Rooster (Road To Babylon, Book 3)

by Sam Sisavath

  Rooster

  Road To Babylon, Book 3

  Sam Sisavath

  Rooster

  Copyright © 2017 by Sam Sisavath

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

  Published by Road to Babylon Media LLC

  www.roadtobabylon.com

  Edited by Jennifer Jensen & Wendy Chan

  Cover Art by Deranged Doctor Design

  Contents

  Books in the Road to Babylon Series

  Also by Sam Sisavath

  About Rooster

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  Books in the Road to Babylon Series

  Glory Box

  Bombtrack

  Rooster

  Also by Sam Sisavath

  The Purge of Babylon Post-Apocalyptic Series

  The Purge of Babylon: A Novel of Survival

  The Gates of Byzantium

  The Stones of Angkor

  The Walls of Lemuria Collection (Keo Prequel)

  The Fires of Atlantis

  The Ashes of Pompeii

  The Isles of Elysium

  The Spears of Laconia

  The Horns of Avalon

  The Bones of Valhalla

  Mason’s War (A Purge of Babylon Story)

  The Allie Krycek Vigilante Series

  Hunter/Prey

  Saint/Sinner

  Finders/Keepers

  The Red Sky Conspiracy Series

  Most Wanted

  The Devil You Know

  About Rooster

  HOUNDED, CORNERED, AND RUNNING OUT OF OPTIONS, BUT NEVER DEFEATED.

  Keo has been in tough situations before. Some have been tougher than others, but he’s always managed to come out on top thanks to an innate stubbornness, the skills he’s honed from a previous life, and a whole lot of Lady Luck.

  But Luck can sometimes be a fickle mistress, there are always people with more skills, and stubbornness has a tendency to bite you in the ass if you’re not careful.

  Since leaving Gaby at Axton, Keo finds himself being stalked by a highly-trained group of humans in the day and hordes of the undead at night. Someone, something out there wants him, and it won’t be denied.

  In Book 3 of The Road to Babylon series, a man who has survived against all odds will find his resolve tested like never before. But if anyone can do it, it’s Keo. After all, he simply refuses to lose…even if it kills him.

  One

  He was tired and dirty, and he hadn’t shaved in over a week. He’d been wearing the same clothes for over four days now, and everything was starting to stink from his toes all the way to his unkempt (and getting longer) hair. Fortunately, he’d been able to pick up a couple of new socks along the way. After all, there were much more important things to scavenge these days than a fresh pair of socks. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been so lucky with clothes that fit, or that were an upgrade from the ones he currently had on.

  All things considered, he was in fine shape. Of course, people had often told Keo that his definition of fine could be a little skewed. But that was probably not the case this time. He was sure of it.

  Mostly.

  Things would have been even more fine if he could just ignore the scar along the left side of his face, which was tingling a lot more these days, like some kind of sixth sense trying to warn him of impending danger. As if he needed Pollard’s gift for that. Keo knew full well that he was balancing on a razor’s edge and had been ever since he left Gaby behind in Axton.

  If he had any doubts, he had woken up this morning to a reminder of his precarious situation.

  There were six of them. All humans. That one threw him for a loop. But then, it was day—thirty minutes past sunrise, to be exact—and this was the first time he’d seen them out in the open, and this close. They’d been careful the last two days, but so had he. They’d been sniffing his trail ever since he shot out of Axton like a bat out of hell.

  Humans. Definitely humans.

  He hadn’t been sure of their exact number the first day when he noticed the swirl of dust as they raced across the flat Texas land on his heels. They had spread out to cover as much ground as possible, and it was a damn good thing he took great pains to cover his tracks even before he knew they were out there. He thought he’d lost them a couple of times, but the following day had proven him wrong.

  They were good. Too good.

  Or maybe they’d just gotten lucky. That is, if they were even after him in the first place. Maybe it was just coincidence; they happened to be heading in the same direction as him. Which, of course, would be one hell of a coincidence given that he didn’t even know where he was going from hour to hour.

  There were other questions, like who had sent them, if anyone? How many were there? But those could wait.

  Keo peered out from his hiding place and, for the first time since they followed him out of Axton, got his best look at his pursuers yet. The sparkling sunlight gave away that they were humans, and the red facial hair sticking out underneath one of their ballistic helmets confirmed it. They were wearing urban assault gear—vests, boots, and tactical packs. Then there were the weapons. They had slung rifles and gun belts, with the rest of their stuff hanging off the horses tied to one of the crossing sign posts. They were flanked by buildings, store fronts, a lot of abandoned cars, and enough litter in the streets to fill up a dozen (or more) landfills.

  He could see them, but was too far back to make out if there were any emblems or markers on their clothing. Keo had a pretty good idea who they were. They’d been on his ass ever since Axton.

  Keo eased his forefinger off the trigger of the MP5SD and pulled the weapon back, away from the spreading sunlight. The Heckler & Koch submachine gun was matte black and would have been difficult to spot from all the way down the street, especially with the black tint on the tempered glass window in front of him, but there was no point in risking possible exposure if he didn’t have to. After all, despite his best efforts, they had still tracked him into the city.

  Damn, they’re good.

  Or just really lucky.

  Either/or, pal.

  From his position inside the building, lying on his stomach and looking through one of the dirt and elements-caked windows on the fifth floor, he was mostly (You hope) invisible to eyes looking from street level. That included the six figures about half a mile up the road. They had stopped in the open and exposed themselves as they rested to drink and eat. Two of them sat on the curb while two more stood guard, watching the empty two-lane downtown roads and scanning the buildings around them. The last two stood next to the hood of an abandoned truck looking over a map.

  Maybe he was
wrong. Maybe they didn’t know he was here. Maybe they weren’t that good, after all.

  Captain Optimism.

  Keo chuckled, imagining the ex-Ranger smirking as he thought that.

  He wondered what Lara would say. He’d come close to asking Gaby about her, beyond what she had been doing since he left almost five years ago. He couldn’t care less about all that saving the world stuff. He was dying to know more about Lara.

  “She hasn’t been with anyone seriously since you left,” Gaby had said. “There’ve been a couple of guys on and off, but nothing serious.” Then, “Just in case you were wondering.”

  He’d replied with “I wasn’t,” which was a lie, and he thought the kid knew it, too.

  He took his hands off the MP5SD in order to reach behind him and unzip the well-used pack sitting nearby. He pulled out a pair of jerky strips and was chewing on one when he heard a soft nickering sound behind him.

  Keo glanced over his shoulder. “Has anyone told you that you eat like a horse? Go easy, or we’ll both be starving in another day or two.”

  He flipped the bigger piece of meat through the air, and Horse caught it in his mouth while barely moving from the floor, where it had been lying behind Keo. In fact, the thoroughbred had lazily lifted its head to snatch at the jerky before returning to the warm carpeting, resuming a pose it had been enjoying since night fell outside their sanctuary yesterday.

  Getting the horse up all five floors of the office building had been a lot easier than Keo had anticipated. The animal had done most of its own work, with Keo only occasionally prodding it up the semi-dark flights of stairs. The horse was clearly glad to be out of the streets with night quickly catching up to them. Even after all they’d been through, the thoroughbred’s survival instincts still amazed him, and it wouldn’t have surprised Keo if mastering stairs was old hat to the animal.

  Keo picked up the binoculars again. They were a present from Peters, who had said to him, “Go fast, and don’t stop,” two nights ago.

  Gee, thanks for that advice, Peters, Keo had thought then, but he’d only smiled back and said instead, “Get the kid back to Black Tide.”

  “I will,” Peters had said.

  “Tell them what you found out. And make sure they don’t ignore it.”

  “They’re not going to. I guarantee you that. If nothing else, she won’t ignore it.”

  He’d been tempted to quiz Peters about what he’d found out about Fenton during his recon mission. “What the hell is going on in that place?” was a question that had been bouncing around in his head ever since he discovered Buck’s people were taking the women and children from the towns they were raiding.

  What are they doing in there? Why are they taking the women and children?

  But all of those questions took a backseat to keeping them alive. Especially Gaby. He liked the kid, even though she wasn’t really a kid anymore. She wasn’t even the same girl he’d last seen on Black Tide Island. She was prettier than he remembered, even with dirt and junk over her face. But it was more than the superficial. He’d always known Gaby was a good soldier—she’d been trained by two of the best, after all—but even he was surprised how efficient she’d become in combat. And that stunt she’d pulled, jumping from the second floor of the barn to save his hide…

  You guys trained her well, Will and Danny. The kid’s all grown up and deadly.

  More than the fact that he liked Gaby, he knew that Lara was fond of the kid even more and treated her like a little sister. And if something was important to Lara…

  You’re getting soft in your old age. Real soft.

  He shoved all of that into the back corner of his mind and concentrated on the here and now. And here and now, he was only concerned with surviving this morning. He would deal with everything else later.

  Keo crawled back another couple of feet from the window to get away from a new shaft of sunlight that had fallen across the floor. When he felt the coolness of shadows again, he stopped and sat up, and returned to looking through the binoculars.

  They were still out there, in the open, almost as if they were tempting him. It didn’t jive with the posse that he’d tried to shake for the last forty-eight hours but couldn’t. But this—just revealing themselves—was careless of them.

  Or was it?

  Were they trying to bait him? Trying to lure him into taking a shot and revealing his position? They had to know he was still in the city, that he hadn’t left. Which was why they also hadn’t left yet.

  Or did they?

  Oh, my head hurts.

  He focused in on the two figures looking over the map. He had no chance of hearing or reading their lips from nearly eight hundred meters away, but they appeared animated as they pointed around them. He wasn’t sure how much of that was for his benefit, or…

  It’s gotta be a trick.

  Right?

  Maybe. Maybe…

  Cordine City, Texas, hadn’t been his intended destination. Hell, he hadn’t even known the place existed until he stumbled across it last evening. Not that Keo had any ideas where he was going after Axton; he’d just needed to get as far away—and as fast—as possible. It was a good-size city with an airport on its south side and a cartoonishly large golf course on its east, where he had approached it. Its main center was stuffed with everything a small Texas city would need to survive, including a Walmart superstore and a mall that Keo had skirted because dark malls were never a good idea even now, five years after The Walk Out.

  Fifty or so thousand people once called this place home, but they were all missing this morning. He’d made it into the city with an hour before nightfall and hadn’t met a single soul. It was easy to believe everyone was gone and that the whole city was abandoned, but Keo had found that not everything was what it seemed these days. Especially when greeting a stranger riding like the devil was on his tail through the streets with fading sunlight at his back could get you a bullet in the head for your troubles. Keo also didn’t discount the fact that he’d only seen a small part of the city, with two-thirds of it still hidden from view, so there were plenty of other places where Cordine City’s residents could be calling home.

  There were a lot of possibilities, but if all went well, he’d be out of this place before he could find out for sure one way or another. He wasn’t looking toward crossing paths with more people if he didn’t have to. But maybe he’d spend a few hours looking for some new clothes that fit first…

  He spent more silent minutes eyeballing his six pursuers. Or the six that he could see, anyway. There were probably more out there waiting to pounce that he couldn’t see. Unless, of course, he was wrong about this whole thing.

  Make up your mind already, will you?

  Eight hundred meters was a safe distance in most situations, but the six individuals milling about out there wouldn’t necessarily know how far he was from their current position. With a favorable wind and a good enough scope, plus skills that were decent to good with a rifle… Which wasn’t him. Keo knew a few people who could pull it off, but he wasn’t one of them. Not by a long shot.

  Hah. Long shot. Good one.

  Behind him, Horse nickered again.

  Keo looked back. “Already?”

  The animal snorted while barely lifting its head from the cushy carpet. It was probably the most comfortable ground Horse had slept on in days, possibly months. After the animal had saved his hide in Axton, Keo thought he owed the thoroughbred that much. More, actually.

  He hadn’t been sure it could even outrun the ghouls that night, but Horse had proven him wrong. The thoroughbred had been fast, cutting through nightcrawlers like Moses through the Red Sea. Keo hadn’t even had to do very much except pick off a dozen or so ghouls that had attempted to intercept them within the town limits. As fast as he could, he’d pointed Horse toward a river he’d scouted earlier to further separate himself from the horde. After that, it was just a matter of running until daylight, and Horse was more than up to the task. He w
ould have been worm food now (or worse) if not for the animal.

  It’s going to outlive me. Easily.

  How sad is that?

  “You’re going to eat me out of supplies, you know that, right?” Keo said, and this time tossed the whole bag to the thoroughbred.

  The horse sniffed the contents before using its teeth to grab a piece of jerky.

  “Go easy on that. It’s our last bag.”

  Horse ignored him and tongued another strip of jerky.

  “Good talk, Gene Simmons. You suck at conversation even more than I do, you know that? Of course you don’t. This is your world; we’re all just thumbing a ride.”

  Keo looked back out the tinted window before reaching into the pack and taking out a small unlabeled pill bottle. It was light because there were only a few left inside.

  Should have grabbed some of Gaby’s stash when she offered. This’ll teach you to be a white knight, you big idiot.

  Keo shook out two of the remaining three and crunched them in his mouth for a while before swallowing them. He put the last painkiller into his front pocket and tossed the empty bottle. Then he sat back, and while waiting for the meds to work, took stock of his situation.

  In a word: Precarious.

  In two words: Really precarious.

  The biggest problem was supplies. Or lack thereof. Another day, at the most, and he’d be out of both food and water. He could survive without food, but water was a must, and he had exactly one bottle left inside his pack. He could make that last, but the thoroughbred tended to drink like a, well, horse.