The Survivors: Books 1-3

by Nathan Hystad

  “That sounds right to me too,” Mary confirmed. “I don’t know which pyramid we’re in, but they all took an insane amount of effort. I can’t believe there’s been a hidden portal down inside, and no one’s found it.”

  That got me thinking. “These days, they have all sorts of ultrasonic sensors that tell them what density of soil and rock are under things. How did they not learn there was an opening down here?” I asked, perplexed.

  “No idea. I’ll chalk it up to ancient alien gods,” Magnus said.

  I looked back at the hybrids, who had remained very quiet to this point. “Are you guys okay?”

  “The sooner we get out of this dusty tomb, the better. I’m not a fan of tight underground spaces,” Leslie said.

  Terrance slid his hand into Leslie’s. “Me neither.”

  The walkway kept going slightly uphill, but eventually, it came to an end. Magnus was ahead; he and Mary were feeling the walls.

  “There’s no exit,” Magnus said, and I instantly felt the walls closing in on me.

  “What do you mean, there’s no exit?” Leslie’s voice lifted, on the edge of panic.

  “We’ll find a way out,” Mary said.

  I tried to get a feel for where we could be. We’d walked a short way, and at an uphill trajectory. We were probably near the ground level, where they’d plopped the pyramid on top of the portal access. If archeologists hadn’t found what was below, there had to be a layer of thick rock between the levels.

  We spent an hour looking for any sign of an exit, and by the time we’d given up, we were covered in dust and Leslie was crying.

  “We’ll be okay. We can always go back,” Mary said, trying to comfort her.

  “We aren’t going back!” she yelled. “Our family is up there, stuffed away in a prison, tormented and dying. I’ve seen enough of humans to know how they’ll treat us.”

  “Kind of like how you were trying to fly our comatose bodies into the sun, hey?” Magnus asked, egging her on. It was clear he was at his wits’ end with Operation Stuck-Under-a-Pyramid too.

  “I don’t have to justify it. You all know our story. We repented and asked forgiveness. Some of you gave it, some of you couldn’t.” Terrance took over for his sobbing counterpart.

  “The last time anyone from Earth knew what was happening, you two escaped a secret military base and snuck around the Long Island camp, having midnight clandestine meetings. Remember the bodies? Who do you think they blamed for that?” Magnus added fuel to the fire.

  “We did it for them!” Terrance said, pushing himself chest to chest with Magnus, though he stood a good six inches shorter than the Scandinavian.

  “Lot of good it did them. You two were living easy on planet log-cabin, and they were blamed for everything!” Magnus yelled back, spittle flying from his mouth as he shouted.

  “It was your goddamn friend Mae that killed those guards! We aren’t to blame!” Leslie screeched from the ground, her hands on top of her head in a frantic gesture.

  “Enough!” I called, standing between the two men, pushing Magnus back. For a second, he looked like a Rottweiler who’d had a bone taken from its mouth; I was worried he was going to snap at me. But his common sense took over, and he turned, walking away. “Neither of you are right, and neither are wrong. Both sides are to blame. We may not be able to fix it, but we can change the outcome now. We won’t be able to do that and set an example if we can’t even work together without fighting.”

  Terrance leaned against the wall and slid down until his butt was touching the dirt floor beside Leslie.

  The hall had gotten pin-drop quiet, and Leslie broke the silence. “You’re right. We’re with you. No more bad blood. I’m sorry for all the trouble we caused. If we hadn’t escaped, you wouldn’t be here right now. Maybe humans would eventually have seen us as friends. Instead, we ran away, which was exactly what Mae wanted. The Bhlat are now knocking on your door, and it could be our fault, and we made you lose seven years of your loved ones’ lives.”

  We hadn’t told them all of this, so clearly, they’d been listening as we talked to Kareem. Something struck me at that moment. Something Kareem had asked, or almost asked.

  “Guys, Kareem started to ask if we had our...something…then cut himself short before he looked at the pin on the uniform. What if someone added a lift on the other side of the ground? Anyone with this technology could press their pin, glow green, and lift toward the target embedded above by the Deltra or some other ancient race after the pyramid was built.”

  I walked around the halls again, this time with a renewed vigor. Magnus and Mary were near the end, and I moved them out of the way as I searched, this time not for a handle or a secret door or hatch in the ceiling, but a sign on the floor. I used my boots to brush away dirt from the ground near the end wall and found that section was really a slab of stone with dirt covering it. Mary got down on her knees, and I joined her, wiping the stone surface with our gloved hands, clearing the dirt off, until we could see it.

  Laughing, tired, and covered in dust, we hugged; the image of Earth’s icon was emblazoned on the rock.

  “You did it again,” Magnus said, clapping me on the shoulder after he helped Mary up off the dirt.

  “I’ll go first.” I looked up at the ceiling, wondering how thick the space between us and the well-trodden paths of the pyramid above was.

  “Are you sure?” Mary said, worry thick in her voice.

  I nodded, ready to get out of the sealed-off trap we were in. “There have to be openings here too; otherwise, we wouldn’t be breathing in this stale air. If anything happens to me and my plan fails, look for a spot with air flow. It may be your way out. And if that doesn’t work, go back and convince Kareem to give us what we asked for. We’ll bring your friends back after we deal with the Bhlat.” The last bit was for Leslie and Terrance. I caught his gaze and held it there for a moment. He nodded solemnly.

  Mary took my face in her hands. “Do it. Communicate back to us, and we’ll be right up.” I felt the press of her lips against mine. They were dry and covered in old sediment, but I didn’t care. Not caring who was watching, I kissed her back.

  “Enough already. Tell you what. You get us out of here, and you two can have seven minutes in heaven at the Queen’s chamber up above,” Magnus said.

  I stopped the kiss short and smiled at Mary. She was so beautiful; so wonderful. The few months we’d had on New Spero just being a couple was the best time of my life. We walked Maggie, tended the garden, chopped wood… that was the life I wanted for us, at least part-time. She seemed to be reading my mind, because she just gave me a slow, soft nod, her eyes just on the brink of tearing up.

  “See you on the other side.” I clasped my helmet tight, hearing the familiar hiss as it pressurized, then hit the pin on my uniform. The familiar weightless feeling engulfed me, and I floated upward.

  SEVENTEEN

  I forced myself to open my eyes, only after a count to five. I instantly regretted it. I was still inside the rock, and even though I couldn’t feel it, I thought it was going to crush me. Just as I calmed myself out of the sudden shock, I emerged from the stone.

  The green light around me dissipated, leaving me on shaky knees in the pyramid passageway. My lights were on, and they showed me two directions to go. One careened at a downward angle, the other elevated at an acute pitch. That was the way we needed to go.

  “Dean, are you there?” Mary’s voice carried into my ear. I’d been so distracted, I’d forgotten to tell them I made it.

  “I’m here and the path is clear.” I stood out of the way, making room for my counterparts to float their way to the main section of the pyramid with me.

  “Gotcha,” came the reply.

  Soon four figures covered in green breached the hard floor, and I noticed the link in the ceiling above. There was another symbol on the ceiling, which was at least ten feet high here, too high for most people to reach unaided. The Deltra must have planted the beaming magnet a
bove the symbol.

  “Let’s move. We wasted enough time down there.” Magnus moved past me, taking charge. I was happy for him to do it. “Shouldn’t we run into tourists or something?”

  “After everything that’s happened, and is currently happening to Earth, I think the travel business to ancient structures is a thing of the past,” I said, hoping I was right. We wanted to get in and out as stealthily as possible.

  The pyramid paths were much cleaner up here, the walls cut out of large stone blocks. We came to a set of stairs leading up, and knew they’d been added in the past century. Long wooden rails lined the sides, with manufactured steps to keep tourists from falling or suing someone. The sudden jolt of modern in the ancient pyramid was jarring.

  “Looks like we’re on the right path,” Terrance said from behind us.

  We kept moving up the stairs, taking two at a time in a jog. It didn’t take us long to get to a fork where there was an option to turn a one-eighty and go up again. Signs pointed with images of a tomb for the Queen’s chamber and the King’s chamber above, with pictures in the backdrop of the Great Pyramid of Giza, one of the seven wonders of the world.

  “Now we know where we are, at least,” Mary muttered.

  It felt far from Russia, and we just hoped that when we got outside, we weren’t too late.

  “As much as I want to go see a real mummified corpse, let’s make a move,” Magnus said. When no one disagreed, he moved for the exit.

  I expected to be blinded by sunlight as we left, but it was night; the area’s lights were shut down. Closed for business. We left, ready for anything as we did so, passing two columns at the front of the pyramid. At the same moment, we all craned our necks to the sky, looking for signs of battle or destruction.

  Nothing. Just the light of a half moon, and stars shining at us from light years away.

  Magnus looked at me and shrugged.

  “How do we reach Dinkle?” I asked, though we’d been over it a few times.

  Magnus pulled out a tablet. “We left the cell technology on our tablets for just such an emergency. As long as Jeff is still kicking, we should be able to reach him. Patty asked him to stay behind so that someone she trusted was here.”

  “Did he want to leave?” Mary asked.

  “He was the world’s most alien-obsessed man, with a talk show about it. Of course he wanted to get to a colony planet. But at the end of the day, he listened to her because she heard him out at the start and brought him onto the team. He was there when we tested our cloaking technology and dismantled the Kraski ships. It was the equivalent of you seeing the inside of the Yankees’ locker room.” Magnus walked some way out, and even in the dimly-lit night sky, I could make out the smaller pyramids nearby, the grounds a barren rocky plateau.

  That brought me back to the day two years ago, when I’d gone to Yankee Stadium with my new little friend, Carey. Running the bases with him chasing after me had been a bright spot in an otherwise overwhelming time.

  Magnus opened the facemask on his helmet, and we removed ours, stashing them in a sack from my pack, and placed them under a grouping of broken rocks where they would be almost impossible to find. We also slipped off our uniforms and did the same thing with them. We were going to be conspicuous enough walking around with rifles in our bags. Blending in was going to be key.

  Magnus was fiddling with his tablet, and after he tapped the screen one last time, he crossed his other fingers and looked to the sky. “Jeff?” he asked, speaking into the earpiece mic. “Oh, thank God. It’s Magnus. We need your help.”

  They talked for a few minutes. Magnus nodded while Jeff spoke, and I wanted to hear the other end of the conversation. “We’re at the Pyramid of Giza. Yeah, that one. One hour? We can wait it out. See you then.”

  “Well? What the hell’s going on here?” Leslie asked impatiently.

  “They’re here, but so far no fireworks have gone off. Naidoo has just made a statement for everyone to stay calm, but that’s not going so well. As far as Jeff knows, the Bhlat have hung in space, and the connections to the station up there have been severed. He’s bringing a transporter over here. I guess he was in London, or what’s left of it.” Magnus’ mouth was set in a grim line.

  “What now?” Mary asked.

  “We wait for Jeff,” Magnus said, sitting down on a half-sized pyramid stone jutting out of the ground.

  Leslie and Terrance set their packs down and ventured off together, whispering quietly.

  “I still don’t trust them,” Magnus said about the hybrid pair.

  “What choice do we have? We can’t get to the Bhlat world without them. We’re committed,” I said.

  “All that data from the Bhlat base you downloaded and all the details on locations were encrypted, hey?” I wasn’t sure if he was making a comment or asking a question.

  “They aren’t stupid, that’s for sure. They made sure their location was hidden from anyone finding an outpost,” I said.

  “We trust them now, but promise me this. We have each other’s backs no matter what happens. You, Mary, and me. If shit goes south up there, we leave them and force the information from Kareem if we have to.” Magnus’ voice was a low growl, and a vein on his forehead was starting to throb.

  “Deal,” Mary said first.

  “Deal.” I knew I owed the hybrids something after they’d turned around and worked with us to get our people home, but it only went so far. My friends came first. My people too.

  The hour went by slowly, and I marked the passage of the moon by its position over the Great Pyramid. I almost went back in, wanting to see the other chambers, but the risk of bumping around inside in the near dark wasn’t worth it.

  Being in Egypt after traveling through a portal felt like being on an abandoned alien world. No one was in sight, ancient structures pushed into the sky. It was surreal.

  After some time, a light shone in the sky, moving quickly toward our location. Leslie and Terrance meandered over to us, both holding their rifles at ready. I didn’t like the look in Terrance’s eyes as he stared toward the incoming ship.

  “This better be Dinkle,” Magnus said, holding his own gun at ready.

  The small transport landed, similar to the ones they had on New Spero, but it looked simpler and more worn than theirs. Probably an early model. The door opened, and a familiar face hopped out.

  “I’ll be damned. The rumors are true,” Jeff said, a smile covering half his face. He laughed and walked over to us, arms stretched out.

  He set them on Mary’s shoulders and kissed each of her cheeks before coming over to me and giving me a firm hug, complete with a back slap to end the embrace. He did the same to Magnus and gave a curt nod in the hybrids’ direction before speaking again. “The Heroes of Earth, back again. We thought you were dead.” He said this so matter-of-factly, like it didn’t bother him either way. “I’m glad you’re not.”

  “So are we,” Mary chimed in.

  “Why are you so chipper? Aren’t the Bhlat hovering somewhere overhead?” I asked, his demeanor bugging me.

  The smile fell from his face. “I’m sorry. When I heard from you, I got so excited. If anyone was going to get us out of this mess, it’s you three. I see Mae’s no longer with you?” He looked at me intensely, like he was trying to say something with his eyes, maybe pass a secret message to me.

  “She’s dead,” I said quietly.

  “I see. So you got my text, then?” he asked.

  Text? I hadn’t had a text since… Don’t trust her. “What the hell are you asking me? It was you?” I crossed over to him, grabbing him by the shirt collar. A uniformed man from the transporter got out, holding a gun in the air, and asked me calmly to let him go.

  Magnus and Mary quickly had their weapons in the air, pointing at Jeff and his escort.

  “No need to get out of hand. I was trying to help you.” His voice was ragged as I clutched him firmly.

  “Why did you send that text?” I was suddenly furiou
s. Rage filled my veins as I recalled getting the message on my cell phone outside the gas station near Nashville. Mae had been with us, chasing down the two hybrids now beside us. Only now, she was gone.

  “She was dangerous. I didn’t have enough proof, just the word of one of them.” He nodded in Terrance’s direction.

  I let him go. The anger was still there, but he was right. She did screw us over, even if she thought it was for the best. “What signs?” I asked, nodding to my counterparts, who let their weapons down. The air thinned as the tension lifted.

  “Before we get into this, do you think we could have this discussion in the air?” Magnus asked. “We have an objective, and fighting each other isn’t going to get us there.”

  One by one, we loaded onto the transport ship, which had barely enough room for us to sit side by side. Jeff sat in the back with us, and Magnus took a seat up front by the pilot. I was hip to hip between Mary and Leslie. Our bags and rifles leaned behind the back seats, in the small storage area just out of sight.

  “Explain,” I said once we were in the air, leaving the pyramids behind.

  EIGHTEEN

  We moved quickly through the night. Part of me wished I could watch the ground fly past us as we traveled, moving over the Middle East toward Siberia, where Jeff claimed the hybrid camp was located.

  “I had a talk show for a few years on extraterrestrial beings, and the likelihood of life outside of Earth. Ever since I was a child sending letters to MUFON, I’ve been ridiculed for my beliefs. It didn’t stop there. Even as a successful television host and blogger, I had hate mail, and naysayers putting me down. Could you imagine the thrill I had when one of the hybrids approached me a year before the Event?” Jeff’s smile started to creep back onto his face.