Hunting The Broken: Age Of Madness by Daniel Willcocks

Author:Daniel Willcocks [Willcocks, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2018-09-02T23:00:00+00:00

Silver Creek, Silver Creek Forest, Old Ontario

The sight of the front gates was enough to bring a familiar feeling of warmth to Dylan’s stomach.

They had traveled through the forest without rest, pausing only to slay any Mad they happened to stumble across as they went. Larry—now dressed in garb donated by Dylan which drowned his skinny frame—turned out to be less of an asset than he’d hoped, having spent the majority of his time in digging pits or setting traps. It turned out that his skills with a weapon were actually surprisingly limited.

“Don’t worry about it,” Huckle had said after pinning a Mad to a tree with a blade through its chest. The zombie wriggled and reached helplessly for him as he spoke. “We’ll train you up, kid. Silver Creek has its own training reserve. We’ll show you some moves. Get you up to speed.”

Larry nodded solemnly. “Thanks. And then when I’m up to speed, I’ll gut your throat for calling me a kid.”

Dylan waved instinctively at the gate guards as they approached, momentarily forgetting about Caitlin’s new open-gate policy. It seemed strange to simply walk straight into the town with no restriction, no waiting, and no justifying who you were or what your business was.

It felt…liberating.

Dylan left the group to wait below and climbed up to the top of the gate to check in on the guards.

“Dylan!” Mattis, a gate guard who had recently adopted a thick beard, proclaimed as Dylan climbed the stairs. “Welcome home, sir.”

“Enough of that ‘sir’ business, Mattis. It’s Dylan to my old friends.”

“Hey, Dylan,” Clint, one of the longest-serving gate guards said, coming over to join them.

“It’s ‘sir’ to you, Clint.” Dylan winked, eliciting a burst of laughter from Mattis. “Now, tell me. What news of the world beyond the open gate?”

From their vantage point, they could see the gap between the trees where the new road had been built. Already, people were using it as a trade route between Silver Creek and Ashdale Pond. Dylan could spot a couple of carts along its length, flanked by several silhouettes with swords at their sides.

It never hurt to have extra protection on the road.

“Life is quiet beyond the walls. We’ve only had one incident at the gates in which a group of Mad ran for us and one managed to get through before we’d had a chance to shut them out. The rest of them were destroyed with ease, thanks to these puppies.” Mattis held up his longbow with pride.

“And what of the Mad which made it through?”

“I took care of that one,” a deep voice said from behind. “Sir.”

Dylan turned and beamed as he saw Sully’s huge form approach. “Of course you did, you big lummox.”

“Practically played golf with his head. Took one swing with a hunk of wood which must have fallen from a merchant’s cart earlier that day and sent the fucker’s noggin flying over the wall.”

“Hole in one?” Dylan asked.

“Eagle,” Sully replied.

“Nice.”

“No,” Mattis interjected. “A literal eagle. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen.

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