What is supposed to be a simple escort job turns into a fight for their very survival as Tristan, Rebecca, and Bailey are forced into the smoking ruins of mankind after an alien invasion. Can they survive a wasteland filled with infected, bandits, and aliens? *Inspired by The Last of Us*
View MoreTristan Harlow:
Sitting in the back of my family's old, light-brown minivan, I stare out toward the endless, empty field of Kansas's countryside. There's something about the beautiful, green grass mixing with the clear, cloudless blue sky that is giving me a sense of bliss.
"Hey, Tristan," my younger brother, Josh, yells. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing much," I reply, "Just enjoying the scenery."
"Oh, what's so special about grass in an empty field," ask my younger sister, Ruby. "You know you have plenty of grass back home. In both your front and back yard. "
Sighing, I turn my head and look at my parents and siblings. My dad is busy driving while my mom is keeping him company. Josh is back to playing on his phone while Ruby is focused on drawing in her notebook. All the while, I have nothing to do but just look out the window.
"Cheer up son," my dad says from the upfront. "Today is your birthday! You should be happy!"
"I am dad," I say, yawning. "But what I'm not happy about is how early we had to get up. We got up at six in the morning and have been driving non-stop since."
"I'm sorry that your grandparents lived three hours away," my mom says, giggles afterward, "But hey, think about it like this. Once we're at your grandparents' house, in the wide-open countryside, you can do anything and everything you want."
"What I want is to get back to sleep," I whisper to myself.
"Only about one hour left before we arrive," dad yells.
"Swell," I say, putting on a fake smile. "I can't wait."
"Yeah," Ruby laughs, still drawing. "I can't wait to see them."
A little curious to see what my sister is drawing, I lean over and take a peek. It appears to be two skeletons, with hairs and clothes almost identical to grandpa and grandma.
"Well, that's a little creepy," I thought.
Returning to the scenery view, I stare out the window. For a while, everything looks normal. Until the clear, cloudless, blue sky starts to turn black and red almost instantly.
"Hey," my mom says. "What just happened? It was clear a few seconds ago."
Mesmerize by the sudden, odd-looking black sky, our attention is redirected to something else, something appearing in the sky. Looking like some sort of frisbee, it is round and silver and covered by bright white lights on its sides. The silver thing looks as big as two football fields side by side. Out of nowhere, four more 'saucers' appear, all of them looking the same. They are all slowly descending from the black sky."
"What are those," I ask, pressing my face and hands against the windows.
"What," Josh asks, looking away from his game. Bumping me out of the way, he looks out the window.
"What in the world," he says, his wide eyes matching all of ours. All of us watching the saucers, even my dad, see some of the bright white lights come flying off! Flying down, they land all over, some in the empty fields next to us, a few behind us, and a couple right beside us. The balls of bright lights, not much bigger than a basketball, hover for a while before exploding!
The field beside us blowing up, a rain of dirt and pebbles shoot out from the ground and into the sky! The road behind us is covered in fires and potholes! The ones beside us shake the van so bad, it nearly tips over!
"Drive," my mom yells, holding onto her seatbelt.
Without a second to waste, my dad stomps on the gas and launches the van forward. Driving faster than we ever have, my dad is trying to drive fast while dodging the exploding balls of lights! As more and more come flying off the saucers, my mom looks back and tells us to keep our heads down!
"Come on," I scream, grabbing my brother's and sister's heads and pushing down. Covering our ears with our hands, we listen as my dad screams more!
"Come on," he starts, swerving right and left. "Come on! Come on!"
Lifting my head for a second to look out the window, I see more flying saucers appear, their lights flying off and heading right for us! Soon, they almost become impossible to dodge! As my dad takes a sharp right, the rubbers burning off our tires, I see something not too far away.
"Dad," I scream, grabbing the corners of the seats and pulling myself up. "Mom! Look over there!"
Pointing to what looks like a small farmhouse only a few miles further up the road, my dad straightens the van and heads right for it. Still dodging the lights, I grab Josh and Ruby and pull them up.
"Look," I cry, pointing at the farmhouse. "Help! We can get help here! Help!"
Feeling a burst of joy after what seems like an eternity, we finally reach the farmhouse.
"Oh my god," my mom says as we pull up to the farmhouse.
The farmhouse is destroyed. Both the giant, red barn, and the house next to it we didn't see before are destroyed. All that remains are piles of simmering, black pieces of wood. What is worse than the burnt buildings are the two burnt corpses.
Laying on the ground, not too far from us, are two burnt corpses. Red and still sizzling, both of the bodies look as if they are trying to crawl away, one hand far out in front and the other near the head, one leg bends while the other behind.
Sickening by it all, feeling like I am going to throw up, I look at my family. Josh is covering his eyes. Ruby is crying. My mom is hyperventilating. My dad's hands drop to his sides. While looking at the burnt people, we forget about the flying saucers and their lights. Before we can do anything, the bright lights surround us, exploding seconds later.
Tristan Harlow:"Okay," Jacob yells. He hits the side of the Jeep and shoots me a thumb-up. "Try it now!"Nodding, I turn the key in the ignition. The Jeep's engine roars and thunders, and all the lights on the dashboard turns on. When they do, I see countless symbols, like "check engine" and "low fuel". I ignore all these symbols and look at Jacob."The car's on! Come on, come on, come on! Before it dies again!"Slamming the hood, Jacob quickly walks around the side. Nicholas opening the door for him, Jacob jumps in, and the second I hear his ass hit the seats, I stomp on the gas. The car shoots forward, and we all cheer as we drive to the abandoned bunker. However, while the kids are cheering, the car starts to slow."What the hell?" Rebecca asks, looking at me."No, no, no!"No matter how many times or how hard I stomp on the gas, the car won't speed up. It shakes and jumps before finally slowing to a complete stop
Tristan Harlow:I keep my eyes on the road ahead and my foot on the gas. Driving non-stop all day, we only stop at night to stay hidden from chimeras and infected. Finding a quiet place off the road, I turn off the engine, and the five of us huddle around while eating."How much longer until we reach this 'Mark Twig' guy's house," Bailey asks."It's Mark Twain," I answer, "And we're still about a week away.""A week," Nicholas repeats. "But my brother.""I'm fine," Jacob groans. He wipes bits of sweats from his forehead before poking at his food again. Rebecca, who is sitting in the front passenger seat beside me, also stops eating."Hey Jacob," she starts. "Do you need another rag?"Putting down her can of beans and spoon, Rebecca reaches behind her. She struggles to pull her backpack onto the seat for a few seconds. When she finally does it, she searches around before pulling out another small square of cloth.
Rebecca:Driving non-stop, breaking down and running over a bunch of dead trees, swerving across some rocks and signs, I keep going and going until, without even realizing it, I'm out of the forest and back on a broken asphalt road. Slowly taking my foot off the gas, the jeep slows to a stop. Looking ahead, seeing nothing but empty roads, rusty cars, and a red sky, I turn around and look at everyone."Is everyone okay," I ask. I look from right to left, starting with Drifter and going to Jacob."My brother is still bleeding," Nicholas answers. All eyes turn to Jacob. Jacob is sweating and shaking slightly. He's using one of his hands to cover the bullet wound Jim gave him. Despite all of this, Jacob smiles and gives us a shaking thumbs-up."Nicholas," Jacob moans. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Just glad to be out of there.""Mov,e kid," Drifter says. He pushes Nicholas and hovers over Jacob. Grabbing Jacob's hand, Drifter slowly
Tristan Harlow:"Get out of here," Marcus screams before swinging his hand. Looking right at me, I stop sneaking toward the soldiers and look closer at Marcus. He's holding up his hand, and I can see something small and silver hanging from his finger.Just as I realize the thing hanging from his finger is a pin, an explosive kicks me into the air and knocks me back. Screaming as I hit the ground, a loud ringing sound pierces my ears."Ahhh," I say, slamming my hands against my ears. "Fuck."Despite the ringing sound in my ears, the overwhelming headache, and the aching chest, I still push myself up."Marcus, what the...hell?"As I push myself up and look, I don't see Marcus anywhere. Instead, I see three dead soldiers lying on the ground near me."These are the three soldiers that surrounded Marcus," I think, "But where the hell is Marcus?"About to run to where I last saw him standing, I stop
Rebecca:"What the hell are you talking about," I ask. "Marcus, come on! Get over here.""How," Marcus asks. He lifts his camouflage shirt and shows me his bloody chest."Son of a bitch," I say, covering my mouth as I step back. Marcus's stab wound is worse than I expected. Even though it's wrapped, there is still blood flowing out of it. The area around the wound is black. Looking at Marcus, I finally notice him. He is barely standing straight. His body and face are drenched in sweat and he's as pale as a ghost.Biting his tongue as he pulls down his shirt, Marcus looks to the right."There," Marcus says, pointing at one of the bunker's walls. "That, over there, is the maintenance tunnel I mentioned earlier. 20 years ago, when the bunker was being built, the construction workers used it to move supplies and vehicles in and out of here. Afterward, the bunker was constructed and they sealed the entrance.""They sealed the ent
Marcus Fellow: "Get down," I yell, jumping over Rebecca and shielding us. A second later, gunfire destroys the wooden pallets, and wood chips are raining down on us. Staying on top of Rebecca, doing my best to protect her, I look behind when the wood chips stop raining. Pushing myself up, I look through the wooden pallets and see the soldier who was shooting at Rebecca dead on the floor. As I look at his dead body, I see his weapon, an assault rifle, lying beside him. "Rebecca," I shout, "There's an assault rifle! Grab it now!" Rebecca nods her head and hands me her double-barrel shotgun. "Cover me," Rebecca says. Running directly into the line of fire between the bunker people and the traitorous soldiers, I do my best to cover Rebecca. Runni
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