All Chapters of The Pack's Emissary: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Havermouth, Present TimeSigrid trailed her hands along the walls as she drifted her way out of the hospital. Every now and again, she would touch something, and she would catch a moment of past violence from when the Van Helsings had occupied the hospital.“Zombies and Van Helsings,” she complained to Tom who followed directly behind her, so close that he almost trod upon her heels, his hands on her waist as if he did not trust her to walk in a straight line without falling. “Useless. I need to see the future and not the past.”“Don’t even think about it,” Greg told her as they stepped out into the car park.“Mmm,” she grimaced at him but did not push the subject as just then, her hand brushed over the top of a bollard and she saw the field of white tents that had been there with the Van Helsings. “Past,” she dismissed the vision irritably. “I need to see the future.”“You can keep complaining about it,” Tom said slightly smugly. “But we don’t control your power, nor you, apparently.

Havermouth, Present TimeInside the warehouse had undergone extensive renovation, with the removal of the majority of the shelving units the space was vacuous, echoing, and intimidatingly large. To the rear, the remaining shelving units were being arranged to frame in a smaller area for sleeping screened for privacy by stacked cardboard boxes.“Isn't it interesting that the things that were left behind, considered valueless to people at the moment, are the same things that had the highest price tags and that people dreamed about owning before?” Stella watched Sigrid’s face as she looked around the warehouse. “The TVs, the computers, the expensive headphones, tablets, printers. The fancy kitchen appliances and smart home systems. They're all still here, untouched, whilst the cheaper things, the cans of soup and veg, the socks, the sanitary napkins and band-aids - they're all gone. Now the curved screen TVs are more valued for the cardboard boxes they're packed in than the device itself.

Trayrock, Present TimeThey were not the only people who realized that the roads were blocked with cars, and that the only way out was on foot. The 4WD shook with the press of bodies around them as the people of Trayrock abandoned their cars and ran. Twice Aislen saw Heath struggle to open the door, the desperate people on the other side shoving it closed so as not to be slowed by it. Finally, Heath forced the door open knocking someone over, and stepped out, dragging a startled Phillip Salem out with him.The roof pinged with items falling from above as there was another explosion from the city spraying debris like rain. The sky was so thick with smoke that it was as if night had fallen early. The streetlights tried to light but flickered under the power surges caused by the buildings collapsing.Aislen looked at the child she held. Boy, she decided mostly by the length of the lush dark curls and the train on the t-shirt, but she didn’t want to assume. She pulled back the collar of i

Downstream from Havermouth, Present TimeTheir little party set up camp just down the river from Havermouth, not far, in Lyric’s judgement, from the Edison’s farm. She stood just outside the little dome that she and Niarthen would sleep in that night and searched the trees for distant lights in the direction that she guessed the farm would be.“Mia Persuma Inillium?” Niarthen came up behind her and put his arms around her. She wondered if he’d been visiting Sapphire again. She had not seen him go, distracted by the business of setting up the camp for the night. It happened occasionally that they would be separated, and normally it did not bother her – she knew that he would find her, or she him. But now, his disappearance held more significance.She hated Sapphire with a passion that was entirely unfounded, based on nothing more than instinct and a sketch.“You look deep in thought. Are you troubled over earlier?” Niarthen asked, oblivious to her thoughts.The decimation of Trayrock,

Trayrock, Present TimeThe sounds of war never changed Samuel thought as he took to the sky. There was always that break between the peaceful before and the roar of noise that announced the arrival of battle. Screams from below chased him as he sought that balance of height and vision. He kept one eye on Ember whose flaming wings and hair made her a target whereas, against the rising smoke that bit at the back of his throat and stung his eyes, he disappeared.Below, he watched as the Emissary and her mates divided between two vehicles, the drivers heading towards the bridge, the path slowed by the panicked flight onto the streets by the civilians of Trayrock.“We should have carried the Emissary,” Ember was unhappy with the situation. She had to yell over the screams below and the sounds of the battle. The approaching army’s heavy artillery had already struck several buildings – targeting points in order to drive the people of the town towards the approaching army, herding them like s