Yesterday's Gone: Season Three (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER) (50 page)

More than 100 cameras were on the island, and all three digits worth were displayed in squares on the large screen in front of himself, Will, and Sullivan in the control room on Level Eight; the same room they rushed inside on the early morning of October 15 when Will first told them about his dream: Something bad was about to happen.
 

That was putting things mildly.

“How many of our own people are left?” Will asked, pacing back and forth, stroking his beard.

“Ten Guardsmen topside, five more on the mainland,” Sullivan said, looking at a computer monitor on the table, displaying a map of the island with several red dots detailing each Guardsman’s precise position, with a number assigned to each, hovering over the dots. Two dots side-by-side suddenly went dark.

“Make that eight,” Sullivan said.

They glanced at the monitors and saw two Guardsmen ripped into shreds by what could only be called a pack of wild mutants — running and killing together, decimating or infecting every Guardsman in their wake.

They were down to just three Guardsmen in the Facility, protecting 15 civilians. The math was getting uglier by the minute. Ed wasn’t sure what Will was trying to calculate, and didn’t dare interrupt the man when he was working through a problem. Will was loony, but genius. If anyone could think their way out of this nightmare, it was him. Unfortunately, Will was also harder to deal with since Boricio took off. Boricio had been Will’s unofficial translator, the only person who could steer Will through some of his wackier behaviors and get him to focus on the productive stuff. Boricio also provided a much needed buffer between Will’s sometimes gruff obtuseness and the others in the Facility.

Will asked, “How many civilians topside on the island?”
 

“I’m estimating there are 20 or so, still topside in their homes, with 35 having been brought to the mainland before the aliens crowded the dock, preventing the ferry from its safe return,” Sullivan said.

“No sign of Dr. Williams?”

“No,” Sullivan shook his head.

Will continued pacing. Finally, Ed said, “Why are you asking about the number of people left?”

“Because we need numbers on our side,” Will said, as if the answer was as obvious as daylight.

“Why?” Ed said, glancing at Sullivan, glad to see his eyes as confused as Ed’s.

“Because Luca’s coming back. And he’s going to need allies.”

Ed shook his head,
this shit again
, then glanced at Sullivan who also looked as disappointed as Ed felt. “Why do you say that?” he asked. “And don’t say because you dreamed it.”

Will looked at Ed, then put his fingers over his lips with a zipping gesture.

“You dreamed it?” Ed asked, unable to control his rising temper.

“Your son isn’t coming back,” Ed said bluntly. “He’s gone. They both are. And even if they
did
return, what are they going to do? Unless they bring an army, they’re as helpless as we are with our dwindling numbers. Why don’t you try to come up with something that doesn’t rely on dreams or hope, because it’s getting late and our options are running dry.”

“They
are
coming back,” Will insisted.

Ed sighed.

Their last best hope at defeating the aliens just went full-blown senile.

**

Will left the control room and headed down the corridor toward the vending machine.

Sullivan approached, glancing back over his shoulder as if he expected Will to pop back into the room at any moment. “We have to consider the Hard Reset Protocol.”

“No,” Ed shook his head. “I’m not giving up hope. Not yet. We still have time to make a decision.”

“No, sir, we don’t. I saw something just before you and Will came in. But I didn’t want to say anything until I showed you first.”

“What are you talking about?”

Sullivan went to the monitor, then touched one of the squares and tapped out a sequence of four numbers.

A moment later, the box widened taking up most of the screen, showing Camera 76, which looked out over the west side of the island’s shore. The footage was 12 hours old, from when it was still light, and showed several dark shapes dotting the water for as far as the camera could capture about one quarter mile out.

The shapes were moving.

Toward the island.

“What are those?” Ed asked.

“Aliens.”

Ed turned his head and squinted, his eyes straining for a better look.

“Holy shit. They’re swimming?”

“Yes,” Sullivan nodded.

“There’s gotta be hundreds.”

“Yes,” Sullivan said. “And that’s just this morning.”

“Are they coming or going?”

“Coming,” Sullivan said. “And it looks like they’re gearing up for something big.”

* * * *

CHAPTER 5 — Ryan
Olson Part 1

Dunn, Georgia

March 31, 2012

FIVE MONTHS AFTER THE EVENT…

Lisa turned to Ryan, sitting in the passenger seat of the van, and smiled. They were finally a half mile or so from the compound. She had driven the van faster than Ryan thought possible, for which Ryan was thankful, since that meant much less time wanting to consume her.

Ryan had spent the trip wanting to tear into Lisa’s flesh, and diving deep inside his mind to monitor and push down the alien urge. He craved the feast of her body, but was even hungrier to get to the compound so he could finally find his wife and daughter.

Lisa had missed shooting his face off, but only by the fraction of a moment. She had moved her hand at the last second, after she said she’d seen something in his face change. She said suddenly, he didn’t look like a man begging to die, but rather someone with everything to live for.
 

Though she missed killing him, the gunshot had come close enough to shatter his eardrums. However, the pain and ringing had lessened in the past 20 minutes, perhaps thanks to his alien side, which seemed to foster fast healing.

Lisa swung the van into the empty driveway of the compound, then looked over at Ryan. “I’m gonna leave the engine running.”
 

“OK,” he said.

Lisa climbed from the van and Ryan followed, turning his eyes to look anywhere but her back, hating himself for seeing her as easy prey. She pounded on the door for several minutes, though she didn’t have to. Ryan could tell that nobody was inside to answer.

He cursed himself for not having known for sure if they’d left. He’d been so busy resisting the urges to kill Lisa that he’d not been tuned into The Darkness which had taken control of Charlie. The last he’d seen through the teen’s eyes, he was in the room, talking to the group. He could feel the same lust for death in the Darkness as he felt in himself. But the Darkness was also resisting the urge, for reasons Ryan couldn’t discern. Nor could he count on the Darkness continuing to resist. Perhaps it was playing the long game, waiting for something.

Ryan tried to reach out and find The Darkness, but was coming up blank.

“I’m kicking it in, cool?” Lisa said, breaking his focus.

“Do your worst,” Ryan said. “But I’d check to see if it’s locked first.”
 

Lisa said, “Duh,” even though Ryan would’ve bet that her leg was already twitching to go into action.

The door swung open and Ryan inhaled more of his family’s lingering psychic scent. Not a lot was left, but there was just enough. He closed his eyes, imagining them so wholly that he could almost reach out and touch them. But all that was left was their auroras, echoes of their souls. He may as well have tried to touch a ghost. His heart crushed beneath the weight of his growing sadness.
 

Ryan could smell Mary’s protective shield wrapped around their daughter’s heavy terror. Ryan longed to see more of their memories, maybe something specific, but those memories were now dead — dust drifting into a different wind.
 

Something stabbed inside Ryan’s mind, sending him to his knees in a scream.

“You okay?” Lisa looked down, eager to help.
 

Ryan swallowed, then said, “Yeah, thanks.” He shook his head, then set his claw against it, rocking it for comfort. “I’m fine, just felt something . . . weird.”

“You sure?” Lisa’s eyes said she wasn’t, even if Ryan was.
 

But he wasn’t fine. Not at all. The pain was gone, but it was replaced with an increased hunger. Ryan wanted to tear Lisa limb from limb, he longed to taste her, and wanted to share her flavor with others like him. The others he was growing closer to by the minute.
 

Ryan wanted to join them.
 

With so many mutants and aliens around, Ryan could easily find the growing collective. He should just forget about Mary and Paola — it wasn’t like he could enjoy any sort of normal life with them — and feast on Lisa.

Then he could join his new family.

No!

Fuck you, I’m still human!

The hive in his mind grew worse for its volume. Ryan had to force himself to stand up or else he might not ever get up . . . not as a human, anyway.

The living room felt emptier than it was. He saw signs of recent life — a bowl of batter and a couple of half-eaten pancakes on the bar — but not a single breath was in the house.
 

Mary and Paola’s scents, physical and psychic, were strongest, at least until Ryan smelled Charlie’s.
 

Except Charlie’s trail wasn’t a scent; it was more like a broadcast.
 

Charlie had what he’d come for, but decided he wanted more.
 

Another sudden flicker — no, a flash — inside Ryan’s mind sent him back to his knees. It was something horrible, something crowding his mind. Something from outside. They were coming. The dark horde sensed them and was coming.

“We have to go,” Ryan said, trying to stand. “We have to follow them and get to Black Island immediately.”
 

Ryan tried to stand while Lisa stood openmouthed and unsure.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”
 

Ryan nodded. “Yes, but we’ve gotta go.”

Lisa didn’t question him, just looked at him while trying not to stare, grazing her eyes up and along his mutated body, while Ryan tried to set his eyes anywhere but on his potential meal.

Lisa swallowed, then said, “Okay,” and headed for the front door.
 

Ryan scrambled to his feet, screamed, “No!” then ran toward Lisa as she was halfway through the threshold. He reached out, his claw grabbing the edge of her shirt and pulling her back toward him. The fabric tore with a loud RIP! as Ryan fell hard to his bottom and Lisa fell on top of him.

She screamed, then quickly crawled away backward and scurried to her feet.
 

Once standing, Lisa screamed, “What the fuck!” while kicking at Ryan and taking a step to the side, away from the door.

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” Ryan said, calmly waving his claw in front of his face to shield himself from Lisa’s feet. He stood, then said, “I swear,” though the drool dripping from his hungry maw probably made him hard to believe. He added, “I’m trying to help you.”

Lisa took another several steps back, then turned toward the door, closed it, and spun back toward Ryan. “Want to tell me what the fuck is up then?”
 

Ryan thought it was funny, how he wanted to save Lisa’s life, and take it from her at the same time. He wondered which of his two sides would be most likely to win, and how much longer it would be before he found out for certain. But whatever gallows humor he found in his condition ended immediately when he followed the thoughts to their next logical destination —
what happens when I find my family? Can I protect them? Or will I endanger them?

“What the hell’s happening,” Lisa repeated, her voice shaking behind.
 

Ryan walked to the door and said, “I’ll show you. But you have to stay behind me, okay?” Lisa nodded, and he opened the door, slowly stepping through the threshold with Lisa a half-step behind.
 

On the other side of the door, Lisa gasped.
 

There were at least 15 mutants and aliens standing between the gate and the house, with four on either side of the van.

“Will we be okay?” she whispered, raising her gun.
 

“Don’t shoot,” he said. “Let’s just walk real slow.”

Lisa wrapped her arm around his waist, as if he could protect her, and like he wasn’t thinking the same thing they were.
 

“Yes,” he said. “But we have to get to the van. Once we get to the van, we’ll be safe. I promise.”

“Should we run?” she asked.

“No,” Ryan shook his head and took a tentative step forward. They were about six feet away from the van. Two mutants stood to the right. Two to the left. They’d have to get close to them in order to get in the van. That’s when shit would get tricky. He turned to Lisa and said, “Don’t make any quick moves unless they attack. Just keep doing what we’re doing, we’re almost there.”