Darkness

by Kyle West

  Darkness

  The Wasteland Chronicles, Volume 5

  by Kyle West

  Published by Kyle West, 2014.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  DARKNESS

  First edition. January 7, 2014.

  Copyright © 2014 Kyle West.

  Written by Kyle West.

  Also by Kyle West

  The Wasteland Chronicles

  Apocalypse

  Origins

  Evolution

  Revelation

  Darkness

  Watch for more at Kyle West’s site.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  About the Author

  Contact

  Glossary

  Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Well,” I asked Anna, “you ready?”

  Anna nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  A fine day for a flight.

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

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

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

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

  Well, good thing we have the mightiest around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Bunker 108, here we come.”

  From behind, Anna groaned.

  ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Oasis,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Which all means what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  This is it, I said.

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

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

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