Kyle West - Extinction

Makara, Samuel, Michael, and Julian had escaped the Gilgamesh crash site. At the same time, there were certain facts that couldnt be ignored.

While they had escaped, they were still very much in danger. They were in the Great Blight, far from water and help, and likely surrounded by Blighters. It would take days, if not weeks, for them to make it back to the Wasteland assuming they didnt die on the way. There was no way of knowing their destination, either.

One thing was certain, however without a spaceship, the Exodus was stranded in Bunker 84 with only two weeks of food left. And unless Augustus rescued them, they would eventually starve.

I couldnt see any solution other than what Augustus had proposed: to join forces with him. The Wanderer had said we needed to unite, but all the same, it was hard to imagine a world where the Empire, the Reapers, and the Angels worked together.

But, that was what had to happen if we were ever to beat the Radaskim.

Makara, at least, wouldnt stand for such an alliance, mostly because of the Reapers. Both she and Anna wanted Carin Black dead for his crimes. But what choice did we have? Askala was ready to wipe out humanity, and she wasnt going to stop with the Wasteland.

Despite discovering my four friends were alive, we were still in the custody of Emperor Augustus. Anna, Ashton, and I had each been locked in separate cabins. If there was a future alliance in the works, as Augustus had said, it wasnt off to a great start. The Emperors first item of business was probably going to Los Angeles to meet with Carin Black and the Reapers.

Augustus and Black held all the cards. I didnt know what Carin Black was like. All I knew was that he had destroyed both Makaras and Annas lives, not to mention Samuels, and countless others as well. Back in 2055, the powerful Reapers overthrew the weakening Lost Angels, killing their leader Raine, and forcing surviving members to flee into the Wasteland or face enslavement. Both Makara and Samuel had been forced to find new lives: Makara as a Raider, and Samuel as a scientist in Bunker 114. Annas settlement of Last Town had been assaulted by the Reapers earlier. When her father was killed in the fighting, she and her mother fled into the Wasteland, where theyd survived for years.

Whoever Carin Black was, he wasnt someone I wanted to work with. I wasnt even sure if he was even someone I wanted alive, and I definitely knew both Makara and Anna wanted him dead. Samuel had said little on the subject, but his feelings were probably much the same. At some point, Anna, Ashton, and I would have to meet the Warlord of the Reapers.

A change was coming. I didnt know what it was, but I felt it. It wasnt just with the Great Blight and Askala. It was with humanity.

Augustus had rescued us, but whose side was he really on? He talked of alliance and friendship, but it was difficult to believe him. Maybe he did want everyone working together. As Emperor of Nova Roma, he was probably used to getting people who didnt like each other on the same page.

I had a hard time figuring out the guy. In the end, though, Augustus was probably on his own side. His hope was probably to get both the Reapers and the Angels working for him. Assuming we defeated Askala, Augustus could take control of the Wasteland.

I had nothing but questions, questions that couldnt be answered until I was let out of my cabin. For now, Augustus thought victory was as simple as attacking the Voice and defeating it in open battle. We hadnt been able to tell him everything else wed learned, including my own role.

The only way to defeat Askala was infecting her with the Elekai version of the xenovirus, which was something only I could do.

According to the Wanderer, it would cost me my life. He had also said that we must unite. Maybe it was best to follow his advice, regardless of what anyone thought about it. Allying the Reapers, the Empire, and the Angels would be the most difficult thing wed done.

And none of us had any idea how to do it.

Did you hear that? Julian asked.

Makara opened her eyes. Hear what?

The Recon sat alone in a mountain valley coated with xenofungus, sheltered within a stand of xenotrees. The trees spindly limbs fell in a silvery cascade, obscuring the Recon from view. The fungus itself glowed in the night, milky and pink. Frail alien trees spiraled from the xenofungal bed, their hanging limbs and tufts and fronds spilling like silk onto the ground. Tall pink tubes rose from the fungus, their bell openings dripping slime that collected in sticky, shining pools. Alien chirps, clicks, and shrieks sounded from distant hills.

Is there something out there? Samuel asked.

What do you think it was, Julian? Makara asked.

Hard to believe, Julian said, but it sounded like a spaceship.

Outside, the xenolife chirped on.

No, it couldnt have been that, Michael said, now awake. You saw Aeneas fall.

Julian paused. Maybe it was nothing. I was just sleeping, and thought I heard it. I must have dreamt it.

Satisfied at this answer, everyone closed their eyes once again. Bunker 84 was far, but Samuel had estimated that the group could get there in a few more days. For some reason, Julian doubted that assessment.

Theyd be lucky to get there at all. Three days after Samuels estimate, and they had crossed over into Nevada. They had expected to find desert, but instead found more Blight. It had expanded farther than any of them would have thought.

Julian closed his eyes. Even though he was exhausted, he couldnt fall asleep. It was Samuels turn to be on watch, as Julian had done it last night, which meant sleep should have been coming easy. But he couldnt stop thinking about the others. Alex, Anna, Ashton all dead, crashed into the mountainside. They had driven by the wreckage of Aeneas first thing, before Gilgamesh itself had become a burning ruin. Aeneass hull was so disintegrated that it was impossible to explore the ship on foot, much less check for empty escape pods.

They had searched a full day throughout the valley, but it became clear that they couldnt search forever. It was far too cold and dangerous to go into the mountains out of the Blighted valley. Besides, a pod could have landed anywhere, and the Recon had very little in the way of emergency supplies supplies they couldnt stretch on a fruitless search. Already, they were rationing, eating half as much as they should.

In the end, Samuel had made the final decision. They were to return to Bunker 84 and try to save everyone there without spaceships. Assuming they actually made it to the Bunker, this would involve a journey south over mountains in the dead of winter. Assuming anyone made it, Samuel planned to offer the New Angels services to Augustus and Carin Black. Not a satisfying ending, but the only ending, nonetheless.

During their journey southwest, the Great Blight had been surprisingly empty of threats. Makara guessed that Askala was gathering her swarm in one place, for one final attackwhich had emptied much of the Great Blight. Perhaps they hadnt run into any crawlers, but that didnt mean they wouldnt at some point.

If, against all odds, they reached Bunker 84, then what? The New Angels would only freeze and starve in the mountains on the perilous journey south. Many would rather stay in the Bunker, even if there wasnt enough food to go around. By the time they reached Los Angeles on foot, the New Angels dead would probably outnumber the living. Their numbers would be too few to have leverage with Augustus or Black.

Maybe the number of Angels would be as few as zero.

Maybe