Only The Living (Lost Survival Series Book 1)

BOOK: Only The Living (Lost Survival Series Book 1)
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This novel is dedicated to Brendan, Richard and Dalton, among countless others without whom this series would have died a long time ago. And not in a cool zombie way, either.

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Copyright
© 2016, by David Tyne. All Rights Reserved.

 

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or entities, living or dead, is completely coincidental. This work may not be reproduced or distributed without the author’s explicitly-written consent.

 

Only The Living

 

 
1
|
Moment

 

Some men live each day like there's no tomorrow. Others hold onto their lives with both hands, fearing the slightest risk will put an end to them. Before it all started, I was the latter of the two — now, I'm not so sure that I fit anywhere on that scale.

Every morning is a different battle, every night the same struggle. We are forced to live with what we have done in the hours between, scrutinize those choices in the twilight hours and pray that the daylight doesn't illuminate our true, grotesque selves. Yes, life is a battle... and I'm afraid I have lost.

----

As I scanned my bright-orange ticket through the turnstile, my mind jumped from one thought to another like an overexcited toddler. Not for much longer... That day marked my transformation, from a clueless child into a man. For the very first time, my destiny was mine to control.

It was a university interview in the big city, after all. Having studied mechanical engineering since shop class in high school, I was psyched to have gotten this far in the application process.

Out of all the people in Scotland who wanted to do this course, the university in Edinburgh chose me — nothing had been decided yet, but I was feeling cautiously optimistic.

Passing through the train station, my glazed eyes lit up as hundreds of suits buzzed around the entrance, going about their busy lives. There was something so modern and exciting about the city centre; it felt like a whole other planet, compared to the dreary suburbs of Danderhall.

My smartphone lit up as the alarm vibrated a merry tune. Just in case I’d fallen asleep on the train, I set myself multiple reminders that my interview was in twenty-five, twenty, now fifteen minutes.

Postponing my compulsive need to spin around and gawk at the local sights, I plunged myself head-first into the sea of tall people and towards the biggest interview of my life.

As the yuppies yelled blindly into their bluetooth earpieces, I attempted to navigate past every single pedestrian that the rush-hour Waverley bridge could fire at me. It became something of a challenge, pretending each obnoxious pusher was a stray bullet trying to hold me back from success.
Not today,
I smirked.

After what felt like hours of wandering aimlessly, I finally checked my phone’s map and found the correct campus building. Not wanting to keep anyone waiting, I bolted past the bulky elevator and climbed up the isolated staircase.

"Floor 2, Room 203. Floor 2, Room 203..." I repeated to myself. Still murmuring as I hugged the wall of the second-floor corridor, I barely even realised as I burst through the door labelled 203.

About a dozen heads whipped around to observe me, the strangely-sweaty teenager, desperately panting for breath during their interview. After a split second of public humiliation, I closed the door sharply and my legs wobbled feebly to the nearest chair. I tried to act cool and sit down without wheezing, but after the marathon or two I'd just put myself through, I was a little worse for wear.

An elderly man, who could’ve been the janitor judging from his apparel, stood by a yellow cart in front of the largest window. Slowly polishing the glass to sparkling perfection from the inside, he was perhaps the only non-student in the entire room.
No interviewers yet,
I noted.

The lights were off, but our meeting place was naturally illuminated via an entire wall made of thick glass, letting the city below pour in with a cold, almost synthetic glare. The rest of the students sat around a conference table, nervously fidgeting in a stewed silence. I figured that the trepidation was already getting to us all.

The door opened once more, and a pint-sized guy with brown-matted hair slowly poked his head through the gap. Anxiously waddling his way in, he cleared his throat as though he was about to make an official announcement.

"U-Um... I talked to one of the lecturers, and... Our interviewer called in sick an hour ago, so, er... They say that we should wait. For a substitute to show up."

His face flushed red and he sat down immediately, right beside me. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that he was quite similar in appearance to myself; except for the fact that my hair was a darker shade of brown, and I stood almost half a foot taller.

Thinking that we had some time to kill, and that it couldn't hurt to start making friends early, I extended my sweaty palm. "Hey, I'm Daniel. I'm applying here too."

He stared at my germ-ridden hand for a brief moment, almost deciding whether or not it was worth the effort to introduce himself. After a hard swallow, he opted to shake it.

"I-I'm Ian. Hi." He didn't seem very outgoing, judging from the way he snapped back into his stiff posture and threw his attention outside the window. I imagined his type would have trouble speaking to the other applicants, but it didn't bother me.

I could empathise with starting over somewhere new, especially in a place where we didn't know anybody. Cracking my knuckles idly, I attempted to make some more small talk with him.

"You excited about the interview? Kinda sucks that we've gotta wait for some other lecturer to show up..."

He smiled feebly, and returned his face to a more solemn expression. My mind raced to pick up the conversational ball, but he’d already stomped it into a flat mush.

That was when I gave up, letting the fourteen-or-so of us fall back into hating ourselves for the next ten minutes or so... Then we all heard it. I don't think I've witnessed a more distressing sound in my entire life. It kept me awake, for many days to come.

Her voice felt shrill, infused with an indescribable level of fear, hysteria and distress... A pitch so high, it sent everyone into an immediate state of alarm. I was unsure of it then, but that scream was what signalled the end of everything.

That everyone we had ever known or loved was probably dead.

2 | Outbreak

 

Looks of confusion ricocheted off of every student’s face as we jolted to our feet. “W-What was that?” Ian stuttered. We'd definitely all heard it, unmistakably a woman crying out in terror. It was more than that, though. It had a dark finality, like she was just about to…

Another boy turned around to face the window. “I-I think it came from outside. Probably an accident or so—”

The sentence was cut off by an almighty crash, piercing my ears with such intensity that I had no choice but to cover them and pull my head downwards. When I plucked up the nerve to look up again, everyone had abandoned the desk and had their faces glued to the enormous glass wall.

Each expression told a different story of what they were seeing, the horrors that were separated only by a few inches of glass. One after another, their throats closed to silence their surfacing emotions.

The janitor, mumbling to himself in a foreign language, had tears streaming down his cheek. My mind fumbled over what could possibly have happened.
A terrorist attack? Here? Maybe someone has—

Once again, the thought was interrupted when an explosion from a nearby rooftop shot fiery debris directly through the window, shattering the pane with ease. The glass rained over us and blanketed the floor, narrowly slicing the students who pressed themselves up against it.

The hunk of flaming metal fused itself into place on top of the conference table... The safest place where we sat only moments ago, was now a blistering centrepiece to our ruined futures.

“What the fuck is this?!” One girl screamed at the rest of us, clutching her cheek tightly as the blood gushed down her ripped shirt.

Receiving no answer, she pushed me aside and rushed out of the door, probably looking for medical aid. I was too stunned to move, much less offer her any help.

As the corridor was briefly exposed to us, the sheer number of students shoving and kicking each other to get through the stairway was unreal. The rest of the applicants followed the bleeding girl in an attempt to escape, but I stood fixed in place.

“What... is this?” I said aloud. Walking slowly towards where the window used to be, the blazing heat of the breeze hit me directly in the face. The conference room was cracked open to the outside world... Not that it was still the dream city it had been twenty minutes ago.

Edinburgh was burning. Wrecked cars melted into each other on the Waverley Bridge, some exploding as they sent others into a chain reaction. Bystanders ran through the streets as they shrieked at one another, while others lay on the ground. Dead. People were... dying.

I took a step back from the grotesque landscape, and clasped my hand over my mouth. It wasn't an easy sight to look at. I couldn't help but wonder, what kind of attack could utterly decimate the area in such a short amount of time?

Backing away further, I almost tripped over on the heels of someone sitting crouched under the table. It was Ian, paralysed with shock — his eyes were transfixed on the widespread fires, the collapsing rubble, the corpses. The embers on the conference table began to merge with the black smoke pouring in through the window, creating a vortex of swirling ash.

“It’s Ian, isn't it? You’re fine... I can't— We can't stay here. Oh, God…!!” I stopped to cough my lungs up. Neither of us could inhale this heated mixture for much longer. “This building’s coming down, man. You need to climb out of there, and come down to the ground level. Okay?”

He didn't respond.

After much babysitting, I finally got Ian into an upright position. Inch by crawling inch, his quivering arms managed to pull himself out from under the table.

He seemed to follow my lead after that, as though I had an actual clue of where to go next… I knew nothing, except that I couldn’t be alone in this damn city. Together, we quietly left the conference room.

The second floor had been completely abandoned, with textbooks littering the hallway and unattended bags left behind. Just as I was about to open the stairway door, the unmistakable rattle of gunfire echoed from somewhere close… Just outside the campus.

Ian grabbed my shoulder. “Wait, guns? Here? Whoever could do all of that, if this is an attack... What if they're killing them downstairs?”

I thought about it for a second, trying to recall any well-known terrorist attacks that involved a post-attack sweep. It didn't seem to add up, but before I knew it, Ian was wandering off in the opposite direction.

Stopping at every room he passed, he’d poke his head inside before moving further along the tornado-struck corridor. This went on for an uncomfortable number of seconds before my nerves began to short out.

“W-What the fuck are you looking for?! You
just
said, people are dying in here!!” I spat hoarsely.

The centre of Edinburgh was blowing up, the streets overflowing with bullets, panicked civilians being killed — and there we were, stuck inside a university that neither of us had ever been to before.

I just wanted to head straight home, but Waverley Station was back on that bridge filled with those upside-down cars... It was a complete war zone. At a total loss, I followed Ian into one of the last rooms in the unfamiliar corridor.

As I closed the door behind us, Ian rushed up to an incredibly-old TV set, did something tech-savvy to the aerial and clicked the power button. As it slowly booted up, the pixels shook off the overlining dust and fizzled into life.

The picture was so incredibly dim, I could barely even tell what I was looking at. Once it became focused, my only choice was to reject the reality of what I was seeing. It had to be a cruel joke, at the very best.

The TV shimmered with what appeared to be a birds-eye view of every major city in the UK. All of them reduced to nothing but pillars of smoke, riots, military vehicles and... bodies.

On the news, of all things. Ian collapsed to the ground, completely mesmerized by the sheer scale of the fallout.

“...A little bigger than Edinburgh Waverley, then.”

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