The Last Conquest: A Dystopian Society in a Post-Apocalyptic World (The Last Survivors Book 6) by Bobby Adair & T.W. Piperbrook

Author:Bobby Adair & T.W. Piperbrook [Adair, Bobby]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Ancient City Publishing
Published: 2016-09-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 53: Fitz

Fitz and Ginger settled in two chairs around the table, looking at the ancient paintings on the walls in the Academy library. All around them, the Scholars were standing and watching. Only Kreuz sat across from them. After letting them through the entrance, Kreuz and his Scholars had taken them directly to the large room filled with mostly empty shelves of books, rusted pieces of metal that looked like they were on display, and empty chairs that lined the perimeter. Some still had notebooks and writing utensils sitting on the seats. Fitzgerald didn't need to see the Scholars sitting in them to imagine the number of hours they'd been used.

Farther down on the table where Fitz, Ginger, and Kreuz were sitting was a large, ornate box. Fitz felt the stares of dozens of pairs of eyes on her. Ever since she had killed Tenbrook's men, she felt as though she were living a life standing on the dais, watched by everyone. She turned her attention to Kreuz.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I've been staying here since Tenbrook's last burnings," Kreuz answered. "Things were bad in town. It looked to me like they were going to get worse."

Fitz nodded. She couldn't deny what he was saying. The Academy was a good place to hide for someone avoiding the prying eyes of soldiers. And someone with as much money as Kreuz—a source of significant wealth in town—would've had no trouble convincing the Scholars to let him in. She could smell the lingering scent of smoked meat on his clothes, even though his market was halfway across town. That scent should've made her hungry, but she was too worried to think about food.

"Tenbrook's soldiers are dead," Fitz said, breaking the silence. "I'm sure you've heard that. But that isn't why I'm here."

"I heard." Kreuz furrowed his brow, but there was no emotion behind the gesture. "Tenbrook was worse than the rest. He did Brighton no favors."

"Blackthorn is dead, too."

"Yes," Kreuz said. "I heard that, as well." She imagined Kreuz had seen many more deaths than she had.

He tapped his long, bony fingers on the table, unable to hold back his questions any longer. "You said the army is coming to break down the circle wall. We'd heard those rumors, which were alarming enough. But now you say demons are coming too? How do you know that?"

Fitz briefed the Academy members on what she'd heard from her riders. She watched the expressions on their faces change as she explained how thousands of demons were headed to Brighton. Then she described the condition of the army, the chants, and Winthrop's leadership. Several of the Academy members looked at her, stunned. Even Kreuz seemed shocked.

"That many demons will be impossible to fight," Kreuz said, shaking his head. "And without the wall, we might as well be standing in the wild, if Winthrop's men manage to break it down."

"At the very least, we need the wall to protect us," Fitz said. "We can't let Winthrop and his men do what they're planning.

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