Far Book Novels & Stories

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

Six calls, all in the past half-hour, from a number she did not recognize, but whoever had called her left no voicemails. Intrigued, she called the unknown number back, and waited. “Hello?” a male’s voice answered after just one ring. “Karli? Is that you?” “Yes,” she said, confused. “Who’s this?” “Thank God. I’ve been trying to reach you,” the man said. “This is Tim Fresco, Jordan’s rig partner. He’s been hurt.” “Where is he?” she stammered as she grabbed clothes to put on. “Medical City, just off Matlock Road,” Tim told her.

Patrick giggled, “Thanks, grumpy, much appreciated.” The low-level zombies fell one by one, and Farrah watched it with relish. It’s not that she hadn’t seen someone use their ability. Dior would show her some demo from time to time, but because it’s been so long since she last left the base, she couldn’t help to be amazed. Jerald, the youngest in the second humvee, noticed her expression of amazement. “You looked entranced,” He said in a matter-of-fact voice. Seeing Farrah turn towards him, he added in a calm tone. “When’s the last time you left the base?”

“Sure. I’m all yours.” As we stepped outside, the sun was already high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the expansive farmland surrounding the house. The Carter family farm stretched out in every direction, with rows of crops and barns dotting the landscape. It was breathtaking in its simplicity, a stark contrast to the city life I’d left behind. “Fairbook’s not what you’re used to,” Richard said, glancing at me. “But it’s home.” I could see the affection in his eyes when he looked at the place.