Tristan 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.
As we soon started to call them, the chimeras came too fast, too unexpected, and too strong. Barely having time for a counterattack, their attacks spread all over the Earth. Appearing all over, some in cities, some in the counties, and a few even in the middle of the ocean, they move fast and within only a few months, entire nations are reduced to nothing more than burning trash. The chimeras' invasion was fierce. With their spacecraft and advanced weapons, no military in the world stood a chance. Hardly any rest or supply, soldiers were slaughtered like pigs, and very soon, the air itself became a weapon. The chimeras' spacecraft leaking some sort of poison into the air, the people and even the animals that breathe it in were horribly mutated, turning into monsters that attack anything and everything they see. What few of us survived both the invasion and the poisonous air had no other choice but to flee into underground bunkers. Located in onl
Tristan Harlow: Shaking my blood from my hand, I look at Rebecca. "Deals like the one I've just offered you are about as rare as an apple these days," Rebecca says, letting down her fist. "Come on, drifter. You're planning to get out of here soon, right? Well, can't you use one last payday before you go? One massive payday? With all the ration cards you got coming, you can buy whatever the hell you'll need and want; foods, water, gas filters, bullets, new guns. The list goes on and on." "A lot like this," I say, crossing my arms. "Fine! I'll go on your damn suicide mission! A smile growing across Rebecca's face, she nudges her head and begins walking. Following behind her, she fills me in on some missing details. "The warehouse is in Zone 10, so we'll have to go through a few checkpoints to reach it. Still got that fake ID I got you on day one?" "Right here," I reply, pulling the ID from my pocket. "Tristan Harlow, res
Tristan:Falling on something cold, wet, and slimey, I can't see anything past the dark sewer water as it begins to carry me away! Lunging at anything I could, I manage to grab something within reach and use it to pull myself up!Coughing into my hand, I wipe my eyes before looking around. Luckily, the rushing water didn't carry me far, only about six feet from where Rebecca is."You okay drifter," she yells from all the way up there."Fine," I yell back, wiping away some more water. "Just fine! Should've just left when I had the chance."Finding some better footing, I climb my way back up and to Rebecca."You stink of dog water," Rebecca jokes when I finally reach her."Yeah fuck you too. Just get inside before I go back for a swim."Climbing into the narrow sewer line, we once again crouch walk for a while, my legs growing tired with each step until finally, Rebecca stops and points upward. Looking up, I see
Tristan: "Fuck you," I say after the same rebel that saved me from Rex pushes me into a small, black room. The rusty metal door closing and locking behind me, I look around for a little bit. "This is an empty room," I say, seeing only four stone walls and a small ass chair under a hanging light. Shaking my head, I turn around and start banging my fists against the door. "Hey," I scream, "Hey! What the hell am I doing here! Why am I even here! Let me out! Let me out now!" Switching from banging with my fists to kicking, I stomp my whole foot against the door. "Let me out," I yell over and over. "Let me out of here now!" Stomping on it for what felt like the hundredth time, it opens suddenly, and before I can do anything, someone hit me with something. Screaming and falling back, I look up to see a tall man with dirty-yellow hair and a yellow and red jacket on. Beside him are two others rebels, all three of them armed wi
Tristan: "You have to be fucking kidding me," I say, staring at the little kid. "Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? You want us to escort some little brat to the next state over? No! Fuck that." "Hey screw you," the kid yells. "And by the way, I don't want to go with either of you two. I'm staying here with Martin." "Bailey," Martin says, turning and getting on a knee. "We talked about this. You need to go with these two. Being with me, with any Rebels, is too dangerous nowadays. The military is hunting us down. We lost two bases in the last months and far too many friends and families. That is why I have hired these two. They are the best at surviving on the outside." Bailey: I look at the two, the two "best at surviving on the outside".
Tristan: The outside is the same as I remember it. The sky is dark-red, with massive black clouds. Hiding behind the clouds is the sun, though it's hardly much more than just a pale yellow circle. Looking around, I see nothing more than miles and miles of a barren wasteland, litter with signs of what the planet used to be like. There are rusted cars everywhere, anything even remotely useful taken long ago. Fallen logs and twigs cover most of the bare dirt. The roads themselves can hardly be called roads anymore such most of them are gone, leaving giant gaps. "This is the outside," the package asks, shielding her eyes as she looks at the sky. "Where's the sun?" "It's behind the clouds of poison," I say, pulling Rebecca up and out before putting the sewer cover back.
Tristan Fenway Park is a massive stadium, a combination of old-fashioned brick walls with rusted, green beams. As Rebecca, the package, and I make our way toward the entrance, I can't help but notice all the abandoned military vehicles and knocked-over fences everywhere. "You said this was a shelter before," the package asks, examining a run-down, rusted military truck. The wheels are flat and decay, the windows are all broken and shattered, and the tarp that covered the back is ripped and torn. "Yeah," Rebecca replies. "The first few years when the chimera invasion started, the military told us to gather here. We grabbed whatever we could and carried it here." Stepping over a metal fence, we reach the entrance and walk past some booths. Careful not to make too much noise as we walk through a maze of long, dark, empty hallways, Rebecca and my lighter being our only guide, we eventually reach the seating area, and beyond that, the fiel
Tristan: "Come on," I cry, shaking my gun all over and firing. "Come on. Come on!" Shooting another bullet, this bullet hit the infected woman in the back, stunning her and giving me the opportunity I need. Pushing the infected off of me, I shoot it in the head, killing it, before facing the hoard. "Damn it!" I slam my free hand on the bottom of my pistol and start firing every bullet I have left in this pistol into the hoard. Killing a bunch of the infected and hurting a few more, I stop when I start to hear clicking sounds instead of gunfire. "Empty." Despite all the infected I killed, there are still too many to fight head-on. Tossing my gun and hitting an infected right in the head, I then turn around and start to run again. Running through the maze of tents, picking whichever direction I think is best, I finally reach what looks like the spot where I split from Rebecca and Bailey. "Home base," I tell mysel
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
Rebecca: I scream as I crouch down and cover my head. "Fuuuccckk," I yell as the soldiers keep shooting at us. They keep Marcus and I pinned down, not giving us a chance to fire back. Among all the gunshots, I can still hear footsteps quickly approaching. "They're advancing," I think, crouching down even further when a piece of the wall comes off and almost hits me. Still hiding behind the wall, I stick out my hand and blind fire. I fire two shots and then pull back my hand. "I'm not even sure if I hit anyone but at the very least, I stop them a little." I look down at the handgun. "I can't waste shots. I only have half a clip left." Listening to the footsteps as they keep advancing, I look at Marcus who had his back slammed against the wall. He keeps trying to fire back but is always forced back into hiding. "Marcus," I yell, cupping my mouth. "Marcus!" Marcus looks at me and I point at the two of us before swinging my hand. Marcus stares at me for a few seconds before finall
Jacob: I scream as I pull back my head. My cry echoes throughout the bunker as I look down and see myself bleeding. "Ahhh," I yell. I slam my hands on the bullet wound and push down. I stop screaming and bite down on my lips as I try to endure the pain. While enduring the pain, I look up and see the barrel of a handgun pointed right at me. "Why were you trying to steal food," Jim yells. I try to answer him but when I open my mouth, all that comes out are screams. Jim shakes his head as he shoots in the leg. I scream even louder as blood pours out from my leg. "Why were you trying to steal food," Jim yells again. He aims his handgun at my head. I can't answer him. I want to answer Jim but I can't. It hurts too much. My body is on fire. Everything burns, and all I can do is shake uncontrollably. "Come on," Jim says, waving his gun in front of me. "Say something! Why were you trying to steal food?" I look around a
Marcus Fellow: Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I then shake my hand clean. From high up, I keep a close watch on the soldiers guarding the motor pool. Looking at the old commander's building, I smile and nod my head when the bunker's bell rings. "Midnight," I say. "Finally." Inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, I prepare myself and push myself up. Biting my lower lip as my waist burns, I fight through it and walk toward the others. "Hey," I say, lightly kicking Rebecca on her leg. "Hey!" "What," Rebecca says, her eyes snapping open. "It's time," I answer. "Wake up the kids." Rebecca rubs her eyes and cracks her neck before getting up. She walks over to where Nicholas and Bailey are and lightly shakes them awake. "Hey, kid," Rebecca says as she shakes Bailey. Not responding at first, Bailey slowly opens her eyes. She moans as she places some fingers on the bandage around her head. "
Marcus Fellow: Pushing Rebecca and Bailey into the empty apartment room as fast as I can, I turn around and slam the door shut. Grabbing a nearby plank, I place it underneath the doorknob. "Marcus," Rebecca says as soon as I turn around. "What the hell happened here? I mean, we weren't gone for that long! A few hours at most!" "Yeah, well," I say, putting my handgun in my back pocket. "A lot happened in those few hour--" As I walk toward the kitchen, a sharp pain kicks me to my knees. I cry out and slam my hands over my stomach as I drop down. "Marcus," Rebecca yells. She runs to me and helps me back onto my feet. As she helps me up, she must have noticed the bloody bandage around my stomach. "Okay seriously," she says, lifting my shirt up to see the bandage. "What the hell happened here?" "It's that damn soldier's fault," I answer. Taking in many deep breaths, I limp over to an old, rusty table and chair in th
Tristan: As the soldiers open fire on me, I keep running while keeping my head low. "Crap, crap, crap," I shout as I run for my life. Having to jump left and right as bullets hit the ground and throw dirt into my face, I reach the city and turn a corner. Crouching down as the soldiers keep shooting, I cover my head. "Ahhhh," I scream, squeezing my head in between my hands. As the gunfire dies down, I look around the corner and see the soldiers all reloading. They switch the empty magazine for another magazine and run toward me. "Crap," I shout again as I look around. In what looks like a small neighborhood with makeshift houses, I turn around and see myself against a small house, not even half my height, made from sheet metal and broken wooden posts. I look through a nearby window and see
Tristan: As I slowly push the manhole cover up, I look out and scan the surrounding area with my pistol. Thankfully, I don't see any more infected wolves. "It's clear," I say, looking down at Rebecca. Rebecca nods her head and I push the cover off entirely. Throwing it to the side, I climb out first before turning around to help Rebecca up. Wiping her sweaty forehead after climbing out of the damn hole in the ground, Rebecca looks around and sees a very familiar forest with red smoke everywhere. "I can't believe I'm going to say this," Rebecca starts, "But I've missed this place." "You know what? So have I." I take a few seconds to enjoy the peace and forget about the damn sound of howling and gr