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The Death Fields Box Set [Books 4-6]

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by Angel Lawson




  The Death Fields

  Books 4 - 6

  Angel Lawson

  Contents

  Title Page

  Untitled

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Untitled

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Untitled

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  The Girl Who Broke Free

  Title Page

  Untitled

  I. Alexandra

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  II. Wyatt

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  III. Alexandra

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  The Girl Who Saved The World

  Title Page

  Untitled

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Also by Angel Lawson

  The Girl Who Kissed the Sun

  The Death Fields

  Book 4

  By Angel Lawson

  Alexandra

  Savannah River, Georgia

  Late Fall

  Run.

  That was the last word Cole said to me as he bled out on the sparring ring floor. He’d done the damage himself, pushing the hatchet handle into my hands before slicing his stomach open like a gutted fish.

  His command rings in my ears, haunting me as we travel up the cold Savannah River where my sister’s small boat carries us away from the Chloe-led, Hybrid takeover at The Fort. The sharp wind slaps my cheeks, freezing the blood from the Eaters Rowe and I had killed in our attempt to escape.

  “He’s dead,” I yell at my sister over the wind and hum of the engine. “Rowe. He died protecting me.”

  Cole shot him without remorse, rambling about betrayal and orders from his new Commander—the new Commander of the genetically modified Hybrid Army, his twin sister Chloe.

  “Did you hear me?” I shout, waiting for a reaction from my dethroned sister to the fact one of her men died, but she continues to look over the water, unblinking. For a minute, I think she can’t hear me over the noise, but that’s not true. She hears. She just doesn’t care.

  We take the river as far as it will go, until we enter the wide, smooth waters of Lake Oconee. There, we take our pick of vacation homes, settling on a cedar plank cabin with fewer windows and isolated property.

  Jane brought along three loyal Fighters. Rowe would have been the fourth. One of the men—Jackson—is quiet and efficient. A little bit like Davis, although he’s tall and lanky. He’s quick and precise. He keeps his black hair cut close. His brown eyes are alert.

  Green is nearly the opposite. Pale white skin to contrast Jackson’s dark. He’s short and thick, more muscle than anything else. At least, that’s my guess from the cut of his shoulders and chest. I’m caught off guard when he pulls off the black stocking cap and reveals a shock of red hair. It’s like a beacon. He catches me eyeing it and rubs his hand over the flaming hair. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I keep it covered. It’s like a target, right?”

  I smile. I think I like him—he reminds me of Jude.

  The third fighter is familiar and when we get off the boat, we stare at one another uneasily.

  “It’s been a long time,” Walker says, the first to break the tension. I’d last seen her months ago when we escaped from the Vaccine Center. So much has happened during that time.

  “It has. It’s good to see you.”

  She looks me up and down. “How’s the rest of the team?”

  That’s a question I don’t want to answer. Or think about. I’ve done all I can to keep them out of mind. Cole the Hybrid. Wyatt the maybe-more-than-friend. I think about leaving him with the kids, Devin, Kori, and Garrett, with the hope he can get them somewhere safe. I left Davis, Parker, and Jude at Erwin’s latest camp without a goodbye. I swallow their memories like a lump in my throat.

  “Alive when I left.” I tilt my head. “But that was before I knew about Chloe’s takeover. I’d come to talk some sense into my sister and ran into a coup instead.”

  Walker’s lips twitch. “Not sure if that was bad or good timing.”

  “Me either,” I agree. “How did you end up with Jane?”

  “She brought me in when you guys ran. I thought she was going to execute me for treason. Instead she made me part of her personal guard.”

  “Keep your enemies close, or something like that?” That’s twice, though, that Jane has taken in someone who works closely with me under her wing. Three if you count Wyatt, although he’s a man with his own mission so who knows how much influence she had over him.

  “She kept me alive just when things were getting dicey. I’ll do the same for her,” she says, summing up the entirety of Walker’s philosophy on life in two short sentences.

  She tosses me my backpack, the one I left in the SUV when I surrendered.

  “Thanks,” I say, tugging the blanket I found on the boat over my shoulders for warmth before heading inside the house.

  The chill of late fall clings to the house and it feels colder inside than out. Dust coats every surface, heaviest on items like the flat screen TV hanging uselessly on the wall. The cabin is comfortable, though. The owners decorated it nicely and despite the musty smell, it’s free from the stench of death. It doesn’t take long to find what we need. Heavy quilts and canned food in the pantry. A pallet of bottled water in the garage. Jane enters with her nose in the air and a distinct look of distaste on her face. It’s another reminder that she’s never been out in the real post-crisis world and doesn’t know this is as good as it’s going to get.

  It’s going to be a long trip.

  I corner my sister in a small bedroom. She’s staring at herself in the dusty mirror, looking like a lost child. I sit on the edge of the bed and say, “We’re going to have to talk at some point.”

  “I think I’m in shock,” she says, peering into the mirror. “Do I look like I’m in shock?”

  “You look like someone whose never stepped foot outside of her fortress during the apocalypse, Jane. Welcome to the world you created. It sucks, and you haven’t even seen the worst of it.”

  “Like the infected?�
� she asks, catching my eye. I recognize curiosity more than fear.

  “Yeah, sure. They’re not awesome.” I sigh and run my hand over the cotton patches on the quilt. I’m cold and tired enough that I’d like to curl up underneath it and take a nap. “There are other things, worse things, believe it or not. Like the Hybrids who are so strong that they make a rabid Eater look like a piece of cake. Then there’s the humans—you remember them, right? They’re angry and scared and many lost all ethical sense when society fell. They’re terrifying.”

  “Stop being so dramatic. I’m aware of the current situation out here. I track everything. I have data.”

  Did I mention this was going to be a long trip?

  “Do you even know where we’re going?” I ask. “Do you have a plan at all?”

  She turns and gives me an incredulous look. “Of course I have a plan.”

  “Great!” I exclaim with false enthusiasm. “Care to share it with the rest of the class?”

  “We’re headed north, to a town called Catlettsburg. It’s in Eastern Kentucky, on the Ohio River.”

  “And what exactly is up there?” As far as I know, we have zero connections with that part of the country. No family. No memories. Although, it’s not like I’ve really been privy to my sister’s private life over the last couple of years. If so, maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

  “Well if you must know, during my time at PharmaCorp I had a partner—the original lead scientist. We worked very closely together when I first arrived. He taught me everything I know about the inner workings of a lab outside of a university setting. When I was asked to take more of a leadership over the Department of Defense contracts—”

  “You mean biological warfare,” I interject.

  “Yes. The bio-warfare was the primary contract and Avi Patel was not enthusiastic about the program.”

  “Sounds like Avi is pretty smart and maybe you should have listened to him.” She gives me a hard look, not amused by my comments. “Okay, so we’re headed to his house.”

  “Not just his house. His town.” She sits next to me on the bed. The mattress squeaks from our combined weight. “Avi is the one that prepped the building for an eventual crisis. He created the energy and plumbing systems, managed the food and supplies. He designed the armory and R&D departments. He’s a scientist of survival. He knew one day the end would come. He just didn’t predict we—or rather, I—would be the one to start it.”

  There’s little regret in her voice—I’m not sure she’s capable of it any longer or if she ever was. But there is a hint of longing on her face and it’s clear this man, Avi, is important.

  “So we’re going to his town.”

  “Yes. He picked the location specifically based on its survivability.”

  “Does he know we’re coming?” I have no idea if she has the means to communicate with the outside world. Honestly, I don’t know much about my sister anymore.

  “We have an open invitation.” She glances at me.

  “What?”

  “He does have one stipulation.”

  “Okay. What is that?”

  “I can bring in the vaccine—he has inoculated the town already. I sent him the first successful batch months ago, even before we vaccinated ourselves at the Fort. But he will not allow any other genetic alterations or study to be done.”

  “Well, good. I certainly don’t have a problem with that.” I frown. “Do you? You don’t have some kind of evil plan lined up?”

  I’m only half-joking.

  Jane doesn’t think it’s funny. “No, Alexandra, I don’t. But for the sake of transparency, you should know that Avi isn’t aware of the Hybrids or the war building in the south. He has no idea what I’ve done or what we may be forced to do to stop it.”

  That’s when she breaks. She cracks right in front of me. Her strong exterior shatters into a sobbing mass of emotion. The sister I knew and grew up with appears before me and I blink, as though she’s not real.

  “Jane?” She doesn’t reply and I do the only thing I know how. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug.

  “It will be okay,” I tell her, stroking her hair. It’s a lie and I don’t know why I say it. She deserves worse.

  “He’ll hate me.”

  “Maybe.”

  She looks at me accusingly, red-eyed with a runny nose. “That’s not helping.”

  I sigh and take both of her hands. “You screwed up, dear sister. And there’s no more hiding behind Fortress walls pretending otherwise. The journey to your little town is going to be hard. Brutally hard. We may not even survive and if we do, I suspect seeing Avi is going to be even more difficult.” Another round of sobs wracks through her. I sigh. “But I’ve got your back and I’ll fight for you every step of the way.”

  She nods, and I step into the bathroom, where I find the most fantastic thing ever. A box of tissues. I hand it over and she takes an extravagant number, four at once, and I roll my eyes at her cluelessness.

  “Wha?” she asks, nose stuffed and running.

  “I have so much to teach you.” I take the box back before she can use them all. “But I guess that’s what sisters are for.”

  After my talk with Jane, I feel the need for a bath so I head down to the clear, green, lake water. Walker agrees to stand guard and I take tiny baby steps into the freezing cold water slowly, until every part of my body is submerged. I’m still dressed in my prison uniform, not for modesty but because large swaths of the fabric are stuck to my skin, dried there with blood and fluids from my escape. My hands are stained a dark red and I can still feel the hot blood as it oozed out of Cole’s wound.

  Even lost to the Hybrid virus, he saved me. I don’t know where to put that information.

  The cloth loosens once it gets wet and I strip down and scrub myself clean with a bar of fresh-smelling soap from the bathroom. They have a whole basket of cleaning products the owners must have picked up at hotels around the country. I use three tiny bottles that smell like lavender on my hair alone.

  I feel as greedy as my sister with the tissues.

  Later, night falls, and we gather around the long wooden table. Jackson’s rabbit, plus two cans of corn and one of peaches in thick, sugary juice make our meal. The owner must have had a thing for candles because there are dozens, and instead of risking a fire we draw the curtains and eat by flickering candlelight.

  “What’s the plan?” I ask, licking syrup off my fingers. “Because we can’t stay here long.”

  All afternoon I tried to picture the United States map and figure out the best way from here to Eastern Kentucky. All I know is this lake isn’t in the right spot to connect directly to the river, which means we’ll be moving forward on foot. Green says as much as he gnaws on the leg bone of the rabbit.

  “So we’re walking?” I ask, looking at the Fighters.

  “I brought some additive and a spare battery that may help us get a car moving,” Jackson says.

  “Has the gas gone bad?” Jane asks, thinking about this for the first time.

  “At the Fort, we fleet-crew-maintained the vehicles, keeping batteries and gasoline clean. Out here, everything’s been sitting for a while. We should be able to get something working. We definitely don’t want to travel over the Appalachians on foot.”

  “Does that work for you?” I ask Walker, who’s been uncharacteristically quiet.

  “Yes. First thing we’ll search for a vehicle but, I agree, we need to leave as soon as possible after that. We need more distance between us and the Hybrids.” She stands and takes her plate to the sink out of habit. There’s no water other than from the lake. She quickly adds, “I’ll take first watch,” before heading out the front door.

  I jerk my chin at Green. “You have a map?”

  “In my bag.”

  My sister watches our exchange. She’s been silent since we spoke earlier in the day. I don’t have the energy to deal with her right now. “Can I look it over? Or we can look it o
ver together? I like to have my route well planned.”

  “Good idea.” He hops up and goes for his bag; it’s as worn and battered as my own.

  I feel a sense of gratitude that Jane thought to bring my pack. There’s not much inside but the family things I’d carried this whole time and a couple of spare pairs of clothing. I’d used most of the space for the food I brought for Devin and his family. But the family pictures and our mother’s wedding ring is in that bag, and it’s all I have left.

  Green and I spread his map on the coffee table, using a couple of candles for light. We figure out the fastest route, then the safest, then a third in case the first two are blown to hell.

  “How much time have you spent in the Death Fields?” I ask him. I know from seeing Erwin’s map at our last meeting that most of the north is not cleared of the Eaters. That’s probably the best thing Jane and her Hybrids did for the south. They cleared out so many of the infected and rounded up the survivors. It made a difference. Unfortunately, their motives weren’t so great for the rest of society.

 

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