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Vampire Apocalypse: Fallout (Book 3)

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by Derek Gunn




  Vampire Apocalypse:

  Fallout

  Derek Gunn

  Published by Permuted Press at Smashwords.

  Copyright 2010 Derek Gunn

  www.PermutedPress.com

  Prologue

  “I’m telling you,” the boy piped excitedly, “you just have to see this.”

  He glanced back every few seconds as if to make sure that his audience was still with him and his inattention to his own footsteps caused him to slip and stumble repeatedly over the uneven ground.

  “This better be worth it, Wilkins,” a boy, taller than the others, said with as much menace as his fifteen years could manage. The lead boy gulped and slipped again as his attention was distracted. The larger boy laughed. “Watch where you’re going, Wilkins, or you’re likely to break something and then we’ll never see this amazing discovery of yours.”

  “Yeah,” laughed another boy, “like you were so busy before, Seager.” This boy was smaller than the larger boy but did not seem in the least intimidated by this. “Remind me,” he continued despite the scowl directed at him by Seager, “does fondling women’s underwear make you blind or do you have to actually take your dick out for that?”

  There was a smattering of laughter from the others in the group, though most did not want to be seen to be laughing and looked away in case they were caught. Seager lunged forward with a growl of anger but the other boy easily sidestepped and Seager’s roundhouse punch swept past without making contact.

  “I’m going to kill you, Ricks. When I get my hands on you …”

  “Will you two stop it?” Everyone stopped at the sharp tone and Emma Logan glared at the two boys in front of her. Inside she longed to burst out laughing, Rick’s comment had been particularly funny, but she knew that if these two started at each other again then there was likely to be trouble. The two boys were like flint and stone and the resulting sparks were inevitable.

  “Honestly,” she continued, “I’d swear you were both ten years old. Ricks,” she kept her face severe but it wasn’t easy as she watched his sheepish grin. “You know damn well that Robert was taking in the laundry for his mother.”

  Emma looked sternly at Ricks, using all her self control to remain serious. He was also fifteen, of average height and athletic rather than muscular. His wiry frame was well defined from his work in the fields and muscles in his arms rippled when he moved. His brown hair flopped into his eyes, giving him the appearance of a cute animal peering out through a cage. He was a good looking boy who smiled easily but he delighted in mischief. Emma found it hard to be angry with him for too long, his smile was so damn infectious, and his eyes were like two dark pools that pulled her in and made her lose track of time.

  “He sure looked like he was enjoying it way too much,” Ricks insisted and jumped out of the way of another swipe from Seager.

  Emma shook herself from her thoughts. “One of these days,” she warned him, “you won’t be as quick and he’ll land one of those on you and knock you into next week. And as for you,” she turned her attention toward Seager who suddenly stopped grinning. “Stop bullying poor Danny. He’s likely to break an ankle if he doesn’t watch where he’s going and we’ll be in enough trouble as it is if we’re caught out here without having any serious injuries to content with as well.”

  Seager nodded and flushed. Emma Logan was well aware that Peter Seager fancied her. Girls just sensed those things. He was good looking but was just too physical for her liking. He was a typical jock. Bigger than the other boys from an early age and he was used to getting his own way by using that size, in many cases unintentionally - but not always. He was nice enough when you got him on his own but impossible when there were others around that that he felt the need to impress. Logan, for her part, had become the calming influence between them. Neither boy was capable of leading their small group; they were far too caught up with looking good and scoring points off each other to worry about the smaller details like how their actions affected the others in the group. And they couldn’t make a decision to save their lives. There were nine of them in the group, but most of the others were sheep, happy to be led and watch the fireworks that sparked anytime the two boys got together.

  It wasn’t that they hated each other. Ricks just found it too easy to bait Seager, especially when Seager was trying so hard to use his size to intimidate the others. Seager also had the makings of a bully and this didn’t sit well with Conor Ricks, or herself for that matter. Seager wasn’t a bully quite yet but he was certainly at least half way there, and Ricks delighted in eroding his tough-guy image whenever he could.

  Emma liked both boys, though, despite their problems. She was fifteen as well, with just as many raging hormones as the boys had to contend with, and she was the only girl of their age around, so it limited their options considerably. But she was used to taking charge. Before the vampires had come her father had left just after she was born and her mother had become addicted to booze. A string of bad male friends had left her mother with two more children and Emma with two brothers to look after. She had been forced to take charge then and again now. Boys were just so basic, she thought in frustration. They either wanted to fight or see you naked - there just didn’t seem to be any third option that she was aware of. She was well used to keeping order. It was just a pity that someone couldn’t look after her for a change.

  She had come out of the serum’s effects to a world very different to the one she had known two years previously. There had been no sign of her mother or her two brothers and the sudden loneliness had felt like a terrible weight that she still had difficulty coping with. People were kind but everyone was far too busy to take care of her so she had to pick herself up and make her own way in this new world. Although she had hated having to have to look after her brothers and having to pick up her mother after she had been abandoned yet again, she longed for their company and eagerly examined the faces of all newcomers any time Harris and his team came back with more refugees. The thought that her mother and brothers might be dead was too terrible to bear so she had convinced herself that they were still alive.

  She had grown more and more insular as the patrols began to bring in fewer and fewer survivors, until, finally, her mother and her brothers had been brought in, bedraggled and near death from starvation. She had been so happy when they had been rescued. Her life seemed to take on new meaning and she took it as a sign that things would get better from then on, despite their precarious position in this new world. Now that they were together they could be a proper family. Unfortunately, though, once they recovered, her life descended back into the same monotony that she had lived with before the vampires had come.

  Her mother was still an addict. Even with the time she had spent under the influence of the serum and off alcohol she had slid right back into addiction as soon as she had been rescued. Alcohol was rare enough these days, though her mother still seemed to manage to find a bottle with alarming frequency. Emma suspected that she had a number of male friends who kept her supplied for special favours but she tried hard to see the good in her mother whenever she could.

  Her life had been destined to grow more depressing until Father Reilly had taken her aside. He had seen how things were for her and had seen how much responsibility had been thrust onto her young shoulders. He couldn’t do very much about her mother, though he had promised to pray for her. However, he had been able to do something for Emma. He had introduced her to the other teenagers in the community. At first she had insisted that she did not have time with all her responsibilities, but Reilly had insisted. He had arranged for her younger brothers to be sent to the community school and had insisted that she take time o
ut every day to be with others her own age. She realised now that that had been just what she had needed.

  When she had met the ‘children’, as the adults referred to them, she had remained quiet at first; delighting in the ability to lose herself in anonymity within a larger group and let others make the decisions. The two boys seemed to have nearly equal support among the group and decisions were hard to come by. Seager would suggest something and Ricks would argue against it as a matter of course. This would generally continue until Seager lost his temper and lashed out at Ricks, who generally danced safely around the other boy until they both got bored and argued about something else. While it was fun in the beginning she had eventually lost patience. She had managed to remain quiet for nearly a whole week, enjoying the attentions of both of the boys, but, eventually, she had been forced to step in and separate Seager and Ricks.

  They would never get anything done otherwise and she wasn’t one for just hanging around and arguing. She was a do-er. That had been the beginning of it. It hadn’t taken long before everyone in the group, including Seager and Ricks, looked to her for guidance and to make the final decision when there was no consensus, which was in most cases. Some things just never changed, she realised. There was something within her, a quality that others gravitated toward, that impelled her to lead. Eventually she decided not to fight against it and accepted her role and, if the truth be known, she now revelled in it. For the first time, others looked to her out of respect rather than circumstance.

  She still had two brothers who conspired as often as they could to make her home life busy but now she also had the ‘Wolverines.’ The name had not been her idea but she had to admit that it did give their little group an identity that was all theirs. Up till now she had always been someone’s daughter or sister. For a time she had also been a prisoner of the vampires, but she remembered little of that. She shuddered as she thought of the vampires and how tenuous their existence was, even here in their little community. That was why she put up with the crap in the group. At least it was real and she had choices. The others in the group genuinely listened to her.

  They had members as young as thirteen and even one as old as seventeen, though Jack Pearson was a little soft, ‘touched’ as they used to call them in the old world. He wasn’t handicapped, just a little slow. He adored her and never stood less than a few feet away from her. It wasn’t sexual by any means, not that she had any experience with boys in that way, of course. The vampires had come when she was still twelve and had effectively stunted her formative teen years. Though she had seen enough men around her mother to tell the difference between friendship and lust. Jack wasn’t quite as tall as Seager but his shoulders were far more developed than any of the others so he appeared bigger, and was certainly stronger than any of the others. He also had a quiet confidence about him that ensured the others afforded him a measure of respect and ensured they never made fun of the fact that he was simple.

  There wasn’t really much to do in the community and they spent most of their days wandering through the community’s territory, at least those areas which were considered safe. Her brothers were in school but there were no teachers for her age group. Initially, when they had been originally inducted into the community, the adults had told them that they had to attend classes anyway, but there were no adults qualified to teach them and their classes had turned out to be a string of adult ‘babysitters’ who merely sat in a room with them. After a few weeks of that they had simply stopped going. There had been a few rumblings about punishment but she had offered a compromise and, to everyone’s delight, it had been accepted. She had offered the committee their services for chores around the community that the adults either did not have the time or the inclination to do themselves. This would mean that they would be contributing to the community rather than being merely a drain on scarce resources and the adults had happily accepted.

  Once they finished their chores they were free for the rest of each day. It had been a major victory for her. It had marked the group as special and allowed them a freedom that none of the other young people enjoyed. The group loved her for it and it firmly cemented her place as the group’s leader.

  Of course there was really very little to do in the community but at least they had control of their own time. Today’s planned excursion, a trip out to the West of the city’s limits to see if they could find a shop that was reputed to have books and games and was still relatively undamaged, had been set aside when Danny Wilkins had come rushing into their club house, which was an old comic shop near the centre of the city.

  He had refused to tell them what he had seen; instead, he had urged them to follow and see for themselves. They had all groaned and grumbled but the truth of the matter was that they had little else to do so they had followed him eagerly enough. That had been twenty minutes ago and Emma was beginning to get a little worried. They were fast approaching the limits of the community’s territory.

  “Just where exactly is this thing you want to show us, Danny?” Emma asked and the boy whipped his head around and immediately stumbled again. They were only a hundred yards or so from the large wall that the thralls had built around the city before the original community members had freed it. The wall had been repaired, somewhat, and now marked the area within the city that was considered relatively safe. No one had seen a vampire fly overhead or a thrall patrol drive past the city in all the time since the city had been free. There were no guards or adults past this mark but it had been instilled in them since they woke from the serum that they were not to pass this point.

  The wall loomed above them almost like a mountain and its shadow spread over them as they approached. The day was warm for January, and certainly warmer than it had been of late. Snow still covered the majority of the roads that they passed, but the sun was finally starting to melt the blanket that had seemed to have gripped their city forever. Low clouds roiled above them like agitated, dirty snakes and kept what heat there was in the city stagnant and stale. Despite this, though, the air itself seemed to grow colder as they walked into the shadow of the wall. The barrier itself seemed to disappear into the clouds as if it continued on forever, though they knew that vicious, sharp wire adorned the top of the wall. The wall itself was dull and grey, almost boring in its monotonous circle around the city. The occasional hole along its length or blackened scorch mark were all that remained to remind them that there was still a very real threat beyond the barrier.

  “It’s not far now,” he insisted, “just up ahead.”

  “It is within the limits, Danny, isn’t it?” Emma stopped and put her hands on her hips.

  “Well, sort of,” Danny answered as he continued to walk until he realised that the others had stopped following and he was forced to halt and turn back towards them. “Oh, come on guys,” he pleaded, “it’s just up ahead and it is so worth it.”

  “We’re not going past the limits, Danny. No way,” Emma insisted and most of the others nodded their agreement.

  “How did you find this thing anyway?” Seager asked dubiously. “Have you been out past the limits on your own?”

  Danny looked down at his feet and flushed. “I overheard my dad talking about some new device and that they were testing it out past the North wall, so I followed him last night. You’ve really got to see this, guys. Honestly. It really is so worth it.”

  “Just tell us what it is and then we’ll decide for ourselves,” Ricks shrugged with what he thought to be a perfectly acceptable compromise.

  “No way,” Danny insisted defiantly as he shook his head, “it’ll spoil the surprise. Come on guys.”

  “Just how far past the limits are we talking about?” Emma asked as her heart began to beat a little faster. The last few weeks had begun to grow boring as they had finished exploring everywhere that was considered safe. The chance of actually seeing something new and exciting was awfully attractive, but to go past the limits was dangerous, not to mention the trouble they could get int
o.

  “Oh, not far,” Danny smiled as he began to sense victory. “You’ll still be able to see the wall and all.”

  The others all looked a little dubious but then Ricks nodded. “What the hell, we’ve bugger all else to do.”

  Emma was about to object when Seager, not to be out done by Ricks, shouted his agreement and then the rest were swept along in the growing excitement of such a radical trip. Emma knew she should say something but she could not help feeling excited about the prospect as well. What the hell, she thought, it’s only a little way past the limits. No one will know and we’ll be back before anyone is any the wiser. She nodded slowly and the others cheered and headed on toward the wall.

  It was if the very air around them conspired with them to keep their transgression a secret. The clouds that had hidden the wall’s upper reaches now seemed to drop even lower and embrace the small group in its wispy tendrils, hiding them from view. They walked cautiously but the noise of their occasional stumbling and muttered curses were quickly muted by the blanket of cloud that enveloped them. Emma shivered as the air turned colder within the cloud’s embrace and she was about to call a halt when Danny’s excited voice shattered the stillness.

  “It’s through here,” he piped and urged the others toward a small crack in the wall. “I found this last night when I followed my dad. They used the gate down a little further but there’s a guard on it so I couldn’t follow them. I was on my way back when I saw light filter through this crack.” He pointed at a small fissure in the wall and Ricks hunkered down and examined it. It was far too small for an adult to squeeze through but perfect for them. Seager might find it a little snug but the rest of them should have no rouble.

  “Seems you’ve thought of everything, Danny,” Ricks smiled and stood again. “Lead the way.” He swept his hand toward the fissure with an exaggerated bow. “It’s your show.

 

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