The Advisor's Apprentice by Karpa Boris

Author:Karpa, Boris [Karpa, Boris]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Dystopian | Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2017-10-16T04:00:00+00:00

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Arthur dropped on the ground without a single word. Next to him, Martin came down. He was not merely wordless – not a single item on his clothing made a single noise – not the knives, not the binoculars fixed on his hip, not his own rifle. They were lying on the crest of a hill. Below them was the sea shore – and, pressed against the water, the tall white fences of Serenity Bay.

It had started out as a hotel resort – then had been re-sold in the end of the last century and made into what it was now. Tall white fences were thrown up and a guard tower posted near the gate – not so much to actually guard the inmates but to intimidate them from running. Inside, the old hotel building was surrounded by sets of white boxes – barracks for the inmates. Several fields had been swallowed up by the white, tall fencing as well. Before the apocalypse had made them essential for survival, they had been used for make-work for the inmates.

Back on the hill, Arthur squinted through the scope. He looked down at the gate. Down below, on ground level, there was a guard shack. Its window was barred with rough, hastily-attached bars – no doubt to prevent the ghouls from coming in. Inside it, he saw a small, gleaming light. In the shadow of the guard shack it was visible even now – a guard's cigarette. Without a word, Arthur's finger crawled to the selector switch of his rifle.

Next to him, Martin raised his hand slightly, showing him the flat of his palm. No. Arthur nodded. If he were to fire the rifle now, the other people who were now taking positions around the fences would take this as a sign. And they weren't prepared yet.

Fifty yards away, he knew, the Mayor of the Florentine Republic was setting up his own weapon – a long, black rifle like his own, set up with a larger scope. Even now, the man had tied off his dreadlocks in a tail behind his head, and was scanning the windows of the floor through the massive scope. The others were approaching too – each from his own angle, each knowing his place. They have discussed this plan even as they were taking up arms – questioning Arthur about the camp as they filled their pockets with rifle magazines, asking Martin about his ideas as they put on assault vests covered with pockets and hopped up and down to see if their gear made noises.

Martin seemed to know things about Serenity Bay – more than you would expect a man to know if he had just come there once to buy out a single prisoner. He knew things that Arthur himself never paid much attention to – guard shifts, for example. Arthur did not know the guards changed every two hours. Martin did.

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