Prometheus Rising: a dystopian novel (Prometheus Trilogy Book 1) by D. Wink

Author:D. Wink [Wink, D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-07T08:00:00+00:00

The night had swallowed most of us now. The dim reflection of the moonlight in the lake and the sounds gave away the crowd. Our men were helping the traumatized people, giving them water and food for the journey ahead, and blankets to cover them from the cold of the Highlands.

I saw Caleb sitting by the river, arms leaned on his knees, staring into the night sky.

Drones would be here any minute, and there was no way they could overlook such a crowd of people.

“Caleb, we need to go now …”

“She’s not here,” he interrupted. His voice sounded lost. “None of them are.”

The rain had stopped. I stood next to him, watching the stars’ reflections in the moving river waters, like tiny little fireflies.

Only for a split of a second, I saw how his facade was crumbling. Those words spread a pain inside my chest.

“Then we go on looking.” I replied.

“What if it’s too late already?” The way he formed those words sent a shiver down my spine.

But I would not let him see it.

“If we want to at least try, we need to leave now,” I stressed, and finally he nodded, pulled himself together, got up. The facade was back again, the strong warrior, the man everybody looked up to.

“Fraser! McCain! Cox!” he shouted into the darkness and plunged into the crowd, not dignifying me with another look. After several shouts the men gathered around. Danny looked pale. This place had left its mark on every single one.

“Assign at least three or four prisoners to each of your men, they have to look out for them,” Caleb explained. He calculated fast. There were a little less than two hundred prisoners, I estimated. We were only thirty-eight.

“We leave now towards Area Two. It’s a fifteen hour march,” Caleb continued. Gone was the man whose eyes were desperate only seconds ago.

Our cars were nearly out of fuel by now, so we had to leave them behind. And while Area Two was small, it seemed, walking around the mountains and forests would take us too long to get to the bottom of Lake Lomond, where the villages lay.

We needed nearly half an hour to gather the people, and the nervousness inside my bones started to spread. We were running out of time.

Our party marched while it was still night. The sky was empty, no drones, no planes. Maybe we were lucky and the soldiers did not manage to notify anyone. Still, not later then daytime, government would notice that something went wrong. We were too slow on foot, too large a group. They would find us. And what then?

The sun rose behind the clouds that reflected in the lake like a perfect mirror. The weather was grim, the wind blew around our ears since we had left the shading density of the forest. We were walking along the waters now, dark and menacing. The people got tired, but I refused to let them stop.

I have never thought we could win this war.

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