Byron's Legacy Episode 1: Zombie Apocalypse Wasteland Fiction by Roswell A

Author:Roswell, A [Roswell, A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SouthShore Publications
Published: 2015-05-05T07:00:00+00:00

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Vallance, Stag, Sarah, Will, Jeff and Byron stood atop an enormous ship, surrounded for miles by sand and waste. They were kitted out in armored clothing each with a trademark yellow armband that bore their name. Byron was busy, as usual, with the tinkering of a Zom-B-Gone.

After some final adjustments were made, all four bombs would be primed and ready. Vallance sat on the deck, staring out at the desolate landscape around him, while his hands were busy disassembling and reassembling his handgun. The other four stood behind him discussing their plan to clear the ship. The gas bombs would be scattered around the ship and then armed before the group made their dash for the exit. It would be easy. Four bombs were probably overkill, but it was a high paying job and it paid to be thorough. Vallance clicked the last mechanism into place and stood to join the others in conversation. Catching his reflection in the window of the bridge, he admired the light stubble he was developing. Stag looked down at him and smiled from behind a wild, bushy beard—his jaw was like a moss covered boulder.

“Not bad.” said Stag.

Byron was in a world of his own when Vallance approached him. He watched him work, admiring his focus. Byron finished tightening a red knob on the box’s left side when he finally noticed Vallance crouching beside him, gasping slightly then chuckling.

“We’re all set.” said Byron. Vallance smiled weakly at him, and laid a reassuring hand on the ageing man’s shoulder.

“Hey, you remember what this is for?” Byron said, jokingly, pointing at the bomb’s oversized pin.

“Pull it out, make the gas.” Vallance replied with a grin.

“And what’s so special about the gas?”

“The scent attracts the infected and kills them when they breathe it.” said Vallance.

“No more monsters...” Byron said with a sigh. He looked far off into the horizon and before long, became dead to the world again.

Gunshots erupted in the quiet of the ship’s dining room as one zombie after another fell, all with matching holes in their head. Stag, Sarah, Will and Vallance each had a Zom-B-Gone box strapped to their back, ready for deployment. Jeff, looked to Byron who was dragging himself sluggishly through the room as the others engaged in their slaughter.

“Don’t look so glum, boss. Just imagine these ghouls are those fuckers from Central!” Jeff said.

“I tell you what I’d like to do that scumbag Drayton.” spat Stag, proceeding to drive his hatchet into a zombie’s skull, splitting it in two. Stag’s gallows humor didn’t seem to lift Byron’s spirits.

“Assholes.” Sarah added. “You’ll show ‘em Byron, don’t worry. They think they got a monopoly on these things?” she continued, tapping the Zom-B-Gone box on her back. “Well they aren’t the only ones with the recipe. Long as we’re still kicking, so is your dream.”

“People steal everything in the wasteland. Food, guns, water, silver. Why did we think they wouldn’t steal Byron’s formula? We should never have trusted them,” said Vallance. Will was about to speak but Vallance cut him off.

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