and stared directly at me. “And the one who is marked of darkness.”

I tried hard not to react. He didn’t know which of us was which — at least, not yet. And we sure as hell weren’t going to tell him. His entire prophecy was shot to the ground because there were, in fact, six of us, including Grudge.

“Where are you planning on flying Aeneas?” Ashton asked.

“There is so much to do,” Elias said. “But I suppose we can begin by making our attack on Los Angeles.”

I stood up in my seat. Immediately, two pairs of hands latched onto me from behind. They forced me down into my chair.

“Los Angeles?” I asked. “You are attacking Los Angeles?”

Elias shrugged. “Of course. I never did tell you what Bunker 84 was built to house, did I?”

Elias’s smile widened as I felt my heart pound. Anna grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back in my seat.

“Stay cool,” she said. “We don’t know enough yet to be going crazy.”

Unlike these people, I wanted to add, but I said nothing.

“There was a reason why Bunker 84 was kept more secure than most other Bunkers,” Elias said. “Including, to an extent, Bunker One. It’s because Bunker 84 was the site chosen for the storage of nuclear weapons.”

I tried not to let my shock show, but it was hard. I had definitely not been expecting that. A madman, with access to nukes. Then, another connection clicked in my head. If Elias was truly controlled by Askala, then I could see why she would have wanted him. If she controlled this Bunker, then she could control nukes. Could she even think that far ahead? Even to an advanced alien race, nukes would present a great deal of power. And if she could wipe out most of humanity using Elias in the process, all the better.

“You have nukes here?” Michael asked.

Elias continued to smile, clearly pleased. “Oh, yes. We have some of the most powerful toys the U.S. Government ever created.” Elias shrugged. “Some two hundred of them, in fact.”

Two hundred nuclear weapons. Of all of the things the United States decided to save during the Dark Decade, why had they decided to save those?

Los Angeles. Nuclear weapons. And the five of us, held prisoner, were the only ones who had a chance to stop it.

“You can’t do this,” I said. “There are thousands of people living in Los Angeles. If you take out Los Angeles…”

We were going to lose the vast majority of people still alive in the Wasteland. Sure, Carin Black would probably die in the attack. At the same time, however, so would everyone else. With two hundred nukes, Elias could do a lot of damage.

But one question remained unanswered — why had he kept us alive to bear witness? And why was he deciding to go now? Clearly, he still needed us for something, and he believed in his prophecy about the Five. If all of this Askala stuff was true, then she wanted us alive for something.

For what?

“Humanity is polluted with darkness,” Elias said. “We must cleanse the world of its filth. We will begin with Los Angeles, but we won’t stop there. There is the rest of the world, too — and with the Aeneas, we can make sure most of the cancer is obliterated.”

“No!” Anna shouted, standing.

The woman guarding Anna knocked her in the head with the butt of her gun, causing Anna’s head to drop to the table. With a roar, I stood and began to wrestle the gun from her.

“Stop!” Elias shouted.

Several more women grasped my arms, forcing me back to my seat. Though Anna was knocked out cold, there was no bleeding.

She stirred, opening one eye. I put my hand on her face.

“Anna…you there?”

Slowly, she lifted her head from the table. “Yeah…I think so.”

Elias smiled, and looked like he was ready to speak again.

Except that was when all of the lights went out.

Chapter 15

Everything was cloaked with darkness. Elias cursed above the din and began to shout orders.

“Secure the ship! Don’t let them escape!”

Several pairs of hands grasped me in the dark. Judging by the cries alongside me, Anna and the others were also being restrained. It was hard to tell anything that was going on.

I twisted myself, breaking free of the hands gripping me, scattering dishes and food in the process. I turned to face my attackers, grabbing a nearby metal plate. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. I stepped forward, swinging my plate. It whistled through the empty air.

Another pair of hands latched onto me from the side. Amid the screams filling the anteroom, I felt cold metal at my throat.

A blade.

At that moment, my assailant screamed, high and shrill. Her grip loosened as I felt her slide to the floor. I hopped away, and the blade the woman had held clattered to the deck.

“Got your back.”

“Anna!”

Then she was in front of me, scooping up the blade from the deck. There was just light enough to make out her form. From all around came sounds of panic. It wouldn’t be long until we were attacked again.

“Come on,” Anna said, pressing the hilt of the knife into my hand. “Michael and the others went aft.”

As I gripped the knife, she pulled me forward, out of the anteroom and into one of the corridors leading aft. The shouts and screams in the anteroom dimmed when we broke into a jog.

“Where are we going?”

Anna didn’t answer. She slowed to a walk in the light from the end of the corridor. The silhouettes of two men blocked the doorway.

At Anna’s approach, two guns were raised and pointed in our direction.

“Michael, it’s us,” Anna said.

I had no idea what the hell was going on. It was as if this whole thing were planned.

“That him?”

It was Grudge. I’d never been happier to hear his voice in my life.

“Get in here,” Julian said. “We have control of the fusion drive.”

The fusion drive. That was how they were able to cut off power. I hadn’t given Grudge enough credit. The fact that he had risked his life to help us after my lack of faith was humbling.

Anna and I entered the power room, which was bathed in a pale blue light. The room itself was rather small — the six of us crowded inside had filled it to almost overflowing. Pipes and machinery covered every surface, most of which fed into the large spherical tank set into the room’s very back. This was the fusion drive. It was about fifteen feet high, if I had to guess, and about as wide, made completely of metal. A touchscreen glowed blue in front of it. Ashton fiddled with the computer.

“Wait for it…” he said.

“Try to hurry it up,” Grudge said. “We don’t have long.”

Grudge turned to me, plucking a handgun from his side. With a flourish, he spun it around his finger and handed it to me.

“Believe this is yours.”

I took my Beretta as Grudge unclipped the holster and handed it to me as well.

“How did you…”

“There’s no time to explain,” Grudge said. “Suffice it to say…those buggers didn’t catch me. I was able to tail them as they took you to the bottom of the Bunker.”

The fusion drive continued to hum. Grudge went quiet momentarily as shouting came from the corridor amidships.

“I followed them all the way down to the cells they kept you in. They brought Aston out first.” He shrugged. “So I followed until I got to this ship. I waited until they left, then ran on board, hiding in an empty cabin. It took a while, but I found Ashton behind a locked door. Had to call out to be sure. Thankfully, no one was around, so we made this crazy plan. We knew they were bringing the rest of you here because of something Ashton overheard. He taught me how to power down the ship. I waited until they brought everyone else on board, then…lights out.”

I just stared at Grudge in shock. He gave a lopsided grin.

“Told you I’d be useful.”

“Alright, so what’s the plan now?” I asked.

“Take over this ship,” Ashton said, matter-of-factly. “And neutralize any Community members that put up a fight.”

“But first, we have to rescue my katana,” Anna said.

“Rescue?” I asked.

“It’s in the captain’s quarters,” Julian said. “You, Michael, and Grudge are the only ones with weapons.”

“I saw them take it there,” Grudge said. “These women might have a lot in the way of crazy, but not a lot in the way of firepower. Only a few of them have weapons, so we need to strike now while we have the chance.”

Ashton at last succeeded at powering down the computer.

“Locked down,” he said. “And only I have the password. This ship isn’t going anywhere unless I say so.” He looked at each of us pointedly. “The password is ‘bubbles,’ should something happen to me out there.”

“You’re not dying out there, Bubbles,” Anna said.

Julian snickered.

“Look, this is not a time for jokes,” Michael said. “We need to get a move on.”

I nodded. “Right. Michael and I can take point, Grudge can watch our backs. Be careful out there. We’re trying to be quiet. No shooting or killing unless absolutely necessary. Let them attack us first. This might be a big ship, but we’re sure to run into someone out there. Elias is probably on the bridge — maybe we should start there.”

Everyone nodded. I had no idea if what I was saying was right or not, but I guessed we would soon find out.

“Let’s go,” I said.

* * *

We exited the power room and entered the dark corridor. For now there was no sound. Elias had probably pulled everyone back to fortify the bridge.

If that was the case, it was going to be a hard fight.

Our footsteps echoed coldly on the deck. I could hardly see, but Michael strode forward boldly. He suddenly turned left. It took my eyes a moment to find a flight of stairs leading up.

I followed after him. The entire group’s footsteps clanged on the metal stairs more loudly than I’d expected. It was dead silent otherwise on the ship, almost as if it were abandoned.

As Michael crested the last step, a shadow charged from the side, tackling him. With a guttural yell, Michael threw the crazed woman off of him just as another struck him from the front

I ran forward, not daring to shoot in the darkness. I tackled the shadow that was gripping Michael. Quickly, I brought down the butt of my gun on the woman’s head. I felt a huge thump and the body crumpled beneath me. The other woman hissed, but I heard the sickening sound of Anna’s knife slicing through her neck. A few gurgles sounded in the corridor.

Anna rushed to finish off the woman I had downed with a swipe of her knife. It had all happened in about ten seconds. My heart rushed as I primed myself to face more attackers. But no one else came. The ship was silent once more.

“Let’s keep moving,” I said.

Michael turned to the left and began walking, which led forward. I had no idea how Michael knew which direction to go — or even if he knew which direction to go.

We passed an intersection where a corridor went off to the right at a ninety-degree angle. We had lost our flashlights — apparently, the Community had seen fit to keep those — so we were walking blind. I saw nothing down that corridor, but had to trust that Grudge was going to watch our backs as we advanced. We kept walking along the length of the ship, finally arriving at a corner.

“This is it,” Grudge whispered. “I saw him take the katana in here.”

Ahead was a metal door. Hopefully, Elias was somewhere else for the moment.

Michael tried the latch, finding it unlocked. The door swung slowly inward, revealing the darkness within. It was quiet and the room stank. I guessed nothing in it had been washed in a while. I tried not to gag as I walked inside, keeping my wits about me in case someone really was hiding in here.

“I have no idea where it is,” Grudge said. “I just saw him walk in here with it.”

Anna forged ahead. A moment later, I heard the sound of the blade being unsheathed from its scabbard.

“It was on the bed,” she said, her tone disgusted.

“Come on,” Ashton said. “Let’s take control of this ship.”

We turned and exited the room. Even if we did have more weapons and fighting experience than these women, I didn’t relish the thought of killing them. Even the two that had attacked us on the stairwell had been too much. It was just too much blood. And yet, I didn’t see another way out of here. This ship was the only way out of here — otherwise, we were stuck. The only other possibility was Makara and some of the Angels coming after us. Somehow, I had the feeling that by the time that happened, we would be long dead. No, we had to do this and we had to do it now. Even if that meant killing.

Too much depended on us staying alive.

We hesitated in front of the door, as if we all had the same thought.

“So,” Julian said. “Just charge the bridge and hope for the best?”

Ashton shook his head. “It will be a bloodbath. There has to be a better way of doing this.”

“Well, the ship is locked down, at least for the moment,” I said. “Maybe we can escape to the surface, try to raise Makara…”

“And leave a bloodthirsty cult with access to nuclear weapons behind?” Anna asked.

“Well, they can’t use the weapons if they can’t even get the ship online…”

Anna sighed. “Maybe they have a way of figuring it out a lot faster than we would think. We must keep this ship from leaving this Bunker if it’s the last thing we do.”

I knew Anna was right. Maybe there wouldn’t have to be bloodshed. Maybe the threat of it would be enough.

“If we can just kill Elias…” Julian said. “Maybe the rest will come crashing down.”

“He’s sure to be guarded by all of his followers,” I said. “They seem quite determined.”

“It’s the only way,” Grudge said with finality.

“We’d have to mow down dozens just to get to him on the bridge,” I said.

“Sounds good to me,” Anna said.

“Alex has a point,” Ashton said. “We can’t just kill all of these people.”

“Well, how else are we supposed to do this?” Grudge asked.

No one said anything. We had been silent only a moment when all the lights flashed back on. I ducked into the captain’s quarters, and everyone else followed after me.

“They have the damn ship online!” Ashton said.

The entire ship thrummed as the fusion drive came to life. The floor and walls gave a subtle vibration that signified the ship’s latent power.

Were they really going to try and…

Everyone cried out as the ship gave a sudden lift.

What?

“Damn it, they’re taking off!” Ashton said.

“They can’t fly this thing,” Anna said. “They’ll just crash it.”

Anna was right. Even if Elias said he knew how to fly the ship, he’d never actually flown it before. But that didn’t seem to be stopping him.

The ship rose ever higher. We were all still pressed to the deck.

There was no question, now. We had to get to that bridge before Elias could launch any nukes.

* * *

Aeneas rocketed upward at a lightning pace. A minute later, the pressure from the deck eased up, causing my stomach to sink. Aeneas had slowed to a midair hover.

Quickly, everyone stood, grabbing their weapons.

“What now?” Anna asked.

Footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the captain’s quarters. There were at least two people running this way.

“Wait for it…” I said.

Two women suddenly stood in front of the doorway — a girl, perhaps my age, with wide brown eyes and long brown hair, and the woman I had seen earlier — the blue-eyed one that I felt was against Elias.

“Don’t shoot,” she said. “We’re not with them.”

“Who are you, then?” Anna asked, not lowering her blade.

“I’m Deborah,” she said. “Leader of the Resistance.”

The Resistance? So not all of these women were under Elias’s spell.

“Where are the rest of you?” Anna asked.

Deborah shrugged. “It’s just me and Ada here.”

“What?” I asked. “There’s only two of you?”

“Hey, you want our help or not?”

“Yeah, of course we do,” I said. “It’s just you’d think there’d be more people against that nutcase.”

“Well, we got the ship taken off,” Deborah said. “That’s plus one for us.”

“You did this?”

Deborah smiled. “Sure thing, Twenty Questions. I had to do something before they were ready for it. But we don’t have time to yak.”

“But how…”

“Didn’t I say there was no time? We need to hustle. They know someone’s on this deck and the battle will be starting at any second.”

“Battle?” I asked. “What battle?”

“There’s another ship out there!” Ada said. “It’s coming this way.”

“It’s Makara,” I said. “It has to be.”

“Makara?” Deborah asked.

“Come on,” I said. “We need to get to the bridge.”

“They’ll kill you,” Deborah said.

“Not if I kill them first.”

I walked out of the Captain’s Quarters, past Deborah and Ada, and into the corridor.

“Guess that works, too,” Deborah said.

Chapter 16

I took to the stairs down to the main deck. As we entered the anteroom, there were about ten women gathered around a mess of scattered vegetables and plates. One of the tables and many of the chairs had been overturned. I pointed my Berretta ahead, watching for signs of sudden movement.

The women ducked behind the tables as the rest of us arrived downstairs.

“These have no weapons,” Deborah said. “It’s the ones on the bridge we have to worry about.”

The women continued crouching behind the tables, staring at us with wide eyes.

One of them turned toward the corridor leading to the bridge.

“They’re coming!”

With a curse, Deborah started forward once again. Having no other choice, we followed her past the women toward the main corridor that led to the bridge. Footsteps pounded from the corridor ahead — reinforcements were coming, alerted by the woman who had shouted.

Deborah raised her handgun and gave a few warning shots. This was followed by a few screams from ahead. I was sure Elias was regretting making Deborah one of his guards; it was the only way she could have had a gun.

Though Deborah was now on our side, it didn’t exactly tip the odds in our favor. We still had to take control of the bridge, and I didn’t see how that would happen without losing people along the way. All of the higher-ups and guards in the Community had weapons — anywhere from ten to twenty of the women, along with Elias.

I didn’t have time to make any sort of decision, however. A woman, with hands over her head, approached from around a corner where the corridor ended.

“Don’t shoot,” she said. “Elias requests your presence. Without bloodshed.”

“What for?” I asked.

“The other ship is threatening to attack,” the woman said. “He needs you to call it off.”

“Only if everyone gives up their weapons,” Anna said.

I wondered why Elias didn’t just shoot at the other ship. Then I realized that he had never piloted this ship before. Of course he would be leery of getting into any sort of battle. He hadn’t counted on being attacked the second he left Bunker 84. Makara would win this fight, hands down.

Only, Makara was threatening to attack without knowing we were on here. And to let her know that, we had to go to the bridge. But as soon as we went to the bridge, we would be surrounded by Elias and the Community.

There was no way to win.

“No,” I said. “I’d rather we all went down in flames.”

Anna brushed me aside. “If your leader agrees to not attack anyone, then yeah. We will help. Neither side can have weapons if this is to work.”

“How can we guarantee no one has weapons?” Ashton asked. “We can’t, and there isn’t time to devise a system we can all agree with. All we have is each other’s word.”

I didn’t trust this woman or Elias’s offer. I was beginning to think that charging the bridge was the best bet. I had no idea what Elias’s game plan was, but I knew we probably didn’t really fit into his scheme for the Ascension once it came into full fruition. Now might be our only chance to take the ship once and for all.

But was I willing to lose people along the way?

I looked from Michael, to Julian, to Grudge. Ashton and Anna both looked at me, awaiting a decision.

“There has to be another way,” I said.

“Unless you have a better idea, this is it,” Anna said. “Makara needs to know we’re on board before this place gets blown to smithereens.”

“So we let her know once we storm the bridge.”

“We’ll all be dead if we do that. I’m sure they have the place fortified.”

“Of course,” the woman from ahead said, “you must surrender all your weapons before you enter the bridge.”

“We need a guarantee,” I said. “If Lyn agrees to be held for ransom, we can go in and take care of the other ship.”

The other woman’s eyes widened, showing that this was not a possibility.

“Tell Elias that,” I said. “That’s the only way we’re coming in there.”

“That is unacceptable,” the woman said. “We can offer someone else…but not Lyn.”

“Lyn seems to be the only person who means something to Elias,” I said. “We want her or we’ll let your ship burn before your precious Ascension can work out.”

The woman scowled, but said nothing in reply. She still wasn’t budging.

I tried to think of other options. But I came up blank. If we had Lyn with Michael and perhaps Julian standing guard, I felt confident that Elias wouldn’t try anything once Makara was called off. There was the problem of what to do after that, however. I couldn’t think that far ahead. My idea was far from perfect.

Anna was right, though. At least one of us had to go to the bridge. And if that person went, we deserved to have someone in return.

“I see no other option,” I said, staring ahead.

“We’re not actually doing this, are you?” Grudge asked.

I had no idea what was right. There was no good option. I felt like we were screwed, no matter what we did.

The woman turned and fled back to the bridge, guessing my intent. It was time. We had to charge the bridge and take out the Community once and for all. My hostage idea would not work out, in the end. We had to leverage Makara attacking to our fullest advantage and strike now.

That was when I heard screams come from the bridge up ahead.

“She’s attacking,” I said.

We ran forward to the corner. I saw it wasn’t exactly a corner; it was just a hook in the corridor that made two ninety-degree turns — one right, then one left, a few feet later. When we poked around this corner, the corridor led straight to a wide opening, through which I could see the bridge, massive in comparison with Gilgamesh. A large screen displayed a map of the United States in topographic detail, and beyond that I could see gray, tumultuous sky through the ship’s wide windshields.

A massive shape that was not Gilgamesh shot past the windshield, causing more screams to fill the air.

“Makara sure is flying that thing fast,” Julian said.

“No, that’s not Makara,” I said.

I ran ahead. If the situation was as bad as I thought it was, then Elias stabbing us in the back was the least of our concerns.

It looked as if our xenodragon hadn’t gone away.

* * *

I sprinted to the bridge, the others in tow. Anna’s voice came from behind.

“Alex, be…”

I entered the bridge. There were about a dozen women, along with Elias, waiting. They cast us a momentary glance before fixing their attention once more on the window. Apparently, we were also the least of their worries for the moment.

Lyn stood next to Elias near the pilot’s seat, which was empty.

“What is it?” she asked.

“The harbinger of the End Times,” Elias said. “Chaos.”

Anna, without a word, made her way to the pilot’s chair, taking up the controls. Elias did not protest, and in fact stepped away in order to give Anna space. He watched without a word. He gazed at me, his dark eyes blazing. It was hard to read that expression. Was it fear? Anger? Desperation? It was as if he was trying tell me not to get any ideas about taking control, even if things were not going according his plan.

I went to stand next to Anna as Ashton took up the copilot’s seat. Everyone else formed a protective ring around the two of them.

I took stock of the situation. As the ship veered lightly left from Anna’s steering, I saw that quite a few of the women had guns in their hands. Seeing those guns in contrast to their worn dresses was a bit jarring. I tried not to focus on how hopelessly outgunned we were and instead scanned the gray skies ahead. For now, there was nothing.

“Picking up something from starboard aft,” Anna said, swinging the ship around.

Ashton was quiet, focused, awaiting Anna’s instructions. She swung the control stick further round. He bent to the radio.

“Gilgamesh, this is Ashton on Aeneas. Do you read me?”

Lyn’s hand twitched on her gun, but Elias stayed her hand. I kept my own hand on my Beretta.

“We need to coordinate strategy with Gilgamesh in order to bring this thing down,” Anna said. “I wonder if that dragon is…”

Makara’s voice came through the speaker.

“Ashton? What the hell you doing on that thing? What happened to Odin? We lost contact two days ago.”

“Odin is down. We’re aboard Aeneas now with a group of survivors from Bunker 84.”

Ashton didn’t want to reveal who these survivors truly were, since they were right here with us on the bridge. Fortunately, Makara already knew part of the situation.

“Yeah,” Makara said. “Survivors apparently holding you hostage.”

“Focus,” Anna said. “Where did this dragon go?”

Maybe a quarter mile ahead in the air I could see Gilgamesh facing us. Its thrusters pointed slightly to port, which caused the ship to veer to starboard.

“Damn, that ship is huge,” Makara said. “It’s been hiding in 84 this entire time?”

“Apparently,” Ashton said.

“Everyone else make it out alright? Michael? Julian?”

“Yeah,” Ashton. “Grudge is with us as well. Of course, Alex is also alright.”

“Good.”

“This isn’t the time for a reunion,” Elias growled. “Chaos is trying to communicate something.”

Anna shook her head. “If by communicate you mean sending us spiraling toward our fiery deaths, then yes. You would be right.”

“The Voice sent Chaos here for a reason.” Elias’s remained focused on the sky outside. “I must know what it is. Perhaps he means to lead us somewhere.”

Before anyone could respond, the massive dragon dropped from the clouds above. Screams sounded on the bridge as the wings unfurled and beat against the wind — wings maybe two hundred to two hundred fifty feet across. Elias was right; this was no ordinary dragon. It was none other than Chaos, the dragon that had been roosting in Raider Bluff when we had returned to the Wasteland from Nova Roma. It was completely black, probably five hundred feet long from head to tip of tail. Cruel spikes jutted all over its long, reptilian form, and its angular head opened to reveal a mouth filled with rows of jagged teeth. The Wanderer had said that Chaos followed Askala from world-to-world, taking on a different form in each. On Earth, at least, he was the largest of all the xenodragons, the juggernaut of the Radaskim.

And, despite what Elias said, I knew he was going to kill us.

The creature faced us, its white eyes glowing in the dim, late afternoon light. Two more dragons, smaller, dropped from the clouds. One headed for Gilgamesh, the other for us. Chaos gave a baleful roar that shook me to the bones, even through the windshield. The fact that we were inside didn’t seem to matter.

“Hold on!” Anna said.

Aeneas lurched to port and took on a burst of speed. I fell to the deck and began rolling toward the port side of the ship as the floor angled in that direction. Just as suddenly as she had turned it, Anna righted the ship, spinning it around to face the smaller dragon attacking us from behind.

Unfortunately, these creatures were far more agile than our massive ship. The smaller xenodragon dodged Anna’s move, disappearing from view.

“I’m just going to take shots at whatever I can,” Anna said. “Makara, try to keep them off me.”

“Copy that.”

In a flash of metal, Gilgamesh swooped in front of Aeneas, deadly close. Its twin turrets blazed below its hull. Outside, one of the flying monsters screamed. Anna eased the ship left, giving us sight of one of the dragons spiraling toward the mountains below. A moment later, it crashed into a snow-capped peak in a cloudy puff of white.

“One down,” Anna said.

At that moment, the second small dragon dove from above toward Gilgamesh. Makara was going to be blindsided.

“Makara, dive!”

“I’ve got this,” Ashton said.

As Gilgamesh pointed nose-down toward the Earth, Aeneas eased in from behind.

“Target locked,” Ashton said. “Fire.”

“Red button, right?” Anna said. “Sorry, still new to this.”

“Yes. The one on the control stick.”

Anna pressed it. The ship rocked as a missile streaked from its hull, splitting the air. The dragon turned its long neck toward the missile, realizing its doom. With a scream, the dragon turned away, flapping its wings madly to flee. But it was futile. The missile struck in a fiery ball of orange, blasting the dragon straight downward to the surface. One of the wings was ripped completely off. The dragon spun madly in circles, helicoptering toward the ground, leaving in its wake a trail of purple blood that misted into ice in the frigid air.

That was when an impact came from the back of the ship, causing Aeneas to lurch forward. Anna veered the control stick upward, angling toward the clouds above. The readout LCD revealed Chaos just behind, gaining on us with massive speed.

“He’s tailing us,” Anna said. “Damn, he’s fast!”

“Lose him in the clouds,” Makara said. “Gilgamesh still has a few missiles left.”

“How much longer, Makara?” Ashton asked.

“Just a minute! It’s hard to do all of this on my own.”

Chaos took on a sudden burst of speed, his jaws snapping toward Aeneas’s retrothrusters. Anna did a little dip to avoid the dragon’s attack, causing everyone standing on the bridge to topple to the deck once more. When the ship steadied, I decided to stay on the deck. It was probably safer than standing up.

“Alright, got him in my sights,” Makara said. “Here goes nothing.”

From outside, I heard the spew of one missile, then a second, hissing through the air. Chaos was still close. Anna made a sudden dive. The top of a peak came into view, not too far distant. We could not keep this dive up for long — maybe ten seconds before crashing. From behind, Julian and Michael both slid into me. I banged into the back of the pilot’s chair.

A colossal scream sounded from behind, followed by an explosion. Chaos had been hit.

Anna swooped us around as she evened out Aeneas. We had turned 180 degrees and were facing the direction Chaos has been chasing us from. A cloud of smoke filled the air where Chaos had been. I looked down, expecting Chaos to be falling to the mountains below. Instead, there was nothing but empty air.

“Makara, do you have visual of the dragon?” Ashton asked.

“Negative. It got real bright, but afterward, I saw nothing. Only one of the missiles hit. It must have flown up in the clouds…”

“It’s still alive?” I asked.

I didn’t see how it was possible. How could anything be alive after being hit like that?

Our question was soon answered as Chaos lowered from the clouds, flapping its massive wings. It let out an ungodly bellow as it dove, not for us, but for Makara. It folded its wings as it dropped with surprising speed.

“Makara!” Ashton said. “Run. Fly as fast as you can from here.”

“But…”

“Do as I say!” Ashton said. “There’s only one thing that’ll bring this bastard down once and for all.”

With a curse, Makara piloted Gilgamesh away from Chaos, just in time to dodge its crazy dive. Gilgamesh appeared to be faster than Aeneas, so maybe Makara could keep it busy while we took our turn. Chaos gave chase to Gilgamesh. We had a small window to attack before either Makara messed up or Chaos managed to catch her.

“What are you doing, Ashton?” I asked.

He stared at his screen, keying at it intently. We watched for a moment as Anna floated closer to the dragon, keeping the ship locked on it.

“Anna…” Ashton said. “Fire when ready.”

Anna paused only a moment before pressing the red button. A single gray missile streaked out of the ship just as Makara gained good speed. Still, Chaos was locked on Gilgamesh, not giving Makara a break for even a moment.

“Run,” Ashton said. “Faster, Makara!”

We had only been turning for a moment when the missile connected with a brightness that rivaled a thousand suns. Immediately, the windows tinted, but I still had to shield my eyes.

Then, I realized: we had launched a nuke at Chaos — and it had connected.

At last, the sound caught up with the light, and an unnatural roar unlike any I had ever heard blasted the ship. The entire hull vibrated, and Anna had trouble turning the lumbering spacecraft away. Finally, when it was angled enough away and the massive, orange mushroom cloud was no longer visible, Anna gave Aeneas all it had. The retrothrusters burned to full, blasting Aeneas toward the south with amazing speed. The LCD revealed the fiery cloud spreading ever outward.

I was still on the floor. I crawled to get up as soon as I was sure that this was over, that all the dragons that were attacking us were dead.

“Keep going,” Ashton said. “I want to make sure we are good and out of range.”

We continued. Nothing but static emanated from the radio. We had no idea if Makara had made it. She had been closer to the blast than we had. Still, she had been far enough to be safe.

Hadn’t she?

Chapter 17

Five minutes later the bridge was still silent. The explosion from behind still crackled and expanded outward, the hellish clouds covering the mountains. Of Makara and Gilgamesh there was no sign.

“She made it,” Ashton said. “I know she did.”

“Well, she’s not coming out of that thing,” Anna said. “Maybe…maybe it’s time we faced the facts.”

The radar was not working properly — something about the blast had knocked it out. I’d read something about electromagnetic pulses once, so maybe that had something to do with…

“Wait,” I said.

Everyone looked at me.

“If she was caught in the EMP that could have grounded her.”

“I’m sorry,” Julian asked. “EMP?”

“Electromagnetic pulse,” Ashton said. “And no, she would have been far enough away from the blast to not have been affected by it. Besides, military craft are built to withstand it, and it’s only at high altitude that the Earth’s magnetic field…”

“Is she alive or not?” Anna cut in.

“It could be turbulence,” Ashton said.

“Regardless of that,” Elias said, stepping forward.

Everyone turned — I’d almost forgotten Elias and his followers were there, watching the entire time.

“We’ll take it from here,” Elias said.

I stood, meeting Elias’s stare. “Not until we’ve found our friend.”

Julian, Michael, and Grudge stepped beside me. Immediately, the Community women reached for their own weapons.

“Stop this madness,” Ashton said. “We’ll accomplish nothing as long as we are at each other’s throats.” He turned his blue eyes on Elias. “How do you expect to get anything done when you threaten the lives of this ship’s only pilots?”

Elias’s face reddened. He knew he had no answer for that. From the center of the deck, Deborah and Ada watched Elias coolly. Elias took notice.

“You,” Elias said with gritted teeth. He took a step toward the women. “I know it was you who did this. You launched this ship.” His eyes narrowed. “I’ve always known you were tainted.”

“That didn’t stop you from trying, though,” Deborah said. “Did it?”

From the way Lyn looked at Elias as his face burned crimson, it didn’t take much imagination to know what “trying” meant. Deborah’s eyes taunted while Ada only looked unsure.

“What of it, Elias?” Deborah asked. “Are you going to kill me now?”

With a roar, Elias arched an arm back.

“Stop!” I yelled.

But Elias wasn’t listening. His arm swung outward as Deborah dodged the blow. Immediately, the Community women went to assist their leader. Lyn made no move to help.

At that moment, Anna jerked the control stick, throwing everyone off balance. Elias clattered to the floor, rolling near me.

I might not get another chance. It was time to fight.

I crawled over to Elias, placing my gun at the side of his head. Michael joined me in pulling him to the ground.

The bridge righted itself, and it was a moment before the Community women realized what I had done.

I used Elias’s body as a shield and kept the gun trained on his temple.

“Alright,” I said. “This ends now.”

Every Community member with a gun instantly aimed it at me. I had no idea what I was doing, or how I could keep this up.

“I need everyone off this bridge!” I said.

The women’s eyes glanced between me and their leader, wondering what to do.

“It’s alright,” Elias said softly, almost vulnerably. “You may leave me. I only want you all to be safe.”

“No!” Lyn stepped forward. Grudge raised his gun at her.

“My dear Lyn,” Elias said. “Please step away. It shall all go according to the Ascension. Askala shall provide for our escape.”

Lyn’s eyes implored, but in the end, she stepped back. I held back a sigh of relief.

“Come on,” she said to the others. “It is in the Voice’s hands now.”

Her words chilled me — I didn’t know if she was referring to Elias or to the entity that was controlling Elias. If Elias was truly Radaskim, then why would Chaos have attacked us? Maybe it attacked because it knew we were on board, and Elias and the Community were a fair price for our deaths. It was the only answer I could think of, at any rate.

The others gazed at Lyn, unsure. At Elias’s final nod, they left the bridge one by one. I wondered what made them so willing to do this — as if they truly believed I would go through with my threat. If I did end up killing Elias, then they would just in turn kill all of us.

Finally, Elias was left behind on the bridge with us, along with Deborah and Ada. Ashton pressed a button on the dash, which caused the door to the bridge to hiss shut.

I thought about pulling the trigger right then and there, but we couldn’t do that yet — not until we found out what had happened to Makara, and whether we’d be getting any backup when the Community attacked us upon Elias’s death.

“Can they do any kind of damage from back there?” I asked.

Ashton shrugged. “We’re in control of the ship, so they would have to get into ship’s security and override my security code.”

“Which we did,” Deborah said.

“Admittedly,” Ashton said. “This is but a temporary solution.”

“What about Makara?” Julian asked, impatient. “We can’t just…”

Ashton held up a hand, gazing ahead. Still the cloud of fallout spread outward, percolating into the air.

“Julian is right,” Ashton said. “We need to find her.”

* * *

We flew back in the direction where the explosion had taken place. All the while, the radio was silent.

“Makara, this is Aeneas,” Anna said. “Do you read me? Please give your location. Over.”

As the minutes crawled on, Michael took over my position of guarding Elias. The cult leader simply knelt, his knees on the deck and hands over his head. His brown eyes regarded everyone almost emotionlessly. But they were intent, focusing. Seeking any weakness. He reminded me of a caged predator.

“Makara, this is Anna, aboard the Aeneas. Do you have a copy, over?”

At that moment, the speakers sizzled. Within the cacophony was a voice, heavily garbled.

“It’s her!” Julian said.

I felt relief wash over me. If that truly was her, then Makara was still alive. But the fact remained — she had been extremely close to a nuclear blast. She could be…

Her voice came through the speakers, loud and clear.

“Hello? Anyone there…?”

“Yes, we’re all here,” Anna said, breaking into a smile. “Glad you’re alright, Makara.”

“I couldn’t reach you guys,” Makara said. “That damn cloud. I went above, thinking it would be safer.”

“Meet us at the coordinates I’m about to send you,” Ashton said. “You have backup?”

“Yeah,” Makara said. “I have twenty Angels on board. We’ll be there in two minutes.”

“Thank God,” Julian said, closing his eyes.

“What the hell happened in that Bunker?” Makara asked. “Where’s Alex?”

“I’m here,” I said, stepping forward. “There was this crazy cult that was trying to kill us and they wanted to nuke Los Angeles using this ship. We have their leader in custody right now.”

“He’s there? On the bridge?”

I glanced at Elias, as if to make sure he was still there. “Yeah. He is.”

“And that whole cult is on the ship? Will twenty be enough?”

“They probably have about forty on board,” I said. “There’s another thing. They’re all women except for their leader.”

Makara paused. “Not even going to ask. Armed?”

“Some of them,” I said. “Maybe ten. Whatever they are, they probably are not as well-trained as us.”

“We can connect the airlocks,” Makara said. “The blast doors were designed to interlock.”

“Meet us there,” Ashton said.

“Gotcha,” Makara said. “Over and out.”

* * *

Gilgamesh and Aeneas connected at the blast doors. In a matter of moments, our rescue squad was going to take back the ship.

“Let them know, Ashton,” Makara said.

Ashton held a button. “Attention, Aeneas. You are about to be boarded by the New Angels. Do not resist. I repeat, do not resist, and you will not be killed. If you do resist, your leader will be compromised. I repeat…”

As Ashton repeated his message, I stood near the metal door leading out from the bridge, ready to open it and provide support to the New Angels once they boarded.

“Elias,” Ashton said. “Tell your followers to stand down.”

Elias said nothing. Michael shoved him forward, closer to the dash where the mic would pick him up.

“My children,” Elias said. “Do not resist the boarders; do as this terrorist has said. It shall all go according to plan. Only have faith. The Community shall rise again.”

Elias closed his eyes.

“Stand by,” Ashton said. “Opening airlock in 3…2…”

Elias opened his eyes, and I felt fear crawl all over me. He gave a sick, twisted smile.

His eyes were completely white.

Michael raised his gun, but Elias battered it away. He next targeted Julian, who only got a single shot off, which missed. Elias tackled Julian with surprising strength. Anna jumped from her seat, unsheathing her katana.

Elias next focused on her. I raised my Beretta and fired at Elias’s chest. He took the bullets, dropping to the ground. A dribble of purple slime leaked from his lips. He fell the rest of the way, crashing to the deck head first.

I stared at Elias’s downed form. He wasn’t a Howler. He was…something else.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s help the others.”

We kept the ship locked into hover mode. We opened the door to the deck, leaving Elias’s body behind.

* * *

The Community surrendered without a fight. With their leader fallen, it seemed as if their fangs had been drawn.

Everyone was gathered in the main anteroom. The floor was coated with plates, vegetables, and water. The dinner remains had never been cleaned up and the crazy flight of the ship over the past hour had really made a mess of things. The New Angels, a mix of Raider and Exile, surrounded the Community members who stood in the center of the large compartment with hands over heads and without weapons.

“What do we do about them?” one of the Raiders asked.

Makara said nothing for a moment. It was if she were still trying to wrap her head around the entire concept of a crazed man leading a cult of women. Though I had been here for a while now, even I had difficulty grasping that. I wondered why it had to be that way — how something like the Community could exist for over a decade before finally meeting its end.

Elias having the white eyes confirmed my suspicion — that he really was under the control of Askala and the Radaskim. But with the Community leader dead, there was no way of knowing what the Radaskim’s plan for us was. It was a puzzle. A puzzle we might never find the answer for.

“Tie them up,” Makara finally said. “Until I can decide what to do with them.”

“They can always go back to the Bunker,” I said.

Makara looked at me. “The Bunker we’re going to use?”

She had a point. Maybe there wasn’t enough food in Bunker 84 to sustain us all, but at least there was some.

“They might be too dangerous to be left alive,” Grudge said.

The women stirred at that, and some began to protest. Makara held up a hand.

“Quiet,” Makara said. “There’s already been far too much bloodshed. We need to get back to base and begin the process of evacuating Pyrite. We also need to start getting food from 108 to 84.” Makara turned to the Angels behind her. “Stand guard here.”

“Evacuation?” I asked.

Makara looked at me. “Guess we’ve been out of touch too long. The swarm is besieging Pyrite. It’s going to fall soon. The Elekai are the only thing holding the skies for us. And even they won’t last forever.”

I thought of Askal. We had to really hurry if he was in danger.

The blast door opened.

“Julian, Chris, Nathaniel…” Makara said. “Come with me. The rest of you, stay here. Ashton and Anna can continue piloting Aeneas and we can begin ferrying people to 84.” She exited the ship

We all nodded. It was going to be a long, dangerous process, but it was one we needed to get done soon.

We began walking back to the bridge, leaving the Angels to guard duty. The ship began drifting to port.

“What the hell?” I asked. “I thought this thing was parked.”

“Did Makara disconnect Gilgamesh already?” Michael asked.

Ashton’s already pale face blanched. “No. That only could have been done from the bridge of Aeneas.”

I paused, a sickness overtaking me. Surely, it couldn’t be…

As we sprinted up the corridor, the ship lurched forward, throwing us all to the deck. Even then, I crawled forward around the hook in the corridor.

The door to the bridge was shut.

I didn’t want to believe the worst — that Elias was somehow still alive and was now piloting this thing to who knew where. I had no idea how he had stayed alive, but there was no other explanation.

“It’s him,” I said. “He’s piloting Aeneas.”

“I know,” Michael said. “But to where?”

“We need to contact Makara.”

“Obviously,” Ashton said. “But first we need to shut down the ship.”

“Shut down the ship?” I asked. “That will send us crashing.”

Ashton remained silent at that. From behind in the anteroom, I heard the sounds of struggle. A few guns went off.

“Come on,” I said. “They can take control of the Community. We have to control the ship.”

“How?” Michael asked.

“Like Ashton said. Shut down the ship.”

“But you just said…”

“There’s no time to explain,” I said. “We need to find a way to contact Makara first. We can borrow a radio from one of the Angels.”

I turned back for the anteroom, my heart pounding.

This mess wasn’t over yet.

Chapter 18

I took a radio from a tattooed Angel. I raised it to my mouth.

“Makara! Elias isn’t dead. He has control of Aeneas.”

It took a moment for Makara to respond.

“What?”

“I know. Keep on our tail and keep us updated on any changes.”

Everyone else crowded around to hear Makara’s words. Ashton stepped up next to me.

“We just have to power down the ship long enough so that the door to the bridge unlocks. I would have to go back to the fusion drive to do it. Then everyone else can force the door open. We’d have a few seconds to get it done, but it’s possible. Once you’re through you can radio me and let me know and I can power things back on.”

“Ashton,” Anna said, “the ship could be sent into free fall, especially with that nutcase in the pilot’s chair!”

Ashton stared at Anna levelly. “That’s why we have to get him out of the pilot’s chair and get you behind it. It’ll be up to you to save the ship.”

Anna’s eyes widened at that. It was a dicey plan. But I saw no way that bridge door was opening unless it somehow lost power.

“Isn’t there some way to just target the door?” I asked. “Do we really have to power down the entire ship?”

“I’m smart, but I’m not that smart,” Ashton said. “I’m a scientist, not a hacker. If we can do the whole thing in ten to fifteen seconds, then there’s a good chance we might succeed.”

I sighed. I didn’t really like it, but we were running out of options. Everyone looked to me to make the decision.

“We’ll do it. Anna, Michael… we’ll storm the bridge. Grudge, I want you to go with Ashton. Make sure there are no stragglers back there to attack him.”

Grudge nodded. I could tell he’d rather be fighting up front, but Michael would be perfect for the job. I knew with the Angels amidships and the prisoners rounded up, there was little chance of confrontation anywhere but the bridge. Besides, I trusted Grudge alone with Ashton after he had saved us.

“We need another radio,” Ashton said. “You take that one. I will find another.”

“Let’s hurry,” I said. “There’s no time to waste.”

* * *

Five minutes later we were all in position. Grudge and Ashton were by the fusion drive.

“Alright, I’m almost there,” Ashton said, his voice sizzling through the radio. “Just give me a few seconds…”

I placed my ear on the metal door to the bridge. We’d already tried to open it manually, but of course, it had been locked. I heard no sound coming from the other side.

“Alright,” Ashton said. “Is everyone ready?”

We’d already had our weapons drawn. It was just a matter of getting this done. My heart pounded with knowing what we had to do. Force the door open. Kill Elias, again. Not fall through the windshield in the process if the ship went into free fall.

“Go,” I said.

The lights suddenly dimmed and the floor ceased its vibration. The powerful hum of the engine aft faded to nothing. Cries of alarm sounded from the anteroom behind.

We had fifteen seconds.

As the ship began tipping forward, the three of us heaved at the door. Barely, just barely, the door slid open inch by inch.

And waiting for us on the other side was Elias, bloodied with purple slime, white eyes glowing.

With a high inhuman shriek, he pounced on Anna. I battered his head with the butt of my Beretta. Still, he did not turn from Anna, and was set on killing her.

At that moment, the ship’s nose tipped forward, causing us all to hit the floor and slide into the bridge. Elias, thankfully, tumbled away from Anna.

Gray light filtered through the massive windshield. Anna crawled on her stomach toward the pilot’s seat. Michael and I forced our way to Elias, who crawled after Anna. His face was pale, lifeless. He was like a Howler, only…different. I couldn’t decide if he was dead or alive.

Michael raised his handgun and fired a couple of times, hitting Elias in the abdomen. Elias wailed at the pain, but he didn’t desist in going after Anna. I fired a few times, hitting him with each bullet. Elias, almost reluctantly, turned toward us. He knew he had to get us out of the way before he could stop Anna.

The ship dipped further downward as Anna continued crawling for the pilot’s seat. I could see the tops of snow-capped peaks slowly approaching. Aeneas was now angled forty-five degrees toward the Earth.

Elias gave a sudden lurch, his yellowed teeth flashing. His body struck Michael. Together, they slid down the floor toward the windshield. Michael’s boots squeaked on the deck.

This was going to be a tricky shot, but it had to be made. To the side, Anna had just seated herself and was pulling the control stick upward. Since the power was out, it didn’t respond.

I reached for my radio. “Ashton — power the ship!”

Immediately, the deck was bathed in light. The mountains were deadly close, now. Below, a gray lake in a mountain valley reflected steely light. Anna pulled the control stick back, the ship’s hull groaning with the effort. The G-force pushed me to the floor, made my consciousness darken for a moment. I forced my eyes open, keeping myself focused on Elias. I couldn’t let him get to Michael.

In the chaos, Michael had managed to roll away from Elias. Elias was forcing himself to his feet. I realized that shots to the body had done nothing to stop him.

So I aimed for the head.

I fired, three times. The first two bullets ricocheted off the windshield while the third hit the deck. Michael and I both aimed and fired at Elias, who now charged for Michael. He hissed as the bullets entered his chest once more, spewing additional globs of purple blood. Elias went into a crouch. I braced myself for his assault.

Anna had now steadied the ship, but Elias was going to do the unexpected. He shifted his focus toward her, aiming to take the ship down again.

“No you don’t,” Anna said, angling the ship upward.

With a screech, Elias fell backward, along with the rest of us. Anna righted the ship once more, standing up and pulling out her katana. She cried out and ran toward the cult leader.

Elias turned to face her. He shrieked again as he charged. I yelled as I got two shots off –

That last of which went into his head.

Elias’s body went rigid as Anna reached him. With a roar and a flash of the blade, Anna swiped his head cleanly off his shoulders. A fountain of purple goo shot upward from the severed neck like a geyser. Elias toppled to the floor in a heap, finally dead.

We all backed away to the door, expecting that body to swell. But nothing happened.

I stared at Elias’s corpse as my heart raced, not yet willing to believe that we had finished him. I almost expected him to grow another head and resume his attack. But after watching him for another minute, I was convinced. The leader of the Community was dead.

“Ashton,” I said, using the radio. “He’s dead.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. He’s right here on the deck. No casualties.”

“Get him off board,” Ashton said. “I don’t want him infecting anyone.”

“I’ll do it,” I said. “The Elekai virus makes me immune.”

“And grab a sheet to drag him with,” Ashton said. “Don’t want his blood getting everywhere.”

I still wasn’t entirely sure of my immunity, but the Wanderer had told me the Elekai version of the xenovirus was the dominant form. It was hopefully enough to protect me.

I headed aft to find a sheet. Before I got far, an Angel met me in the corridor, holding a large, white sheet that must have come from one of the cabins. He panted, as if he had run. He must have overheard my conversation with Ashton, who by now had returned to the anteroom.

I grabbed the sheet and took it to the bridge. I laid it on the deck at Elias’s feet. I grabbed the former cult leader’s boots, sliding him onto the sheet. I then wrapped his goo-covered corpse as tight as I could. Purple splotches soaked through the sheet — it wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was better than smearing the purple, virus-ridden goo all over the deck.

I started pulling Elias’s corpse from the bridge. I would come back for the head later — I didn’t want it rolling out of the sheet, as much as I wanted to finish this in one trip.

It was a long haul dragging the headless Elias down the corridor. When I entered the anteroom, there was a collective gasp among the women. The Angels protected me, but to my surprise, the women gave no reaction. They just stared, dumfounded.

I found the blast door button and pressed it. It opened, revealing the cold gray sky outside.

I pushed Elias off ship. His body entangled with the sheet as he spiraled downward. The sheet came loose, floating and spreading in the gray air even as Elias’s form continued to tumble. The corpse became lost in cloud.

I shut the door and without a word returned to the bridge. There was no way Elias could survive that fall — not that I believed he was still alive.

I returned to the bridge to retrieve the head and walked back into the anteroom. Once more, I opened the door and lobbed the head out. I quickly shut the door before it even had the chance to open fully.

I went to the galley to give my hands a good, long wash with plenty of soap. I then returned to the bridge, going over to Anna. She was slumped forward in her chair, her breathing heavy. I thought she might be hurt.

“Anna…?”

She turned slightly, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me closer. I felt her body shake against mine.

“You did good,” I said, stroking her back.

She still shook a little bit, saying nothing.

“Sit still,” I said. “Relax.”

“I can’t stop shaking.”

She didn’t meet my eyes. I rested my hand on the top of her head and began to stroke her hair. She pulled me close so that we were both sharing the seat.

“I don’t know why,” she said, her voice quiet. “But this has affected me far more than anything else.”

I listened. It looked like she wanted to say more, but couldn’t find the words.

“You’re just stressed,” I said. “We can finally rest.”

Anna said nothing. I held onto her, as if my holding might be able to stop the shakes. So far, they hadn’t.

I’d expected Ashton to have made it up here by now. I clicked the call button on my radio.

“Ashton, location?”

“Amidships, with the prisoners. Something’s going on.”

“What?”

“I don’t know, they seem to be…lost. Dazed. Like they don’t remember a thing about…anything.”

I frowned. Apparently, it wasn’t over yet.

Anna squeezed my hand, intertwining her fingers in mine. Her hand quivered.

“Come on,” I said, softly. “Let’s see what’s going on. I promise. This is almost over.”

She nodded. I wasn’t sure if she’d heard me. She tried to unstrap herself from her seat, missing the button a few times before her finger connected. She stood. Then, she suddenly lurched toward the control stick and pressed a button.

“Stupid,” she said.

“What?”

“I…forgot to put it on cruise. We might have crashed into something.”

Shaking. Forgetting to do things. I didn’t want to think that she had reached a breaking point, but if she had, then she had lasted a lot longer than any of us should have. We both stood, and I guided her toward the corridor that led amidships. Michael watched.

“She alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” I said. “Just a little shook up.”

“Just try to relax,” Michael said to Anna. “You’re a superstar. That was good flying back there.”

“Not just good,” I said. “Amazing.”

Anna didn’t give any reaction. The three of us left the bridge and headed for the anteroom. We were never supposed to leave the bridge unoccupied while the ship was in flight. It was a hard and fast rule both Makara and Ashton hammered into us. But I wasn’t going to leave Anna alone up here, and we had to take care of the situation with the Community. I made a mental note to have Ashton in that pilot’s seat as soon as possible.

Makara’s voice came from my radio.

“Alex. What’s going on? I saw that ship take a dive again.”

I reached for the radio. Now, my own hand was shaky.

“We’re fine. Everyone’s fine. Elias is dead. Really dead this time.”

“Yeah. I saw him take a tumble from the ship. Can’t get any deader than that.”

I turned to look out the windshield, catching sight of Gilgamesh dropping gently from above. Its nose was pointed toward us, allowing me to see Makara at the controls. Julian sat in the copilot’s seat.

“So let me get this straight,” she said. “You go through all the trouble of getting me a new ship after crashing the first one, and then you almost wreck this one? This isn’t good, Alex.”

“I’ll take the blame for this one,” I said. “We have a slight situation with the Community that Ashton alerted us to, so we’re headed that way to see what’s going on. We could probably use your help again.”

“Alright. Julian and I are coming on board. This boy needs a lot of work before he can be a trained pilot.”

I wondered why Julian got pilot training before I did, but I remembered that Makara seemed to have a thing for him. Maybe that was why she chose to have him come on board rather than Michael earlier.

“Alright,” I said. “I’m leaving this bridge hanging, but I plan on sending Ashton to the bridge as soon as I can. Anna needs a bit of a break.”

“Copy that. Meet you amidships.”

With that, I walked the rest of the way to the anteroom.

Chapter 19

We walked into a scene of chaos. The New Angels had formed a ring and were doing their best to restrain panicked Community members. The loudest among them was Lyn.

“We want out!” she shouted.

Something had definitely changed about the women. The inhuman quality to their eyes had fled, replaced now with panic and fear.

With Elias dead, some sort of spell had been lifted.

The women jostled against the New Angels, but they were strong and they were armed. The Community women had been stripped of their weapons and many of them were in tears. I had no idea what to do about any of it.

Every head turned when a click sounded from the blast door. Gilgamesh was docking. A moment later, the door opened, revealing Makara and Julian walking into the anteroom, followed by Nathaniel, a bearded man we had met after finding the Exiles near the Great Blight, and another man named Chris, the blond-haired Raider who had guarded Silver Arched Bridge that spanned the Colorado River. I still remembered that night, Makara and I racing across the desert in our Recon, trying to reach Char and Raider Bluff in order to save Samuel from the bullet he had received.

“What’s going on?” Makara asked.

The Community members ceased their panic, staring at Makara blankly. Lyn stepped forward. But what she said was far from expected.

“We…just want to know where we are. What’s happening. How…”

Lyn didn’t finish. After a moment’s silence, it was clear that Lyn had asked the question in all seriousness. I looked at each of the Community women. None of them had any idea where they were. Could Elias have actually brainwashed them to the point where they would not remember anything?

No, not Elias — the xenovirus. Elias had been controlled by it, and apparently, so had all these women. But with Elias dead, somehow the virus had lost its power. Elias had said he was the intermediary between Askala and the Community. With the intermediary severed, these women would be free once more.

The only problem was, they didn’t remember a thing.

“You are aboard the Aeneas,” Makara said. “The day is December 24, 2060.”

Lyn looked at Makara, uncomprehending. She looked at all of the New Angels for confirmation that this was true.

“No,” she said. “The year is 2045. I remember…the fires. The screams. I remember…”

“What you remember,” I said, stepping forward. “Is the fall of Bunker 84. This happened fifteen years ago, when Elias took control.”

“Elias,” Lyn said.

I looked into her eyes to see if she remembered anything about the man who had led her for fifteen long years.

“I feel…different. I can’t explain it, but…I feel that time has passed, like waking from a dream…”

“That’s because time has passed,” Ashton said. “Fifteen years of time.”

The other Community members stared, similarly shocked. They looked to Lyn to figure this out for the rest of them. From the sidelines, I saw Deborah and Ada, watching. Their eyes appeared completely lucid. They had not been under Elias’s spell. Maybe Deborah and Ada were genetic anomalies, able to resist the version of the virus that infected Elias.

“Something is different,” Lyn said. “I can feel it.”

She trailed off, looking at each of the Community members.

“I don’t know most of these people…and the ones I do know look…”

I could see from her blue eyes that she could scarcely believe it. I finished her thought for her.

“Do they look older?”

Lyn shook, and finally nodded. “I see now that you are right, as hard as that is to believe. I’m not sixteen. I’m…thirty-one.”

“Fifteen years,” Makara said, shaking her head. Her eyes were disturbed as she looked at the women under guard. “You remember nothing from the past fifteen years?”

I could now see that Elias’s powers had not merely stopped at the physical. Of all the incarnations of the xenovirus I had seen, this by far had to be the strangest. It was a strain that likely did not exist anymore. It had developed in isolation, back in 2045, where it had infected Elias at Ragnarok Crater when he had been taken there by the recon team from Bunker 83. I thought of the Howlers or any other form of Radaskim xenolife. They all obeyed the Voice — Askala. Askala was able to communicate directly with Elias in visions and dreams that Elias had shared that with the Community. These women, along with Elias, had not transformed into Howlers. They had retained their full human form. Yet, they had all blindly obeyed him — as much as anything infected with the Radaskim version of the virus would obey the Xenomind, Askala.

It wasn’t just the women who were directionless. It was the children as well. They stared blankly ahead. If my theory was true, then they had lived their whole lives as agents of the virus. How much would they remember? Would they remember anything?

“I still remember all of the things I did,” Lyn said, finally. “I just can’t remember why I did them. The emotions…they are all gone. The memories bring up nothing.”

“You were under Elias’s control,” I said. “He was infected with the xenovirus. Apparently, he could control other people who were also infected. Maybe only women, which would explain why he wanted the men dead. But now that Elias is dead…the spell is broken. He had been a pawn of Askala.”

Somehow, the virus could only control the women. Elias had said it himself — men would just go crazy. I didn’t know why, exactly, but there it was. Elias had mentioned that it was possible that only one male could be the Prophet. That would mean that any male would have to be killed in order to keep unity.

“Whenever a boy was born,” Deborah said, stepping forward, “he was allowed to live for one year before he was sacrificed to the Voice.” Deborah made a fist. “That’s what happened with…my son.”

“Was Elias…?”

Deborah nodded. “Yes. He was the father. As he was to all of the children. And…I had to go through with it. I couldn’t let him know that I had my own thoughts. He always suspected, and I was always afraid he would find out. But when I found Ada, I knew I wasn’t alone.”

Ada said nothing, only staring at Lyn and the other Community women, tears in her eyes.

“She and I became friends, and we existed in secret, pretending the entire time that we were just as much under Elias’s spell as everyone else. I never really understood why he had such power. Why no one resisted him.” She looked at me with haunted eyes. “But what you say makes sense. Not everyone would have followed the man willingly. More would have resisted, if only they could.”

“Elias told me himself that he once tried to resist the Voice,” I said. “He said it was long ago, in the beginning. But maybe…he didn’t have much of a choice either, in the end.”

“Some girls were killed, too,” Ada said. “It’s happened a few times. We never knew the reason why, but I had to hide my sorrow, my pain. Deborah and I couldn’t reach them fast enough.”

“It was probably around the age of ten or so that I started to realize that I was different,” Deborah said. “I could say no to him, unlike everyone else. I didn’t understand this — not one bit. As soon as I realized how dangerous it was to say no, I never did. Sometimes, Elias would push things, to test us — but I always made sure I passed each test. I became good at pretending. Ada and I recently talked about trying to…kill Elias. The thought was ridiculous. We never carried anything out. It was only talk. But even talk was dangerous.” She sighed. “I just wished we had the courage to do something about it. All of this might have been stopped.”

“You did what you could,” I said. “There is no reason to be ashamed.”

It was easy to think that all it would have taken was sneaking up behind Elias and offing him with a knife. But Anna, Michael, and I had a hell of a time trying to bring him down, and we had weapons and months of fighting experience.

“No, I’m not ashamed,” Deborah said. “Elias grew worse, over time. I guess the virus started corrupting his mind even more. The visions increased and he began to be more vigilant about finding dissenters. Before, he had allowed us to exist so long as we didn’t disrupt the balance. I felt more and more out of place as time went on. All I had was Ada. I told her everything. I had to tell someone or I felt I would go crazy. If anyone did anything against Elias, they were condemned — filled with darkness.”

I suddenly felt overwhelmed with everything. I had no idea what to do with this situation — and from everyone else’s eyes — Makara, Ashton, Anna, Michael, Julian, and Grudge — they had no idea, either. It was hard to imagine something like the Community existing for fifteen years. Fifteen years of slavery to a man who was a pawn of the xenovirus.

What had Elias been like before he had visited Ragnarok Crater on that fateful recon? He was as much a victim as everyone else. It was insane to think of the power this virus had. It was capable of things beyond what we could imagine.

We had to destroy Askala. This was but a taste of the pain she would unleash on our world.

But one question remained unanswered: why Elias? Why even bother taking control of Bunker 84?

“The virus and Askala probably caused Elias to rebel against Bunker authorities,” I said. “I want to know why.”

“It wasn’t about Elias,” Ashton said. “It was about the Bunker. What makes Bunker 84 different from every other Bunker?”

“Nukes,” Michael said. “Was the Voice after that?”

Ashton nodded. “I think so. The Voice is intelligent enough to go after key targets — such as Bunker One, back in 2048.”

“Elias told me that he went to Ragnarok Crater,” I said. Everyone now turned to look at me. “He was sent to reinforce a team on his first recon at nearby Bunker 83. They flew to the Crater. That was when he started to change.”

“When did he tell you this?” Ashton asked.

“When he took me out of my cell.”

“So what are you saying?” Makara asked Ashton. “Are these women infected with the virus? How did that happen?”

“Think about it,” Anna said. “Do we really have to use our imaginations for that one?”

“Well, it might have happened that way,” Deborah said. “Another reason why it was only women who were infected.”

“Actually,” I said, “he told me he tried to convert men as well.”

“Can we change the subject?” Makara asked.

“Sorry,” I said. “Just trying to provide useful info.”

“However it was accomplished is not the point,” Ashton said. “We don’t even know if the women are infected. I’d have to take blood samples to confirm it. With Elias gone, the virus shouldn’t have any power over them. As has already been established, he worked as an intermediary between Askala and the Community. Through him, she could control them.”

“If she was just after the nukes,” I said, “how come it took Askala so long to make Elias take off with the ship?”

“She would have sooner, surely,” Ashton said. “Only no one in the Community knew how to pilot Aeneas. She may have had Elias or Lyn try to learn, but maybe she was unwilling to risk the nukes if something went wrong. So she waited.”

“Waited…for what?” Makara asked.

“Perhaps until someone who did know how to fly came to the Bunker.”

“What are you saying?” I asked. “Did Askala force us to come here?”

“Maybe. By sending her swarm after us, she made Bunker 84 our only option. She probably couldn’t have predicted that we would choose to come here, but it ended up working out that way. It was a gamble, but now this ship is loose with three nukes left. Thankfully, we are in control of it, not the enemy.”

This was all conjecture, and maybe it was healthier that way. Some things were better left unturned and forgotten. These women would never forget what they had been through. It seemed unreal. Ever since coming upon the Community, I’d wondered why no one stood up to Elias with the obvious exception of Deborah and Ada. Only those who succumbed to Elias’s direct control were spared.

“We survived,” Michael said. “We even managed to kill Chaos. What’s next?”

It was a question I’d been pondering myself. The women were still quiet, not even talking amongst themselves. After fifteen years of being controlled by the virus, it wasn’t hard to see why.

“We need to find a place for these people,” Makara said. “It won’t be easy, but we can’t leave them behind. In the meantime, we can start filling the Bunker.”

“Filling the Bunker?” Lyn asked.

“It’s winter and we have fifteen hundred people above ground that need a warm place to stay,” Makara said. “Bunker 84 is the only place that fits the bill, even if it holds a lot of bad memories.”

“Fifteen hundred,” Lyn said. “That will never…”

“Is there space?”

“Yes,” Lyn said. “Of course, but there won’t be enough food.” She concentrated, as if trying to remember something. “I…I don’t know. I remember certain things. Just not everything.”

“Maybe your memory will return with time,” Ashton said. “I don’t know how this particular form of the xenovirus works, but you were conscious in the medical sense for fifteen years. I wouldn’t be surprised if…”

“…Yes,” Lyn said. “We only farmed enough to have a small surplus. We could never feed everyone.”

Makara nodded. “We understand that, but with food from 108 and 84 we should have enough for a couple of weeks. In the meantime, we need to take over Los Angeles. They have food stored for the winter that can last us for a long time.”

“But…what will we do?” Lyn asked.

Makara sighed. “I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. For now you can help us where you can. It’s all any of us can do.”

Catching these people up on what needed to be done was a tall order, especially when we didn’t know what needed to be done. We could at least be grateful that the hardest leg of this journey was over and that our original mission was accomplished. We had located Bunker 84 and it was now ready to be occupied. As soon as the Exodus was inside they’d be safe from the cold and have food to last a little while longer. Even if what was in Bunker 84 was far from expected, hopefully the Community would forget the past and find a place within the New Angels. Maybe some scars never healed, but at least now they had a chance to.

I thought of Samuel. He would be in Gilgamesh’s clinic at this very moment.

“How’s Samuel?” I asked.

Makara sighed. “Much the same. The only thing keeping him going is Lauren, and now Ruth. She’s sort of apprenticing for nursing duties.”

It was good to hear that Ruth was finding her place. At the mention of his wife’s name, Michael made a move for the door. Ever the soldier, he waited for Makara’s nod before striding out of Aeneas and into Gilgamesh.

“How much longer will Samuel…” I began.

Ashton put a hand on my arm. “There will be time for this later. We need to return to Pyrite and begin the evacuation. If the swarm is there and Askal and his friends are fighting for us, speed is of the essence.”

Ashton had a point. We once again had two spaceships at our disposal after losing Odin. Thankfully, the one replacing Odin was much larger. We could evacuate the town more quickly than we had planned.

“You’re right,” I said.

“I have something you can do,” Makara said, speaking to Lyn. “When the first wave of refugees reaches Bunker 84, I need you to prepare the way for the Exodus. Set up food. Clear up space for people to sleep. Get water ready.”

Lyn nodded. “It will be hard, but I’ll see what we can do. The entry tunnel should still be open. If I remember correctly, it’s programmed to recognize when Aeneas is close. Even if it’s closed it should open up.”

“I can set course for Pyrite,” Ashton said. “Anna?”

Anna hesitated a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. I’m coming.”

The two of them left the anteroom. I watched as Anna walked away. She seemed to still be shaken from the battle with Elias. It was hard to see her like that, hard to see her go through so much only to reach a breaking point now. All of us were dealing with the aftershocks of a very traumatic experience.

“I need to return to Gilgamesh,” Makara said. “The rest of you can remain here until we go to Pyrite and back to Bunker 84. It will be a few trips until everyone is safe underground, but at least we can begin the process.”

* * *

We did as Makara said. When we reached Pyrite, my jaw dropped at the scene. It was an island in a sea of swarming pink and purple. There were thousands upon thousands of crawlers surrounding the settlement, bashing into the walls and gates. The perimeter was sturdy, but probably could not last against a long assault.

We had to get everyone out of there soon.

Several dragons circled the skies above, patrolling the air. We had won the battle there, which is what mattered. They cleared the way for the ships to move everyone out.

Gilgamesh, then Aeneas, settled into the center of the town. Makara disembarked, and began to spread the word. Within minutes, people were streaming on board both ships, many more coming onto Aeneas. We could only take three hundred or so at a time, or we risked weighing down the ships too much.

We left with our first evac group around 19:00. Darkness covered the land, save for the many glowing eyes of the surrounding monsters. Seeing that seething swarm made me wonder if there would be a town by the time we got back at midnight.

When we reached the mountain housing Bunker 84, the boarding tunnel was still open. Ashton guided in Aeneas first — we wanted to be sure there was room for both ships before landing them at the bottom of the vertical tunnel. When Aeneas landed, we confirmed that there was. We unloaded the first of the refugees. Michael and Julian stayed in the Bunker, along with a few Angels, in order to keep things organized while the Community women prepared for everything.

We arrived back at Pyrite at midnight. To my relief, the walls and gates still stood. By this point, I was exhausted. The only sleep I had gotten since leaving for Bunker 84 came from being drugged out in my Bunker 84 jail cell. I nodded off a bit during the trips between, which allowed me to catch a couple of hours here and there.

By the time we loaded our next refugees, over half of the town had been emptied. I felt bad at leaving anyone behind — but we left most of the fighting men there in order to stave off any sort of attack. The Radaskim xenodragons might return and cause trouble. I wondered which of the dragons flying above was Askal, and I hoped that he was okay.

We returned to Pyrite at 04:15 to take the last of the refugees. We fit in the remaining five hundred people or so like sardines and prayed the ships could still function. After making a final sweep of the town, making absolutely sure that everyone was on board, we lifted off and headed north, leaving the remains of the city to its fate. The Wasteland was slowly being conquered, and there was nothing left to do but watch it be swallowed by the Radaskim.

I finally allowed myself to relax, curling up in a corner on the bridge and falling fast asleep.

Chapter 20

When I awoke, gray daylight filtered onto the bridge. I felt weak and achy all over, as if I could sleep for the rest of time and still not catch up.

As hard as it was, I forced myself onto weary feet — feet that were sore and blistering from all the punishment they had taken the past few days. My fingers felt numb and every one of my muscles ached.

I went to stand by Anna, who was seated and copiloting the ship. Ashton gazed intently ahead, raising a white mug to his lips and drinking his coffee black.

I almost said that we had finally made it, but I didn’t want to speak too soon. We had come a long way, both in this particular mission and in each of our individual lives — but all it took was one mistake, one misfortune, for it all to come crashing down.

As dawn broke in the east — a dawn free of clouds or fog — the sky gleamed pink, yellow, and orange. I stared for a moment, mesmerized by the colors.

Then, the sun peeked above a mountaintop.

“Well, I’ll be,” Ashton said.

None of us said anything, appreciating the rare spectacle. The sun should not have come out like that — not at this latitude. The thick dust, and perhaps even the fallout from the bomb we had launched, made the sunrise even more beautiful. Streaks of purple, as if painted by God’s own hand, interweaved with the yellow and orange, the light and the sun so powerful that it seemed to split the clouds with beams of light. I even had to shield my eyes.

Then, we turned the ship, heading for the entry tunnel of Bunker 84. As we descended, Makara announced that we were in. Slowly, the door above shut — shutting out the dangerous world above and leading us once more into the Bunker of darkness.

But with the people there, perhaps it could become a Bunker of light.

* * *

The next week was spent on mad organization followed by deep rest. It was amazing to think that we could finally rest — at least, most of us could. Both Aeneas and Gilgamesh used their fusion drives in order to power the Bunker. The grow lights for the hydroponics were once more online. Ruth and several of the Community members took a look to make sure the irrigation lines were working.

The Community members proved invaluable. Though the death of Elias made them forget many inexplicable things, they still knew how to run their Bunker. We were guests in their home, in a sense.

Everyone was fed full rations for the next few days. Makara had said we needed our strength. It was clear, however, that the food would not last forever. There was perhaps enough to feed the Exodus at full rations for about two weeks. That meant we had to find alternatives, even after harvesting Bunker 108’s crop and bringing it to 84.

On the third day of coming back to Bunker 84, I was as rested as I would ever be. The main crew gathered aboard Aeneas in order to determine a battle plan to take over Los Angeles. Present were Makara, Ashton, Char, Marcus, Anna, Michael, Julian, and myself, along with the gang lords of Vegas. Aeneas’s conference room was crowded as every one of us piled in. I still did not trust the gang lords — aside from Grudge and perhaps Boss Dragon, the second of whom I hadn’t seen in quite some time.

Everyone talked amongst themselves until Makara stood at the head of the table, fixing an intense glare on everyone present. All voices stilled as she began to speak.

“We are here and we survived the Xenoswarm,” she began. “As you all know, we only have about two weeks here. It’s a temporary stop. It is also the place where we will plan our attack on Los Angeles. In two weeks’ time, Carin Black and the Reapers must be brought to heel. Only then can we deal with Emperor Augustus and make our attack on the Great Blight.”

No one said anything to her preamble. I watched the Vegas gang lords — Rey, Cain, and Jade — who looked at Makara with hollow eyes. Boss Dragon sat with arms folded, chewing his lower lip in contemplation. Grudge stood in the corner, silent. I did not forget Makara’s and Char’s promise to the gang lords — that Los Angeles was theirs for the taking as soon as the Reapers fell. As much as it hurt to have them in here with us, we needed their firepower. They easily provided most of the men who would be fighting to bring Vegas down, so they had to attend this meeting.

“With Aeneas and Gilgamesh both, taking L.A. should be easy,” Rey said.

After a week on the run from the swarm, Rey was looking the worse for wear. He still wore a suit — but it was dirty and featured several tears where something had attacked him. Dark circles underlined his tanned face, and his face, once clean-shaven, now featured the hints of a beard, thicker along the mustache and chin and more scraggly upon the cheeks. His eyes narrowed; those brown orbs had not lost their focus or intensity.

“Land us inside the walls and we can storm their base,” Rey said.

“This is dependent on finding Carin Black,” Ashton said, fixing Rey with an intent stare. “Such an attack would be foolish if Carin was not present in the building at the time.”

This much was true. It was Carin Black that we were after. As long as he was dead, taking the rest of the gang down would be easy. At least, we could only hope.

“I agree with Ashton,” Cain said, his blue eyes cold. He leaned over the table, propping himself with his right forearm. The beginnings of a gray beard, thicker than Rey’s, covered a square jaw. “He has a point. We might need to be sneakier at first. Find out where Carin stays. Where he goes during the day. And how we might take him out.”

Jade, who sat next to Cain, snickered, his wet eyes widening with glee. He drew his index finger across his thin neck in the universal symbol of murder.

Even if taking out Carin Black with an assassination was probably a better idea than storming his gates, the fact that Jade was behind the idea made it unappealing to me. The guy made me feel slimy just by looking at him.

“Assassination,” Makara said, testing the word.

“I want to be the one to gut him,” Anna said. “He destroyed my life. The least I can do is destroy his.”

Makara met her eyes. “You will have to contend with me for that.”

“Deal,” Anna said. “We both have equal claim — whoever is first gets the prize.”

Makara nodded. “But no sneaky stuff. I want him to see me as I stab him in the heart.”

Michael and Julian looked from Anna to Makara uncomfortably. I wasn’t sure if they were aware of the story behind why both Makara and Anna hated Carin Black so much — but even though I knew the story, this was getting to be a little much.

“Let’s try to focus on the specifics,” I said. “And not get caught up in something that may or may not happen. Black has to die; that much is clear. But I’d be happy just blasting the Reapers’ main base to bits with a few well-placed missiles.”

All of the men nodded — I hadn’t expected them to agree with me so readily, but I could see why. If we just did things my way, no one would have to risk themselves. If we had the resources to attack from a distance and not get anyone hurt, then why wouldn’t we do it that way?

“Perhaps a mix of the two tactics would work best,” Char said, coming out of his silence. “We could have people on the ground, spotting for Carin Black. Upon confirmation of his location, we could fire the missiles.”

Makara shook her head. “But how will we know he’s truly dead if we use missiles? His body might be blown to bits, but we wouldn’t know it. I want no chance of this scum escaping. That means me looking him in the face as I watch every ounce of life drain from his eyes.”

“Besides,” Anna said. “A lot of innocents could get hurt in such an attack. Their headquarters will be filled with slaves and innocent people.” She shook her head. “That should be a last resort.”

“The kid has a good plan,” Rey said. “And Char was right, too. A few people on the ground to spot Black. An attack from the air once his location is confirmed.” Rey made a gun with his right hand, shooting it. He smiled. “It’s easy.”

I thought about Anna’s point. Having innocents killed wasn’t something I had considered. The gang lords seemed to have no qualm with it, however.

“Whatever we end up doing,” Anna said, “I want to be in the thick of it.”

“Why?” Cain asked. “So you can go commando and get your revenge?”

Anna said nothing.

“You need to rest up, anyway,” Makara said. “And I need you to pilot one of the ships. You getting in the thick of it won’t be happening.”

“Aren’t you needed to pilot as well?” Anna asked.

Makara did not have an answer for that.

“Look,” Char said, “what matters is knocking off Carin. And we need to do it quick since we’re running on several clocks here.” Char held up a finger. “One is the food clock. We have two weeks until we run out.” Char raised a second finger. “Second is the Empire clock. Augustus will be arriving soon with his legions. We need to take the Reapers down before he arrives.” Char held up a third, final finger. “Then there’s the last clock — the xenovirus clock. The Blighters are pressing farther and farther west. Los Angeles won’t stay safe for long, even when we take control of it. We’ll have to be quick about rallying all of the gangs there, and take the fight to the Great Blight. And it would help to have Augustus on our side for that.”

Makara had been about to protest, but the idea that Char had presented, of Augustus helping us, had silenced her.

“Yeah,” Marcus said, coming out of his silence. “Char and I have talked about it a bit and I know I’m the last person you’d expect to bring it up. But there it is. We need him. We need all those soldiers he has. Instead of fighting each other, Augustus could be useful in attacking the Great Blight.”

“He’d never agree,” Makara said. “Samuel already tried to convince him, but he will only help if we hand him the Wasteland.”

“Which will never happen,” Rey said.

The other Vegas gang lords nodded their agreement.

A nervous giggle escaped Jade’s throat. “I’m starting to wonder whose side you and your brother are on, Char. I suggested this same move back in Vegas and I was nearly driven from the town.”

“I’m on humanity’s side,” Char said. “Territory will do us no good if we’re all dead.”

“It’d rather be dead than lose my honor,” Cain said.

Suddenly, the conference room erupted in arguing. Marcus and Char shouted down the rising protests of the Vegas gang lords. Makara sighed and turned her head, arms folded. Ashton stood, holding out his arms in an attempt to regain order. Michael and Julian watched on, silent.

The one I watched was Grudge, who had been entirely silent, which was unlike him. He now started speaking, not even yelling, and everyone broke off their arguing and began to listen to him mid-thought.

“…go to, and we can just fly to the Crater and…”

“Slow down,” Char said, his voice gravelly. “You’re going to have to start from the beginning. We didn’t catch that first part.”

Grudge stared at us all with his dark, brown eyes. This man had saved us in Bunker 84, and we all owed him a massive debt. Maybe that was why we listened.

“What I don’t understand,” Grudge said, “is why we don’t go to the Crater and blow it up.”

Everyone was struck silent by his words. Go to the Crater? Now? Would that even work?

“We have nukes, right?” he asked. “Why not use them? Blow those aliens to hell, back to wherever they came from. It’s a worth a shot, right?”

No one said anything. It was hard to tell if people were actually listening to him or if the idea was so stupid that we were all left dumfounded.

For some reason, I thought of the Wanderer. What would he think of that? He had said it all depended on me. I was the one who had to infect Askala, the Radaskim Xenomind, with the Elekai version of the xenovirus. Without that, well — anything, even a nuclear strike, would be pointless.

Yet, Grudge did have a point. Maybe a nuke wouldn’t outright kill the Radaskim, but it could severely weaken them.

“It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?” Grudge asked, looking at all of us. His eyes were bright and shining, and for some reason, they reminded me of a child pleading with his parents for something he really wanted.

Makara remained silent. She looked at Ashton, who in turn looked at her. Everyone in the room watched them both.

“It is something I’ve turned over in my head these last few days,” Ashton said. “And I only wanted to consider it as a last resort. Yes, it would be powerful. Of that I have no doubt. However, with that power comes a lack of precision that we need in order to defeat the Radaskim.” Ashton turned to look at me. “It would be denying the revelation that Alex received from the Wanderer — a revelation which I have yet to investigate, scientifically, yet which I believe to be true all the same. The only way to kill Askala is to convert her to Elekai, and only Alex can do that. Furthermore, if the nuclear strike doesn’t work — which is highly probable — we will be forced to attack while contending with high levels of radiation.”

“Don’t we have bigger problems than that, though?” Grudge asked. “I mean, we are talking about the future of humanity here.”

“I do not contest that,” Ashton said. “I just know, looking at history, that nuclear strikes have always had unintended consequences. They are unpredictable, as all powerful things are. It would be wise to set this option aside unless in the direst of needs.”

Grudge scoffed. “You sure didn’t hesitate when that dragon was attacking.”

Ashton met his gaze. “As I said: in the direst of needs.”

I was beginning to see just how close we were to the end of it all. Things were finally coming to a head, for the better or worse of humanity. There were just two obstacles left in the way of our attack on Ragnarok Crater — Carin and the Reapers, and Augustus and the Empire. Only when they were both neutralized, or brought to our side, could we attack. We could do as Grudge said — we could go now. And for all we knew, it might even work. But for some reason, I was siding with Ashton. We needed to take care of matters in the Wasteland first — and only after could we start the final battle.

“Ashton is right,” I said. “We can’t attack Ragnarok. Not yet. Even if we were to succeed, we couldn’t return to a Wasteland that wasn’t in our control. No one can predict what will happen from a nuclear strike, and Ashton has a point when he says it will be imprecise.” I sighed. “I have to do what the Wanderer has said. I have to find Askala and I have to infect her.”

Everyone now looked at me, as if what I said sealed the deal. Anna was watching me worriedly, but I tried to ignore that. Yes, the Wanderer had said I would have to sacrifice myself. I couldn’t worry about that though, strange as that might sound.

“So what do we do about Black, kid?” Rey asked.

I blinked in surprise — why was Rey deferring to me? I quickly recovered.

“We strike — hard and fast. Sometime in the next couple of days. If the assassination doesn’t go well — we throw everything we have into taking down Los Angeles. Once the Reapers are brought down, we reconnect with Augustus and let him know the Wasteland stands as one — the one thing he doesn’t want.”

Heads nodded around the table. I realized what I was doing; I was giving everyone a clear path to victory from here, from this Bunker to Ragnarok. It was something Samuel would have done.

Maybe I was becoming more of a leader.

“We have to make sure everyone here is as safe as possible, of course,” I said. “We can take some of the people to harvest Bunker 108 for food.”

“We already have a team organized for that,” Makara said. “They should be leaving tomorrow.”

“How long will that take?” I asked.

“Not long. Twenty-four hours at most.”

“When Aeneas returns, that’s when we go. A small team can be dropped into Los Angeles. Do the walls cover its entire perimeter?”

Makara nodded. “Raine, when he was alive, made sure of that. There is no way to access the city by ground anymore.”

“We can use parachutes, then,” I said. “Wait until the darkest time of night. Drop into one of the abandoned parts of the city. Then head toward Reaper territory.”

“Who’s going?” Char asked.

The room went silent at that question. Anna sat straighter in her chair, and I could tell from Makara’s face that she wanted to be there as well.

“Remember,” Ashton said. “This is merely locating Black and letting the ships take care of the rest. We won’t risk any lives any more than we have to.”

“I can go,” I said.

“We need you at Ragnarok Crater,” Makara said, shaking her head. “If I’d known how risky Bunker 84 would be, I’d have kept you back from there as well.”

I was about to protest, but Grudge cut me off before I could.

“I’ll go.”

To my surprise, Makara nodded her head. “Yeah, that works. Who else?”

“I don’t mind going,” Michael said. “I know I could be useful in a situation like that.”

Makara smiled. “You have a family to take care of. I’m not going to risk you again or Lauren will give me hell.”

“I said I can go,” Michael said. “We all have people we care about.”

Makara said nothing to that.

“I’ll go, then,” Julian said. “I’d have to be taught to parachute, but I think I can learn that easily enough.”

Makara looked at Julian for a moment. It was hard to read her eyes. Was she going to let him go?

“I can do this,” Julian said, meeting her gaze. “I have no reason why I shouldn’t.”

“Your family…”

“We all have families, and people we love,” Julian said. “I want to do my part.”

She looked from Julian back to Michael. “You both can go, if you wish it. Just…don’t let me explain to either of your families why I let you, alright?”

Julian smiled. “We’ll be fine. We’ve been in much worse spots.”

Michael nodded.

I wasn’t so sure about that. Los Angeles could be more dangerous than even Bunker 84.

“Alright, that’s Grudge, Michael, and Julian,” Makara said. “I’m only willing to send one more. Who will it be?”

“I’ll go.”

Ruth stood in the doorway of the conference room. How long had she been listening outside?

“Ruth,” Makara said, “I’m glad you want to help out, but don’t you think your place is here?”

Ruth stared at her for a moment, as if considering that. Then she shook her head.

“No. It’s not. I can fight. I survived in Bunker 108 when everyone else died. I killed dozens of Howlers in my time there. If there’s anything you can say about me, it’s that I’m a survivor. If you send me down there, I’m not dying. I can guarantee that.” She nodded toward Michael. “Plus, I can make sure he doesn’t kill himself.”

Everyone looked at her with shocked expressions. Even Rey and the Vegas gang lords seemed to be impressed. Makara continued to stare her down. Everyone looked at the leader of the New Angels.

“Fine,” Makara said. “Ruth is our fourth.” She sighed. “We have our team.”

“There was another reason I came,” Ruth said, smiling. “Samuel is up.”

Suddenly, the conference room became a scene of chaos. Makara’s eyes widened as she ran out, weaving her way through people now standing up.

She turned her head quickly. “Meeting adjourned.”

She ran out the door. I heard her boots stomp on the deck toward Aeneas’s medical bay, where Samuel had been transported.

Anna and I shared a look before we both walked out of the conference room and made our way to the medical bay.

Chapter 21

We rushed into Aeneas’s medical bay on the first deck. It was larger than Gilgamesh’s. At least three times the size, it had four beds along with an operating room which was separated from the rest of the bay. Several large cabinets, likely filled with medical supplies, were built into the walls. Despite the fact that the Community had access to this facility, it was clear that it wasn’t used very often, though it was likely they had taken bandages, antibiotics, and medicines when needed.

Samuel sat up in one of the corner beds, slurping down a bowl of soup. I didn’t blame him — it had been almost a week since he’d had a proper meal and not something fed to him intravenously. He looked thin and pale — a far cry from the warrior he had once been. It was amazing what one week in a hospital bed could do to a man. It was almost as bad as the original injury. A bandage still wrapped his forehead, and heavy bruising discolored a good portion of his head above his left eye.

Makara knelt beside the bed, looking at his face. For now, Samuel was just concentrated on trying to get the soup down. Lauren observed from beside him.

“Take it easy,” Makara said. “Not too fast.”

Samuel paused mid-slurp. “I remember how to eat, Makara. For a younger sister, you tend to act like an older.”

“Quiet,” she said, “and eat your soup.”

Makara turned to Lauren. “Is more being brought?”

She nodded. “I had Ruth go get a second bowl.”

Ashton entered the bay, striding over to Samuel’s bed. Samuel slowly turned his head to face him.

“How are you feeling?” Ashton asked.

Samuel drained the rest of his bowl, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Like hell. I’ve really been out for six days?”

“You have,” Ashton said.

“What did I miss?”

I laughed at that. At my laughter, Samuel turned his head ever so slightly to look at me. It hurt me a bit just to see how battered he was. A contusion such as he had taken on the head would take months to fully heal — that is, if it ever fully healed. Being in a coma for six days might have had lasting effects. But so far, Samuel seemed alright.

“I’m being serious,” Samuel said. “I want to know every single thing I missed.” He looked around the medical bay. “Because it seems like a lot.”

“Well, for one,” Anna said, stepping forward to the bed. “We have a new spaceship.”

I followed Anna’s steps to the bed.

“Perseus?” Samuel asked. “Orion?”

Anna shook her head. “No. This is Aeneas, which we found in Bunker 84.”

“Bunker 84?”

“Alright,” Makara said, cutting off my response. “We need to let Samuel recoup for a couple of days before we overload him with information.”

“Really,” Samuel said. “It’s fine.”

“That’s an order,” Makara said. “Let’s give him the space he needs and let Ashton run his diagnostic.”

Even if all I wanted to do was talk to Samuel, and even if that was all he wanted, I could see that Makara made sense.

Anna pulled on my shirtsleeve. “I think we’re getting kicked out.”

“Oh,” I said. “Right.”

We left the medical bay behind. When I reached the corridor, Samuel called out.

“Alex.”

Samuel’s voice was loud, but raspy. He hadn’t used it for almost a week.

“Any word from your friend?”

It took me a moment to realize who he was talking about. I realized he was speaking of the Wanderer.

“Nothing,” I said.

Samuel nodded. He looked at me a moment longer before turning his attention back to Makara.

“Let’s go,” Anna said.

I followed her out of the medical bay and into the outside corridor. I wasn’t sure where she was leading me. We made our way to the bridge. In the past few days, the deck had been cleaned by Community members. Every vestige of Elias was gone from this place.

Anna sighed as she sat in the pilot’s seat. I took up a jump seat not too far away. She stared out the windshield that had once been covered with Elias’s slime. Now that it was clean, it revealed the dark hangar outside. Several New Angels walked past below, staring into the bridge.

“I just wanted us to be alone for a moment.”

Even though we’d had three days of down time, Anna and I had not seen much of each other. This was our first time to talk since we got everyone settled in here.

She reached for my hand, intertwining her fingers in mine. I drew the hand toward my chest. Anna followed my pull by standing and sharing her seat with me. Her head settled into my shoulder, her hair caressing my cheek.

“I just want to stay here for a while,” she said.

I held Anna close, as if to protect her from everything we had gone through. Her moments of vulnerability were rare, so all I could do was cherish them when they came.

“You doing better?”

She nodded into my chest. “Yeah. I don’t know why my nerves got to me up there. I think it was the flying more than anything else. I’m used to copiloting, but piloting is much different.”

“How so?”

“How to explain,” she said. “For one, you are in control. Anything that goes wrong is your fault. You control the steering, and in a tough situation, you have to make a snap decision. And it has to be right.”

“Sounds like a lot of pressure.

“It is. I’m not sure that kind of pressure is for me. I’m happy just to stab a Howler or two.”

I felt the same way. Though I had led the team in Bunker 84, it didn’t exactly go well. Everyone had come out in one piece at least.

I’d played the scenario over and over in my head and I didn’t see how I could have done anything better. If I had pulled everyone out of the Bunker, as Makara had wanted, then we wouldn’t have gained Bunker 84 in the first place and the Community would still be down there with their ship. Maybe Askala would have forced them to come out and they would have actually nuked Los Angeles.

There was no telling. No one died, which was the most I could hope for.

“What are we going to do, when the time comes?” Anna asked.

I didn’t have to ask what she meant: the coming fight with Askala and my part in it. It was something we had talked about before.

“The Wanderer told me,” Anna said. “That I would lose the one I loved.” She looked at me with a mixture of pain and longing. I was held by her gaze, those beautiful eyes that had captured me time and again. I hated to see them looking at me like that.

I touched her face, stroking her left cheek with my thumb. “You need to smile.”

She did, but the sadness still lingered. The sadness I could never take away, no matter what I tried. Because, like it or not, the Wanderer’s words held true. I would have to sacrifice myself. Whether he meant death, or something else, Anna was going to lose me. I was going to lose her. It was the price that had to be paid. If everyone else in the world could be saved, what was our love in comparison to that? Our love was our world, but it wasn’t theirs. Our sacrifice would be worth it if thousands or even millions would go on to love because we had sacrificed ours upon the altar.

Even if this thought made sense logically, every part of me screamed against it. I didn’t want to be with Anna merely now — I wanted to be with her forever. When all of this was over, I wanted to settle down with her. Marry her. Have kids…

Unbidden, tears came to my eyes. These thoughts were cruel and I didn’t dare mention them aloud. Anna only held me. She kissed me on the cheek, twice, her mouth trailing down my neck. I relaxed into the chair.

“Sorry,” she said. “I probably shouldn’t…”

I pulled her close, silencing her with kisses. She responded in kind — but we couldn’t go on. We couldn’t take this any further because it would only make it more painful, in the end.

At last, she desisted and rested her head on my shoulder. We sat there for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth in a cold world. It was as sweet as it was painful.

“I love you,” I said. “I needed to tell you that.”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

Anna didn’t answer.

“Don’t say don’t,” I said. “It’s what I wanted to say, even back in the arena.”

She didn’t say anything for a long while. Even if she didn’t return the words, I could rest content, knowing that I’d told her.

“I know you love me,” she said, finally. “I see it every day in your eyes. And I’m sorry.”

“I…thought you felt the same way.”

“Of course I do. It’s just…don’t be sorry. About anything. And don’t feel pressured to…I don’t know. Haven’t you thought that it might be better not to love?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. But isn’t the cat already out of the bag?”

“I already told you I loved you, Alex. But I guess you weren’t listening.”

“When did you say that?”

“The Wanderer,” Anna said. “Don’t you remember? He told me I would lose the one I loved. That the one I loved would…”

She sighed, and never finished. She gripped my back, nestling even closer to me.

“I just wish it were different,” she said. “I feel like every day that gets closer…”

“Just don’t think about it,” I said. “Just…enjoy the moment. What’s simpler than that?”

Anna said nothing. I felt troubled the longer the silence went on. After a while, I looked down at her, seeing that her eyes were closed. Soon, her breathing was even. She had fallen asleep right on top of me, arms wrapped around my torso as if she never wanted to let go.

Since I wasn’t going anywhere, I closed my own eyes and also fell asleep.

* * *

Anna woke me sometime later. We had probably dozed for fifteen minutes or so.

“Come on,” she said.

She led me to her cabin aboard Gilgamesh. She led me to her bed, where we lay down together.

“I want you to be near me,” she said.

We crowded onto the tiny bed and covered ourselves in the blanket. Anna cuddled against me.

“This is better,” she said.

I wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. I’d never felt about any girl the way I felt about Anna.

“When the time comes…” Anna said.

“Don’t talk about it.”

Anna was quiet for a moment.

“When the time comes,” she began again, turning to face me. “I will save you. I will find a way. I promise.”

I knew she meant it, and that was what pained me the most. There was nothing I could say to dissuade her from that. So I said nothing.

She kissed me on the lips.

“We’ll find a way,” she said. “The Wanderer doesn’t know everything, does he?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said.

Anna’s eyes showed her hurt. “Don’t tell me to not to worry about it, Alex. Because it’s all I can do. I have nightmares about losing you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t used to anyone feeling that way about me, so it felt…wrong. I didn’t know how to explain it. It made me more afraid than I’d ever been in my life.

“Just accept everything for what it’s worth.”

I looked into Anna’s face, realizing just how very young she was. How young we both were. We were both technically kids, and yet the world had turned us into something different, something in between. Right now, I saw her fear, her vulnerability. All of the things she had been hiding from the others, and I loved her all the more for it.

“Whatever happens, it’ll be alright,” I said.

“No, it won’t,” Anna said. “You won’t leave me alone in the world.”

“And leave the world to die?”

Anna didn’t respond to that. She knew I couldn’t just abandon my mission. But I couldn’t abandon her, either. It was a dilemma I was not prepared to face. I couldn’t see how anyone could face it.

“I will find a way.” She smiled. “Don’t make me repeat it again or I’ll bonk you in the head.”

I kissed her forehead. “Let’s just not think about it. Let’s just…be.”

Anna sighed, pulling me close and settling her head against my chest. I wanted nothing more than to protect her. And yet, the only thing I couldn’t protect her from was myself and what I had to do.

Then, a thought struck me. There was one thing I could do. It was a small chance, but perhaps it was possible.

“What are you thinking?” Anna asked.

I didn’t answer for a moment. Would it work?

“I need to see Askal.”

Anna pulled back, looking up at me. “Askal?”

“I haven’t seen him since Bunker 108. Does he know where we are?”

“Yeah,” Anna said. “I think he followed us here. You were asleep pretty much the whole way, so…”

I nodded. “Where is he, then?”

“He might have returned to the Great Blight by now,” Anna said. “There isn’t much fungus up here to eat.”

I guessed that much was true. What was I planning on doing, anyway? Riding the dragon all the way in the bitter cold to the Great Blight so I could speak to the Wanderer and see if there was another way?

Then again, maybe there was a way to communicate to the Wanderer across distance. Elias, after all, had communicated with Askala. The Wanderer had appeared to me in a vision when I’d been knocked out by the sleeping spores released by the Xenolith. Maybe it had only been an effect of the spores, but maybe I could try to talk to him again. I didn’t know how I’d go about doing that — but I did it in a way that I had not done in a long, long time.

I began to pray.

I have no idea if you’re listening. But I need to talk to you.

I tried to make my thoughts go across the distance, not knowing if it would help or not.

Something’s changed, I continued. I don’t know if I can go through with this. Please. Talk to me. Tell me there is another way.

I listened for a moment, almost expecting an immediate response. I heard nothing. It had reminded me of the many times I had tried to pray as a kid. Bring my mom back. Bring my sister back. The bring-back prayers always seemed to hit an invisible wall, because when God took something, he didn’t mean to give it back.

Anna’s breaths were even. She had fallen asleep. Perhaps it would be best if I did the same.

Chapter 22

The dark sky swirled with hellish red clouds. I stood on a ridge. Instantly, I knew where I was.

Ragnarok Crater.

I looked down. My vision, at first blurry, cleared to the point where I could see every detail of the Crater, even in the dim light. The entire ridge stretched around in a haphazard circle, softened only by a thick layer of pink and orange fungus. An iridescent glow covered the land, let off by the fungus, from which sprung spindly trees and twisted limbs, interconnected in a webby labyrinth of alien growth. Strange chortles and shrieks sounded from a xenoforest that reminded me very much of a jungle.

And then, there was the Crater itself, where the vegetation was so thick that I could hardly see into it. In the very center was a molten glow out of which lava churned. Ragnarok had to have cut deeply into the crust of the Earth for the magma to bleed out like blood. That wound would take centuries to heal. The ridge marched all the way around, almost like a wall. There looked to be no discernable way to get down from the outside. The only way was to come in by air — and somehow not be killed by all of the monsters living in the pink trees and vegetation, or to die from the lava spewing from the cracks in the surface. If someone had taken me here and told me it was Hell, I would have believed them.

A veil of white smoke overhung the Crater, slightly obscuring it from view. I looked around, hoping that the Wanderer would be here. But he wasn’t. I knew this to be a vision, though it was as real as life. I could feel the cold, dry air. I could feel my boots on my feet, the tufts of fungus beneath my soles, the clothes on my back. I even felt the familiar weight of my Beretta on my right side and my knife sitting opposite.

Was this real?

Unsure, I took a few steps forward, as if testing it out. It certainly felt real enough. Had I really fallen asleep on Gilgamesh only to wake up here?

Suddenly, three xenodragons flew out from the Crater from one of the cracks in the Earth, one after the other, shrieking as they streaked into the sky like missiles. Their wings unfolded as their bodies angled upward — it was as if they had been shot out. As their momentum slowed, their wings unfurled fully, and they took to the wind with deadly grace, allowing warm updrafts to carry them further and further upward. More dragons shot from the Earth, going after the first ones. There were a dozen or so, followed by still more…

I just watched for the next few minutes as more dragons vacated the Crater. I stopped counting after fifty.

“Los Angeles is the least of your concerns now,” a voice said.

I turned around to find the Wanderer standing behind me. He had just disembarked from his completely white dragon. I hadn’t heard him land. His eyes glowed white within his hood, his cloak thick and brown about him, its tail whipped by the wind. He wore leather boots and carried his trademark walking stick.

“Is this really happening?” I asked. “Am I really here?”

The Wanderer did not answer, merely staring up at the red sky. The dragons were now turning west.

West, toward us.

“Who are they attacking?”

“The time is coming,” the Wanderer said. “The final battle is about to start. Askala has already sent her legions to the outskirts of the Great Blight.”

“But we aren’t ready! We just needed another week…”

The Wanderer smiled, as if he understood that sentiment. “Askala has always been careful, and she does not take chances. She is striking when you are weakest; when you least expect it.”

“But how are we supposed to stop that?”

The Wanderer looked upward once more. His white eyes held no answers.

“Should we…should we attack now?”

The Wanderer looked at me once again. “In the end, it doesn’t matter who among humanity comes out on top. These are trifling concerns in the grand scheme of things. Are they not?”

“So you’re saying that we should end it now?”

The Wanderer shook his head. “No. I am saying that if something isn’t done now, humanity will soon be extinct. The Radaskim are launching their final assault. There is no time for disunity. All must come together as one.” The Wanderer leaned forward, his white eyes blazing. “You must unite them.”

At last, the dragons stopped leaving the Crater. The first that had left were now specks in the sky, lost in swirling, crimson cloud. I didn’t know how long it would take them to reach…

“Where are they going?” I asked.

The Wanderer continued to watch the sky. “They are searching for you.”

“They are coming to Bunker 84, then.”

Just after we had got everyone settled in, we were going to be attacked.

“As long as we are underground, they cannot reach us…right?”

The Wanderer nodded. “Maybe so. But it also means that you cannot leave.”

We stood on Ragnarok Crater’s rim for another minute or so.

“Elias said there was no darkness as great as the human heart.” I looked at the Wanderer. “Was he right?”

The Wanderer was quiet for a moment. “There is no darkness as great as the human heart. But he left out one critical point: there is also no light as great. Be wary of evil men, Alex. They always tell a half-truth because they can’t stomach the full.”

I was quiet at that. It was a moment before the Wanderer spoke again.

“We always have the choice, Alex, to be good. And sometimes, the most evil of men begin as the most good. In fact, that is almost always how it turns out.”

“I’m really going to have to do it, aren’t I?” I asked.

The Wanderer stared down at the Crater with me. “You see those cracks in the ground?”

“The ones the dragons came out of?” I asked.

The Wanderer nodded. “Those are the Warrens. Deep within those scars is Askala. I can sense her, down there.”

“Can she sense you?”

The Wanderer nodded. “Oh, yes. I know she can. Though you are here in a dream, I am here in the flesh.”

“Then why doesn’t she kill you?”

The Wanderer smiled. “Do you really think the heart of the Elekai is confined to this old body? If that were the case, then we’d have but to destroy Askala with a single blow. But it is not that simple, is it? That is why she must be infected — must be turned. She has been ‘destroyed’ before. It has never worked.”

“We were right to shoot down Grudge’s idea, then.”

The Wanderer nodded.

“There is no other way, then. I have to do this.”

The Wanderer did not answer for a moment. At last, he spoke.

“Be very careful, Alex,” The Wanderer said. “The time is coming and it is coming soon. You will face a choice. A series of choices. You must choose rightly, or it will all be for nothing.”

I didn’t bother asking what those choices were. The Wanderer would probably not tell me. It seemed he had a way of answering questions and leaving me with two more than I started. Asking him questions was a battle I was sure to lose.

All the same, I couldn’t stop myself. I thought of what Anna told me — how she would save me from having to die. I felt that the Wanderer was saying that this was one of the choices I would have to make.

“How are we supposed to get the Reapers to help us?” I asked. “How could I ever convince Makara to set aside her vengeance?”

“Perhaps you cannot,” the Wanderer said. “Makara is Makara, and always will be. So will Anna be, for that matter. Or Samuel. Or any of the rest.”

I paused. “You speak as if you know them.”

The Wanderer smiled. “Of course I do. I’ve looked into their eyes. I have seen their stories. You forget that night in the Boundless, three months ago. Their stories will continue and follow their courses and there is nothing you can do to stop that. You shouldn’t want to.”

“So…let Makara do what she wants with Carin Black?”

“That remains to be seen. Even I don’t know how all of this will play out. Everyone will be here soon, however. That much I can see.” He looked at me. “One thing is for sure; you must stand strong and be resolute. Trust your heart and your goodness even when death and chaos swirl around you. That is all any brave man can do.”

“Brave man.” I smiled. “I don’t really feel that brave.”

“We all feel fear, Alex. It’s what we do with it that counts.”

I didn’t know why, but the Wanderer always had a way of making sense. Not scientifically, maybe, but in the soul. It made me ask my stupidest question yet.

“Are you God or something?”

Suddenly, the Wanderer was laughing — a deep belly laugh. “No. I’m not God. But I am certainly something.”

“Sorry. I don’t know if it was the long white beard, the cloak, or your truth bombs. It just seems like you fit the bill.”

The Wanderer’s smile remained. It seemed to take him a moment to find his words.

“When you meet God, Alex, you will know. You won’t have to ask.”

The dragons, even the tail end of them, were now distant. I didn’t know how long it would take them to reach Bunker 84. Nonstop, it might be a full day. It was hard to predict.

“I need to warn the others,” I said.

The Wanderer nodded. “You must hurry. We will have one chance, and one chance only, to strike. We cannot waste it.”

“And Augustus?” I asked.

“I know you see him as your enemy,” the Wanderer said. “But he comes at an opportune time. Make use of it. Make whatever promises you must make in order to complete your mission. The survival of all depends upon it.”

The Wanderer then turned to me, his glowing white eyes haunting. He leaned forward, grasping my wrists with both of his gnarled hands. His walking stick fell to the ground.

“You must unite them.”

I found myself nodding, and as I did so, everything swirled about me and I felt the vision fade.

* * *

I awoke with Anna still cradled in my arms. My heart was pounding like crazy and sweat covered my entire body. Anna slept on, her breathing even. It was dead quiet, save for the hum of the fusion drive aft. I almost didn’t believe the dream was real.

Almost.

“Anna,” I said, shaking her shoulder.

I felt her stirring, her muscles tensing.

“The Wanderer came to me.”

She turned to face me. Her eyelids were heavy. “Oh?”

“You’re not going to believe this, but we have to get moving.”

Anna suddenly looked more alert. “Get moving?”

“The Radaskim are attacking,” I said. “He showed me the Crater, and there’s at least fifty dragons headed this way.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. If they get here, then we won’t be able to get out. They’ll lock us in.”

Anna sat up now, the sheets falling from her body. “Okay. How sure are you?”

“We need to get going. Even if it was just a crazy dream — and I don’t think it was — we need to confirm it.”

“Where are we going?” Anna asked, sliding out of bed.

I stood up, checking my digital watch. It was 03:30. Not as bad as I thought.

“We can make the announcement from the bridge,” Anna said.

“Let’s go,” I said. “I’m not sure how much time we have.”

* * *

Thirty minutes later, everyone from the inner crew was gathered in Gilgamesh’s conference room. Makara had rolled Samuel in on a wheelchair. Julian and Michael were next. Char and Marcus entered not too long after, followed by Ruth and Lauren. Each took up their seats at the conference table. When they asked me what this was about, I told them I wanted to wait until everyone arrived. Ashton was the last to enter. Groggy-eyed, he sat at the head of the table.

“Now, what is the fuss about?” he asked.

“The Radaskim are attacking.”

Everyone turned toward me. They hadn’t expected that.

“And you know this, how?” Ashton asked.

“The Wanderer came to me in a vision,” I said.

I sounded ridiculous saying it. I never believed in such things until recently. But the Wanderer had come to me before in a dream and it had turned out to mean something then.

“I know that might not be solid, empirical evidence,” I said, “but this is the Wanderer we’re talking about. In my dream I stood on the edge of Ragnarok Crater, seeing it in perfect detail. At least fifty dragons are on their way here, hunting me.”

Everyone stared at me, as if trying to decide whether or not I was serious.

“How far away are they?” Makara asked.

“I’m not sure,” I said. “When we leave, we can fly this ship in that direction and do some scouting…”

“No need,” Ashton said. “I’d like to do a little more damage than that.”

Everyone was now looking at him.

“What do you mean, more damage?” Samuel asked.

“Aeneas still has three nukes left,” Ashton said. “Why not meet that force in the middle and take it out for good? We might end up destroying it entirely.”

“Wait,” I said, “wasn’t it you who just said that nukes are unpredictable?”

Ashton shrugged. “They are, especially when it comes to taking out the entirety of the Radaskim at Ragnarok Crater. But as far as a pack of dragons, hopefully traveling close together… it could completely wipe them out, or at least thin their numbers to make them manageable.”

I found myself agreeing. If these dragons were going to follow me, there was no way we could deal with all fifty of them at once. We had to find a way to thin the herd.

A nuke might be the best way to do that.

“Let’s try it,” Samuel said.

I didn’t know what it was he did, but everyone started nodding their heads. It was good to have our leader back. I wondered why he was in the wheelchair. Perhaps the injury had done something to his coordination. Whatever the case, it troubled me. His thinking, however, appeared to be clear, which was what counted.

Wheelchair or not, it looked like we had Samuel back.

“Let’s have both ships packed and ready to go,” Samuel said. “I don’t want to take much food — everyone here will need it more than we do. We’ll take enough crew to man the ships. We’ll only be in the air, after all. We can leave Char and Marcus to handle things at home.”

Makara nodded. “Sounds good.”

Samuel looked around the table. “Questions?”

No one said anything. It looked like we had our plan.

“Let’s get started, then.”

Chapter 23

Four hours later, both Aeneas and Gilgamesh were in the air. We sped east toward the Rockies, across Northern Nevada, and into Western Wyoming. Though it was now dawn, there was no light in the sky. The clouds were dark and thick, blocking all light. Even going above them did little to help matters. We were as close to Ragnarok Crater as we had ever been, and somehow, it showed. Visibility was little to none.

“We can’t get visual on these dragons with these damned clouds.”

Makara’s voice exited the speakers. She was flying the Gilgamesh, which she was more comfortable with. With her were Samuel, Julian, and Michael. Ashton and Anna piloted the Aeneas. I sat up front with them both.

We would be the ones to pull the trigger, when the time came.

“Steady as she goes,” Ashton said. “Radar’s picking something up dead ahead.”

At long last, there was a break in the clouds, and we saw them. The vision had been real.

They flew in the dozens, flying high on the wind toward the west with a single purpose. The mountains below reached up in jagged spires, wreathed in cloud and covered in snow. The sun broke between two mountain peaks, casting a red, bloodlike light upon the flying dragons.

Both ships slowed to a hover. The dragons were probably about a mile out.

“Fire when ready, Ashton,” Samuel said.

There was no hesitation. Ashton pressed the button, and a streak of light shot out from Aeneas, hissing and creating a glowing trail in the cold mountain air.

As if on cue, the dragons broke, avoiding the path of the nuke. The missile tracked one dragon flying in the middle of the pack, igniting in a massive mushroom cloud.

The windshield tinted automatically, detecting the sharp increase in light. All vision of the dragons was lost as the massive wall of sound pummeled the ship.

Ashton guided Aeneas around, blasting in the direction from which we had come. This time Gilgamesh was right on our tail.

For the next two minutes, we sped away from the site of the blast. It came nowhere near to catching us.

“Are they gone?” Makara asked, her voice coming from the dash.

“We need confirmation,” Ashton said.

“We’ll check it out,” Makara said. “Be ready for anything.”

The ships turned back to face the site of the explosion. The clouds were lit with a fiery light — either from the dawn or from the remnants of the blast. As we advanced another thirty seconds, the cloud came into view, bulging upward and outward. It seemed as if there were no end to its colossal force.

“I am become death, destroyer of worlds,” Ashton intoned.

Anna and I looked at each other. She shrugged.

“It’s from the Epic of Gilgamesh.” Ashton shook his head. “Don’t you kids know anything?”

“Never heard of it,” Anna said.

“Well, I thought it was fitting.”

We hovered at a safe distance from the mass of clouds. Apart from that movement, nothing stirred in the air. It appeared as if…

Suddenly, everything rocked as the ship dropped to port. Red lights flashed. A terrible shriek sounded from outside the ship.

We had been attacked from above.

The ship was falling, fast. I held onto the dash for dear life as the mountains reached up for us. Something chewed on the bridge from above. Covering the upper right corner of the windshield was the pointed end of a wing.

“Mayday, mayday!” Ashton said.

“Ashton!” Makara shouted. “Engage retrothrusters!”

“I am!” he shouted back. “They’re not responding.”

Another crash jolted the ship, from further back. The ship spun ever downward. No sound came from the speakers.

We had lost contact with Gilgamesh.

I suddenly heard a series of pecks slam into the hull of the ship. I thought at first that it was the dragons. But I then realized it was Gilgamesh firing on us in an attempt to kill the dragons.

“Still going down!” Ashton shouted. “There’s too many of them!”

“We need to abandon ship,” Anna said.

I realized she was right. Aeneas wasn’t in a nosedive, but it would be soon. As more and more flying bodies slammed the top of the ship, it became increasingly clear that this was a fight we couldn’t win. We had to reach the ejection pods before it became impossible to even walk to them. They weren’t far — just off the main corridor leading to the bridge.

We unstrapped ourselves from our seats. Before turning for the corridor, I saw the form of a dragon spin down to Earth, spewing purple blood. Makara had at least shot one, but she still had dozens more to kill yet. That nuke had not killed off as many as we had thought.

I pulled Anna along, pushing her in front of me. She ran toward the corridor.

I reached a hand backward to assist Ashton. The old man gave me his arm, and I pulled him toward the corridor.

More dragons slammed into the hull from above, forcing the ship further downward.

“Come on!”

Anna pushed me into the ejection pod. Ashton lost his balance and was about to fall backward into the bridge from which we had climbed. I grabbed his arm, and Anna grabbed my torso. Together, we pulled Ashton into the pod. I slammed the door shut.

A second later, I was pushed back into the door as the pod shot out from the ship. I floated upward inside the pod, then slammed into the ceiling from the drop. From the port in the door I saw only misty gray.

A pair of hands pulled me backward, forcing me into a seat. I felt straps cover my body and snap into the buckle. Anna tried to do the same for Ashton.

“Help me lift him into the seat,” Anna said.

I helped pull on Ashton. As we fell down and down, somehow, someway, he managed to strap himself in.

“Now,” Anna said.

She pushed a button near the door. Suddenly, the pod lifted up again. She had deployed a parachute.

I could see nothing outside from the port. I could only hear the wind, whooshing by…

From somewhere distant, I heard a crash and explosion. Aeneas had fallen, crashed into some mountain where it would rest forevermore. We floated downward. I felt my breakfast come up, and forced it back down with great difficulty.

A few seconds later, a massive thud jolted us all. Our seats bounced up and down on springs, obviously built with suspension.

Then the pod started to roll. But it only rolled once before sliding to a stop.

Our panicked breaths filled the pod, clouding the window.

“Everyone alright?” Anna asked.

I nodded, though there was little point to such a gesture. It was too dark to see anything. We were pointed away from the sun, and the clouds were so thick that little dawn light found its way inside.

“Ashton?” I asked.

He was quiet, his head slumped to the side. A trail of blood snaked its way down from the corner of his mouth.

“Oh no…”

Anna unstrapped her safety harness, making her way to the scientist. She placed two fingers on his neck, waiting a moment. Another.

“He’s alive,” she said. “He must have passed out from the G-forces.”

From above, I heard the wail of dragons. At least three shrieks sounded as they circled above.

“They know we’re here,” I said.

“So does Gilgamesh,” Anna said. “These pods have tracking devices built in. As long as we stay here…”

Ashton stirred. “That is not advised.”

“Ashton!”

I unstrapped myself from my seat.

“I’m fine,” Ashton said. “Thanks for asking.”

“We need to move,” I said. “Those things could knock this pod down this mountain for good.”

“How do you know we’re on a mountain?” Anna asked.

“Because we’re surrounded by them.”

“Now, don’t fight, you two,” Ashton said. “Let me just get this door so we can get our bearings.”

Ashton stood up on unsteady legs, reaching for the latch. Frost had already collected on the outer shell of the pod.

“Must be cold out there,” Ashton said.

“Like I said,” Anna said. “It would be best to stay here until Gilgamesh comes.”

“If it comes,” I said. “We have no idea if they’re okay, too. We need to get out and see what’s going on.”

“Unfortunately, all of our cold weather gear was on that ship. We wouldn’t last thirty minutes out there.”

Anna had a point. At the same time, oxygen was also a commodity, and this pod sure didn’t have a lot of that.

“We can’t stay in here forever,” I said. “This air’s already stale. We need to get out and scout around. Hell, maybe the ship didn’t crash too far away. There might even be supplies we can use.”

“I don’t know, Alex. I guess it’s worth a try.”

I nodded, and reached for the latch. It felt colder than ice on my bare hands. I took a deep breath, and opened it up.

And was greeted by an image of frozen Hell. Gray ice covered everything, and a tall precipice was only a few feet away, falling seemingly into colorless infinity. It took all of my gumption to step out of that pod. I was rewarded by slipping and falling on my butt, only to slide further toward the ledge.

“Whoa!”

I reached out, grabbing a rock that felt hot to the touch. No, not hot. Cold. So damn cold that it felt like a stovetop.

I switched to my other hand to take some of the pain off. Already I felt my bare fingers going numb.

“Alex!” Anna was standing in the doorway. She was too far away to reach me.

“Hold on,” I said. “I’ve got this.”

I reached my other arm up, pulling myself along the ice to where I was sitting on the rock. The pod was just a few feet up the ledge, sitting atop some more rocks — an island in a sea of ice. If we had landed just several feet to one side or the other, the pod would have surely fallen off the cliff and we would have died.

Well, that death probably would have been less painful than what we were about to face now.

I saw ahead about a hundred feet in every direction before thick dust cut off my vision. The harshest of all winds, like the devil’s breath, blasted me from the side, chilling me to the bone.

We wouldn’t last an hour out here.

“Get back inside,” Anna said.

That was easier said than done. I had to cross the ice again, and if I fell, I might not be lucky enough to catch myself this time.

There was no way I was staying out here. The dragons were gone for now, but the cold was my worst enemy. If I could get back in the pod, we could wait for Gilgamesh to pick us up. If there was a Gilgamesh left.

I took a careful step — then another — before slipping again. The ice was just so smooth and sloped. Anna was there to grab my arms. Together, she and Ashton pulled me inside the pod. As I sprawled on the floor the door slammed shut behind me.

“Well,” Ashton said, breath clouding the pod’s interior, “there’s our answer.”

“All we can do is wait,” Anna said.

* * *

For hours, we did just that. We huddled in the back corner of the pod. The air had barely warmed and was already stale.

“Should we open the door again?” I asked.

Anna shook her head, shivering. “I’d rather suffocate than feel that cold.”

Ashton said nothing at all, closing his eyes.

“Don’t die on me, Ashton,” I said.

“I’m not dying,” he said, raspingly. “Just taking a little nap, is all.”

“That’s how you die in the cold,” Anna said. “Just stay focused.”

Focused on what? It wasn’t like that would make Gilgamesh…

The sound of an engine swooped from above.

“There it is!” I said, standing. “They’re alive!”

Anna shook her head. “About damn time.”

Even Ashton managed a small smile.

“Come on,” I said, moving for the door. “We have to get out.”

I forced the door open again. The sun was at least shining a bit, but it had done nothing to warm the air. The cold was even more unbearable than before. We had to bear it, though. Just a little while longer.

I tested a step on a rock just outside the pod door. It held because it was not covered with ice. The ice ended about six feet to my right. There was no way I could jump that distance, so I would have to slide down the ice, angling myself to the right until I hit the bank of rock on the other side. However, I had to stop myself before reaching the precipice just ten feet downward.

It was risky, but there was no other way out.

“Here goes nothing,” I said.

I pushed out as far as I could, sliding both down and away from the pod. I reached out for a particularly large rock, grabbing with both hands. Thankfully, it held my weight. I pulled myself toward it, rolling onto the rock and off of the ice.

“You expect me to do that, boy?” Ashton asked.

“I’ll give you a boost,” Anna said. “Alex can catch you.”

Ashton shook his head, his white hair blowing wild in the wind. Already, his lips were blue.

He knelt on his knees, and Anna shoved with all of her might. Ashton shot across the ice — far faster than I expected him to — and started to slide down toward me. I reached out, grabbing him by the arms. Thankfully, enough of his momentum from Anna’s push allowed me to pull him the rest of the way. He slid right on top of me, cursing.

When he rolled off of me, Anna took her turn. She slid with ease down the ice, grabbing the rock as I had, albeit with more grace. Her katana was strapped to her back; at least it had been saved.

I stood, and I could now see a good ways over the cliff. The sun had broken through a lot of the dust, and below, between the mountainside and another mountain, I could see the wreckage of Aeneas. Fires burned throughout its hull, snapped in two. Metallic pieces of the ship littered the packed snow and ice, like a gigantic insect that had been stripped of its exoskeleton.

“Come on,” Anna said. “There’s nothing for us there.”

She pointed upward, toward the slope. Barely discernable on the wind was the sound of Gilgamesh’s fusion drive.

“It’s just over that rise,” she said. “Come on.”

She struck a course up the slope, picking her way carefully. Ashton and I followed her trail.

Finally, we came to the rise. The bright sun shined, and the glacier upon which we stood was blinding. Two men stood at the bottom of the ship’s boarding ramp, waving us on board. Probably Michael and Julian. Each toted a semiautomatic rifle. I didn’t remember them having those.

I started forward a few steps. Anna grabbed my arm.

“What?” I asked.

Then, I saw. Ashton’s face was pale in a way that had nothing to do with the fierce cold.

I read the name along the hull of the ship. Orion.

This wasn’t Gilgamesh. It took a moment for that thought to register.

This ship was not Gilgamesh.

Then, my eyes drifted above the name of the ship to rest on a man who stood on the ship’s bridge, watching us. A smile was on his lips, and a familiar, almost friendly gleam was in those brown eyes…

There was no way.

It was Emperor Augustus of Nova Roma.

Chapter 24

I didn’t know whether to run, hide, or scream. The Emperor of Nova Roma had somehow caught us in the last place we expected to see him: the sub-zero mountains of Wyoming on a cold, late December day.

I fell to my knees, not even caring about the sting of the cold glacier through my pants. I was done. I had fought as much as I could. We were as good as dead, whether we ran from that ship or toward it.

I had to decide between a bullet and the cold.

“Come on,” Ashton said, pulling on my arm.

He walked forward a few steps. Realizing we hadn’t followed, he turned around. Anna and I stared at him, uncomprehending.

“You kids want to die out here or what?”

Of the three of us, Ashton should have been the last one to urge us forward. Augustus had an axe to grind with him. Because of Ashton, Augustus hadn’t been allowed inside Bunker One. I supposed Augustus was fairly happy with the way things turned out, seeing that Bunker One fell in 2048. Thirty years later, Augustus was getting his reunion.

Ashton resumed his forward march. Anna and I looked at one another for a moment before forcing ourselves onto weary feet. My hands and feet were so numb I couldn’t feel them and my lower legs were starting to feel the same way. We had to get inside to warm up.

We caught up to Ashton. The two guards flanking the boarding ramp motioned us onto the ship. They were covered head-to-toe in warm clothing, their outer layer a white, fur-lined parka. Masks covered their faces for further protection against the cold. Clearly Augustus had taken time to ensure his men were well-equipped — probably something we should have done ourselves. As soon as we started walking up the ramp, the blast door opened. I wasn’t sure what would meet us inside.

When we stepped in, the air was warm but it would take a while for us to thaw. We stood huddled and shivering as the two guards came in behind. The blast door shut. I heard the boarding ramp retract.

The two guards conversed in Spanish for a moment before one of took off his mask. I recognized him as Maxillo, Chief Praetorian of Nova Roma.

“Maxillo!” I said, unable to restrain yourself. “You’re alive!”

I’d last seen the Praetorian on the mountain road outside of Nova Roma. Along with his guards, we had been ambushed by a group of crawlers, and later, a xenodragon.

He shook his head. “Yes. Only five of my Praetorians survived that night. Many in the city died. But we are here. The Emperor knows this is where the true battle will begin.”

The deck of Orion vibrated as its engine thrummed. The ship was preparing for liftoff.

From what I could see, Orion’s interior was exactly the same as Odin’s. Ashton had once mentioned that those two ships, along with Perseus, had been based on the same schematics.

“Augustus has ordered that you seat yourselves until the ship is in flight,” Maxillo said. “For safety reasons.”

Ashton muttered something about safety and his butt, but in the end, allowed himself to be led to the wardroom table. More Praetorians found a wall on which to support themselves in preparation for the ship’s liftoff. It looked as if Augustus had taken the time to select new Praetorians for his elite guard, only it did not look as if all twenty-five were aboard the Orion.

As the ship lifted, I felt Anna touch my hand under the table.

“We’ll be fine,” I said, opening my hand to hold hers.

“The tracker,” she said. “That’s how he found us.”

I looked at her questioningly. Then, I remembered what she had said about the escape pod. Each one was equipped with a tracking device so that another ship could find it. Only it wasn’t Gilgamesh, but Orion, that found us.

I had no idea if Makara, Samuel, Michael, and Julian were okay. Had they crashed as well? Or had they gotten away? If they had escaped, then they would have saved us rather than Augustus.

As these thoughts spun in my head, Orion stabilized and reached a steady cruise speed. My biggest question was how Augustus got his hands on a spaceship and how he had found someone to pilot it.

Maxillo entered the wardroom from the corridor leading to the bridge. I hadn’t even noticed that he had left in the first place.

“The Emperor will see you now.”

We sat at the table for a moment before rising. Two Praetorians flanked the corridor. The one on my right reached out his hand.

“Your weapons.”

Begrudgingly, I handed over my cherished Beretta and my combat knife. Anna unstrapped her katana from her back while Ashton handed the other Praetorian his handgun.

They waved us ahead, and I followed Ashton down the corridor — past the conference room and into the bridge.

Already Augustus sat facing toward us in the co-pilot’s chair, a smile stretched across his face. Sitting in the pilot’s seat, still facing ahead, was a man I had never seen before. I looked at Ashton. Maybe he knew who this man was. If he did, he gave no sign of recognition.

“Welcome aboard the Orion,” Augustus said.

Below, the clouds sped underneath. From the LCD, we looked to be flying southwest. That would take us back to the Wasteland. California.

Maybe even Los Angeles.

“Where are we going?” Ashton asked.

“No thanks for your rescue?” Augustus shook his head. “I should have suspected as much.”

“We both know what this is, Santos,” Ashton said.

Augustus frowned at the mention of his real name.

“What is it then, Cornelius?”

“Revenge.”

Augustus laughed. “Revenge? For what? The sweetest revenge would have been to let you freeze to death on that glacier. I saved you because I believe the past can be forgiven. Especially when so much is at stake.”

Ashton growled, but said nothing. Augustus turned his eyes on me and Anna.

“Perhaps the two of you will be more accommodating. I’ve been waiting for this meeting so that we can start the final attack on Ragnarok Crater.”

“Well, why now?” I asked. “Were you waiting until you were sure you could win?”

Augustus smiled. “Very good, Alex. As you have recognized, it would have been foolish for me to have revealed myself until the time was right. After all, you see me as your enemy. I had to wait for the right opportunity.”

“That’s an interesting way to put it,” Anna said.

Since no one had asked, I supposed I would. “How did you rescue this ship?”

“The old-fashioned way. Blood and boots on the ground. A couple of thousand died on the way there, but in the end we found our way to Bunker Six.” Augustus gestured toward his pilot. “Meet Jonas Sparks, of Bunker One.”

The pilot swiveled in his chair to face us. He had blond, spiked hair, thick glasses, and pale complexion. He offered no form of greeting. He looked to be forty years old.

“Jonas Sparks,” Ashton said. “Yes, I remember that name. Worked in aviation.”

Sparks offered a bland smile. “I’m surprised you even know the name. It’s an honor, Ashton.”

“Sparks found a place in Nova Roma,” Augustus said. “He found his way to my borders after Bunker One fell. He has a knack for technology. You can understand how I might be interested in someone with his abilities. Using Sparks to find the lost spaceships has been part of my plan all along. We knew where the spaceships were housed from data we had previously downloaded from Bunker archives. It was just a matter of reaching them and putting Jonas in the seat long enough to figure out how it all worked. And of course, Sparks took the liberty of disabling the component that allowed you to track us — meaning neither of you could see that both Orion and Perseus had gone online, while I could track the positions of both Odin and Gilgamesh — and, interestingly, Aeneas.”

“And two thousand of your men died doing this?” I asked.

“Regrettably, yes. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think it worth the price. And it has been. Because now I have three key members of the Wasteland Resistance in my hands.”

“Is that what you’re calling us?” Anna asked. “The Wasteland Resistance?”

I wasn’t focusing on that, though. Augustus mentioned that he had three members in his possession. That meant that Makara and the others had gotten away.

“It was a pity your friends crashed as well,” Augustus said. “You were the lucky ones.”

Augustus watched us, his expression inscrutable. I was unable to believe it. If I understood correctly, then Augustus was saying…

“…Wait,” I said. “You’re saying they’re gone.”

Augustus nodded gravely. “Yes. Gilgamesh was a mass of flames when we found it in the valley below.”

“He’s lying,” Anna said.

“Why should I lie?” Augustus asked. “Surely you saw the ship crashing down yourself. You were so near to each other at the time. My own data shows both ships going offline within seconds of each other.”

Gilgamesh offline. We had gone through so much that it seemed impossible for Makara, Samuel, Michael, and Julian to be dead. There was no way.

“Unless I see it with my own eyes, I won’t believe it,” I said.

Augustus turned to Jonas. “Captain Sparks. If you would.”

Jonas nodded, angling the ship back in the direction we had just come from.

“No…” Anna said. “It can’t be.”

“There was no escape pod used, as was the case with Aeneas,” Augustus said. “The only logical conclusion is…”

I tried to think of another possibility. But nothing came to mind. Was it really unbelievable that Makara and the others had died? It made all the sense in the world.

I simply couldn’t believe it.

“I want that ship scoured on foot,” Ashton said, his voice firm. “I refuse to believe they are dead until I see evidence to support it.”

Augustus smiled, shaking his head. “We are nearly there. You will have your evidence soon enough.”

* * *

Orion touched down five minutes later. The dragons that had attacked not a few hours ago were completely gone, probably well on their way to Bunker 84. There was nothing we could do about that.

The way the ship was oriented, I couldn’t see the crash. Both Augustus and Jonas unstrapped themselves from their seats.

“Find warm clothing for them,” Augustus said to Maxillo. “It will be warmer in the valley, but they suffered a lot outside. Take no chances.”

Maxillo nodded, barking a few orders to some of his Praetorians. Within minutes, we were dressed in the same white parkas that all Praetorians were.

Prepared and waiting in the wardroom, Augustus ordered the blast door opened, letting in a rush of cold air. The temperature was at least fifty degrees warmer than it had been in the mountains. That seemed a sharp increase, but when I saw the valley floor it began to make sense.

The ground was coated in pink xenofungus.

The fungus naturally radiated heat, which, when coupled with the lower elevation, accounted for the much warmer temperature. Even so, it was still quite cold.

I raised my eyes to see everything Augustus described. Gilgamesh lay twisted, yet mostly intact. A deep scar in the fungus revealed where the ship had slid upon impact. The fungus might have broken Gilgamesh’s fall a bit. Hope swelled in my chest as I tried to force it down. A fierce fire burned within the ship, smoke pouring from every orifice, especially the open cargo bay aft. Somehow, that had been forced open in the crash.

We approached the ship. As we drew closer, the outlook grew bleaker. I saw just how thick the smoke was. The twisted hull crushed my hope.

There was no way anyone was getting in there to recon. The fire and smoke were too thick, and if there were bodies, we’d have to wait until the fire petered out. There would only be ashes and bone remaining.

“I hope this is enough to persuade you,” Augustus said. “I am truly sorry your friends died. I came here first, but the fires were already raging. There is no evidence suggesting anyone escaped.”

Anna watched the fire, frozen. Ashton’s face remained impassive. Neither said anything at all.

“We must now return to Los Angeles,” Augustus said. “It is time to gather what forces we can — including everyone from Las Vegas, the Raiders, and others — to plan an attack. The time for petty differences is over.” Augustus gestured toward the downed ship. “That is all of our fates should we not band together.”

Anna made a fist as Ashton looked at Augustus with loathing.

“Why the anger? Have I said anything that’s not true? Come; the world needs us. We must work together. I need your advice on how to carry out the upcoming battle. Obviously, I must bow to your expertise in many areas…”

“Do you mind?” Anna asked. “We just lost our friends here and you’re giving us a sales pitch.”

Augustus lifted his hands, backing away. “You are right. Take your time.”

As Augustus and his Praetorians retreated, the three of us walked closer to the ship. We could only trust ourselves to investigate this closely, and none of us would be satisfied until we had a final answer. It wasn’t likely, but if there was any chance they were alive, we had to make absolutely sure. Losing those four would be the biggest blow imaginable. Such a loss was incomprehensible.

I stared into the yawning entrance of the cargo bay, out of which black smoke belched. It was impossible to see within. As smoke poured out, I felt a sense of defeat.

They couldn’t be alive. It was just what I wanted to believe.

“Maybe,” Ashton said. “Maybe it’s time we faced facts.”

Anna grabbed my hand. With her other, she grabbed Ashton’s. We continued to look into the ship, as if Makara, Samuel, Michael, and Julian would walk out unscathed.

I felt my heart sink further.

“They’re…really dead.”

My words faded as we just stared, unwilling to yield our hope. I thought about how ridiculous we must look to the others doing this, but I didn’t care. I just wanted Makara back. Samuel. All of them.

We stood there for fifteen minutes. Augustus did nothing to interrupt us from our stance, giving us the time we needed. The smoke thinned, but it was still hard to see inside. There was nothing we could do.

“There might be tracks or something,” Anna said.

“On this fungus?” I asked.

“It’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

We left our spot, scanning the ground for tracks. The problem was that the fungus already had so many natural imprints that nothing stuck out. We went along the whole length of the ship — the other side leaned against a mountain, making it impossible to look over there.

We found ourselves once again in front of the cargo bay, maybe fifty feet distant.

Augustus and his Praetorians came over to get us.

“We must leave,” Augustus said. “There is nothing else to be done here.”

A single tear coursed down my face. I felt it should have been more given the circumstances, but I had reached my end. Without Makara or Samuel, I didn’t know what I would do. I had been through so much with both. It was bound to happen, sooner or later — if not here, it would have happened at Ragnarok. At least Anna was alive. I squeezed her hand. She didn’t respond.

Ashton was the first to start heading back for the ship. Anna remained beside me. I stood rooted, staring into the cargo bay.

“Come on,” she said, her voice thick.

The smoke was all but gone. Gazing into the shadow of the bay, I noticed something that set my heart racing.

“Wait.”

Anna paused, recognizing hope in my voice.

“The bay is empty,” I said.

I looked at Anna, trying to communicate the importance of this news with only my eyes. Augustus couldn’t know. He needed to think…

“…the Recon,” Anna said. She faced away from Augustus, smiling. “They’re alive!”

After Gilgamesh had landed, they must have hurried to the cargo bay to drive the Recon off the ship. It was the only thing they could have done. The first order Samuel would have given. I knew the Recon was on there when they had taken off from Bunker 84.

But where were they headed?

Ashton came back to join us. Instantly, he saw the empty bay’s significance.

He tried to hide his smile. He looked from one of us, to the other. “You can’t let him know. When you walk back onto that ship, you are in mourning. You understand?”

With that, the three of us turned back to Orion.

I tried to suppress the thrill of knowing that, somewhere out there, they were alive. That even now, they might be watching us.

If so…

No. They wouldn’t attempt a rescue with such poor odds. They’d be against a spaceship and at least fifteen armed guards.

Besides, they were probably on their way back…

…back to where? The Wasteland? Bunker 84? I had no idea.

I saw the fate of the Exodus laid out. Without any spaceship, they were stranded in Bunker 84. They would all starve unless Orion or Perseus rescued them. Augustus probably knew 84’s location because he had been watching Gilgamesh. It would be easy to figure out that there was something important in Northern California from the way we kept visiting it.

Anna and I walked up the boarding ramp and into Orion. As the door shut behind, even if we were hopelessly outgunned, hope was alive. We knew we could still succeed in our mission.

All because of an empty cargo bay.

About the Author

Kyle West is a science fiction author living in Oklahoma City. He is currently working on The Wasteland Chronicles series, of which there will be seven installments. Find out immediately when his next book is released by signing up for The Wasteland Chronicles Mailing List. The sixth book, Extinction, will be released Spring 2014. After that is Xenofall, the conclusion of the saga.

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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 chosen.

Alpha: “Alpha” is the title given to the recognized head of the Raiders. In the beginning, it was merely a titular role that only had as much power as the Alpha was able to enforce. But as Raider Bluff grew in size and complexity, the Alpha took 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.

Askala: Askala has two meanings — one is the name of the Radaskim Xenomind dwelling in Ragnarok Crater, while the other form refers to the dragons the xenovirus spawns. While Askala and xenodragon (or just dragon) are interchangeable, the Askala themselves (at least the Elekai Askala) refer to themselves as Askala.

Batts: Batts, or batteries, are the currency of the Wasteland and the Empire. They are accepted anywhere that the Empire’s caravans reach. It is unknown how batteries were first seen as currency, but it is rumored that Augustus himself instigated the policy. Using them as currency makes sense: batteries are small, portable, and durable, and have the intrinsic quality of being useful. 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 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 there ever since.

Black Files, The: The Black Files are the mysterious collected research on the xenovirus, located in Bunker One. They were authored principally by Dr. Cornelius Ashton, Chief Scientist of Bunker One.

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 known Blight is the Great Blight — which covers a large portion of the central United States. Its center is Ragnarok Crater.

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 40: Bunker 40 is located on the outer fringes of the Great Blight in Arizona. It is hidden beneath a top secret research facility, a vestige of the Old World. Many aircraft were stationed at Bunker 40 before it fell, sometime in the late 2050s.

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: Bunker 114 is 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 108’s fall followed soon thereafter.

Bunker One: Bunker One was 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. Also, dozens of brilliant scientists and specialists lived and worked there, including engineers, doctors, and technicians. The very wealthy were also allowed berths for helping to finance the Bunker Program. Bunker One is the location of the Black Files, authored by Dr. Cornelius Ashton.

Bunker Six: Bunker Six is a large installation located north of Bunker One, within driving distance. It houses the S-Class spaceships constructed during the Dark Decade — including Gilgamesh, the capital ship, and three smaller cruisers — Odin, Perseus, and Orion. While Gilgamesh and Odin are under Cornelius Ashton’s care, Perseus and Orion are still locked inside the fallen Bunker.

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 backup 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 refer to 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, economies, power grids, and the industrial complex — all of which led to the deaths of billions of people.

Coleseo Imperio: El Coleseo Imperio, translated as the Imperial Coliseum, is a circular, three-tiered stone arena rising from the center of the city of Nova Roma, the capital of the Nova Roman Empire. It is used to host gladiatorial games in the tradition of ancient Rome, and serves as the chief sport of the Empire. Slaves and convicts are forced to fight in death matches, which serves the dual purpose of entertaining the masses while getting rid of prisoners and slaves who would otherwise be, in the Empire’s eyes, liabilities. Many festivals, and even ritual sacrifices, take place on the arena floor.

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 were plenty of good reasons to believe that Ragnarok could be stopped, especially when 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. and several of its European allies, and Canada, continued to work on stopping 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.

Elekai: The Elekai are the peaceful counterpart to the Radaskim. They seek the harmony and growth of all life, even if that means that the universe will eventually one day end. The Radaskim take the opposite viewpoint — that the destruction of all life is a fair price in exchange for controlling the destruction and reconstruction of the universe, called the Universal Cycle:

Eternal War, The: The Eternal War has spanned hundreds of thousands of years across the cosmos. The Radaskim seek to infect and conquer every life-bearing world. The Elekai are always with them and fight the Radaskim at every turn. However, the Radaskim are more numerous and have always won on every world. The Wanderer and the Elekai hope to reverse this on planet Earth.

Exiles, The: The Exiles are led by a man named Marcus, brother of Alpha Char. The Exiles were once raiders, but were exiled from Raider Bluff in 2048. Raider Bluff faced a rival city, known as Rivertown, on the Colorado River. A faction led by Char wanted to destroy Rivertown by blowing up Hoover Dam far to the north. Marcus and his faction opposed this. The two brothers fought, and in his rage, Marcus threw Char into a nearby fireplace, giving him the severe burns on his face that Char would live with for the rest of his life. For this attack, the Alpha at the time exiled Marcus — but in solidarity, many Raiders left to join him. For the next twelve years, the exiled Raiders wandered the Boundless, barred from ever returning farther west than Raider Bluff. The Exiles at first sought to found a new city somewhere in the eastern United States, but the Great Blight barred their path. Over the next several years, they hired themselves as mercenaries to the growing Nova Roman Empire. Now, they wander the Wastes, Marcus awaiting the day when his brother calls upon him for help — which he is sure Char will do.

Flyers: Flyers are birds infected with the xenovirus. They fly in large swarms of a hundred or more. They are only common around large Blights, or within the Great Blight itself. The high metabolism of flyers means they cannot venture far from xenofungus, their main source of food. They are highly dangerous, and cannot be fought easily, because they fly in such large numbers.

Gilgamesh: Gilgamesh is an S-Class Capital Spaceship constructed by the United States during the Dark Decade. It holds room for twelve crewmen, thirteen counting the captain. Its fuselage is mostly made of carbon nanotubes — incredibly lightweight, and many, many times stronger than steel. It is powered by a prototypical miniature fusion reactor, using deuterium and tritium as fuel. Its design is described as insect-like in appearance, for invisibility to radar. The ship contains a bridge, armory, conference room, kitchen, galley, two lavatories, a clinic, and twelve bunks for crew in two separate dorms. A modest captain’s quarters can be reached from the galley, complete with its own lavatory. Within the galley is access to a spacious cargo bay, where supplies, and even a vehicle as large as a Recon, can be stored. The Recon can be driven off the ship’s wide boarding ramp when grounded (this capability is the main difference between Odin and Gilgamesh…in addition to the cargo bay boarding ramp, Gilgamesh also contains a passenger’s boarding ramp on the side, that also leads into the galley). The porthole has a retractable rope ladder that is good for up to five hundred feet. Gilgamesh has a short wingspan, but receives most of its lift from the four thrusters mounted in back, thrusters that have a wide arc of rotation that allows the ship to fly in almost any direction. The ship can go weeks without needing to refuel. As far as combat capabilities, Gilgamesh was primarily constructed as a reconnaissance and transport vessel. That said, it has twin machine gun turrets that open from beneath the ship. When grounded, it is supported by three struts, one in front, two in back.

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. Here, the first monsters were created. Animals would become ensnared in sticky pools of purple goo, and their DNA absorbed and preserved. The Great Blights, obeying some sort of consciousness, would then mix and match the DNA of varying species, tweaking and mutating the genes until, from the same pools it had acquired the DNA, it would give birth to new life forms, designed only to spread the Blight and kill whoever, or whatever, opposed that spreading. As time went on and the Xeno invasion became more sophisticated, the Great Blight’s capabilities became advanced enough to direct the evolution of xenolife itself, leading to the creation of the xenovirus, meaning it could infect species far outside of the Blight — including, eventually, humans.

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.

Hydra: A powerful spawning of the xenovirus, the Hydra has only been seen deep in the heart of Bunker One. It contains three heads mounted on three stalk-like necks. It is covered in thick scales that serve as armor. It has a powerful tail that it can swing, from the end of which juts a long, cruel spike. It is likely an evolved, more deadly form of the crawler.

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 Roma: Nova Roma is the capital of the Nova Roman Empire. It existed Pre-Ragnarok as a small town situated in an idyllic valley, flanked on three sides by green mountains. This town was also home to Augustus’s palatial mansion — and it was around this mansion that the city that would one day rule the Empire had its beginnings. Over thirty years, as the Empire gained wealth and power under Augustus’s rule, Nova Roma grew from a small village into a mighty city with a population numbering in the tens of thousands. Using knowledge of ancient construction techniques found in American Bunkers, Augustus employed talented engineers and thousands of slaves to build the city from the ground up. Inspired by the architecture of ancient Rome, some of the most notable construction projects in Nova Roma include the Coleseo Imperio, the Senate House, the Grand Forum, and Central Square. An aqueduct carries water over the city walls from the Sierra Madre Mountains north of the city. The city grows larger each passing year, so much so that shantytowns have overflowed its walls, attracted by the city’s vast wealth.

Nova Roman Empire, The: The Nova Roman Empire (also known as the “Empire”) is a collection of allied city-states that are ruled from Nova Roma, its capital in what was formerly the Mexican state of Guerrero. The Empire began as the territory of a Mexican drug cartel named the Legion. Through the use of brutal force, they kept security within their borders even as other governments fell.

Following the impact of Ragnarok, many millions of Americans fled south to escape the cold, dry climate that permeated northern latitudes. Mexico still remained warm, especially southern Mexico, and new global wind currents caused by Ragnarok kept Mexico clearer of meteor fallout than other areas of the world. At the close of the Chaos Years, Mexico was far more populous than the United States. Many city-states formed in the former republic, but most developed west of the Sierra Madre Mountains. Language clashes between native Mexicans and migrant Americans produced new dialects of both Spanish and English. Though racial tensions exist in the Empire, as Americans’ descendants are the minority within it, Americans and their descendants are protected under law and are entitled to the same rights — at least in theory. The reality is, most refugees that entered Imperial territory were American — and most refugees ended up as slaves.

Of the hundreds of city-states that formed in Mexico, one was called Nova Roma, located inland in a temperate valley not too far east of Acapulco. Under the direction of the man styling himself as Augustus Imperator, formerly known as Miguel Santos, lord of the Legion drug cartel, the city of Nova Roma allied with neighboring city-states. Incorporating both Ancient Roman governmental values and Aztec mythology, the Empire expanded through either the conquest or annexation of rival city-states. By 2060, the Empire had hundreds of cities in its thrall, stretching from Oaxaca in the southeast all the way to Jalisco in the northwest. The Empire had also formed colonies as far north as Sonora, even founding a city called Colossus at the mouth of the Colorado River, intended to be the provincial capital from which the Empire hoped to rule California and the Mojave.

Because of its size and power, the Empire is difficult to control. Except for its center, ruled out of Nova Roma, most of the city-states are autonomous and are only required to pay tribute and soldiers when called for during the Empire’s wars. In the wake of the Empire’s rapid conquests, Augustus developed the Imperial Road System in order to facilitate trade and communication, mostly done by horse. In an effort to create a unifying culture for the Empire, Emperor Augustus instigated a representative government, where all of Nova Roma’s provinces have representation in the Imperial Senate. Augustus encouraged a universal religion based on Aztec mythology, whose gods are placed alongside the saints of Catholicism in the Imperial Pantheon. Augustus also instigated gladiatorial games, ordering that arenas be built in every major settlement of his Empire. This included the construction of dozens of arenas, including El Coleseo Imperio in Nova Roma itself, a large arena which, while not as splendid as the original Coliseum in Old Rome, is still quite impressive. The Coleseo can seat ten thousand people. By 2060, Augustus had accomplished what might have taken a century to establish otherwise.

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 is 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.

Odin: Odin is an S-Class Cruiser Spaceship built by the U.S. during the Dark Decade. It is one of four, the other being Gilgamesh, the capital ship, and the other two being Perseus and Orion, cruisers with the same specs as Odin. Though Odin’s capabilities are not as impressive as Gilgamesh’s, Odin is still very functional. It contains berths for eight crew, nine counting the captain. It has a cockpit, armory, kitchen, galley, two dorms, one lavatory, and the fusion drive in the aft. A cargo bay can be reached from either outside the ship or within the galley. Unlike Gilgamesh, it is not spacious enough to store a Recon. It contains a single machine gun turret that can open up from the ship’s bottom. Odin, in addition to being faster than Gilgamesh, also gets better fuel efficiency. It can go months without needing to refuel.

Praetorians, The: The Praetorians are the most elite of the Empire’s soldiers. There are one hundred total, and they are the personal bodyguard of Emperor Augustus. They carry a long spear, tower shield, and gladius. They wear a long, purple cape, steel armor, and a white jaguar headdress, complete with purple plume. They are also trained in the use of guns.

Radaskim: The Radaskim seek to conquer all life in the universe in their quest to discover the Secrets of Creations, Secrets which the Radaskim believe are the key to recreating the universe. Whether this is even possible is unknown, but all Radaskim motives are based on this idea. They have conquered hundreds of worlds and are in the process of conquering Earth. The Radaskim on Earth are led by the Xenomind, Askala.

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.

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 — but that answer was revealed when the Black Files came to light. Ragnarok was the first phase of the invasion planned by the Xenos, the race of aliens attempting to conquer Earth. Implanted within Ragnarok was the xenovirus — the seed for all alien genetic life that was to destroy, acquire, and replace Earth life. The day the Xenos arrive, according to the Black Files, is called “Xenofall.” The time of their eventual arrival is completely unknown.

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 with walls eight miles tall. It’s the center of the Great Blight, and it is also the origin of the Voice, the consciousness that directs the behavior of all xenolife.

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.

Secrets of Creation, The: The ultimate answer to life, the universe, everything — the Secrets of Creation are the given name to the knowledge the Radaskim must have in order to destroy the universe and remake it in the exact same way it had been created — allowing the universe to exist indefinitely.

Skyhome: Skyhome is a three-ringed, self-sufficient space station constructed by the United States during the Dark Decade, designed to house two hundred and fifty people. Like the Bunkers, it contains its own power, hydroponics, and water reclamation system designed to keep the station going as long as possible. Skyhome was never actually occupied until 2048, after the falls of both Bunker One and Bunker Six. Cornelius Ashton assumed control of the station, along with survivors from both Bunkers, in order to continue his research on the xenovirus which had destroyed his entire life.

Universal Cycle, The: The Universal Cycle is a Radaskim prophecy stating that the universe has been destroyed and reborn an infinite number of times, only because the Radaskim discovered the “Secrets of Creation” in every manifestation of the universe in time to recreate it. The rebirth of the universe depends on the Radaskim discovering these secrets, and it involves acquiring all known life in order to discover the knowledge that might unlock the Secrets — whatever they are.

Voice, The: The Voice is the name given to the collective consciousness of all xenolife. It exists in Ragnarok Crater — whether or not it has a corporeal form is unknown. However, it is agreed by Dr. Ashton and Samuel that the Voice controls xenolife using sound waves and vibrations within xenofungus. The Voice also sends sound waves that can be detected by xenolife while off the xenofungus. The Voice gives the entire Xeno invasion sentience, and is a piece of evidence pointing to an advanced alien race that is trying to conquer Earth.

Wanderer, The: A blind prophet who wanders the Wasteland. He is also the Xenomind who leads the Elekai, the alien faction that wants to stop the Radaskim from conquering all life.

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.

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.

Xenodragon: The xenodragon is the newest manifestation of the xenovirus. It is very much like a dragon — reptilian, lightweight, with colossal wings that provide it with both lift and speed. There are different kinds of xenodragons, but the differences are little known, other than whether they are large or small. A particularly large xenodragon makes its roost on Raider Bluff.

Xenofall: Xenofall is the day of reckoning — when the Xenos finally arrive on Earth to claim it as their own. No one knows when that day is — whether it is in one year, ten years, or a thousand. It is feared that, when Xenofall does come, humans and all resistance will have been long gone.

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.

Xenomind: A Xenomind is an ancient sentient being, evolved over the eons by the xenovirus and xenofungus. They are split into two factions — the Radaskim and the Elekai. The Radaskim are warlike and want to conquer all life in the universe — a seemingly impossible aim. The Elekai want to stop the Radaskim from achieving this. So far, on every world the Eternal War has been fought, the Elekai have lost.

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, which were lost in the fall of Bunker One in 2048.

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DARKNESS
The Wasteland Chronicles, Volume 5
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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