Suddenly her attackers came. She was unsure who they were. Vestarians, maybe, as the kid had said. They stepped out from behind the towers. There was as many of them as there were towers and they came towards her. Their footsteps crunched sand and rolled rocks, scattering echoes in every direction. To normal ears, it would be silence, but to hers, it was a parade commemorating her soon to be fight.?Her inevitable victory.Alex cleared her thoughts again. Didn't she want peace? Did she really want to fight a horde of surface people? No. At this moment, she wanted their blood, she lusted for it. She stood holding her breath, fighting to slow her heartbeat, and watched them come in slow motion.The auroras lit their faces in a green and purple glow. They wore white paint across their eyes. The moon glinted off their completely white eyes, ruined by sun damage. It was any wonder they could get around at all. Alex decided they must be using senses other than sight and sound to track her.
Jack jumped as the glass broke somewhere nearby. He shook his head and peered into the dark quarters. Eerie green and purple light glazed the surfaces of the small room. Shadows of things danced through the windows. He summoned a fireball to fill his hand. As soon as the light of it caught dirty paint smeared faces, Jack flew to his feet, flinching as his jeans rubbed at his raw groin. He threw the fireball at the broken window and into a man whose grimy paw was reaching into the car. The train rocked back and forth. Two more of the dirty fellows fell."What the hell is going on?" Jack shouted.From beyond the door to the cabin, Weylin responded in a meek voice, "Vestarians.""Get us moving!" He shouted, sending a line of fire out the window. A group of five Vestarians took the blow, catching fire and flailing like mad men. They screeched and howled, which only rallied the men around them who threw themselves upon the train."Almost there!" Weylin shouted from the cabin.The whole
A dank smell assaulted her nostrils. Rough hands set Alex down. Her boots sounded smooth against the hard stone. Every little movement sent sharp bolts of pain shooting up her leg. The men who deposited her seemed to shuffle off with grumbles as if they were being herded by a silent authority.Someone bent down close to her. Their toxic breath permeated the musty sack over her head. Alex leaned away,?but strong quick fingers grabbed a handful of her hair through the bag and forced her not to move. Stinging pain shot up from her arm as her jacket was pulled completely off. She felt exposed, as if naked and on display. Fingers squeezed her triceps and then cupped her breast. Alex tried to squirm away, but the other held her head steady. The hand squeezed her bleeding thigh and she cry out. She flung her weight forward to attack in a head butt. Hair ripped from her head where the captor held. The authority figure shoved her backwards into the captor and clout her across the face, sending
It was mid-morning by the time Jack reached the building. The Link practically screamed at him now, pulling him forward towards it. He?crouched down behind a crumbling concrete wall. Two painted men stood outside the front entrance of an old office building holding some pathetic looking stone-age weapons. The flash of ceiling tiles suddenly made sense. The Link was much stronger than he thought it would be.He checked his options. He could take out the two guards and go in the front door, but who knew what kind of security they had inside the building. They could be the last two Vestarians left or there could be a whole army housed in there. He could create a distraction and then run in from the front door or maybe a side door. The building was surrounded by a rusted and broken chain link fence. Most of the surrounding buildings were rubble. Most of the office building he was looking at was rubble. Or he could-Before Jack could get any further down his to-do list, two black vans rol
After about twenty minutes of wandering around the halls, he found a stairway down into an even lower level. Jack followed them quickly and then heard retching coming from behind him. Alex was trying to empty her already empty stomach. Must have been all the bouncing. He slowed his descent, trying to smooth his steps.Another maze of dark rooms covered the floor. No torches lit these walls. He tried to force his eyes to adjust, but just couldn't see anything. If someone was down here, he didn't want a flaming beacon of light letting them know where to shoot. He wouldn't be able to fight them off like this. With every step, Jack felt more drained, like he was stuck in a swamp. He wondered if this could be the Link working its magic to heal Alex. And if it was, maybe it would heal him in the process. It would be nice if he didn't feel so raw down there.The darkness resulted in various run-ins with the walls. Each time he heard a curt hiss as Alex's rear end touched the cold stone. Aft
Lexi called to her. Her voice echoed off dark cold walls as she ran. It seemed like her voice was getting further away. Alex ran through the maze, but only got more lost. A warm orange light appeared in her path, she was drawn to it. She fought the feeling, her need to find Lexi burned within, but she couldn't stop. She reached out and touched the fuzzy orange light. It was warm and comforting. Her surroundings became fuzzy. Her head drooped, she tried to stay awake, to visualize the place, but it faded and became dark.Alex woke from her dream. She was indeed warm and somewhat fuzzy, or at least itchy. The water that soaked her stunk of sulfur and felt grimy. Her knees were propped over something warm which seemed to continue up and to her left. She flexed her hands. The right one was stiff, but no longer crumpled and unusable like before... before what? What had happened? Where was she? She stubbornly kept her eyes closed. It was a little game that she liked to play; it forced her b
Alex's footsteps echoed off the concrete sides of the old cracked sewer walls. She kicked a small rock that skipped across the smooth stone floor along until it tumbled up the curved edges of the wall. She was still upset over the loss of her boots along with her handy crowbar, but at least she was still alive. Small sacrifices to get Lexi back. Any sacrifice would be enough, as long as she got her back. The starlight revealed their path as it lazily slunk through the clouds and lit the jagged path ahead.They'd been walking for five days now and their food was running low. She still felt gritty and reeked of sulfur. They hadn't found a decent amount of clean water to shower off within their long trek. All the water from these huge pipes had dried up long ago. Alex knew she was ripe, but Jack stunk so bad he was starting to draw vultures, which seemed one of the many things still alive on the surface. They circled high up in the moonlit sky, cawing their aching hunger. They spoke nast
They walked along in silence for the next hour as they traversed the waterways into the next rundown city. The white eyed vultures cawed at them, as they jumped across the broken ceiling of the cement pipes following after their prey. The curved edges of the channels crumbled under their talons, sending dust flying into the humid night air."One sec." Alex halted Jack with a hand and knelt down to the dirt. "Can you give us some light?" She grabbed a stick and poked at the dirt. "Before we go any further into the city, I want to show you the building plans."Jack lit a small fireball in the palm of his hand and squatted down beside her as she drew squares of buildings in the dust. "See here." Alex indicated a large circle to the left of the large square. "This is where we will enter. It's deep and flooded with water. There's an entrance below the water level. That's where you are going to make a huge fireball. The hatch opens outward, which is why no one watches it. The hatch is de