Kyle West - Origins

Samuel was dying.

We had left Bunker 114 and Cold Mountain behind hours ago and darkness cloaked the Wasteland. As we sped east toward Raider Bluff, I wondered if Bruxs parting shot meant our mission had failed before it even began.

Samuels eyes had remained closed for almost the entire journey. Wet blood soaked his right shoulder. The congealing agent had slowed the bleeding somewhat, but he wouldnt last for long. We had to find someone who could remove the bullet and stop the bleeding. If we couldnt, either Makara or I would have to do it.

The Recons bright blue lights pushed back the night, letting us see ahead in a wide arc. Thirty years of red dust covered most parts of the highway. We zoomed past decrepit buildings, ghost towns, and mangled road signs, the skeletal remains of Ragnarok.

Makara was speeding as fast as the heavy Recon would go about fifty-five miles per hour, the wheels churning to get us to our destination.

I just didnt know if it was fast enough.

When the highway turned south, a wide dark river became visible to our left, flowing south.

We hit the Colorado, Makara said.

It was more water than Id ever seen in my life. Id read about the Colorado River in the Bunker 108 archive. It had once been an important river in the Old World, but overuse had dried it up. Now the river was wide so wide, in fact, that I couldnt see the other side in the darkness. Above the river on the opposite bank, high up, rose Raider Bluff. The citys yellow lights glowed dimly with distance, almost unmoving even with the Recons speed.

At last, the road turned left, toward the river. A bridge of tall arches spanned the water.

Silver Arched Bridge, Makara said. The only crossing for miles.

The giant rungs of the arch stretched from shore to shore with the road running straight underneath. The road itself was almost even with the river maybe just ten feet above it. The pressure from the current must have been enormous. Two Raiders with rifles guarded the bridges front.

Let me do the talking, Makara said.

We pulled up, and Makara rolled down her window.

A hard-faced, grizzled man peered inside. His eyes widened as he saw who was driving.

Makara?

Chris, step aside. I have a wounded man in here who will die without medical attention.

What? Chris asked. He shined the flashlight inside the Recon, pointing the beam at Makara, Samuel, and then me. What happened? Wheres Brux? Twitch? Tyson?

All dead. Let me through, and I dont have time for these questions!

What happened?

Gunshot wound, Makara said. Now step aside unless you want me to run you over!

Not so fast, he said. Im not putting my ass on the line until you answer some questions. First, who is this? he asked, pointing at me.

Look, Chris, Makara said, Just give me clearance to Char or Ill have him wipe the floor with you. I promise, your not listening to me is more dangerous than this sixteen-year-old kid and a man dying from a gunshot wound.

Chris sighed, his gaze doing its best to match up with Makaras. But after a moment, he turned away and raised his radio to his mouth.

Makaras back. Im sending her up. Have the gates ready, over.

Copy that, over, the voice said from the other end.

Welcome home, Makara, Chris said sarcastically. Youre clear. I hope you have a better story for Char than you do for me.

I dont need a story, Chris. Makara said. I need a doctor.

Makara was about to gun the accelerator when Chris grabbed her shoulder.

What? she asked, shrugging off his grasp.

Be careful up there. Things have changed. An emissary from the Empire is in Bluff, talking with Char.

The Empire? Makara asked. What the hell is the Empire?

Chris frowned. You were gone longer than I thought. Theyre based in Old Mexico. Theyre big, powerful tens of thousands of people. He paused. The emissarys name is Rex. Just dont get on his bad side. I know you can be mouthy.

Makara shook her head. Ill say what I want, when I want, Chris. Is that it?

Yeah. You should head on. Just watch your back.

Makara didnt waste any more words on him. When Chris stepped aside, Makara floored the Recon, rocketing it into the night.

The Empire, I said. That sounds sinister.

Ive never heard of it before, Makara said. Gone a few months, and this is what happens. The game always changes every time I come back. Thats nothing new, though.

Despite those words, I saw the worry in her eyes.

Its hard to imagine war at a time like this, I said. The world is being taken over by the xenovirus. Leave it to humanity to take itself out first.

Makara sighed. All the more reason to patch my brother up quickly and be on our way. We have a mission to finish.

I looked at Samuel. He was out again. Hopefully, it wasnt for good this time.

Just a few minutes, Sam, Makara said. Hang on.

We drove up what seemed an endless series of switchbacks before the land leveled and placed us before the wooden gates of Raider Bluff. These things were huge, probably three stories high. They made the gates of Oasis look like toys in comparison. A giant wooden palisade surrounded all sides of the town, maybe twenty feet high, as if the sheer cliffs werent enough. It must have taken an eternity to build. I wondered where they found the labor, until I realized Raiders were notorious for employing slaves.

At various points in the perimeter, large watchtowers rose. I had no idea where they had gotten the lumber to build these walls. Trees were growing somewhere, apparently, if not here. It was a testament to the citadels wealth and power.

The gates drew back, sliding into the walls on either side. Thick chains rigged to pulleys moved the massive fortifications. Even though I was about to enter the biggest den of thieves in all the world, I couldnt help but be impressed.

Makara drove down the main drag. Wooden buildings and saloons lined either side of the dirt road. It was like entering an Old West town on steroids. Signs swung above the open doors liquor, girls, and guns seemed to be the establishments main themes. Raiders dressed in dingy apparel flanked both sides of the road, making way for us as we came in. From their widened eyes, it was clear that none of them had seen a Recon before.

The Raiders tried to get the Recon to stop but Makara honked the horn and sped up when they got too close.

Theyre not going to hurt us, she said. They just want to check out the ride.

Outside, I could hear them yelling her name.

You seem to be pretty popular around here, I said.

Theyre all idiots, Makara said.

The road wound its way around the mesa. I saw we were not even close to the top. There were three levels, and buildings rose from all of them. The bottom, which we were on, was the largest. It seemed to contain all the places of business, the wide outdoor markets, the bars, pretty much anywhere you could buy something.

Were heading to the Alphas Compound, Makara said. Its where Char lives. Its at the very top of Bluff and exclusive. No one will bother us, and thats where the clinic is. Char, in addition to being the Alpha, is also good at stitching a wound. Hopefully this isnt beyond his expertise.

Char was the one you raided with, right?

Makara nodded. Probably the only decent person who lives here. Its weird for a decent man to lead a bunch of scum. Its a wonder hes still alive.

We entered the second level. We were halfway up the bluff. On either side were well-constructed wooden cabins.

Makara pointed out a small building we drove by. A sign overhung the door, reading The Bounty.

Thats the Bounty, Makara said. Its a bar run by my friend Lisa. Ive spent many-a-night there.