The Fires of Atlantis (Purge of Babylon)

Author:Sam Sisavath
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Post-Apocalypse, thriller
Publisher: Road to Babylon Media
Published: 2014-10-15T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

WILL

TOMMY WOKE UP around one in the morning along with another man, Bratt, to take their turn on guard duty over Will and Danny in place of Rachel and Milch. Rachel had gotten up and disappeared into the shadows while Bratt replaced her in the light, sitting down next to Tommy.

It was dead silent outside the basement, and the only sound was the breathing of the people inside. Will watched Tommy continuing to struggle to keep his eyes open while Bratt looked as if he had gotten his full eight hours, even though Will knew for a fact he had only slept about four since they fled to the basement after the massacre.

And that was exactly what it had been. Rachel and the others didn’t want to admit it, but everyone they knew in the city was likely dead except them. Kate’s ghouls—especially the blue-eyed ones—had made sure of that. That was bad for Rachel, but it was also bad for him and Danny. They had come to Dunbar expecting to find Gaby. Unless she had made it out of the city before everything went to hell, chances were she was just as dead (or worse) as Rachel’s people.

What were the chances she had actually gone around the city? There was a small—very, very small—possibility of that. But unlikely. Dunbar was too big. It would have taken too long to go around. Easier to just go through it. Plus, Gaby would have wanted to look for supplies on the way to Song Island. She was traveling south—and there was only one thing down there.

Home.

The more he turned over all the possibilities in his head, the more Will reluctantly concluded that the chances of finding Gaby now had lessened dramatically. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he and Danny were going to survive tonight. Despite Rachel’s assurances about letting them go in the morning, Will wasn’t too confident there was going to be a morning.

Not with Kate’s ghouls out there. Her blue-eyed ghouls.

Four of them. Jesus. There were four of them out there right now. One was bad enough, but four that didn’t go down even after you shot them with silver bullets?

Then there was what Kate had said about the island, about Lara’s broadcast:

“Like a certain little island that should have stayed quiet. This is what happens when you stick your head out and get my attention, Will. I grab a hammer.”

He needed to get his hands on the radio. Even if Lara was asleep, someone would be monitoring the emergency frequency twenty-four hours a day in the island’s Tower. It was protocol. He should know; he was the one who put it together.

But to get to the radio, he needed to get through Tommy and Bratt. Maybe if he could talk to the kid, get him to understand. It was always easier to convince someone to do something when he didn’t look at you as an enemy.

Then there was Bratt. The man was cleaning a silver-chromed Smith & Wesson automatic with a small toothbrush.

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