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THE DYING OF THE LIGHT
End
By Jason Kristopher
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Kristopher, Jason
The dying of the light: end / Jason Kristopher
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011928806
ISBN 978-0-9836185-1-5
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2
First Edition
To my family and friends
who always believed
And most especially to my grandmother
Margie Warhol
who was always my biggest fan
prion (noun):
a protein particle that is believed to be the cause of brain diseases such as BSE [“Mad Cow” disease], scrapie, and Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. Prions are not visible microscopically, contain no nucleic acid, and are highly resistant to destruction.
— Oxford English Dictionary
(1)
“…much more science is needed. There are many things we don’t understand, and the whole science of how prions propagate and cross species barriers is developing as we speak.”
— Dr. Neil Cashman, University of Toronto’s Center for Research in Neurodegenerative Diseases
(2)
“We were amazed at how efficiently they spread.”
— Adriano Aguzzi, of the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich
(3)
“The bottom line is, if we don’t tightly control these diseases, we’re going to regret it big time.”
— Dr. Pierluigi Gambetti, Director, National Prion Disease Pathology Surveillance Center
(2)
Characters of Note
Military Personnel
Col George Maxwell, Army Ranger, AEGIS CO
Cmdr Frank Anderson, Navy SEAL, AEGIS XO
First Team
Alpha Squad
Maj Kimberly Barnes, Army Spec. Forces, CO
David Blake, XO
Gunnery Sgt Dalton Gaines, USMC MSOR
Cpt Tom Reynolds, USAF 1
st
Spec Ops Wing
Sgt Rachel Eaton, Special Forces
Cpt Angelo Martinez, Ranger
Bravo Squad
Lt Jake Powell, SEAL
Petty Off 2
nd
Class Edward Ames, SEAL
Sgt Desmond Jones, Ranger
Sgt Victor Roberts, USMC MSOR
Sgt Arkady Ivanovich, Special Forces
Second Team
Charlie Squad
Maj Shawn Carver, Special Forces, CO
Lt Manuel Ramos, USAF 1
st
Spec Ops Wing
Cpt Lawrence Greer, Special Forces, XO
Delta Squad
Cpt Janet Turner, USAF 1
st
Spec Ops Wing
Third Team
Echo Squad
Maj Terrance James, USMC MSOR, CO
Foxtrot Squad
Corpsman 1
st
Class Lucia Santos, USN, XO
Fourth Team
Golf Squad
Lt Malcolm Dagger, USMC MSOR, CO
Hotel Squad
Sgt Gordon Tremaine, Ranger, XO
Seventh Team
Mike Squad
Lt Adrian Masters, SEAL, CO
Non-Military Personnel
Dr. Mary Adamsdóttir, Research, AEGIS
Rebecca Campbell, fianceé of David Blake
Eric Campbell, adopted son of David Blake
Morena Forrest, survivor of Laramie, WY
Michael Forrest, survivor of Laramie, WY
Henry Gardner, AEGIS Government Liaison
Harry Stafford, survivor, Washington Territory
Acronyms
AEGIS
Advanced Experimental Genetics Intelligence Service
ACU
Army Combat Uniform, standard Army uniform
CDC
Centers for Disease Control (and Prevention)
CO
Commanding officer of a unit or group
DARPA
Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency
ICV
Infantry Combat Vehicle
IED
Improvised Explosive Device
OSS
Office of Strategic Services (precursor to CIA)
REAPR
Real-time Enemy Assessors and Physiology Readers
USAMRIID
United States Army Medical Research Institute for Infectious Diseases
XO
Executive officer, second in command of a unit or group
Prologue
Fall Creek, Colorado — 1 year ago
I didn’t see Rebecca die the second time.
Or the first, for that matter.
I knew that I didn’t want to be out on the street right now; not this close to nightfall.
Night is
their
time
, I thought, and realized I was whispering to myself. If I kept this up, I was going to go as bat-shit crazy as old man Feldon had been even before it all hit the fan.
He only ended up ranting and raving in the street, not eating people; he got off easy.
The waning Colorado sunlight fell across the street below me, and I could see more than a few of the bastards milling around, looking for a meal. I hid behind the roof sign for the small grocery store, my rifle across my back and my pistol in hand.
As I looked across the street, I could see my goal: Monty’s Sports & Outdoors. Ten rounds in the pistol and a few in the rifle wasn’t going to do it; I needed some more ammo if I was going to survive getting out of here. Unfortunately, there were about 30 walking death machines separating me from my next step on the road to Splitsville.
I sighed and checked my pistol’s magazine once more, shifting the weight of the rifle.
Maybe if I move down the street I can find a quieter place to cross over.
Suddenly, my eye caught on one of them wearing a sundress and standing apart from the others. Despite the rips and tears in the dress, I could see the pattern of flowers and pale yellow fabric. My vision tracked upwards, catching other details, like the silver watch and the simple necklace, framed by the long blonde hair, the bite and claw marks evident on her shoulder and upper arm. I knew what I would see as I raised my gaze to the thing’s face, and as much as I hoped I was wrong in those few seconds, I wasn’t.
It was Rebecca, my fiancée.
It had taken me most of two days. I’d grabbed the only guns I had in the house and went out looking. When she wasn’t waiting at the house like I’d asked, I’d headed back there each night when my search yielded nothing. I couldn’t leave without knowing — not guessing, but knowing for certain — that she was either dead or… something else.