D.C. Maxwell

RESISTANCE

An Extinction Cycle Novella

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I want to thank Nicholas Sansbury Smith for his wonderful EXTINCTION CYCLE series. If you haven’t read this series, and his other books, you don’t know what you’re missing. I loved reading them so much I moved on to the Extinction Cycle Kindle World novellas and loved them as well. There’s nothing better than finding an engaging series like this one. After devouring them I decided to try my hand at writing one. I contacted Nicholas and he was amazing and encouraging. Thank you, Nick, for giving me the chance to write about your wonderfully, terrifying Variants.

And thanks to the following authors for their Extinction Cycle novellas. Anthony Melchiorri, Rachel Aukes, Adrian J. Smith, E.G. Michaels, Owen Baillie, WJ Lundy, Brian Martinez, NJ Paige, Michael Patrick Hicks, and Mike Evans. I hope I didn’t miss anyone but if I did, then you know when I find your book I’ll be jumping with joy before I settle down to read it. Thanks to all of you for your wonderful imaginations.

Check out the EXTINCTION CYCLE series at

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Edited and Formatted by Anessa Books

ONE

April 19th, 2015

GRACE PRESSED her weight on the suitcase and forced the zipper to move the last inch. With a snap it closed just as her cell phone rang. She answered without checking the identity of the caller, then silently cursed when she heard her bosses’ nasal voice. For a second, she considered hanging up, but before she could he rushed into speech.

“Ms. Walker, I have a task for you.”

I just bet you do. Sitting down, she rested an arm on the suitcase and drummed her fingers on the side. A call from him was never a good thing and experience had taught her that trying to hurry him along would just slow him down. “Mr. Edgar, I’m officially on vacation. Someone else will have to deal with it.” While I interview for a job in sunny, warm Florida, she thought, but didn’t say.

“You’re going to have to postpone your plans. We have an emergency at the school.”

Drumming her fingers on the suitcase, she waited for him to get to the point. This wasn’t the first vacation he’d ruined with a last minute call. After almost seven years as the Nutrition Director at the Edgar Military Academy she knew that by ‘we’ he meant ‘she.’

“I can’t think of a single thing that needs my attention.” She ran through a mental list of tasks she’d completed before she’d left the campus the day before. The galley kitchen for the six cadets who remained on campus year round had been stocked; she’d shut down and secured the main cafeteria; and the order for next semester’s food had been sent in, confirmed, and would be delivered the day after she returned from Florida.

“There’s a problem with next semester’s food order.”

“You approved it when I gave it to you on Monday—six days ago.”

“My wife looked it over this morning. You missed a three percent discount we’re eligible to receive. That’s a saving of thousands of dollars and a mistake that should cost you your job.”

She wanted nothing more than to tell him to take the job and put it where the sun didn’t shine. Instead she drew in a deep breath and remained calm. “Mr. Edgar, we’re only eligible for the discount if we include a delivery of fresh produce. Food that will spoil before the cadets return from break.”

“On the contrary, with this unpleasant business taking place in Chicago over sixty cadets have been ordered by their parents to remain on campus.”

“What’s happening in Chicago?” she asked, her mind on the scheduled interview in Florida, and how she could feed sixty cadets without actually being in Colorado to cook for them.

“My dear Ms. Walker, I realize you’re just a cook—.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Edgar, but I have a master’s degree in nutrition. I’m not ‘just a cook’, although there is absolutely nothing wrong with that profession.”

He harrumphed. The sound scraping across her nerves. “My point is that at your professional level you should keep up with current events.”

I know you’re an obnoxious prick, she thought, then bit her lip to keep from saying so. She couldn’t afford to lose this job before she had another one lined up. “I should have been notified immediately that so many were staying on campus—when did you say you were notified?”

“I don’t see the significance of that question, Ms. Walker. In any case, this is your job and I expect you to do it.”

“Mr. Edgar, just one thing. There isn’t enough food in storage to feed sixty cadets for eight days. You’ll have to release funds to purchase food locally.” Take that you tight-fisted son-of-a-gun, she thought, and smiled.

“No need. I’ve already arranged for the food order to be delivered today—including the fresh produce. The trucks will have arrived by the time you return to the campus today.”

“Receiving, inventorying, and storing that much stock is a huge job. How do you propose I accomplish this without my kitchen staff?”

“Call them back.”

“When they see my number come up they won’t answer—not if they’re smart.” And, they are, she thought, then wished again she hadn’t answered his call.

Several moments of silence passed. She waited him out, denying him the pleasure of rattling her.

“Ask Bruce to help you.”

Grace rolled her eyes. The security guard was the laziest waste of space she’d ever met. “What do you suggest I do when he refuses?”

“Tell the dorm mother, Hilda Baker, I said I wanted the cadets to help you. It won’t hurt them to earn their supper. Feed them lots of salads and fresh vegetables over the break.” He paused for a moment while someone spoke in the background. “Ms. Walker, straightening out your mess has made me and my wife late for an important charity event in Denver.”

Before she could retort, he hung up. She wasted a few minutes pacing and fuming Then, knowing it was useless, she began calling numbers while she watched the snow thicken and dusk arrive. As expected, her calls went unanswered and she knew the messages she left would be ignored. She’d do the same in their shoes. She turned to grab her coat but caught her reflection in the window. It was distorted and a shiver of awareness ran through her. I should have left yesterday but my damn instincts wouldn’t let me.

Shaking her head, she grabbed her purse and suitcase and carried them down to her SUV. It was going to be an exhausting eight days cooking three meals a day for sixty cadets and processing case after case of fresh produce by herself. She’d sleep in her office as she’d done in the past when Mr. Edgar had managed to screw things up. At least this week she’d lock the cafeteria doors and change into the shorts and shirts she’d bought for the beach while she chopped and froze fresh vegetables.

The city streets were unusually crowded with people driving crazy and honking their horns. It didn’t take her long to become one of them as she dodged cars and trucks that pulled in front of her without warning. After a nerve-racking twenty minutes she turned onto the road that dead-ended at the Academy. Two sets of tire tracks ran down the center of the road. They hadn’t filled in with snow yet so the supply trucks weren’t very far ahead of her.

She stayed in their tracks. On the last curve before the straight-away to the school something leapt out of the forest in front of her. Startled, she slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel to the left. Her purse slid off the seat, spilling its contents on the floor as the car slid over the road. She steered into the skid and pumped the brakes, finally getting the car stopped with the headlights pointed into the trees where the animal had disappeared.

Heart racing, she rested her head on the steering wheel for a moment then searched the forest for the animal. A dark shape crouched in the shadows. Its eyes glowed a strange yellowish-red. Knowing better, but curiosity getting the better of her, she rolled the window down and stuck her head out to get a clearer view. The creature moved toward her, making a clicking noise with each step. A breeze rustled the snow-covered trees. Expecting the scent of clean mountain air she shuddered with primal fear when the stench of rotting fruit reached her.

Keeping her eyes on the thing in the shadows, she reversed onto the road then shoved the car into drive and stomped the gas pedal to the floor. The tires spun on the slick surface as the clicking sound drew nearer. Cursing, she made herself let up on the accelerator. The tires gained traction, and the car moved forward as she steered with one hand while searching for the button to raise the window with the other.

The creature slammed into the back of her car, sending it sliding across the snow. She gripped the steering wheel and regained control of the car. She kept her eyes on the road, ahead and behind her, while her heart pounded with fear.

She’d seen deer, rabbits and raccoons on this road. She’d even seen a bear once, but the thing that had looked at her from the woods was something unknown. Scared, yet feeling a little silly, she told herself she was imagining things. It must have been a mountain lion, the clicking sound made by twigs it broke beneath its paws as it moved toward her. The explanation satisfied her until she remembered the smell of rotten fruit. Logic and experience insisted it had been something else. Something she’d never encountered before.

Ahead of her the lights on the gate pillars came into view and she breathed a sigh of relief. Stopping, she kept her eyes on the area around her and honked her horn. The blaring sound in the silence of the snow-blanketed campus sent a rush of fear through her. She checked the area behind and around her. The instincts she’d inherited from her Marine father urged her to be quiet. To be still. To hide.

The door of the gatekeeper’s cottage finally opened. Rogers stepped out with a flashlight in his hand. He pointed the strong beam directly at her, blinding her before she could shield her eyes.

She rolled her window down and yelled, “Get that light out of my eyes.”

He lowered the beam to the ground and hurried to the gate, unlocked it and pulled it open. As she drew even with him he signaled her to stop.

She rolled her window up leaving only a two-inch gap. “Yes?”

He leaned down and spoke, his breath reeking of cigarettes, cheap whiskey and garlic. “There are two trucks waiting for you behind the cafeteria.”

“Mr. Edgars called me. He said to ask you to help me unload them. It will only take a couple hours.”

He scratched his belly through the dirty t-shirt he wore. “Naw, Hilda and I are watching the news. There’s some crazy shit going on in Chicago. People taking attacking each other. Lots of blood and gore.”

He looked back at his cottage and Grace saw the disheveled figure of Hilda Baker standing in the light of the open doorway waiting for him. Rogers spat on the ground and a string of saliva dangled from his bottom lip as he backed away. “I’ll leave the gate unlocked. You and the drivers go ahead and leave when you’re finished. I’ll lock it later when I walk Hilda back to the dorm.”

She watched him hurry back to his cottage and knew neither one of them would be sober enough to go anywhere in a couple hours. Disgusted with their behavior, and the Edgars’ refusal to provide housing for the faculty, she studied the campus. Only a few lights lit up the green, and the only building with light in its windows was the year-round cadets’ dorm. She’d bet next month’s pay that Mr. Edgar had moved all the cadets into that building to save money.

Swearing to find another job soon, she drove to the Main Dorm. Leaving her car running while she grabbed a flashlight, she walked to the back of the car. She played the light over the hatch. It was caved in and the window was cracked. Blood covered them and ran down to the snow. Reaching, out she started to touch it then pulled her hand back. The animal was probably infected with rabies. She studied it again then hurried into the building and up the stairs.

It took several tries to open the heavy front door. Once inside she followed the hall to the lounge area where most of the cadets were gathered. They looked up when she entered and she sent them a smile and a little wave. A few returned her greeting but most looked away, ignoring her.

Sticking her hands in her pockets she rocked back and forth on her boots. “I’m sorry to disturb you but I have a problem I hope a few of you can help me solve,” Grace said. “Mr. Edgar has had the food for next semester delivered but my kitchen staff is long gone. Could a few of you help me, please?”

Luke Matthews, a senior, stood up. “I will.”

“Thanks, Luke.” Grace smiled. She could always depend on Luke. She called him and his two best friends, Mark Kelton and Neal White, the three musketeers. All three of them were over six feet tall and strongly built. Luke had dark blue eyes and hair so light blond hair it was hard to see as it was cut in a high, tight military style. His face held the maturity of a man years older than his age of eighteen. He was a born leader and she knew most of the female cadets lamented his serous focus on his studies.

Grace turned, already focused on Mark Kelton when he stood up.

“I’ll come along and move cases for you, Ms. Walker,” Mark said, the words spoken smoothly in a Texas accent. His dark brown, almost sable hair and bronze complexion and high cheek bones revealed his Native American ancestry.

“How about you, Neal? Want to come along and help?”

Neal stepped around her. “I’m going to manage to sneak up on you one of these days.”

“And, we’ll all hear hell freezing over the day that happens,” she said and looked up into his light brown eyes. He was several inches over six feet with black hair, cut in the same fashion as Luke’s high and tight recon style of the Marines.

“I’ll come and help move cases. I need the exercise.” Neal lifted his arms showing off his ‘guns.’

Laughing, she wished she had a dollar for every time she’d seen one of the cadets do that. “You guys are life savers. Anyone else?” She scanned the room for more volunteers, then decided to sweeten the deal. “I’m offering hot apple cobbler and ice cream as a reward for your help.” None of the other cadets took the bait. “Okay, well, if you change your minds you can always join us. This is going to take several hours.” She glanced at the three young men. “I’ll give you a ride across campus.”

Luke walked toward her with Neal and Mark behind him. “Thanks, just give us a minute to grab our coats.”

“I’ll wait in the front hall.” Grace walked back to the front doors alone. The hallway was cold and dimly lit, making her wonder what the rooms were like this time of the year. She’d barely reached the front entrance when her three helpers joined her. Luke reached over her shoulder and forced one of the double doors open.

“These things stick in the winter.” He held it open until they’d passed through it then leaned his weight on it, making sure it latched.

They tracked toward her car, the sound of snow scrunching beneath their feet. “Don’t touch the back of the car. Something ran in front of me on the road. When I stopped it hid in the trees, then charged into the back of my car when I drove away.”

“Must have been a moose,” Neal said, opening the back door on the driver’s side and getting in.

Grace settled in the driver’s seat. “Sorry, about the stuff on the floor,” she told Luke. “My purse slid off the seat when I slammed on the brakes. Just put your feet wherever you can.”

She drove the shortest route to the cafeteria, circled around to the back and parked away from the two semi-trucks. One of the drivers sat on the loading dock, smoking. The other one was nowhere to be seen.

Grace led the cadets toward the man she could see. “Sorry, to keep you waiting. I was just told the delivery was being made tonight.”

He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it while he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “You Miss Walker?”

“Yes, but call me Grace.”

“I’m Rex. Is this all the help you have?”

“Yes.” She looked around. “Where’s the other driver?”

“Jack’s sick. He’s resting in his truck.” He scowled at her and the cadets. “Shit. There’s no way we’re getting out of here tonight.”

“These young men are some of the brightest, most ambitious people in the country.” She sent him a glare then climbed the stairs to the dock. “If you’ll get one of the trucks backed up, we’ll get you out of here as fast as we can.”

Rex stomped toward the cab of Jack’s truck and banged on the door. A few seconds later it rolled forward then began to back toward the dock. Grace keyed in the code to unlock the steel overhead door of the freight elevator, pushed it up then keyed in the code to open the elevator doors. They slid aside and she and the cadets stepped inside. She pressed the down button then turned around and pointed at the doors behind them. “We enter the storage area through those doors.”

They turned as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing another steel overhead door. Grace keyed in the entry code and then pulled the door up. “This is the storage room. The forklift is parked over there.” She pointed to a corner. “It’s electric and should be charged.”

“I’ve operated one like this before,” Luke said. He started it, then drove it onto the elevator.

Grace rode up with him. When the doors opened, Jack’s truck was already backed up to the dock. Its door was up, revealing a full load of plastic wrapped pallets.

“Is all this for us?” Grace asked.

“Yup,” Rex answered. “The produce is in the back. The frozen goods up front. Let me know when you’re done.” He walked to his truck, leaned against it and lit another cigarette.

Luke maneuvered the forklift into place and picked up the first pallet of plastic wrapped cases. Turning, he drove onto the elevator and they took it to the lower level where she had him leave it in front of the walk-in refrigerated unit.

“I’m going to put a cobbler in the oven in the shelter galley, and then help Neal and Mark unwrap boxes and organize them,” Grace said to Luke. “If you run into any problems up there let me know.”

Luke smiled. “I’ve got this.” Smiling, he drove away and disappeared into the elevator.

Two hours later the cobbler was cooling and the last of the produce and frozen goods were in their respective storage areas. Grace rode up with Luke so she could thank Jack. When she arrived on the dock he was already driving away and Rex was backing his truck into place. He climbed out and stayed by the cab, watching her and Luke while he smoked.

Luke shrugged and opened the back of the truck. He climbed back onto the forklift and got back to moving pallets.

Grace rode down with him and he reassured her that he could handle Rex. He dropped the first load, and she used a box knife to cut the plastic wrapper around the cases. Neal and Mark shooed her away, insisting that they would do the heavy work and put the cases of canned and boxed foods where she wanted them.

Luke made trip after trip. Finally, an hour and a half later he dropped the last pallet. “Ms. Walker, Rex is waiting for you to sign the invoice.”

“Thanks, Luke. I’ll be right back but you guys can help yourselves to cobbler and ice cream. I set it out on the buffet in the dining hall.” She pointed to another open door as she headed toward the elevator. As soon as she stepped out, Rex held up the electronic invoice. She took it and barely had time to scribble her name before he snatched it out of her hands, hurried to his cab and drove away.

“Nice doing business with you too,” she said, as the snow began coming down faster. She looked at her car and decided to park it in the faculty only parking garage. With any luck Mr. Edgar would never know she’d used it. She grabbed her suitcase, placed it on the elevator before closing the sliding doors and getting back into her car. At the garage she left her headlights on as she jumped out, pushed the door up and pulled inside.

Parking, she reached for her purse then remembered it was on the floor. Holding her keys in one hand she slid out of the car and walked around it, intending to open the passenger door and gather her belongings. As she reached the back of the car, the sound of clicking and rotten fruit reached her. Debating whether to get back in the car or run, she turned on the small flashlight attached to her keys and swept it across the darkness at the far end of the building.

The bright LED beam lit up a figure in the corner. It covered its eyes and let out a shrill screech. Goosebumps covered her arms. It moved toward her and she ran. The first step out of the garage her foot slipped on the snow and dropped the keys. Terrified, and doubting she could outrun this thing, she grabbed the overhead door and jerked it down. It hit the ground just as the creature landed against it on the other side. The entire door shook and bent outward. She ran, taking a shortcut across the grass with her instincts urging her to get to the safety of the shelter beneath the cafeteria.

The snow thickened, blinding her. She ran into something. Hands grabbed her and held on. She fought to be free while other bodies pressed up against her, surrounding and trapping her. She’d been taught not to scream when startled but opened her mouth to do just that when a hand covered it, muffling the sound.

“Ms. Walker, stop, stop.”

The sound of John Martinez’s voice broke through her terror although his Spanish accent was heavier than usual. Shaking, she nodded. His eyes were solemn, his face tight with nerves. She squinted her eyes against the blowing snow. “Damn it, you scared the hell out of me. What are you doing out here? It’s not safe.” She kept her voice low as she reprimanded him.

John glanced around then leaned down the few inches that separated them. “Is Luke still at the cafeteria with Neal and Mark?”

“Yes, and we need to get there. Something attacked me in the faculty parking garage.”

“Something attacked the dorm, too. We need to be quiet and keep moving.”

The dim light of a nearby lamp post lit up the area around them. Grace recognized Luke’s younger sister, petite, blonde haired Megan Matthews, and her best friend, Sherry Jones, as well as another taller freshman, Susan Johnston. Two senior cadets, Stephan Greco and Damien Moretti stood at the back of the group, guarding them. They towered over the shorter members of the group, and could have been twins with their Mediterranean good looks—dark hair, Grecian blue eyes, and finely sculpted features.

The other cadets crowded close. Their faces pale and scared in the dim light. They carried baseball bats or hockey sticks, but none wore coats telling her how quickly they’d left the dorm.

Afraid to speak and draw attention to them she beckoned to them and led the way.

They bunched together and moved silently, leaving plenty of room between them and the deep shadows beneath the trees. The cadets, usually a loud and talkative bunch when the instructors weren’t around, didn’t speak as they moved. Their silence more than anything told Grace how truly scared they were and that with every second that passed time was running out for them.

They’d reached the library when eerily shrill howls echoed around them. The group froze and several of the younger cadets began to cry. They were hushed while John, Stephan and Damien urged everyone to keep moving. The cadets at the back ignored them and ran. Most of them scattered into the trees but four ran into the library.

“I’ll go after the ones in the library,” Stephan said.

“I’ll go with you.” Damien sent a signal to John. “We’ll catch up to you but if we can’t we’ll barricade ourselves in the reference room. I know the entry code.”

John bumped his fist then grabbed Megan’s and Sherry’s hands and pulled them in the direction of the dock.

Grace grabbed Susan’s hand and ran with her. They’d only gone a hundred meters when something charged out of the shadows and tackled Susan to the ground. Grace grabbed the hockey stick Susan dropped and attacked the creature, hitting it so hard it rolled away. In a blur, it attacked again. Grace hit it over and over. It swiped at her legs but she jumped out of the way and kept hitting it. Several more creatures ran out of the shadows swarming Susan, biting and clawing at her, tearing away large pieces of her flesh. Blood sprayed into the air, turning the snow pink as Susan’s screams joined the screams of the cadets who’d fled into the trees.

John grabbed Grace’s arm and dragged her away. “It’s too late. You can’t save her.”

She struggled to break free and return to Susan, but in her heart she knew it was too late. She allowed him to push her to the front. He grabbed Megan’s and Sherry’s hands, forcing them to keep up with him. The cadets’ screams of pain and the howls of the creatures’ rage came from the woods increasing their terror

At the dock, she opened the sliding doors and waved John, Megan and Sherry into the elevator ahead of her. Looking back, she saw the creatures were only a few meters from reaching them. The smell that accompanied them and the clicking, popping sounds they made terrified her in a way she never experienced before.

The largest one, the one that had attacked Susan clambered onto the far end of the dock. Beneath the lights its skin was pale with thick blue veins snaking over it. Its mouth was round, puckered and covered in blood. When it howled, it exposed circular rows of sharp jagged teeth. It skittered toward them, its joints clicking with every step and its mouth making a sickening popping sound as it opened and closed.

Mesmerized by its strangeness, she fumbled for the pad and keyed in the code. The steel door began to descend. The creature glanced up. She saw rage in its eyes when it looked back at her. It sped up, scurrying toward them. She instinctively moved back, her arms out to either side, forcing the cadets to move back until they bumped into the wall.

“Come on, come on, close,” Grace chanted, as if her words could make the door drop faster. Megan screamed when the creature leapt the last two meters toward them. John pushed passed her, grabbed the door and using all his weight and strength he forced it down. The lower edge locked into the groove at the bottom of the frame, sealing it just as the creature crashed into it.

Everyone screamed, including Grace. She collapsed against the wall, her head down, her heart beating out of control. The sound of scratching and banging came from the other side of the door. “What the hell are those things?” she asked, her voice shrill and filled with the hysteria she didn’t even try to control.

John tried to close the sliding doors. “How do I close these?”

Grace keyed in the code. They closed, and she pressed the down arrow. A few seconds later they reached the lower floor and the doors behind them opened. She waved them out then locked the elevator on the lower floor, secured the doors and took several deep breaths, forcing herself to speak calmly. “Come with me.”

In the dining hall, Luke, Neal and Mark looked up from the tables where they sat wolfing down bowls of dessert.

When Luke saw Megan and the tears on her face, he jumped to his feet and hurried toward her. “What’s going on?” He grabbed his sister and glared at John.

John held his hands up. “We were attacked by something at the dorm.”

“What do you mean attacked? Who attacked you?” Luke asked, holding Megan away from him, examining her for injuries.

John stepped closer to Luke. “Your uncle called Megan. He made her put him on speaker so everyone could hear him. He said an infection like Ebola, but much worse, is in Chicago. It’s spreading rapidly and is turning people into monsters that hunt and kill other people.”

Megan dried her tears. “I told him you were here at the cafeteria where the shelter is located. He told me to get to you and for all of us to stay here until he sends someone to get us.”

“They killed Susan.” Sherry’s voice trembled with fear and her body shook from exposure to the cold. “Ms. Walker tried to help her but more of the monsters came out of the trees and swarmed her.”

“I think it was the same thing that I almost hit on the road earlier. Another one was in the faculty garage when I parked my car. I closed the door so it might be trapped in there.” Grace pulled a chair out for Sherry then took the one next to her. “Luke, how does your uncle know so much about what’s going on in Chicago?”

“He works at the CDC,” Luke said.

“He said he’s in Chicago,” Megan said, the love and fear she felt for her uncle in her voice.

“There are over sixty cadets left on campus. Where are they?” Mark asked.

“That arrogant prick Jefferson Mitchell refused to believe Dr. Matthews. He talked most of them into staying in the dorm,” Sherry said.

Grace rested her chin on her fist and watched Sherry. It always surprised her when the young girl spoke her mind. Stunningly beautiful with black hair and soft gray eyes, she was model perfect, tall and always well groomed. She spoke boldly and sometimes with a quirkiness Grace found amusing. She likened her to a character in an Oscar Wilde novel. Very proper on the outside with her real character hidden on the inside.

“Megan, Sherry and I only managed to talk seventeen cadets into coming with us but they panicked and ran when we heard howling coming from all around us. Most of them ran into the woods but four of them ran into the library.” John set the hockey stick he carried on the table. “Stephan Greco and Damien Moretti went after the ones in the library. They’ll try to get here if they can. If not, they said they’ll lock themselves in the reference room.”

“We heard screams coming from the dorm when we were less than a hundred meters away from it.” Megan dropped the bat she carried. It made a loud clattering sound then rolled away in an arc.

John stepped on it, quieting it before he picked it up and put it next to his hockey stick.

Sherry rested the end of the bat she’d carried on the top of her shoe. “Your uncle warned them if they stayed behind we couldn’t let them in later. He said they’d become infected and expose us. Jefferson didn’t believe him and he made fun of the younger cadets for being scared. You know how it is—the younger ones want to impress him until they figure out what a jerk he can be.”

Grace had heard enough. “Luke, we need to lock this building down. Right now.”

“Yes, I agree.” Luke pulled out a chair and helped Megan sit down. “Stay here.” He sent a silent signal to his friends, and they returned it.

Grace stood up. “We’ll be back in a few minutes. While we’re gone, I want all of you to try to call 9-1-1. If you can’t get through, try to contact your parents.”

TWO

“WE’RE GOING TO secure the building and I’ll show you the rest of the shelter.” Grace led Luke to a door near the elevator and unlocked it, revealing a stairway that led up to another locked door. She climbed the steps ahead of him, opened the door and stepped aside so he could enter her office first. “I know I secured the outer doors and lowered the shutters before I left yesterday but Mr. Rogers has the codes to open them and so does Mr. Edgar. We need to change them.”

They passed through her office and unlocked the door into a long hallway that separated the supply elevator and her office from the kitchen and the cafeteria.

At the supply elevator, and the emergency exit at the end of the hallway, she made sure the doors were locked and the outside shutters were still down. “Someone here has to have the codes in case something happens to me. I’m going to trust you and Mark with them but neither of you are allowed to use them without my permission. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll pass them on to Mark.”

Grace nodded. “Okay, this is the supply elevator we used earlier. As you know it has two doors. This one opens into this hallway and the storage room on the lower level. Another set of doors on the opposite side open to the dock. I’ve already locked the outer shutter with a new code. After we used the elevator to bring in the supplies, I locked it into place and locked the doors and the lowered shutter. I’ll give you those codes later. Right now we need to change the code on this shutter.”

She pointed to a number above the door. “This is door one. The other doors are also numbered. The new code is an ampersand followed by the year the academy opened, a percent sign, an asterisk, and the door number last.”

Luke nodded. “Okay, I’ve got it.”

She had Luke change the code on the supply elevator while she watched him. He keyed it in correctly reassuring her that he was the right student to trust. They passed into the cafeteria and changed the code at the front doors then secured the other doors and returned to her office where she grabbed a stack of books before they returned to the lower level.

She set the books on a table and checked on the other cadets. Neal had the situation under control having served Megan, Sherry and John bowls of cobbler and ice cream. She sent him an approving smile before she led Luke away.

She pointed to the far wall. “You all know where the dorms and showers are located.” She smiled. “One for females and one for males. The Edgars don’t really believe in the coed life.”

Luke smiled. “No kidding.”

Grace nodded. “I’m going to show you three areas that only I know about.” She led Luke through the storage room to the back corner behind the shelves. Facing the wall she opened a concealed door and stepped through it. He followed her, and she gave him a few seconds to look around while she sat down and typed her password into a computer. She pulled up the security program and locked everyone but herself out of the system.

Luke sat down in the other chair and she told him her password and explained the system to him. “Mr. Edgar has always been paranoid about workers and cadets stealing food from the kitchens. This security system was installed in his office when the new cafeteria and emergency shelter were built. Mr. Manning put this one in the shelter without Mr. Edgar’s knowledge. I’ve just locked him out. Now, only we have access to the cameras on the inside and outside of this building. There’s also radio equipment in here and a manual. I haven’t had time to read it, so I don’t know how it works.”

“I know how to operate it and so do Mark and Neal.” Luke watched the bank of monitors. “Holy crap, what is that?” He leaned closer to the monitor then pointed at a figure on the dock. “Do you see that thing, Ms. Walker?”

She watched it for a moment. It still wore part of a pair of jeans. Shirtless, it had deep scratches and bite marks on its chest and arms. In some places pieces of flesh had been gouged out while in others places the skin and muscle had been torn away. The creature’s lips were circular like a lamprey eel’s. They constantly moved, puckering and relaxing, as if it couldn’t control the movement. Its eyes glowed a reddish-yellow, and she realized it was staring at the camera as if it knew they were watching it. “That’s the one that attacked Susan.”

“How many others did you see?”

“At least a dozen or more.”

“Can you turn off the dock lights from here.?”

Grace brought up the security program and typed in a command. The lights blinked off. “Let’s hope your uncle sends help by morning so we can get out of here.”

“I don’t know, Ms. Walker, from what Megan said it might take a while before he can do that.”

“We’ll see, but for now we’re in a secure building. We have food and water, and a TV.” She rolled the chair over to a cabinet, opened the doors and picked up a remote control. Using it she powered on the TV and tuned it to a major news station.

A well-known reporter appeared on the screen. Pale and scared she continuously glanced around her as she reported in a high-pitched voice. Behind her people ran while others were attacked by the same creatures they’d seen on the campus. Blood stained the street, the people and the creatures. A banner ran across the bottom of the screen advising people to stay in their homes and to lock their doors and windows.

“Look.” Luke pointed to a blood-covered man who staggered to his feet then ran toward the reporter. “They just attacked him and he’s already one of them.”

The man lunged at the reporter, knocking her to the ground and biting her neck. The cameraman set the camera on the ground and ran to help the reporter. It continued to broadcast as he was mobbed by a swarm of the creatures.

Grace watched for several more minutes then stood up. “Okay, let’s keep moving. All the cadets need to know how to get into this room as well as what I’m going to show you next.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Luke said.

She moved to the corner. “Watch.” She placed her feet on two floor tiles and pressed on the wall. Another concealed door opened to a three-foot wide passage. It went back fifty feet, ending in a vertical passage with a ladder attached to one wall. “This is the access to the roof. The hatch at the top can only be opened from the inside and it’s disguised as a vent. Cameras show the entire roof. If we ever need to go up there we can be sure it’s clear first.” She ended by telling him the key code.

“How thick are these walls?” Luke asked.

“Six feet thick around the lower floor and they extend six feet above ground. The walls on the upper level are two-foot thick reinforced concrete.” Grace moved to the wall on the other side of the ladder. Reaching down she pressed latches on the back of the first and third rungs. Another concealed door opened and a line of dim lights lit up a long, eight-foot-wide tunnel. “This opens a quarter mile beyond the campus wall. The hatch can only be opened from inside and there are cameras hidden in the trees so we can see if the area is clear.” She pointed to the ceiling. The center six feet was flat but each upper corner had a short diagonal wall that ran from the ceiling to the wall about a foot down. “I’ll tell you about those in a few minutes.” She closed the door, and they returned to the security room. “Get Mark. I’ll show the two of you the rest of the shelter and then he can monitor the cameras and television. We also need to get the radios working and begin a log of the information we gather.”

He left to get him and she watched the news as more scenes of horror were shown from all over the country. By the time they returned she knew for sure that they were in extreme danger and she couldn’t help but wonder if they were already on their own. Chicago was hundreds of miles away but the infection had already reached Colorado, and many other cities.

Luke did a quick overview of the system and showed Mark the way to the roof and the tunnel. They returned and Mark watched the news while Luke secured the passage.

Grace beckoned them to follow her. In the hallway, she opened another door. “This is the battery room for the solar panels on the roof. The system is set up to work automatically if we lose public power. First the solar system will turn on and keep us going for up to six days depending on how conservative we use it. If it’s cloudy and they can’t charge, then a generator will automatically take over. Several panels and a generator and propane tank behind the faculty garage supply energy to the upper level. She smiled. “A more powerful generator is buried in a sound proof room a hundred feet from us. The fuel tanks that feed it are buried outside the wall. They hold enough fuel for two years—longer if we conserve it. The wiring for the generator and the supply lines for water and propane are located inside the escape tunnel in the upper corners. They can’t be tampered with by anyone on the inside or outside.”

“Like Mr. Edgar or Mr. Rogers,” Luke said.

“Exactly.” Grace led them to the back corner. “This is the second secret between the three of us for now.” She pressed on a corner of a shelf then stepped on a tile twice. A hidden door swung open revealing a large armory. “I know you’ve been trained to use these weapons but they’re for emergency use only.”

“I’d say this is an emergency,” Luke said.

“Not unless we believe one of those things is going to get in here.”

He and Mark walked around the perimeter of the room, examining the rifles, handguns, extra magazines and ammo. There were stacked boxes of night vision goggles and scopes for the rifles as well as headsets and extra batteries with chargers. A rack across one wall held different patterns of cammies with rows of boots below them. Several types of bows hung on another wall along with a massive supply of arrows. A long table took up the center of the room. “Now I know for sure that this is a bunker but why and how was this done?”

“When enrollments fell off seven years ago, they hired Charles Manning to update the campus. His son, Kyle, was a junior then. Mr. Manning threatened to remove him and tell his friends why if this shelter wasn’t included.” She shrugged. “For once the Edgars were backed into a corner and had to give in, but Mr. Manning included the armory, the security room, and the escape tunnel without the Edgars’ knowledge.”

Luke looked around. “The Edgar Military Academy has a reputation for austerity. I bet it nearly killed them to spend this much money.”

“Yes, it was actually very enjoyable watching them squirm,” Grace said. “The building is also a huge faraday cage and self-sustaining. That’s why the walls are so thick. Only the solar panels on the roof are vulnerable to an EMP or CME, and there are extra panels stored over there in the corner.” She led them out and closed the concealed door then returned to the hallway. She pushed another door open. “Medical. All the good stuff is locked up tight.”

Luke and Mark glanced in then caught up to her as she returned to the security room. “How do you know about all this stuff?” Luke asked, then stammered, “I mean, I know you’re in charge of the kitchen, but you never struck me as a prepper.”

“I wasn’t until Mr. Manning turned me into one. He trusted me because his brother is a Marine and he knew my dad.” She grinned. “He figured that meant I’d been raised right. Anyway, he wanted his son and the other cadets to be safe if something happened.”

“Like the blizzards that wipe out our electricity and strand us for weeks at a time in the winter,” Mark said.

Grace nodded. “Mr. Manning took an instant dislike to Rogers and he couldn’t believe he’d been hired to be the Security Director. He made me promise to try to try to take over the shelter in an emergency. He also promised to find me another job when the Edgars fired me.” She shrugged. “He taught me how to lock everyone out of the security system and the building, then gave me a stack of books to read on disaster preparedness. Every year on my vacation he sends me to a training of some kind. All bills paid and always interesting locations. Nice and sunny and warm.”

“Sounds like he believed something worse than a blizzard might happen,” Luke said.

Grace avoided his eyes. She’d thought the same thing. In fact, she’d looked Mr. Manning up and had discovered he came from a family with a long history of military and political service. He also had a lot of connections.

Back in the security room Luke stood by one of the chairs offering it to Grace. “No, thanks, I need to check on the other cadets and then I’m going to bring them in here so we can discuss what’s happening. Please turn the volume down on the television before I return.”

“We need to make sure someone is in here watching the cameras, radios and television at all times.”

Mark took the other chair. “I’ll get the radios working.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” Grace left them and wandered through the storage area, worried she’d left something undone. She ran through a mental list of tasks and decided everything was secure for the moment. In the dining hall she sat down and rested her hands on the table. “Have any of you been able to get a call through to your parents?”

Sherry held her phone up. “I got through to my mother. I told her where I was and she said my dad had already contacted her. He ordered me to get to the shelter and stay here. He’s Army.” She shrugged. “My mom wanted to talk to you, Ms. Walker, but the call dropped and I couldn’t get through again.”

“I’m just happy you got through the first time,” Grace said. “Anyone else get through?”

“No. The rest of us got messages to try again later and 9-1-1 is out of order,” John said.

“Try sending text messages,” Sherry said. “They’ll work when a call won’t.”

Grace gave them until twenty two hundred to send texts. She knew they usually hit the rack earlier than this and they were probably wearing down but they needed to talk before bed. When they put the phones down she stood up. “Please continue trying to get through as long as the system is working but right now grab a chair and come with me.”

In the security room, she sat down in the chair Luke offered her. The cadets arranged their chairs around her, but remained standing.

Luke stepped forward. “Ready, seats.”

The students sat down but their posture remained stiff.

“At ease,” Luke said, and they relaxed but remained quiet. All eyes were on Grace as they waited for her to speak. Their faces showed the trauma they’d experienced, but they also looked determined to fight and survive. They tried to keep their eyes on her but she caught several of them glancing at the television.

“Tonight we lost people we care about. We’ve seen creatures unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. I know you’re training to handle the unexpected but these creatures are way out of our experience. We need to discuss what’s happening and what we’re going to do so we need to have all the information available to do that.” She pointed the remote at the television and raised the volume.

More reports came in from all over the country. The virus was spreading, and the infected were multiplying and attacking people. The hospitals and first responders were being overrun and people were trying to flee the cities. In many places there were huge crowds of creatures pulling people from their cars or homes and killing them. Grace saw several of the cadets wiping away tears as they watched. When the reports began to repeat she lowered the volume.

“I know you’re worried about your families and friends. I also know the people who love you would want you to be safe. The school brochure includes information about this shelter. I believe that will give them hope that you are alive,” Grace said. “If any of you want to talk about your fears for your family or friends, I’m available to listen.”

Sherry raised her hand.

“Yes, Sherry,” Grace said.

Sherry stood up. “Ma’am, you know what my parents are like. My friends here are my family. Are we really safe?”

Grace nodded. “This building is probably one of the most secure places in the country right now.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Sherry sat down again.

John raised his hand.

“Just a minute, John.” Grace motioned to Luke to follow her. In the hallway, she turned to him. “I know I’m the adult in the room and it’s better to maintain discipline and training at a time like this but I can’t do the military commands and level of conduct.”

“I understand, but Megan is only fifteen. Sherry is sixteen, John is seventeen and Mark, Neal and I are eighteen. I’m having a hard time dealing with what’s happened and I have the highest rank here. I’d like to be able to say I’m prepared for this but the truth is I’m not.”

Grace leaned against the wall. “How about this—I’m in charge but everyone calls me by my first name and I have the final say on every decision? You continue to conduct our meetings and that way you maintain a position of authority and the cadets continue to feel secure. We just need to get everyone through this until rescue arrives.”

Luke thought about it for a moment then nodded. “I can do that.”

They returned to the room and Grace said, “Okay, we have some new rules. First, all of you have permission to call me Grace. You don’t have to hold up your hand or stand before you speak to me. I do expect everyone to treat each other with respect and kindness, and no talking over each other. Luke is in charge of maintaining discipline and continuing your training but I have final say on all decisions. So, first question, does anyone have a problem with these new rules?”

She received a chorus of negatives. Smiling she pointed to John. “Okay, John, you were asking a question.”

“I was going to say that the shelter may be secure but how long can we stay here? Your car is here so I think we should get it and drive to the airport.”

“No,” Luke said. “Trying to fight our way to the car would expose us to the infection. Besides, there’s more to this shelter than you’ve seen. You know about the dorm rooms, showers, food, water, galley kitchen and dining area. We also have this security system and we can monitor the outside of the building and every area inside it with the exception of the sleeping dorms and showers. We also a television for now and several radio systems. The number one rule concerning the radios is we only monitor them—we don’t transmit. Understood?”

“If we lose electricity we’ll be in the dark. What will we do then?” John asked.

Luke had been leaning against a wall. Now he stood with confidence like the soldier he’d someday be. He opened the concealed door. “We have our water and energy supply secured and we have an escape route. You’ll each be shown the escape tunnel tomorrow but only Grace, Mark and I will have the codes to open the hatches.” He closed the door.

“Yes,” the five cadets said.

“We’re going to pair up and have two people in here at all times. That will give us three teams,” Luke said. “I’m a night owl so who wants to join me?”

“Me,” John said.

Good,” Luke said. “We’ll work in four hour shifts.”

“I can take a shift,” Grace said.

“No,” Luke said. “We need you to manage the bunker, the meals and the schedule.”

“I can do that and still take a shift in here. I’ll take noon to fifteen hundred,” Grace said, her voice determined.

“Then, Luke and I will take midnight to zero four hundred and fifteen hundred to eighteen hundred,” John said.

“I’ll pair up with Megan and teach her how to operate the radio,” Mark said. “We’ll take zero four hundred to zero eight hundred and eighteen hundred to twenty one hundred.”

“I’ll pair up with Sherry and we’ll take zero eight hundred to twelve hundred and twenty one hundred to midnight,” Neal said. “That covers all the hours.

“And, gives the six of you time together after lunch,” Grace said.

“Thank you, Grace,” Luke said. “We also need a schedule for exercising, cooking, and cleaning.”

“Megan and I will be on security duty at zero four hundred so one of us will wake everyone at zero five hundred with the exception of Luke and John,” Neal said.

Sherry spoke up. “I don’t think the girls should have to do all the cooking and dish washing.”

“I agree,” Megan said.

“I’ll make a menu to follow and a list of tasks that need to be done each day. Each team will take a turn helping me cook and clean the galley. Breakfast and supper will be hot meals. Lunch will be salads and sandwiches. Anyone who doesn’t know how to cook is going to learn,” Grace said. “If you’re not on galley duty or security then your team will take turns helping me keep the rest of the shelter clean.”

“This is going to get old fast,” Sherry said.

Grace secretly agreed but tried to encourage her as well as the others. “According to the television reports these creatures are already all over the country and they’re spreading fast. They’re extremely contagious and dangerous. There are games and books in the cabinets in the dining area for free time. I also have a stack of disaster preparedness books. You all need to read them and we’ll discuss them in case we ever need to abandon the shelter.”

“We have our phones so we can play games on them, too,” Megan said.

“No,” Luke said. “First, we need to download as much information as we can while we still have public utilities and the internet. Information and books on everything you can think of like gardening, preserving meat, medical treatments, building—.”

“Maps,” Neal said. “All roads, cities, everything including satellite views.

“Can we use the computers in here,” Sherry asked. “What are we going to save the information on?”

“I have two laptops in my office along with a printer and two cases of paper and extra ink cartridges,” Grace said. “We’ll move them down here tomorrow.”

“We need someone to be in charge of the project,” Luke said.

“I’ll do it,” Neal said. “We’ll start with maps of our area, and I have another suggestion. Get onto an agricultural university’s farming and animal husbandry website. They’ll have information sheets we can print off.”

Sherry leaned forward. “I’ll make a list of subjects we need but everyone needs to add your ideas to it. We’ll post it in the dining area.”

The meeting continued until they’d worked out a schedule. At the end, Grace held it up. “I’ll post this in the dining hall and we’ll work out the rest as we go along. For now, let’s make up the bunks, shower and get some sleep.”

Megan held up her hand.

Grace nodded to her. “Yes, Megan.”

“Are you absolutely sure we’re safe here?”

“As safe as we can be, and we can monitor the creatures and learn more about them,” Grace said.

“They kill people. What else do we need to know?” Megan asked.

“How they hunt, for one thing,” Luke said. “Do they zero in on movement or sounds? What about scent? I saw one sniff the air as if it was trying to locate prey. What about lights?”

“What about cooking smells?” Neal asked.

Grace shook her head. “The man who designed this shelter took all that into account. There are filters on the vent above the cooking range. The HVAC system cleans the air and recycles it.”

“That’s it for tonight unless someone has something to add,” Luke said.

Sherry held her hand up then spoke when Luke pointed to her. “What are we going to do about the cadets in the library? I saw four run into the building. Stephan Greco and Damien Moretti went after them.”

“If we’re going to rescue them it has to be soon but we need to make weapons of some kind,” Mark said.

Neal stood. “There are already a lot of infected creatures out there. The longer we wait the more there will be.”

Luke glanced at Grace then acknowledged her permission to tell them about the armory with a nod.

THREE

“WE HAVE WEAPONS including headsets,” Luke said. “Come with me. We might as well get everyone armed.”

Luke opened the armory door then had Neal, John and Sherry join him. “John, you and Neal are our best shooters so you both get MK11s with scopes and suppressors. All three of you get your pick of the bows. Make sure to get plenty of arrows. We’re going to need them for our mission.”

“Stephan and Damien are on my archery team,” Neal said. “That will give us five people who are experts with bows.”

Luke agreed. “Grab a pack and a duffle then get several sets of cammies and don’t forget boots and a helmet. I’ll get the weapons along with extra magazines and boxes of cartridges.”

Neal, Mark and Sherry set empty duffels on the table and began filling them. They each grabbed a bow and plenty of arrows. Luke laid the weapons and ammunition on the table. “I gave you NVGs and headsets with extra batteries.”

They finished loading their duffels then carried their gear from the room. John entered next. Luke continued handing out weapons and gear until everyone was armed and Grace joined him.

“I figure one of those classes Mr. Manning sent you to was weapons training. Right?” Luke moved to the rack of rifles. “Let me choose a weapon for you.”

“No need. My dad was a Marine sniper. He taught me to shoot. I’ll take an MK11 with a scope and suppressor.” She looked at the pistols and pointed to a Glock 19. “And I’ll take two of those.”

“I’m learning a lot of surprising things about you tonight,” he said, impressed. “I’ll grab the ammo and magazines for both of them along with a few other things. Grab two sets of winter cammies, boots, and a helmet. I’m not handing out armor. I don’t think we’ll need it on this mission.”

Grace held a shirt against herself and looked down. “Ugh, my dad always said I’d end up in boots and cammies someday. Are you sure I can’t wear my own clothes?”

Luke grinned and shook his head. “Nope, you’re in the military now.”

She picked up a pair of boots and a helmet. Luke set the rest of the items on the table and she arranged them in the duffel as if she’d done it a hundred times.

“Don’t forget to grab a pack.”

Grace hefted it onto her shoulder, grabbed the duffel and pretended to stagger under the weight before she grinned. “I’ll change clothes and meet you in the dining hall.”

Ten minutes later when Grace entered the dining area the cadets stood up and quietly clapped. She grinned then dragged a chair into position at the far end of the table and dropped into it. “Okay, Luke, what’s the plan?”

“Bravo is Neal, Mark, Sherry, and me. All radio contact will be between me and security. If something happens to me then Neil takes over. Security is Base One with Megan in charge. This is a search and rescue mission. We’re going to the library to find Stephan and Damien, and anyone else with them. Any questions so far?”

Grace and the cadets shook their heads.

“We’ll use the elevator to exit and return. Security will notify Grace and John when it’s safe to open the door Bravo will exit. Grace and John will close the door and remain on the elevator during the mission. They will act as reinforcement if needed. Understood?”

“Yes,” Grace, John and Megan said.

“If we run into trouble we may have to hunker down and stay put until it’s safe to move. If that happens I’ll notify security and Grace and John will stand down. Understood?”

“Yes,” Grace, John, and Megan said again.

“If we have multiple hostiles on our way back Security will make sure it’s safe for Grace and John to open the elevator door. They’ll open it, move onto the dock, and lay down covering fire for us. Understood?”

Grace, Megan and John said, “Yes.”

“Ideally we’ll accomplish this mission without being pursued,” Luke said. “If we manage that, then Security will advise Grace and John to open the doors and they’ll guard the dock until we reach them.” Luke looked at Grace and John. “The mission should take us thirty mikes.”

“Okay,” Grace said.

“Neil is in charge of gathering food and water to take with us. Can you help him with that, Grace and please keep it as light as possible.”

“Will do,” she said.

He marked off an item on the paper in front of him.

“When are you going?” Grace asked and caught the look Luke gave Neal, Mark and Sherry. “Please, tell me you’re not thinking of doing this now—the sun will be up in less than two hours.”

“This is the best chance we’ll have to rescue them,” Luke said.

“We think the creatures howl to let the others know there’s food available,” Sherry said. “The longer we wait the more creatures there will be.”

Grace stood up. “You’ve forgotten that these things are contagious. According to the television reports if you get their blood or saliva in your eyes or mouth or even just a scratch then you turn into one of them.”

“We have a plan for that,” Luke said. “We’re going to protect ourselves as much as possible by covering up and wearing goggles. Then, we’re going to move mattresses into the upper dining hall along with food and water and quarantine ourselves for two days.”

Grace thought the plan could work but was it worth risking all their lives when they didn’t even know if Stephan, Damien, and the other cadets were still alive? She looked at Luke, Damien and Stephan and saw the same expression on their faces that she’d seen on her father’s so many times. The one that said he was willing to do whatever was needed, even take a trip into hell, to protect her and her mother and his country.

“We’ve got to do this, Grace,” Luke said.

“Yes, I know but I’m worried for you. For all of you, so we do this on two conditions. First, one of the guys and Sherry stays behind with Megan. Second, I go with you. When we return we go directly to the upper dining area.”

He watched her for a moment then nodded. “Are you sure you can handle this?”

Grace smiled. “When my family went camping my father and I played a version of hide and seek. The longer I could hide from him the bigger the prize I won. When I was sixteen he bet me I couldn’t elude him for two days. The prize was a red Mustang convertible.” She smiled. “It’s parked in a garage in town for sunny weekends. So, yes, I can get to and from the library.”

“Okay, Sherry and John stay behind this time,” Luke said. “We have a plan and things to do before we carry out our mission. Let’s get busy.”

# # #

Luke slid beneath the tree, rolled onto his back and looked up, searching the branches for creatures. Snow covered the branches, but they appeared free of any hostiles. He signaled to Mark and Grace to move forward.

They ran in a crouch to a line of thick bushes and dropped into the snow beside him. Mark glanced at Luke, signaling that the area ahead of them was clear.

Luke waved Neal forward to his position as he moved to the side of the library and blended into a snow drift next to the stairs. He signaled to Neal and Mark to check the roof while Grace watched their six. A few seconds later they gave him the all clear. He searched the area behind then signaled them to follow him into the library.

The ornate glass of the brass doors was shattered. He set his feet down softly but glass still crunched beneath his boots. Silently, he ducked through the opening in the bottom half of the left door and moved along the left wall. Mark followed him, moving to the right with Neal next to him. Grace took a knee just inside the door and watched for movement behind them.

They listened for several seconds. Nothing stirred in the hushed stillness of the library. Luke followed the wall to the end of the entrance and checked out the first and second floor of the area he could see. Mark stopped across from him, checking out the area to their left. Neal moved beside him.

A large circular librarians’ counter sat in the center of the lower floor with chairs and tables arranged around it. The stacks branched away from it like the spokes of a wheel, extending back into the darkness. A stained glass dome sat above the center, lighting the area.

Luke pointed to the right where the head librarians’ office and the reference room were located. He slipped around the corner and entered a narrow aisle between the wall and the long shelves of books. Neal, Mark, and Grace followed him. He signaled to Mark to watch the area above and to Grace to stay and watch behind them. She nodded and slipped into the darkness.

Luke, Mark and Neal moved toward the end of the shelves. Another long shelf ran parallel to it forming an aisle with another aisle leading off it to the librarians’ office and the reference room. They stopped long enough to lower their NVGs and let their eyes adjust Every few steps, Luke stopped and listened for the sound of clicking. He reached the end of the shelves and glanced around the edge, then ducked back and held up a fist. Mark and Neal stopped behind him. He pointed to his eyes then indicated there was one hostile three rows over, crouched down on the floor.

They’d agreed during the planning to use their carbines only as a last resort. Even though they were equipped with suppressors the sound of firing them would draw other creatures to the area especially if the first shot wasn’t a kill and the creature had time to howl.

They backtracked, passing Grace, then crept around the shelves until they were in the aisle next to the creature. Mark and Luke drew their knives. Luke belly crawled to the other end while Mark moved into position at the end nearest the library’s circular check-out desk. Neal loaded an arrow in his compound bow then climbed to the top of the wide shelf and slid over the smooth wood until he was directly above the creature. He glanced down at Luke and saw the signal to fire at will. Taking aim, he released the steel-tipped arrow. It hit the creature in the top of the head, passing through and exiting beneath its chin.

“Go,” Neal said.

Luke ran around the corner. The creature tried to howl, but the arrow held its puckered lips together. When it saw him, it charged. Mark ran up behind it and shot another arrow through its head. It stood for a moment then fell to the floor. Luke jumped back, keeping his distance from the blood.

Neal slid down from the top of the shelves while Luke scanned the long aisle that ran between the end of the stacks and the wall of shelves at the back of the room. They waited, listening for the sound of the creatures. After several moments, Luke signaled them to follow him. He moved into the hallway and pointed to the office. Mark moved to the right side while Neal moved directly in front of the door with his bow up and ready. Luke grasped the knob, glanced at them, then opened the door.

Weapons up they moved into the room. Neal went left and Mark went right. Luke took the center and searched behind the desk. They finished clearing it then closed the door and moved to the reference room door. Luke tapped on it. One soft tap, followed by three taps, then two taps.

They waited for a response. When they didn’t get one, Luke dropped to the floor and spoke through the narrow crack at the bottom. “It’s Luke Matthews. I’ve got Mark, Neal and Grace with me. We’re here to take you to the shelter.”

A few seconds later, Stephan Greco opened the door and beckoned to them.

Luke and Mark entered but Neal stayed in the hall watching for hostiles.

“Is it just the two of you?” Luke asked, nodding to Damien Moretti.

“No, we managed to grab one of the cadets before the creatures broke through the front door. The other three scattered into the stacks. I don’t think they made it,” Damian said as a girl with long red hair and freckles stepped into view. Damian introduced her. “You know Sabrina Carson.”

Neal nodded. “Are any of you hurt? Sick?”

“No,” Damien said. “We locked ourselves in here while those things were invading the library. It sounded like there were dozens of them.”

“Then, let’s go.” Luke handed Stephan, Damien and Sabrina compound bows and 9mm Glocks. “Use the arrows if you can and don’t shoot your pistols unless I give the order. We think these things are drawn to noise, movement, and smell. Once we leave the library we’re going to try to return to the shelter sight unseen. If we can’t then we fight and run.”

“Mark, you and Grace take point. I’m next with Sabrina behind me. Damien, you take right. Stephan, you have left. Neil you bring up the rear. Everyone watch the trees. We stay together and move fast.”

They nodded and followed Mark and Grace out.

At the front door, Mark stopped, scoped the area outside the library, then signaled them to follow him. One after the other, they ducked through the door, running from shadow to shadow toward the cafeteria.

They were a hundred meters from the cafeteria when a shrill hissing screech came from behind them.

“Multiple contacts behind us,” Neal said, his voice calm on the headset.

“Don’t shoot unless they pursue us,” Luke said, struggling to get through snow that was over a foot deep in some places.

“Base One to Bravo. Multiple hostiles on either side of you. Over.”

“Bravo to Base One. Understood. Out.”

“Open fire,” Luke said, firing his weapon in short bursts. “Watch your fields of fire.”

Grace moved a couple meters to Mark’s right, found a target and fired her weapon. She chose her targets carefully, aiming for the head and trying to send two bullets into each one. She swept the area directly ahead of her and to her right while Mark took out the creatures to his left and in front of him.

They ran, fired, and then ran again, making sure to stay together as a group.

Creatures screeched as they died, and those that were wounded, and in many cases had lost limbs, crawled through the snow determined to feed. Sabrina stepped up next to Luke and Grace and helped them keep the field to their right open.

Mark, Damien, and Stephan held the creatures back on the left. They fired in rapid bursts sending body parts flying while Neil kept the creatures from rushing them from behind.

“Keep moving,” Luke yelled.

Grace spotted the dock ahead of her and laid down a wall of bullets, taking out or injuring the creatures that tried to block them from reaching the dock. As she ran through them with Sabrina behind her, she shot each one in the head and heard Sabrina doing the same. Jumping onto the dock, she ran to the keypad with Sabrina sticking close, guarding her back. Once the doors were open, she waved the others forward.

Grace continued firing shorts bursts. Once a creature fell she moved on to the next one. Sabrina laid down covering fire, kicking up clouds of snow and taking down one creature after another.

Grace saw movement to Sabrina’s right and stepped farther out on the dock, shooting a creature that moved so rapidly it was nearly a blur of motion. She missed the first time and fired again this time hitting it. The bullets climbed up the creature’s body in a line to its head. It fell back and tumbled down the stairs. She turned back in time to see Luke and Mark firing at the roof above her and stepped back in time to avoid being hit by a falling body.

Luke urged them to pick up the pace. They reached the dock and leapt onto it, rushing into the elevator. Sabrina and Grace continued laying down fire while they backed into the opening. Once they were inside, they stepped to the side while Luke and Mark took a knee and continued firing from the center position. Damien grabbed the overhead door and jerked it down.

Grace secured the doors then moved around the perimeter of the elevator to the other set of doors. After opening them she stepped out and beckoned to the cadets, recognizing all three of them. “This way.”

They followed her into the large dining hall.

Sabrina Carson smiled when her belly rumbled. “Thank you for coming after us. I’m so hungry and thirsty at this point I could drink my own pee.”

“No need for that now or ever hopefully.” Grace opened a box and held out a water bottle. “There’s food in here as well.”

Luke placed his weapons on a table and the others did the same then pulled out chairs and passed the box around.

Grace sat down and rested against the back of the chair. “We were concerned that one of you might have been exposed to the infection so we prepared this room for all of us. We’re quarantined for forty-eight hours.”

“We’ve laid out mattresses and made them up. Females over there. Males over there.” Luke pointed to two corners of the room. “There are spare clothes and bathing supplies in the bathrooms and enough food and water for two days. Although there’s more in the kitchen.”

Without warning Grace began shaking. She fell forward, resting her head on her arms on the table.

“Grace!” Luke yelled and started to get up to help her.

She held up a hand. “It’s just the adrenaline wearing off.” She tried to laugh but couldn’t. “And, total and complete terror.”

The cadets smiled. Sabrina giggled, and the others began laughing, at first softly, then muffling the sound as tears ran down their cheeks. After several minutes they stopped and one by one slumped back in their chairs.

“Holy crap, I’ve never been so scared in my entire life,” Damien said, and laughed again.

“Hell, I can’t believe we’re still alive,” Stephan said. “What the hell are those things?”

Neal shook his head. “I was so scared I think I need to change my pants.”

“Did anyone else notice how hard they are to kill?” Sabrina asked.

Mark nodded. “I swear I emptied an entire magazine into one and it kept charging me.”

Sabrina sat forward. “They were all around us. Where did they all come from?”

Grace sat up. “We have a lot to tell you about what’s going on but the first thing to remember is that these things are contagious.” There would be time enough tomorrow to tell them what they’d decided had happened. After watching the news they’d decided that an enemy of the United States had attacked with a biological weapon. The knowledge that anyone could do such a thing enraged all of them, and personally Grace hoped the infection had reached whoever had done this and destroyed them as well.

Luke stood up. “We did great today. We accomplished our mission and we’ve earned some rack time. This building is secure and everyone knows the locations of the bathrooms. We’ll have two people on guard at all times in case someone turns. We all know what has to be done. I know I don’t want to be one of those things. I’d rather be put out of my misery. Now, if something, or someone, tries to get in Security will notify us and we will maintain a silent presence.”

Grace set her empty water bottle down. “It may be only oh seven hundred but I’m exhausted and I’m going to take a nap. Wake me if anything happens.”

# # #

Forty hours later, Grace led all six of the cadets onto the elevator and pressed the down button.

The moment she opened the doors, Megan and Sherry ran forward and hugged everyone. “We’ve missed you all so much.” She stepped back then waved at the three newcomers. “Hi, Sabrina. Hi, Stephan. Hi, Damien. We fixed sandwiches, salad and chocolate pudding. It’s in the dining area this way.”

They followed her and she pointed to the buffet. “I have to get back to security but I’ll see all of you in the morning.”

“I’ll cover security. You stay and visit,” Neal said.

“I’ve slept all day so I’ll join you and we’ll keep watch until oh four hundred,” Sherry said. She and Neil grabbed some food and bottles of juice and left.

Megan sat down. “I can’t believe you all made it.” She smiled even though tears ran down her face. “It was so scary watching you and not being able to help.”

Luke sat down next to her and hugged her. “You did help by being our security line.”

They ate and visited for thirty minutes then Megan began cleaning up the buffet and putting the leftovers in the fridge.

“Thank you, Megan,” Grace said.

Luke climbed to his feet. “I’m going to talk to John and Sherry first.”

“You know where the sleeping dorms and the shower rooms are located. The linens are in the lockers next to each bunk. There’s also a cupboard stocked with the Academy sweats, socks, slippers and deck shoes in the utility room between the two dorms.”

“Thank goodness,” Sabrina said. “We didn’t have time to grab anything before we ran.”

“Sherry and I already have bunks, and so does John,” Megan looked at Grace and Sabrina. “I’ll help you make up your bunks if you like.”.

Grace smiled at the young teen. She was always willing to pitch in. “I’m going to turn off all the lights in the shelter but I’ll leave a nightlight on in the galley and shower rooms. Tomorrow I’ll make sure everyone has a flashlight.”

Forty minutes later, Grace adjusted the temperature of a shower and stepped beneath the steamy spray. Standing there, head down, she sent a silent prayer of thanks for Mr. Manning.

FOUR

May 3, 2015

GRACE AND SABRINA were on duty watching the cameras when one of the creatures crashed through the branches of a tree to the ground. It lay there, writhing. Its body jerked and spasmed as blood flowed from its eyes and ears. It opened its mouth and blood spewed from its puckered lips as it howled. It appeared to be dying a tortured death and it made her sad. It had once been a human, someone’s child. The thought brought tears to her eyes. Another creature fell, followed by another and another, until the entire area she could see was covered by dying creatures.

The first creature stopped moving, but the others continued to suffer until one by one they lay still, the surrounding snow stained with blood that was more black than red. Seeing, and realizing, how many of them had surrounded the building frightened Grace, and she gave thanks once again for Mr. Manning’s planning.

“Sabrina, go get the others.”

Sabrina nodded, but didn’t move. Grace looked at her and saw tears running down her cheeks. She hugged her, patting her shoulder. “It’s horrifying, I know, but at least now they’re at peace.” She felt Sabrina draw in several deep breathes as she tried to regain control. Finally, she nodded and moved back.

“I’ll get them,” she said and left the room.

Several minutes later the cadets gathered around the monitors, pointing out creature after creature.

“Gross,” Sherry said. “Look at all the infected gore.”

“What’s killing them?” Megan asked.

Grace shrugged. “I don’t know. They just started falling from the trees and dying.”

“Damn, that means they’ve been there all along and we didn’t know it,” Luke said.

Grace nodded. “I wish we had audio. Maybe we’ve missed the sounds of planes flying over us. From now on we need to watch the views of the sky that we have on the cameras.”

Stephan turned on the television and flipped through the channels getting static on all stations. “No broadcasting. Not even civil defense.”

Luke scanned through the radio frequencies and was about to give up when he picked up a station that faded in and out.

“It sounds military.” Mark moved closer, taking a knee by the radio.

The room grew quiet as they listened and tried to make out the words.

Luke handed a paper and pen to Sabrina. “Log these words—depletion. Survived. Evolving. Dangerous. Longer contagious. Countryside. Variants.” The signal faded again and this time he couldn’t get it back. “Damn it. That’s it.” He looked at Sabrina. “Read the words back one at a time.”

Sabrina put the pen down. “The first word is depletion.”

“I think they’re talking about how the creatures died. The military sprayed some kind of poison and depleted the number of creatures,” Neal said.

“I agree,” Luke said. “Anyone have another idea?”

“It could mean the human race has been depleted,” Grace said.

“True,” Luke said. “Okay, next word.”

“Survived.”

“So maybe some humans like us have survived or some of the creatures survived. Aren’t the next two words ‘evolved’ and ‘dangerous?’” Damien asked and Sabrina nodded. “So, the survivors have evolved and now they’re more dangerous than ever so I think they were talking about the creatures.”

“Does everyone agree with Damien’s conclusion?” Luke asked, and the others nodded. “Okay, next word.”

Sabrina held up two fingers. “Longer contagious.”

“I’ve been thinking about that phrase ever since I heard it,” Megan said. “I think they probably said no longer contagious. That’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“I agree, but the next word was ‘countryside,’” Sherry said. “I think that the ones in the cities died but not in the countryside.”

“Because they only dropped the poison on the larger cities, like Denver, and it spread to the area around the cities, like us. They haven’t had time to drop it everywhere yet so the creatures in the countryside are still contagious,” Stephan said.

“We’re over a hundred miles from Denver as the crow flies,” Neil said. “It wouldn’t have spread that far.”

“We saw them die so we know the poison was here. Maybe it drifted on the wind or they began spraying too early. We have no way of knowing,” Luke said. “Next word.”

“It’s the last one,” Sabrina said. “Variants.”

“That means another version of something,” John said.

“So, all together—the military depleted, or reduced, the number of creatures by poisoning them. Some survived and they’ve evolved and are more dangerous than ever but they’re no longer contagious—.”

“Except in the countryside where they didn’t drop the poison,” Neal said. “I think they’ll complete that operation soon.”

Luke nodded. “Does anyone disagree with our conclusion?” The others shook their heads. He pointed to Neal. “Try the shortwave again.”

Neal did but couldn’t pick up anyone. “I don’t think there are any civilians left alive out there. At least none with shortwave radios.”

“That means we’re on our own.” Sherry slid to the floor with her back against the wall and her knees drawn up. “I chose to come here to the Academy, but I wasn’t planning on dying here.”

“It’s only been two weeks,” Grace said. “Your father and Dr. Matthews know we’re here, and maybe some of your parents received your text messages. Someone will come. Until they do, we’re going to continue training and surviving.

# # #

May 5, 2015

“Grace, we need you in the security room,” John said from the doorway between the storage and dining room before he hurried away.

She dropped the knife with which she was chopping vegetables and hurried after him.

The second she stepped into Security Luke pointed to the camera monitors. “Mr. Rogers showed up a few minutes ago.”

Grace leaned down and spotted him. “How can he be out there? Where are the monsters?”

Luke zoomed in on Mr. Rogers. “Maybe they are all dead. He’s walked around the building and they haven’t shown up. He tried to open the exit door and elevator then got pissed when he couldn’t open them.”

Grace took the chair John vacated and watched Bruce stomp around the corner and reappear at the front of the building. His mouth was moving, and it looked like he was cussing up a storm. He picked up a rock and threw it at one of one of the cameras then made a rude gesture.

“He knows we’re in here,” John said.

“No, he thinks we’re in here. There’s a difference,” Grace said. “The night of the attack, he told me he was going to leave the gate unlocked so the truck drivers and I could leave when we finished. I put my car in the faculty garage so unless he’s been in there he doesn’t know I’m still here. There’s no way he can know about the nine of you.”

“What about the noise we made when we rescued Stephan, Damien and Sabrina?” John asked.

“The sound of gunfire echoes all over this valley. Where ever he’s been hiding, he couldn’t have known it was us shooting,” Luke said.

“He knows you changed the codes.” Neal gave her a ‘gotcha’ look.

Grace smiled. “I change them around the middle of every month and then email them to Mr. Edgars. He sends them to Rogers. He probably figures he didn’t get the email because all hell broke loose.”

Damien leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Maybe the evolved creatures don’t come out during the day. We’ve never seen them.”

Luke shook his head as if that didn’t make sense. “We’ve never seen them at night either but that doesn’t mean they’re not out there. These cameras only show a small part of the campus, but John and I have caught movement in the trees at night. We don’t know if it’s the wind or the creatures.”

Grace glanced at the silent television, wishing once again that they hadn’t lost the signal. While they talked, Rogers stood in front of the building staring at it before he hurried away. “I wonder what he’s up to now.”

“Probably going back to his cottage.” John made the gesture of someone drinking from a bottle. “The guy is an alcoholic.”

“I have a bad feeling about him,” Luke said. “He’s up to something, and he’s not going to give up. He knows the food delivery was made, and he always ate in the cafeteria so he couldn’t have had very much food at his cottage. If the infected stayed in the dorm after they attacked the cadets they probably destroyed the food in there. So what has he been eating and how did he escape being caught by them?”

“He and Hilda Baker were the people stealing food from the kitchen so he probably had a lot stashed away,” Grace said.

“Hey, guys, look at this.” John pointed to the middle monitor where a huge pickup drove over the sidewalk then turned and drove across the grass away from the building. It stopped and Rogers stuck his head out of the window and backed toward the building until the bed of the truck lined up with the stairway. He stopped and drove forward again.

“He’s going to ram the doors,” John said.

Grace laughed. “He’s an idiot. The first floor is raised six feet from the ground and the stairs were put in front of the doors so they couldn’t be rammed.”

John pointed at the monitors. “Look.”

The pickup pulled farther forward then backed up, picking up speed as it closed in on the stairway. The truck bed slammed into the brick walls on either side of the steps and crumpled like an accordion. The truck came to a sudden halt. The cab bounced into the air then crashed down and bounced once again. The building didn’t even shake.

Grace smiled. “Hope he had his seatbelt on.”

Sabrina gasped and pointed a shaking finger to an area beneath the trees. “Look, oh my gosh, what are those things?”

“Hell fire,” Grace said, “Is that what the creatures have become?”

“It looks like they’ve grown an exoskeleton,” John said.

“They look sort of like scorpions but much, much bigger,” Sabrina said.

The creatures’ arms and legs had evolved. The arms now had pincers tipped with long, blood-crusted talons where the hands used to be. Another pair of legs had grown out of their sides giving them six limbs. They skittered across the campus, sometimes running over each other, their movements so rapid it was nearly impossible to keep track of them. Their necks had thickened and lengthened, allowing them to swivel their heads nearly 360 degrees.

John pointed to the creatures swarming Rogers’ truck. “Well, at least now we know they’ll go into the sun for food.”

“I never liked Rogers but even he doesn’t deserve this,” Megan said.

The creatures climbed over the sides and top of the truck. Several stopped and looked through the windows. One raised its head and sniffed the air.

Rogers pushed the door open and staggered out. The monsters gathered around him, several of them actually running their talons over his body before they scurried back to the trees. Rogers shook his head and stumbled away.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” John said. “Why didn’t they attack him?”

“I don’t know but look where they went.” Luke pointed to the trees. “They’re all around us.”

Grace stood up. “We need to move supplies into several rooms just in case he, or they, get in here.”

# # #

Luke stood at the end of a table. “We’ve all seen the footage of what happened today with Bruce Rogers. I believe there’s only one conclusion we can reach—he’s collaborating with the monsters in some way.”

“I agree but I wonder where Hilda Baker is now? She was at his cottage the night of the attack,” Sherry said

“She spent every night at his cottage,” Sabrina said.

“She’s probably dead,” Megan said.

“I agree. I doubt if he would’ve protected her,” Luke said. “First order of business, what rooms are we going to stock with food and water?”

“I say the security room for sure,” Stephan said. “And, Grace’s office.”

“Agreed,” Luke said. “Any other suggestions?”

“The dorms and the armory,” Sherry said.

Megan picked up a pen and began writing. “We need to move other things as well. Mattresses, blankets, clothes, flashlights and medical supplies.”

“If we decide they might get into this level, then we’ll fight our way to Grace’s car and get out of here. Mark and I will plan two evacuation routes along with destinations,” Luke said.

Damien pushed his chair back from the table. “Okay, we have a plan. Let’s get busy.”

Three hours later they’d moved supplies into four areas of the shelter—the upper kitchen, Grace’s office, the storage room and Security.”

In the dining area, Grace set out a platter of sandwiches and a large bowl of salad.

Once they settled at one of the tables, Luke said, “We’re going to spend the next three days gathering intel, practicing advancing, clearing rooms, and fields of fire.”

“I’m too old for this and these boots are killing my feet,” Grace said with wink.

Sherry laughed. “But, Grace, they’re so fashionable, and I have to say those cammies make you look twenty years younger.”

Grace laughed. “That would make me eleven and too young to be in the military”

Luke laughed. “Then, speaking as your commanding officer, it’s past your bed time.”

Grace clapped her hands and stood up. “Thank, goodness. When I’m awake all I think about is sleeping.” She smiled. “When chow is over if you’re not on security duty then get some rack time.”

Luke chuckled. “You’re picking up our lingo, Grace.”

“Oo-rah,” she yelled and walked out of the room.

# # #

“Grace, wake up,” Megan said.

Grace put her arm over her eyes and squinted, protecting her eyes from the beam of Megan’s flashlight. “What time is it?”

“Oh three hundred, but that doesn’t matter. I was fiddling with my phone and I found a text from Maggie Fisher’s cell phone that she sent the night of the attack.”

Blinking to clear her eyes, she asked, “Jefferson Mitchell’s girlfriend? I thought she was with him when the creatures attacked.”

“She was,” Megan said.

Confused, Grace sat up on the side of the bunk and ran her fingers through her short blond hair. “What does she say?”

“Actually, its from Jefferson. He typed that he’s hiding in the attic and he demands that we help him.”

“Did he say if anyone else was with him?” Grace asked.

“No.”

“Have you told Luke and John?”

“Not yet. I wanted to tell you first and have you go with me to tell them.”

Sherry sat up. “If you two are trying to be quiet, you suck at it.”

Megan turned to her. “I just found an old text from Maggie’s cell phone.”

“I heard you the first time,” Sherry said. “Let me see it.” Megan handed her the phone. She read the text. “Thank goodness you didn’t see this before. Jefferson can’t be trusted.”

“A text wouldn’t go through now, anyway. The towers are all down,” Megan said.

Sherry threw back the covers. “Let’s go talk to Luke and John.”

“We might as well get dressed,” Grace said. “By the time we discuss this it will be time to get up anyway.” She pulled off her gown and slipped into her clothes then placed the M9 in a holster Grumbling, she headed for the door with Megan and Sherry a few steps behind her.

Luke was already standing in the door watching them approach.

“Megan and Sherry, you’re going to spend part of today learning how to move quietly,” he said, then asked, “What’s up?”

“We’ve got a problem,” Grace said. “Show him, Megan.”

Megan held out her phone. Luke took it and read the text. “Holy crap! Do you think he’s still alive?”

“Hopefully not,” Sherry said. “If anyone deserved to die that night it’s Jefferson. He harassed the others into staying with him and then it looks like he saved himself.”

“The electricity went out ten days ago. How have they stayed warm? What have they been eating and drinking?” John asked.

“I don’t buy it,” Luke said. “Jefferson wouldn’t save anyone but himself.”

Sherry nodded. “Too bad we can’t see the dorm from here. The attic has dormer windows, we might be able to see into it with binoculars.”

Grace glanced at her then stared at the computer and snapped her fingers. “There is a way to see if we can figure out how to use it.”

“What do you mean?” Luke asked.

“There’s a program on the computer that shows every inch of the campus including every hallway and room. Mr. Manning told me Mr. Edgar had it installed and to be careful what I did on campus. I don’t know how to find it on the computer.”

Luke pointed to John. “Get Mark.”

John left and Megan followed him.

“Why Mark?” Grace asked.

Luke smiled. “He can hack just about any system. If anyone can find it and get into it, he can.”

Megan returned, dragging two chairs behind her. “Have a seat, Grace.”

“Thanks, Megan.” Grace yawned and sank into the chair while wondering how military people survived without sleep. Her eyelids were drifting down when John returned with Mark and all the other cadets including Sabrina. They dragged chairs along with them.

Mark sat down at the computer and began typing while the others arranged their chairs around the perimeter of the room.

Five minutes later Mark pointed to the screen. “That’s the program. The last time someone logged in was April seventeenth. We’ll be in as soon as I figure out the password.”

“It will be something simple,” Grace said. “Mr. Edgar isn’t, or wasn’t, the brightest guy around. Try his wife’s name—Beatrice.”

Mark typed it in and it was rejected.

“Try his dog’s name—General.”

He typed it in and was rejected.

“Try the word ‘password,’” Sherry said.

He typed it in and the program opened. He held up his hand and Sherry high-fived him.

“Now, let’s see what we have access to on this.” He scrolled through the menu and whistled. “Old Edgar was a pervert. There’s cameras in every building and in every room, even the showers and bedrooms. There’s even a master list of what camera is assigned to what room.” He flipped through the cameras. Most of the rooms were dark and they could barely see anything. “We’ll have to wait until the sun comes up. Hopefully, it’ll light up the rooms and we can see what’s going on.”

“This really creeps me out,” Sherry said. “He watched us while we slept and showered.”

Megan and Sabrina nodded.

“Can you zoom in?” Luke asked.

Mark nodded. “Yes, but this is even better.” The screen changed, glowing green. “Night vision.” He scrolled through a hall and into a bedroom.

“Megan, that’s your room,” Sherry said. “Everything’s destroyed.”

Megan pointed to a corner. “There’s my bag, packed and ready to go on break.” She rested her hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Go back to the hallway for a moment.”

“Why?” Mark asked.

“Just do it, please,” Megan said.

Mark clicked back to the previous image, and Megan pointed at a dark doorway at the end of the hall. “I’ve always hated my room because that door opens onto the stairs that go down to the basement.”

“So, you’re afraid of dark places,” John said. “Big deal.”

Megan gave him a playful punch on the arm. “No, look at it. The door has always been closed and locked. Now, it’s not just open—it’s almost torn off.” She pointed to a door that hung by one hinge then tilted her head to the side and pointed at the screen. “What’s that stuff on the wall? It looks like lumpy, twisted plastic or that fruit leather stuff mom makes for you Luke.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Luke pointed to the dark stairs. “Is there a camera in the basement on the list?”

Mark searched for and found it. He clicked it and a new view opened, glowing green in the darkness of the basement.

Neal pointed to a row of lumps on the wall. “Is that an arm covered in that stuff?”

“Yes, I think so,” Grace said.

“Look how many monsters there are in there,” Sabrina said.

The creatures scurried around the room, up walls and over the ceiling. One of the prisoners managed to free his arm and tried to pull the rest of the stuff away from his face. His movements attracted the attention of the monsters. A large one jumped on him, taking a bite from his arm while another one spit a wad of goo on the wound. The prisoner continued to fight and several more creatures swarmed him, covering him with the gooey substance.

Grace fought down the need to throw up. “What are we going to do?”

“First, we’re going to use the cameras and check every building for cadets. Then, we’re going to rescue them,” Luke said. “The missions will be volunteer only. Hell, I don’t want to go out there again but we have to do something to save those people.”

“Count me in,” Mark said and stood with his fist out. One by one, each of them stood, forming a circle with their fists meeting in the middle.

Grace stood to one side, watching them with a feeling of pride. She’d known them they’d first begun attending the Academy. She’d watched them grow from scared kids to courageous cadets. Megan surprised her when she reached out, grasped her hand and pulled her into the group.

Luke bumped each of their fists. “From this moment on we’re not just survivors. We’re the resistance.”

FIVE

May 8th, 2015

THEY GATHERED IN the security room after supper. Stephan and Damien had carried a table into the room and set it up with chairs on either side. They’d set Grace’s chair at one end and Luke’s at the other.

“Neal, Sherry and Sabrina saw Jefferson with Rogers yesterday so now we know he’s alive and also collaborating with the monsters,” Luke said, his contempt for the other cadet rang clear in his voice.

“None of us has seen Maggie on any of the cameras. Even though she was always rude to me it still makes me sad to think she’s dead,” Megan said.

“You didn’t answer the text that night so Jefferson doesn’t know you made it to the shelter which is a good thing now that we know he’s a traitor,” Damien reminded them.

“What about the cadets who refused to come with us the night of the attack?” Sherry asked. “Where are they?”

“None of us wants to say it but we have to face facts,” Stephan said. “They were either killed or infected by the creatures. If they were infected, they might be dead from the poison the military dropped. If they survived the poison, then they’re one of the evolved monsters.”

“Or they’re stuck to the wall in the Main Dorm basement,” Damien said.

“That’s so sickening,” Sabrina said.

“Yes it is, but it also means Jefferson can’t be sure any of us made it to the shelter because he can’t identify bodies that have been eaten or who these new creatures used to be.”

“When they were just creatures if you looked close enough you could almost see who they used to be but now that they’ve evolved I can’t identify any of them,” Neal said. “Even though they move around in the open now.”

“Rogers can’t be sure I’m alive either,” Grace said. “We saw him find my car but there’s dried blood all over the back of it and my purse and phone are on the front floorboard.”

“Where did the blood come from?” Sherry asked.

Grace told them about the creature she’d almost hit on the road, how it had attacked her car, and about the second one in the garage.

“Even if Rogers thinks you made it out of the garage alive, he can’t be sure you made it back to the cafeteria,” Luke said.

“Exactly,” Grace said. “There’s one thing I’m worried about though. If we rescue people what if we bring another collaborator into the shelter?”

“First we rescue people who appear to have been hiding since the night of the attack,” Stephan said. “Then, we rescue smaller groups of prisoners in buildings other than the main dorm.”

“I agree,” Neal said. “We don’t tell them the secrets of the shelter until we know we can trust them,” Neal said, then added, “And, we don’t tell them any of the door codes.”

Luke nodded. “After a mission we secure our weapons in the armory and only Grace, Stephan, Damien, Mark and I will carry pistols in the shelter.”

Once we increase our numbers with rescued cadets, then we go after the nest in the main dorm,” Damien said.

Sherry, Megan and Sabrina smiled. “We’ve studied martial arts almost all our lives,” Megan said. “We can handle a traitor or two.”

Luke chuckled. “I feel sorry for anyone who takes on my little sister. She may be tiny but I know for a fact she fights dirty.”

Megan laughed. “Because that’s how you taught me to fight.”

They all laughed, and he relaxed in his chair. “Bravo is made up of me as squad leader with Neal, John, and Sherry. Stephan is squad leader of Charlie with Damien, Sabrina, and Mark. Stephan and I will pick another person from the other team to fill out our fire team. Security is Megan with a second person assisting. Grace is Mother. Someone will always be with Grace on the doors.” He looked them over. “We know Jefferson and Rogers stay in the basement and that the monsters slow down around noon. That’s when Rogers and Jefferson sleep.”

“We should use bows as much as possible,” Sabrina said.

“If we go back to the library, we need books on evolution. Especially insects like scorpions,” Grace said. “Sabrina mentioned the other day that the monsters are more active at night, like scorpions. We need to learn as much as we can about evolution. Especially the evolution of insects because these things remind me of scorpions.”

“Scorpions shine under a black light,” Damien said. “My dad and I used to visit his family in Arizona. We’d camp in the dessert and my cousins and I would hunt scorpions at night.”

The meeting continued until they agreed on a plan to gather intel, find cadets hiding on campus and then form a plan to rescue them.

# # #

May 9th, 2015

“We’ve found seven cadets hiding in the janitor’s room in the Administration building,” Grace said. “I wouldn’t have known they were there, but they opened the door at just the right moment. Three of them searched for food while the others kept watch. The water on campus is gravity fed so they’re okay there but they only found a few packages of snack foods. They’re going to starve or get caught by Rogers, Jefferson or the creatures.”

“That means we need to rescue them now,” Stephan said.

John unfolded a map that was pieced together with tape. “This is the campus.” He pointed to a road that ran down the middle of the campus from south to north. It ran from the gates to the Administration Building. “Academy Street,” he said then pointed to long road that crossed Academy. “Aspen Street goes west and is lined on both sides with classrooms. Opposite it is Spruce Street where all the dorms are located.” He pointed to a building. “This is the Main Dorm where the creatures are nesting. The back of it faces Fir Street where the library, gymnasium, medical center and the cafeteria are located. The faculty parking garage and groundskeeper’s shed are at the back of the campus near the east wall on Cedar Street. The academy armory is in the northeast corner of the campus with the firing range in the southwest corner, here.”

“They couldn’t have chosen a worse place to hide,” Sabrina said.

“Charlie will go at night,” Stephan said. “Grace opens the doors with someone from Bravo team assisting her.”

“Me,” John said.

Stephan nodded. “We’ll also need Grace and another team member to lay down covering fire when we return.”

“John,” Luke said.

“I’ll take rear guard if you’ll have me,” Neal said.

“Accepted,” Stephan said. “Only I speak to security unless something happens to me then Damien takes over. Damien is on point. Mark, left flank, and Sabrina right flank.”

Grace leaned over the map, ran a finger over it then looked up and smiled. “There’s an outside stairway that Mr. Edgar uses when he parks his car behind the building. The janitor’s closet is the first door on your right when you enter that door. You could go through the woods, circle around behind Administration and climb over the wall behind the building.”

“We’d still be seen by the creatures when we leave here and run for the wall,” Damien said.

Luke glanced at Grace and she nodded. “Not if you use the escape tunnel. You could circle back through the woods and climb over the wall behind Admin. There’s lots of cover back there, trees and bushes.”

“Wait, go back to the escape tunnel part,” Stephan said.

“It takes you a quarter mile east of the campus. One of us will have to take you and open and close the hatch as it can only be opened from inside.”

Stephan nodded. “We take bows and rifles but we do this as quietly as possible. Get some rest and be prepared to leave at twenty hundred. Dismissed.”

# # #

“Base One to Bravo. Area clear. Over.”

“Bravo to Base One. Copy. Out.”

Luke reached up and opened the hatch a couple inches. It moved silently. He looked out. All he could see was darkness. He flipped his flashlight on, opened the hatch all the way and climbed out. Stephan stepped out behind him with Damien, Sabrina, Mark and Neil behind him. The room they found themselves in was about thirty feet by twenty feet. Luke pointed his light toward the door that led to the outside. “Good luck,” he said then climbed back down the ladder and secured the hatch.

“Charlie to Base One. We’re ready to go. Over.”

“Base One to Charlie. Area clear. Out.”

Stephan opened the outer hatch. Damien moved out, taking point. Mark and Sabrina moved out and Neil followed them. Damien secured the door and caught up to Damien.

They moved north, stopping every few steps to scope the area around them and to listen for the sound of the creatures when they moved. Stephan signaled them to proceed and they moved again, keeping each other in view but maintaining a field of fire.

When they were directly behind the Administration building, they turned and silently moved south to the wall. Stephan looked over it then dropped to the ground. He pointed to his eyes then held up three fingers and signaled them to follow him.

He led them five meters along the wall then pointed to some bushes behind them and then to the top of the wall.

Sabrina, Mark, and Neal prepared their compound bows then climbed to the top of the wall. Thick, overgrown bushes concealed their presence. They each took aim at one of the creatures, with John taking the one the farthest away. Together they released the steel-tipped arrows. They flew toward the creatures.

Sabrina’s went through the left eye of the monster and it dropped to the ground. Neal’s entered the monster’s mouth and came out the top of its head. Mark’s arrow hit the target in the neck. It howled in pain, the sound loud and shrill. Mark shot another arrow, silencing it but it was too late and they knew it.

Stephan and Damien came over the wall and ran toward the Administration building. Sabrina, Mark and Neal followed them. They took the stairs two at a time until they reached the top. The door was locked. Stephan waved them back then kicked in the door. It slammed against the inner wall, the sound echoing through the building and bringing the howls of more creatures to them.

Damien ran the few steps to the janitor’s closet and banged on the door. “We’re here to rescue you. Let’s go. Now.” A few seconds late, it opened a few inches. He shoved it open and pulled the first cadet out and shoved her toward the back door. The other cadets rushed out behind her.

Sabrina and Mark stood at the bottom of the steps, firing arrows at the creatures who ran across the ground toward them. Neal stood at the top of the stairs, firing at any creatures who came out of the building’s windows. Stephan and Damien herded the cadets down the stairs ahead of them.

Several of them yelled at him to give them weapons. Stephan handed an extra pistol to one and signaled Neal, Sabrina and Mark to hand over their extra pistols.

“We can’t make it over the wall and through the woods.” Stephan pointed to the wall where dozens of monsters appeared over the top and dropped to the ground before skittering toward them. “We’re taking the shortest route back across the green.”

Damien took off ahead of them, firing short bursts at the creatures and clearing a path. Stephan followed him with Sabrina, Neal and Mark flanking the cadets and Neal at their six. The four cadets who were armed moved into flanking positions and fired at the creatures.

“Charlie to Base One, Door one. Over.”

“Base One to Charlie. Understood. Out.”

Stephan heard screams behind him and turned to see one of the cadets being dragged away by a creature. She fought and screamed as it tore at her. One pincer closed on her hand and cut it off. She screamed and grabbed her wrist as blood squirted into the air. The creature stopped and moved over her then bit into her face. Stephan aimed his rifle, fired once at the cadet then at the creature. Both lay still on the ground. He turned and continued firing bursts of bullets at the creatures as he caught up to Damien.

They reached the end of the dorms and ran across the green toward the cafeteria. They had to go around the building to the back. He could already see the creatures on the roof moving toward the edges and preparing to attack them from above.

He broke radio silent. “Sabrina and Mark take out the hostiles on the roof. The rest of you continue clearing a path.”

“Changing,” Damien yelled and dropped a magazine then slammed another one into his rifle. Two of the cadets moved up next to him, firing at the creatures who rushed toward him.

Creatures fell from the edge of the roof as Sabrina and Mark killed them. No matter how may they killed there always seemed to be another one to take its place.

The creatures poured out of the trees, moving closer to them. They fired short bursts at them and continued moving forward. They gained ground until a large group of creatures came from behind the cafeteria.

“Make your shots count and keep moving,” Stephan yelled.

“I’m out,” Sabrina yelled, and grabbed her bow and fired an arrow at a creature who rushed her. The arrow hit it in the chest area and she jumped over it as it reached for her. She turned and pulled her knife and stabbed its head over and over until it lay still. Standing she prepared the bow for another hostile.

“Move to the center, back to back,” Stephan yelled and gathered his team and the cadets in a tight bunch. “Keep moving.”

The creatures had them surrounded and were closing in. For every one they shot and killed two more took its place. He fired a burst of bullets into a monster less than two meters from him, and yelled, “We fight to the end.”

# # #

Suddenly, three fighters came around the corner of the cafeteria and fought their way toward them. Blood and gore and parts of creatures covered their path. They stepped over or around them as they continued firing and moving toward the cadets.

“Watch your fields of fire,” Stephan yelled.

Step by step the gap between the two teams closed. When Stephan and his team reached them, Luke signaled them to go through. Stephan stepped to his side and continued firing while his team and the rescued cadets moved toward the dock. One by one they jumped onto it and ran into the elevator.

Grace and John laid down covering fire while Luke, Sherry and Mark along with Charlie Team fought their way to the dock and into the elevator. Luke and Neal took a knee in the center of the elevator and continued firing as John and Grace entered and John reached up to pull down the overhead door. It was less than a foot from the bottom when one of the creatures reached in and closed its pincers around John’s ankle, stabbing its talons deep into his skin. He yelled and tried to free his leg. The more he struggled the more the talons ripped at his ankle and the more he bled.

He fell to the floor as it tried to drag him from the elevator. Sabrina and Damien grabbed him around the shoulders and held onto him. Neil drew his knife and stabbed at the pincer but he couldn’t penetrate the hard armor-like surface.

Another talon tipped pincer reached through the gap. Grace stomped on it then drew her foot back. “My God, it’s like stomping on a rock,” she yelled and drew her pistol. Dropping to her knees she lowered her head and aimed at the creature’s body. She fired several bullets into it and it scrambled away. She moved the sights to the creature that held onto John, aiming at the joint where it the arm met the creature’s body. She emptied the magazine into it before she blew through it. The creature screeched and withdrew, leaving its pincer still locked on John’s ankle.

“Close the door now,” Sabrina yelled as she and Damien pulled John to the back of the elevator. A trail of blood led from the pool by the door to John’s boot.

Luke threw his weight on the door and forced it closed.

Stephan pulled his shirt off and kneeled to wrap it around John’s ankle but Mark stopped him and reached for the creature’s leg.

Grace grabbed his shoulder. “Don’t touch it. We’ll take him to Medical and remove it there. We need to clean and bandage that wound. We also need to be careful how we handle the creature’s limb and how we dispose of it.” She turned to Stephan. “Go ahead and wrap your shirt around it.”

Stephan had just finished when the elevator stopped. Luke and Mark picked him up and carried him to Medical with Grace hurrying behind them.

Sabrina caught up to them. “My mother is a trauma nurse. She’s taught me a lot about wound care. I can help you.”

“Thank goodness. I need all the help I can get,” Grace said.

They entered Medical and placed John on the examination table. Luke and Mark stood against the wall. John groaned in pain and reached for his leg.

Sabrina grasped his hand. “I know it hurts but don’t try to touch it. Let us deal with it.”

Grace held her rifle out and Luke took it. She removed her body armor and he took that as well. Thanking him, she scrubbed her hands, dried them and pulled on a pair of gloves.

“I’m going to unwrap this and take a look at it. While I do that can one of you make sure the elevator is cleaned, sanitized and secured?”

Mark stepped forward. “I will and I’ll get our guests fed, showered, and assigned a bunk.”

“Thank you, Mark,” Grace said as she slid several clean towels beneath John’s ankle then removed the shirt Stephan had wrapped around it. The talons of the pincer had gone through his boot. She glanced at Sabrina. “Scrub and put on some gloves.”

Sabrina released John’s hand and hurried to the sink.

“I’m going to need something to cut away his boot. Also, antiseptic wash, sterile clothes, antibiotic ointment, and bandages—to start.” Grace looked at Luke. “I may need your help getting this thing off him so please put on some gloves.”

Luke handed his weapons and armor to Neil.

“I’ll put these away then wait outside the door in case you need me,” Neil said.

“Thank you, Neil,” Grace said. “Could you check on everyone, including security, and report back to me please?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and walked away.

Sabrina moved a tray with everything needed next to Grace. Luke stood across the exam table from her.

“Okay, Sabrina can you take John’s blood pressure, pulse, and temperature?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sabrina continued talking to John, who moaned in pain, while she carried out Grace’s request.

Grace gathered an alcohol wipe, an IV and a saline bag. She cleaned John’s arm, then inserted the needle, hung the bag and adjusted the saline drip. Leaning over him she made eye contact. “I need to know if you’re allergic to any medications or pain killers?”

He shook his head. None.”

She patted his shoulder. “Okay, I’m going to give you something to help you relax and for the pain.” Moving to a locked cabinet she removed two vials, calculated the correct dosage and then infused them into the IV. She watched him until he relaxed and his eyelids fluttered closed.

“Okay, let’s get this boot off.” She handed Luke a pair of scissors with rounded ends.

Luke unlaced John’s boot then used the scissors to cut around the pincer until only the pincer was left and they could see where the talons had pierced into his ankle.

Grace used an iodine solution to clean around the wounds on both sides.

“How’s he doing,” she asked Sabrina.

“Blood pressure and heart rate are stable,” Sabrina answered.

“I’m going to remove the pincer now,” Luke said.

Grace grabbed a couple of sterile towels and handed them to him. “Wrap a towel around each side of the pincer. I don’t want you to tear your gloves.”

Luke wrapped them around the pincers and then grasping them he pulled them apart, slowly pulling the talons from John’s leg. Blood gushed out, soaking into the towels beneath his leg. Luke held the pincer up. “What should I do with it?”

“I put a plastic bag on the counter behind you. Lay it on that,” Grace said and Luke turned and dropped it on the bag along with the two towels. “We’re going to let the wounds bleed for a moment then flush them with a saline solution before we apply pressure and stop the bleeding.”

She moved away from the exam table for a moment and returned with several more towels and two bottles of saline wash. She handed one bottle to Luke before she cut the tip off one of the bottles and began irrigating the wound on the inside of his ankle. Luke copied her and cleaned the wound on the outside. At first the wash ran red then gradually it turned pink and then almost clear.

“Okay, I think that’s enough. Let’s put soft pressure on the wounds and see if we can stop the bleeding.” Grace set the bottle down, picked up a sterile towel and held it against the wound. Luke did the same thing. After a couple minutes the wounds still seeped blood but seemed to be slowing down.

“Will you bandage this, Sabrina?” Grace asked.

“Yes, of course, ma’am. Do you want me to apply an antibiotic ointment with a numbing agent?” Sabrina asked.

“Yes, please. There’s a tube on the tray and I think we can remove the IV now as well.” Grace removed the gloves then washed her hands. “He’ll be drowsy for a while but I want to move him back to his bunk. We need to clean and change the bandages every day and I want someone to be with him at all times.”

“I’ll get Mark and we’ll move him.” Luke glanced at the pincer. “What are you going to do with that?”

Grace frowned. “I’m not sure but for now I think I’ll wrap it in several layers of plastic and put it in the walk-in freezer. We might learn something about the creatures if we study that thing.”

“I’ll clean up in here while you deal with that.” Sabrina pointed to the monster’s limb.

Grace wrapped it in several more towels, then slipped it inside the bag, tied it shut and slipped the entire thing in another bag and sealed it. “I’ll be right back,” She lifted it, surprised by how light it felt. She carried it to the walk-in freezer where she set it in the far corner then returned to the exam room.

Luke and Mark had moved John to a stretcher and were carrying him out of Medical when she returned.

“Neil has medical experience so he’s going to monitor him tonight,” Luke said. “Then, Damien will take over at oh four hundred.”

Grace glanced into Medical. Sabrina already had the room in order. “I’m going to do a walk through and make sure everything is locked up tight. Thank you for your help tonight, Sabrina. You did good and you’ve definitely earned some rack time.”

Sabrina smiled and waved. “Night, ma’am.”

Grace notified security she was beginning her nightly check and that she’d only call for help if she needed them. They nodded. She started at the armory and worked her way around the building returning to security. “Everything is secure. I’m heading to bed. Wake me if anything happens.”

“Night, Grace,” Luke said.

SIX

May 8th, 2015

GUNNERY SERGEANT DAN Perryman dropped to one knee between the two semi-trucks and signaled to his men. Snake and Sherlock slid into the ditch to his right while Books and Sharp disappeared into the trees lining the left side of the road. Leaning forward, he ducked beneath the bumper and examined the body on the ground.

Blood and bits of gore covered the ground The red haired man lay face up. His arms, legs and most of his torso were missing. Dan noted the open doors on both trucks. The one in front didn’t have blood on it but the one behind it was covered in gore. He figured the driver of the second truck had gotten out to check on the driver of the first truck. He’d walked up to it, opened the door, and gotten the shock of his life. He’d probably ran, trying to make it back to the safety of his cab. He’d made it as far as the door before the Variant caught up to him. From the condition of the body Perryman thought there must have been more than one Variant because they’d torn him to pieces.

“Gunny, the signs on the trucks are Miller Food Supply,” Snake said, his voice calm on the headset.

“Looks like our intel about the food delivery was right,” Books said.

“The school is a klick away,” Sharp said.

“Move out and stay sharp,” Dan said.

They took their positions with Snake on point and Dan five meters behind him. Sherlock paced him on the left while Books paced him on the right. Sharp guarded their six. They moved fast but silently.

“Gate is open. Bits and pieces of bodies on the ground,” Snake reported.

“Any movement?” Dan asked as he moved up next to Snake and scoped the nearest buildings.

“No, but lots of places the Variants can hide,” Snake said.

“Sharp, you see anything?” Dan asked.

“No movement in the windows or on top of the buildings,” Sharp said, looking through the scope on his sniper rifle.

“Variants probably left,” Books said. “Doesn’t look like there’s any food left in the area.”

“I know you can’t relate, Books, but they’re called people,” Sherlock said. “In this case, they’re kids.”

“Abandoned, or not, this place will make a good post,” Books said.

“Stop the chatter,” Dan said. “We’ll follow the wall around. Go over it, find the bunker, get in, secure it then get some chow and rack time,” Dan said. “Snake, you take point.”

They moved out, guarding their steps and staying in the shadows. They’d only gone about a hundred meters when the sound of something scurrying across rocks reached them. It was a little different from the clicking they were used to hearing. This sound was more of a quick tapping, dragging sound like something hard and sharp coming down on rock. They dropped into the deepening shadows, their eyes scanning the area around them.

Dan held still, moving only his eyes as he searched for the Variant through the thick foliage where he’d taken refuge. Several meters away he caught a movement on the top of the wall. A breeze flowed over him, carrying the scent of rotting fruit as the Variant moved, reminding him more of an insect than a human. Its skin had turned a shiny black and looked hard like the shell of a bug. Its hands had formed into pincers with sharp talons. When it moved it made the tapping, dragging sound.

His night vision outlined the Variant in a green glow as it scrambled along the wall then jumped to the ground. It scrambled through the trees away from them. He waited a few moments then signaled his men to move out. They followed the wall around until the GPS indicated they were directly behind the cafeteria.

Dan pointed to Books then to his eyes and mimed cupped hands. Books nodded and moved next to the wall. Dan placed his foot in Books hands and lifted himself up until his eyes cleared the top of the wall. He scanned the campus, looking for movement.

A long low building was to his right. The parking garage. Next to it was a shed of some kind. Probably for the groundskeeper. Trees and dying flower beds lay between him and the loading dock at the back of the cafeteria. He grabbed the edge, climbed over and jumped down then moved to the back of the shed.

Snake came behind him, and moved to the other corner of the shed, checking it out. He dropped to a knee beside Dan.

“The shed door is down and locked,” Snake said.

Dan signaled him to move to a large tree twenty meters away. He moved to it, disappearing into the shadows beneath it.

Sherlock dropped from the wall with Sharp and ran toward Dan with Books on their heels. He signaled them to follow him as he moved toward Snake. They covered each other as they moved from tree to tree.

Dan saw movement in a tree just before a Variant dropped from a tree onto Snake. He fought it off while Dan ran toward him and kicked it away then fired a stream of bullets into it. Snake regained his feet and opened fire as more Variants dropped from the trees and scrambled from the deep shadows. In less than thirty seconds, they found themselves being charged from all sides and fighting to clear a path to the dock.

“On me,” Dan yelled and Sharp moved toward him. They turned to face the building while Sherlock, Snake and Books continued firing at the Variants that climbed over the bodies of the dead to get to them.

“Multiple contacts on the roof,” Sharp yelled and the distinctive sound of his MK11 echoed around them as he picked off the Variants, blowing them to pieces and misting the air with their blood.

Dan continued firing, clearing a path between him and Sharp. Snake raced through the opening and leapt onto the dock then backed against the wall, away from the roof overhang, and laid down covering fire. Books and Sherlock jumped onto the dock next to him with Dan and Sharp coming last.

Snake and Sherlock fired at the Variants that clung to the edge of the roof and scurried toward them on the ceiling, hitting them in midair and moving to the next target before they dropped to the dock.

“Books get that damned door opened,” Dan yelled while firing another burst at the Variants.

“The code doesn’t work,” Books said.

“Move to the emergency exit” Dan yelled.

# # #

“Grace, come quick,” Luke yelled. “There are soldiers outside fighting the creatures.”

Grace dropped the book she was reading and ran toward the security room. The cadets crowded into the room behind her.

Mark pointed to a view at the back of the building. Five soldiers dressed in full armor were fighting for their lives as the Variants swarmed them.

“We can’t just let them die,” Megan said.

“Are you sure they aren’t marauders?” Grace asked.

“They’re the real deal,” Mark said. “Marine Raiders like my dad.”

“Okay, then let’s let them in,” Grace said, knowing every second counted she pushed through the cadets and ran for the elevator with Luke behind her. Unlocking the door, she let Luke raise the shutter then keyed in the code and the doors slid open. “Lock the shutter then get the others and lock yourselves in the solar battery room. Stay there until I come for you. If anyone else but me opens that door shoot them.”

“Neil will stay in security and tell you when to open the outer door,” he said as the doors closed.

She pushed the up arrow and moved her NVGs and headset into place. A few seconds later the elevator stopped and she opened the sliding doors. She expected to hear the sound of gunfire. When she didn’t she wondered if they were dead already. Taking a deep breath, she held her pistol in one hand and locked the elevator at that level. Bruce or the creatures might get into it but they wouldn’t be able to move into any other area.

“Grace,” Neal said, “Open the door right now. It looks like they’re leaving the dock.”

She keyed in the code and pulled the door up as fast as she could.

A medium height, stocky man dressed in armor that gave him the appearance of an alien warrior pointed a rifle at her. She started to raise her hands then asked herself what the hell she was doing and beckoned to him. “Come on.”

He turned sideways and she knew he was keeping her in his sight while the other four men continued firing, the sound of their rifles suppressed as they backed toward the elevator.

Grace stepped to the side, giving them room to fight and keep the creatures at bay. As soon as the fifth man stepped in, she keyed in the code to close the heavy steel door. It began to slide down and one of them grabbed it and forced it down. The others dropped to one knee and continued firing.

One of them grabbed her and shoved her to the back of the elevator. She lost her balance and fell to the floor against the second set of doors. Pissed off, she climbed to her feet, questioning the wisdom of letting them into the bunker. The man who’d grabbed her pulled a machete and chopped off the clawed, bloody talons of a creature who’d been reaching under the door—reaching for her.

Before the door locked into place, he kicked the remains through the narrow opening. One of the men reached for the down arrow.

“Wait, I have to secure the shutter and the sliding doors,” she said.

The Marine moved back. She reached passed him and keyed in the codes. He pressed the down button. She slipped through them as it began to descend. All five of them tracked her. She couldn’t help but stare at them. They were spattered with blood and gore. Even their rifles and the goggles they wore over their eyes were filthy. The stench of rotten fruit and hard-fighting men filled the small space.

The tallest one pushed his night vision goggles up and looked down at her. “Ms. Walker?”

She had to tip her head back to see his face. “Yes, I’m Grace Walker.” The doors behind her opened. She backed up the few inches until she was against the closed shutter. “Who are you and what are you doing here? Didn’t you know about the creatures?” She stood her ground, blocking them.

“Variants,” he said.

“What?” she asked.

“The things you call creatures are Variants. The first people were infected with Ebola and another substance called VX-99. We called them the infected until we killed them and the ones who survived evolved into these things. Now we call them Variants. They’re strong and extremely dangerous but not infected.”

“When did you kill the ones who were infected?”

The stocky guy spoke up, “May second, but some of them out in the boonies are still infected.”

“I think they’re changing back to whatever crawled out of the muck millions of years ago,” Grace said.

“Lady, they already—.”

“Grace. My name is Grace.”

“Grace,” the leader said, putting emphasis on her name. “We’re going to discuss that later but right now open the shutter or I’ll have my man do it.” He pointed to the stocky guy.

She glared at the leader. The last man who’d bossed her around like this had been her dad. She hesitated then turned and keyed in the code. He pushed it up then sent a signal to his men and they scattered, searching between the shelves while the leader stayed with her.

The guy stocky guy returned. “All the doors are locked and the codes have been changed.”

“Your doing, Grace?” the leader asked.

“Yes.”

“Who else is here with you?” the leader asked.

“Who’s asking?”

“Gunnery Sergeant Dan Perryman, United States Marine Corps. Now, where are they?”

“What do I call you? Dan or Gunnery Sergeant?” she asked, buying time. “Or, Gunny?

“Dan.”

“Okay, Dan, nice to meet you.” She added the last four words just to irritate him.

“Unlock the door to the shelter,” Dan said, his voice hard.

“Be glad to—all you had to do was ask.” Grace unlocked it, stepped in and moved to the side.

Dan signaled one of his men to stay with her while he and the other three scattered, checking the galley area and then disappearing into the short hall that led to the sleeping rooms, shower and utility. They returned a few minutes later.

“Where are the others?”

“What makes you think I’m not alone?”

He stared at her. “I can count bunks, Grace.” He put special emphasis on her name. “There are sixteen people here including you. One is injured.”

“You still haven’t told me why you’re here,” she said.

He sighed. “We’re here to secure the bunker and the supplies.”

She shrugged. “You’re too late. I’ve already secured them.”

Books returned. “Gunny, the code on the door that goes to the upper level has been changed.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Dan glared at her. “Why did you change them?”

“To keep the security guard, Bruce Rogers out. He and another cadet, Jefferson Mitchell, have gone over to the dark side.”

“What do you mean about Rogers?” Dan asked.

“When he couldn’t unlock the doors, he tried to ram the front doors with his truck. The creatures, who were Variants then, were all around him but they didn’t attack. Then a few days later we saw Jefferson with Rogers and again they weren’t attacked.”

“They’re collaborating with them. We’ll take care of them,” Dan said. “We aren’t here to hurt you.”

“No, just to take over,” she said. “And, you haven’t mentioned anything about rescue.”

“Our mission includes looking for survivors.”

“Well, then, I certainly don’t want to see you fail in your mission.” She moved to the solar panel room with Dan on her heels. She knocked on the door in a prearranged pattern then called out her name and opened the door.

Luke, Stephan, Damien and Mark stood in front of the other cadets, their pistols in their hands and aimed at the door. John lay on a mattress behind them.

“It’s okay,” Grace said. “They’re here to secure the bunker and food supply, oh, and look for survivors.”

Dan stepped around her. “Lower your weapons and place them on the table.”

The four ignored his order and looked passed him to Grace.

Grace sighed. This moment had been coming since the moment they’d decided to let the Marines into the shelter. “This is Gunnery Sergeant Dan Perryman. I believe he has the highest rank and is therefore in command.”

The four cadets obeyed the order then all of them with the exception of John waited at attention.

“Rest,” Dan ordered, and the cadets moved their feet apart and placed their hands behind their backs.

Grace crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe. “The tall blond is Luke Matthews. On his left is Stephan Greco and Damien Moretti. Mark Kelton is to his right. The petite blond is Megan Matthews. Next to her is Sherry Jones and Sabrina Carson. John Martinez was injured yesterday when we rescued the six cadets you see with him. They’ll introduce yourselves when they’re rested and feeling better.”

“One is missing,” Dan said.

“Neal White is in the security room at the end of the hallway,” Grace said. “Mark will show you where it is.”

Dan sent a signal to one of his men then tipped his head to his right. “Go with him, Kelton.”

Mark joined the Marine and he hurried away with the Marine trailing a few steps behind him.

Dan moved Grace. “We were told there were at least sixty cadets on campus. Where are the others?”

Grace slid her hands into her pockets. “Dead or captured.”

“Or alive in another form,” Sherry said. “Depending on how you look at it.”

Luke sent Sherry a signal to zip it. She smiled and looked away.

“A lot of the cadets are in the Main Dorm’s basement stuck to the walls by some kind of goop the Variants spit up. We think they’re being stored for food later on.”

“You’re right,” Dan said. “We’ve seen it before. We’ll clear that building first and rescue the ones who are still alive.” He paused for a moment. “You’ve done good here. I was surprised to find anyone alive although Dr. Matthews told us we’d find his niece and nephew here.”

Megan held her hand up. “Yes, cadet?”

Sir, permission to ask a question,” Megan said.

“Permission granted.”

“Our uncle, Mike Matthews is still alive?”

Dan nodded. “He’s in a secure location working on a way to kill the Variants.”

“Variants?” Megan asked.

“It’s what they call the creatures,” Grace said then sent Dan an offended glare. “I don’t know why you thought we’d all be dead. This shelter is nearly as impregnable as they come. I think you’re aware of that or you wouldn’t be here.”

“My mission is to clear the campus of Variants. Command intends to use it as a post. I want to know everything you know about the campus. The buildings, the greens, everything.”

“Most of the creatures stay with the leader in the Main Dorm by the Admin building but they wander around the campus and enter and exit the other buildings,” Luke said.

“How do you know that?” Dan asked.

“Mr. Edgar had cameras installed everywhere, even the girl’s showers.” Sherry said.

“Gunnery Sergeant, I’m prepared to give you a SITREP,” Luke said.

“What’s your cadet rank, Luke?” Dan asked.

“Cadet Battalion Sergeant Major, Sir.”

“How many cameras and where are they located?” Dan demanded.

“There are hundreds of them,” Luke said. “They cover every inch of the campus and just about every room in every building. We monitor them and use them to plan rescue missions.”

“How many times have you left the bunker and when?” Dan asked.

“Bravo team rescued Stephan, Damien and Sabrina from the library on April twentieth,” Luke said. “Charlie team rescued seven cadets from Admin yesterday. They lost one on the way back and that’s also when John Kelton was injured.”

“I want to know everything about your missions. Where you went, what time you went, how many variants you saw, how many you killed, how John was injured, every detail,” Dan said.

“We’ve already eaten but we’ll prepare a meal for you and your men while you clean up. While you eat, we’d appreciate anything you can tell us about what’s going on out there.” Grace turned to Luke. “Show them where the clean clothes and towels are stored and make sure they know where to put their dirty clothes.” The offer for food and showers made, she walked away.

Megan caught up to her and grabbed her hand. “Isn’t it great? We’re not the only people left alive and we’re being rescued.”

Grace forced a smile. “Yes, wonderful.” She squeezed Megan’s hand then released it. “Do me a favor—make sure John is taken back to his bunk and that someone stays with him, then get another cadet and come help me please.” Megan changed directions and ran back in a slow jog displaying the endless energy of a fifteen-year-old. Grace watched her then breathed a sigh of relief.

She needed a few moments alone to adjust to this new reality. She’d been in charge of the shelter for so long. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Gunnery Sergeant Dan Perryman and his men invading her territory. On the one hand she felt relieved they were there to guide and protect the cadets, but on the other hand she resented his sudden appearance and ‘I’m in charge now’ attitude.

She wanted to make it clear to him that she and the cadets were the proprietors of the shelter, but her instincts were telling her to use caution. Dan knew too much about the campus and the shelter and she felt as if she didn’t know enough now. He’d called it a bunker rather than a shelter. That more than anything answered the questions she’d wondered about for so long. Mr. Manning had built a bunker for when the SHTF. Now, she wanted to know who had ordered and financed its construction.

SEVEN

DAN GLANCED AROUND the table where his men sat with four of the cadets and Grace. When he’d asked her where the others were she’d explained that Neal, Sherry and Sabrina were monitoring the cameras and radio, Stephan was with the injured cadet, John, and the six cadets they’d rescued the day before were resting and recovering.

He took a bite of beef stew and wanted to groan with pleasure. It was the best meal he’d eaten since the world had gone to hell. While he chewed, he watched Grace and the way she dealt with the cadets. She was definitely in charge. They treated her with respect, but he could tell they also liked her. She looked up and caught him watching her and he decided to needle her. “I’m impressed with the condition of the bunker. Everything is clean and in order.” She started to say something then pressed her lips together and remained silent. He knew she wanted to blast him but her silence told him that she wouldn’t do it in front of the cadets. It made a difference that she was willing to do that rather than upset the cadets sense of security.

“The cadets have self-discipline and are well-trained. They each have daily tasks to accomplish as do I. For instance, I’m in charge of the laundry. The clothes you wore when you arrived will be laundered tonight and ready for you in the morning,”

“We put them in the washer before we showered then hung them up to dry before we came in here for chow,” Dan said, and quickly added when he saw the narrowing of her eyes, “I want a copy of your schedule.” He nearly smiled when she ruffled the blond curls on her head, tucked the sides behind her ears, and stared at him with icy blue-green eyes. She reminded him of a sniper he’d met in Iraq. The guy had been a legend but his real gift had been his sharp instincts. He’d always seemed to know what the enemy would do next.

Watching Grace, he figured she was trying to find a way to deal with him and his men. It would be amusing messing with her but to his advantage to get her on his side instead and keep her there.

“Well, great, thanks for helping out but just so you know I do laundry late at night when there isn’t as much drain on the system, but if you need anything else let me know.” She stood up and moved into the galley. A couple minutes later the scent of coffee filled the room.

His men sniffed the air like Variants then turned and stared at her. He figured in that moment they’d all die for her.

Megan jumped up and helped Grace set a large pot of coffee on a tray along with cups, cream and sugar. She carried it to the table while Grace went to the hot buffet and lifted a large stainless steel lid. She stuck a large spoon in the pan and using hot pads she carried a large pan to the table. She slipped between Snake and Books and set it on the table. “Hot peach cobbler for dessert.”

Sharp, who was notorious for having a sweet tooth, grabbed the spoon first and served himself before passing it on to Books.

“Grace, this is the best meal we’ve had in months. I know I really enjoyed it but if you continue to eat like this you’re going to run out of food,” Dan said.

“On the contrary. I’m a nutrition specialist. The night of the attack we received a food shipment that would feed eight hundred cadets for six months. A lot of it was fresh produce so the cadets helped me process it. We freeze dried the bulk of it and put some in the freezer for immediate use. I designed a menu that would feed the ten of us for more years than we have fuel to run the generator. I haven’t had time to adjust it to include the six cadets we rescued and now the five of you.”

Dan took a sip of coffee and held it on his tongue for a moment before he swallowed. It was so damn good and reminded him of early mornings on the ranch when the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled his childhood home. He locked the memory away and got back to business. “Tell me about the bunker.”

# # #

Grace told him everything she knew while she watched him. He was over six feet by at least several inches and had a commanding presence. Even the cadets had recognized that he was the guy in charge and that was before they’d seen his rank. She figured he was in his late-thirties and in good condition. Nice to look at but much too bossy. She glanced at his left hand then realized what she was doing and looked at the paper napkin she shredded while she talked. She finished with the condition of the solar energy system and the broken panels. Looking up, she came to the conclusion that he hadn’t been surprised by anything she’d just told him. “But, of course, you already knew all this.” The statement was a challenge.

Dan grinned. “Is that it?”

“No. You know our names so why don’t you introduce your men? Otherwise we’ll just assign unflattering nicknames to each of you.” She shrugged. “Which ever you prefer.”

Dan stared at her and she stared back, refusing to be the first to look away. Finally, he broke eye contact but for some reason she felt as if she’d just lost a point or two.

“Sherlock is in the security room.”

She’d seen the guy with Neal, Sabrina and Sherry in security. He had dark red hair and a lighter complexion but he was tall and strongly built with startling blue eyes.

Dan pointed to the guy across from him. “Snake.”

“Because on just about every mission one of the damn things drops or crawls on me,” Snake said.

Grace smiled. Snake was tall and lanky with dark hair, brown eyes, and mahogany skin. He had a quirky smile.

Dan pointed to the guy next to Snake. “Sharp.

Sharp wiped his mouth and pointed at his team members. “Because I have a higher IQ than these three jarheads but I also have great aim and a sweet tooth.” He winked at Grace and put another serving of cobbler on his plate.

Aw, he’s the flirty one, she thought, and why wouldn’t he be? He was gorgeous with the kind of face that made a woman look twice. Six feet tall and in excellent physical condition with gray eyes that seemed to see and take note of everything around him.

Dan pointed to the first guy Grace had seen. “Books.”

“Medic and avid reader,” Books said. “I hope you have some decent books around here.”

Books face was a dark mocha color making his hazel eyes appear lighter. He was the quiet one.

Megan laughed and pointed to a cabinet. “The books are in there, and of course we have an entire library on campus if you can get in and out of it alive.”

“That won’t be a problem for much longer.” Books turned to Dan. “Once we deal with the Variants, Sharp and I will fix the panels on the roof. There are extras in the battery room.”

“Still doesn’t solve the food problem,” Dan said to Grace. “We’re bringing in a platoon.”

“How many is that?” Grace asked, frowning.

Dan smiled. “Around forty including us.”

Grace sighed. “I’ll work on a new menu and stretch the food as far as I can and still keep everyone healthy. Will they bring more food with them?”

“They’re bringing an armament to defend this place,” Dan said. “Very little food if any. It’s hard to get to the food sources in the bigger cities because of the Variants.”

“What about hunting,” Luke asked. “These woods are full of deer.”

“Not any more, kid,” Books said. “The Variants have eaten them.”

“They couldn’t have eaten all of them,” Luke said.

“There are hundreds of millions of Variants,” Snake told him.

“Holy crap, that many still? Even after you killed the first creatures,” Luke asked.

“Yes,” Dan said.

“You’ve been fighting them all this time?” Mark asked.

The Marines nodded but didn’t say anything and it was obvious that they’d lost friends in the battle against the Variants.

“When are you going to begin clearing the campus?” Grace asked. “The ground will be warning up soon and we can plant a garden.”

“First, we’re going to monitor the Variants and see what they’re up to and where they stay,” Dan said. “I want the sixteen of you to move your bunks to the back of the dorms. My men will take the ones closest to the doors.”

“In both dorms?” Grace asked.

“You have a problem with that?” Dan asked.

“No,” she said and glanced at Luke then nearly laughed at the expression on his face. It looked like the Edgar Military Academy was finally going coed after all.

Books picked up his tray and hesitated. “Where do we put these?”

“Megan, Mark and I are on galley duty tonight,” Damien said, standing. “Just leave them and we’ll clear the table.”

Book’s tray didn’t make a sound as it met the hard surface of the table. He moved so silently Grace knew he could walk up behind the enemy and they’d never know he was there. She’d have to watch herself around these guys.

“Books, if you have time would you take a look at John?” Grace asked. “He was stabbed on the ankle by a Variant’s pincers and talons. We cleaned the wounds, put antibiotic ointment on them and bandaged them but I’d like another opinion.”

“Sure, be glad to take a look,” Books said.

“Mark, Damien and I will make up bunks for all of you.” Megan looked at Dan. “How many in each dorm?”

“Three in the women’s and two in the men’s at the front of both rooms,” Dan said. “The rest of you need to move your bunks to the back of each dorm.”

“You heard the Gunnery Sergeant. Let’s get cracking,” Grace said. “Luke and Stephan take over the security room at midnight.”

“One of my guys will be in there at all times as well,” Dan said.

“No offence but you all look like you’ve been fighting for a long time without any down time,” Luke said. “We can move a cot into Security and your men can catch up on their sleep. We’ll wake you if anything happens.”

Dan nodded. “I’ll take first watch. Snake you’re up next…” he sent Luke a questioning look.

“Zero four hundred to zero eight hundred,” Luke said. “With Megan, Mark and Damien.”

“Works for me,” Snake said. “I’m getting some shut eye.” He got up and looked at Dan

“You and Books are with me in the females’ dorm,” Dan said.

“Sharp, you’ll take zero eight hundred to twelve hundred,” Dan said. “Books, twelve hundred to sixteen hundred.”

“You’ll be with me then, Books,” Grace said. “I watch the cameras from noon to fifteen hundred.”

Books sent her a thumbs up.

Grace stood. “Books, if you don’t mind waiting about twenty minutes I’m going to do the rounds then I’ll take you to John.”

“We’ll tag along with you,” Dan said and signaled to Books.

# # #

Grace moved the mini-mic into place. “Mother to Base One. I’m beginning the patrol. Over.”

“Base One to Mother. Understood and cleared. Over.”

She unlocked the door to the stairs. Before she opened it, Dan placed a hand on her shoulder and moved her to his side.

“Is the door at the top locked?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, her voice quiet. “This place is soundproof but we’re as quiet as we can be anyway.”

“Books and I go first. You stay behind us. What’s the code?”

She explained all the codes to him. Books moved back, directly in front of the door, weapon up. Dan opened the door. The stairs were empty.

Dan looked up to the other door. “That door opens to your office. When was the last time you checked it?”

“Just before noon.” Grace realized they really did know the layout of the building. “The door to the hallway is locked. I do the rounds three times a day and I lock the doors behind me as I move from one area to another.”

“Alone?” Books asked.

She shrugged. “I just check to make sure the kitchen and bathrooms up here are in order and that the outer doors haven’t been tampered with while the security team keeps an eye on me.”

Dan moved up the stairs with Books behind him. Grace stayed several steps back, giving them room to fight if needed.

Dan pushed the door open and he and Books rushed into her office. Dan went to the right and Books moved to the left.

“These guys are seriously trained,” Neal said, his voice quiet on the headset. “They make our efforts look amateurish.”

Grace frowned. “You’ve done very well. I’m proud of all of you.”

“We can learn a lot from them,” Neal said.

“Yes, I supposed so,” she said, hanging back and giving Dan and Books enough time to search the area before she joined them.

Dan met her at the top, standing over her. “The two of you need to cut the chatter.”

Before Grace could say anything, she heard two clicks and knew Neal had heard Dan and acknowledged the order. Afraid to speak, she did a zipping motion over her lips. He frowned then stalked to the closed door leading out of her office.

Books moved into place and Dan unlocked it, signaled to him and opened it. They cleared the hallway and moved on.

Grace trailed behind them as they cleared the areas and she checked the doors. When they finished, they returned to the lower level and she led them to John’s bunk.

Books examined the injury and wrapped it with clean bandages. “It’s healing, so keep doing what you’re doing.” Standing, he walked off.

Before she could escape, Dan stopped her. “Show me the rest of the shelter and storage areas.”

“Do you ever say anything without making it a command?”

“No.” He motioned her to move ahead of him.

“That figures.” She took him through the walk-in freezer and cold units, medical, security, and then last, she opened the escape tunnel.

Dan looked around. “This would have come in handy earlier today.”

She smiled and backed out of the narrow space. “So there’s at least one thing you didn’t already know?”

“Can’t know everything.”

“There’s a tray of snacks in the galley fridge and the coffee is on the counter. I’m getting some rack time. You should too. You look like hell warmed over.” She swiveled on the toes of her boots then waved a hand over her shoulder instead of saying goodnight.

Dan watched her walk away, the way she moved reminding him of the Marine sniper again. “Hey, Grace, you remind me of a Marine sniper I met in the sandbox. When a boot asked him about his shooting, he said it’s hard to miss someone—.”

“Who’s too stupid to duck,” she said, and slipped into the shadows of the shelves.

Behind her, Dan said, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

The cavalry, or in this case the Marines, had arrived. The days when she was the only adult worried about the cadets’ or the bunker’s safety were over—even though the fight for humanity in her small part of the world had just begun.

THE END

AFTERWARD

Thank you for taking the time to read Resistance (my Kindle World Extinction Cycle novella). After reading the Extinction Cycle series by Nicholas Sansbury Smith, and the novellas in Kindle World by so many wonderful authors, I knew I wanted to write in this series. I began to wonder what would happen to an isolated community if something like the infected and the Variants happened to our world.

Then, I wondered what would happen to an isolated group of young cadets who have had one to four years of military training. Could they survive? How would they do it? Would they hide or would they fight? I knew that a lot of these young cadets would have come from military families. What if their families made sure they’d be safe in an emergency?

This novella actually began with Grace Walker and her job at the Edgar Military Academy. I knew from the beginning I wanted her in the book. She had a Marine father so she also has secrets. I also wanted an adult in there for a touch of “mothering.” She has a great sense of irony so I wanted her to be saved by an ironic demand from an unpleasant boss. From there the story took off and the Edgar Military Academy came to life along with Grace and the cadets who take shelter with her.

I added Gunnery Sergeant Dan Perryman and his men at the end and I hope to write a sequel in the future.

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