Lycan Fallout: Rise Of The Werewolf
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Authors: Mark Tufo
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Dedications -
To my wife - there’s a reason that word rhymes with life. I’m a better man with you at my side and I thank the fates we met.
To my beta’s who selflessly donated hours of their time to help me improve this story, I cannot thank you enough for your time, proof-reading and suggestions.
Joy Buchanan
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To my fans and readers, I cherish each and every one of you.
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1 - Mike Journal Entry One
Chapter 2 - Mike Journal Entry Two
Chapter 3 - Mike Journal Entry Three
Chapter 5 - Mike Journal Entry Four
Chapter 6 - Mike Journal Entry Five
Chapter 7 - Xavier and the Zombie - Winter 2010
Chapter 8 - Mike Journal Entry Six
Chapter 11 - Mike Journal Entry Seven
Chapter 13 - Mike Journal Entry Eight
Chapter 14 - Mike Journal Entry Nine
Chapter 16 - Mike Journal Entry Ten
Chapter 17 - Mike Journal Entry Eleven
Chapter 18 - Mike Journal Entry Twelve
Chapter 19 - Mike Journal Entry Thirteen
Chapter 21 - Mike Journal Entry Fourteen
Epilogue - The Story of Tommy/Tomas
Hello dear reader, as always thank you for your support. I hope you take a few moments to read this as it will answer a few questions you may have in regards to this story. For those of you that are familiar with my writings and the many alternate realities of Michael Talbot, this is NOT a continuation of Zombie Fallout, HOWEVER, it is on the same timeline (that’ll make much more sense once you start reading). For those of you who may not know me and this is your first foray into my works, first off welcome aboard, secondly you will not need to read anything beforehand, this is a standalone book. As you are reading this tome you may be wondering what happened to some of your beloved characters from the aforementioned series. The good news on that front isa sta I will be releasing Zombie Fallout 7 in October of 2013. Again thank you and it is my sincerest hope that you enjoy this book. As always Henry says HI (and wants to know where his cookie is).
PROLOGUE
Fuck zombies, they’re not the enemy. Death is.
I sat in the basement of my brother’s dilapidated house surrounded by my loved ones. Beams creaked as the accumulated weight of time
dragged them down. Dust encased the entire room in a heavy protective coating. Rats had long since vacated the property after they had robbed it of anything worthy of their time.
The large armchair I sat in fully enveloped me in its cold embrace. I fingered the lid on the urn I had sitting in the chair next to me. The name ‘Tracy Talbot’ carefully etched by my own hand on a small bronze plate in the front.
“I miss you most of all,” I said to the indifferent pile of ashes.
I was alive, partly. The most unworthy of them all,
and yet I still roamed the earth. Much like Longinus I begged to shed my immortality. When I was a youth, I heard the stories of the Roman soldier who had pierced Jesus’ side and was now cursed to roam the earth indefinitely; I always wondered what he was bitching about. He had been given the gift of immortality, what more could he ask for? I received that answer when my last family member perished.
Maybe I could find him; we could hang out together and play Canasta. It’s been over a hundred and fifty years since the zombie apocalypse started. Man teetered on the edge of extinction for decades. I’d like to think that, in some small way, I tipped the scales, there were so many heroic deeds done back then to give man a second chance. Were we worthy? My initial cynical guess would be no, but I’m a lonely asshole so who knows.
It had really only been in the last ten years that men, women, and children began to dribble out of their bunkers and hidey-holes. Apparently, we have an inherent need for community. Didn’t understand that philosophy when I was a regular man, and it sure doesn’t strike a chord now that I was half of one. The year for anyone marking time like me, was 2167. There were no hover cars that had been promised in my youth, no traveling to the stars, no deep-sea cities, none of that science fiction bullshit. The world was mostly gas lamps and some intermittent power when some industrious people began to relearn lost technologies.
It wouldn’t be too long before some idiot rediscovered television. I placed my hands over my face as I sobbed. I was thinking of when I had played the Wii with my son; now nearly a hundred years later, he had been reduced to the basic vestiges. What I wouldn’t do for an odiferous whiffing of my Henry, my steadfast English Bulldog who had lived far longer than he should have. They were all gone, every last bloody one of them. Each day I sat here longing for just one more moment to share with them. Their laughs
. Their cries. Their exciuldtement and merriment. The good, the bad…any of it, all of it. Life is fleeting, even more so to those of us who live forever.
At some point
, the night had yielded its darkness over the planet, not my heart though, that stayed as black as pitch. I watched as the shadows of trees traveled along the back of my brother’s yard. I heard footfalls approaching. I couldn’t even muster enough energy to care, I could only hope it was the local townspeople come to off my head. I didn’t know to what abyss I would be relegated, but I was convinced it couldn’t be any worse than the one unto which I was now assigned.
“Mr. T, you in there?”
I hadn’t moved much since I had pulled the last living relative off of their funeral pyre, and my guest knew that. He came every year or so to bring me some food and, I guess, just see how I was doing. Maybe even partly to adjudicate his guilt, considering it was him that put me in this state. It had, ultimately, been my choice and it did save my family if even only temporarily.
“Where else would I be, Tommy?” I replied.
“There’s a whole new world out there, Mr. T. Why don’t you come out and we’ll travel.”
“Did you bring me my food?” I grumbled.
He sidestepped around some new debris. “She’s tied up out front like always,” he said, looking around. Tommy knelt to pay his respects to those around me before standing again. “This place is going to come down soon.” He placed his hand against one of the supports.
“Good, maybe it’ll pierce my heart.”
“That won’t return your soul,” he said solemnly.
I stood abruptly, shaking in rage. “My soul? No
, that’s gone forever. Tommy, you of all people should know that!” He turned away. “All that I ever loved, all that ever mattered to me is gone. And yet, here I am! A derelict of a man…no soul, no purpose, no hope!” I shouted as I sat down heavily.
“I’ll see you next year,” he said as he walked out.
I did not acknowledge him as he left. I can’t even remember the last time I had. Hunger gnawed at my stomach as I watched the light be chased away. I ventured forth from a huge hole in the wall. It was fall, and the night air should have felt cold and crisp upon my exposed arms, but they were as numb as my spirit. I walked to the front; where a large dairy cow was tied to a tree I couldn’t recall from previous years. The cow had been chewing on a stack of hay that had been left with it.
It looked up at me and its eyes widened as it watched me approach; it began to back up and pull against the rope that had it tethered in place. It began to moo in full-on panic mode. I never had been one to play with my food as I savagely ripped into its neck with my teeth. I drank heavily and deeply of its rich iron-laced blood. My eyelids drooped down as I savored every moment. The cow
, at first, was trumpeting in panic but calmed as I took more and more of its life from it, one liquefied morsel at a time.
