End Days Super Boxset

by Hayden, Roger

  “Stay behind me,” he said to Julie.

  Paul walked slightly ahead and looked around for signs of anyone else.

  “Hello?” he called out.

  The man paused and immediately shined the flashlight in their direction.

  “Who’s there?” he asked.

  “My name is Paul, this is my daughter, Julie. Our car broke down and we’re trying to get some help,” Paul said, slowly approaching.

  The man kept his flashlight on Paul, not saying a word. “I was hoping that we could find out what’s going on,” Paul continued.

  The man said nothing.

  “Are you military?” Paul asked.

  As Paul drew closer, he could see that the man wore slacks and a tucked-in dress shirt. A military badge hung around his neck from a thick piece of string. The man was covered in sweat. His short gray hair was a mess. He examined Paul through glasses that rested on the tip of his nose.

  “I’m retired military, yes. Now I work as a military analyst. What’s it to you?”

  “I’m so glad we found you,” Paul beamed. “This place looks deserted. What happened to everyone?”

  “They left,” the man replied. “And I would advise that you do the same.”

  Paul grew agitated. “Isn’t there anyone who can help us around here? Can you tell me what is going on?”

  “We were supposed to stay, but everyone panicked.”

  “What are you talking about?” Paul asked, moving in closer.

  “This facility will become a shelter within the next hour, that I can guarantee you,” the man said. “Protocol in this situation calls for an immediate evacuation to the nearest enclosed structure to shield the population from radioactive fallout.”

  “Are we in any danger?” Paul asked.

  “Not if you stay here,” the man answered. “Homeland Security will take over this building soon. Just wait for them.”

  “And where are you going?”

  “Away from here.”

  “Why? I thought you said it was safe,” Paul said.

  “It will be, for a few days. After that, I wouldn’t place any bets on it.”

  “Sir, I need you to tell me what happened today. For the sake of my life and my daughter’s,” Paul said.

  The man lowered his flashlight and walked over to the Humvee. He picked up a backpack from the ground and threw it in. “We just want to know what’s going on,” Paul said.

  The man shut the door and sized Paul up. Julie waited patiently next to one of the trucks, leaning against a tire the size of her.

  “My name is Jordan. As an analyst, I’m privy to certain details about the occurrences of today. However, you have to remember that the information I have has not been verified. And you might want to sit down first.”

  Paul looked around. There was nowhere to sit.

  “On the floor?” he asked.

  “If you like,” Jordan replied.

  “I’m okay, thanks,” Paul said.

  “At approximately 4:00 p.m. today,” Jordan continued, “Philadelphia was hit with a nuclear weapon, reportedly eradicating the city and its entire population. The radiation alone was enough to kill anyone within twenty miles, possibly farther. The government has fully deployed their federal and military assets to respond to the attack. Sometime following the first strike against Philadelphia, there was another nuclear explosion reported near the city of Williamsport, which is much closer to Beech Creek. All military and civilian personnel of the facility you’re standing in were told to immediately evacuate. Then our instructions changed. We were to remain here and operate the building as a fallout shelter. Through all the panic, I got left behind. You see, it’s actually kind of funny. I let a coworker borrow my car earlier to run some errands.”

  Jordan shook his head.

  “Of all the days. They never came back. The massive power outages are harder to explain. It could be related to the attack or they could be something separate. One thing is certain, we’re either at war with somebody or somebody is at war with us.”

  Paul swallowed, but his dry mouth failed to produce any saliva. Jordan’s information sounded farfetched and speculative but disturbingly detailed. What he spoke of--what he was saying--sounded impossible to Paul.

  “There’s no way,” he said. “There’s no way something like that could happen.”

  In response, Jordan grabbed a few MRE boxes from the ground and placed them in the passenger side of the Humvee.

  “I wouldn’t believe it either, but it’s true.”

  “What’s this about radiation? Are you saying that we—” Paul stopped, turned to face Julie, then lowered his voice to a whisper. “Are you saying that we’ve been infected with radiation poisoning? Where’s the government in all of this?”

  Jordan closed the passenger side door of the Humvee. “They’re not around here, that’s for sure. We may have radiation poisoning or we may not. We might die soon or we might not, but I believe that anyone who stays in this town is as good as dead. I’m sorry, that’s just how I see it.”

  Paul leaned in closer. “Please. You’ve got to take me and my daughter with you. We have nowhere to go. We don’t have a vehicle.”

  The man held up his hand to silence Paul. “It’s okay. I can take you and your daughter, but I can’t guarantee that we’ll make it.”

  “Thank you for giving us a chance. We’re in your debt,” Paul said. He took a step back from the man and pivoted to Julie. “Julie, come here,” he said.

  She stood up and walked over.

  “This is Jordan, he’s going to help us get out of town,” Paul said. Jordan extended his hand to Julie and she shook it. “I thought we were going to the house?” she asked.

  “Yes, I know,” Paul said.

  He looked at Jordan to consult with him.

  “We have a car, a Tahoe. We could take both vehicles.”

  “There’s no time, I’m headed to the south exit of town before they block that off as well,” Jordan said.

  “Dad?” Julie said with annoyance.

  Paul stood between Jordan and Julie, feeling rushed to appease both of them. He placed his hand on her shoulder and tried his best to sound sincere.

  “This is the only way, I’m sorry. We have to listen to Jordan. He knows what’s going on.”

  “So what is going on?” she asked. “I don’t understand why we have to leave town.”

  “Just trust me, please. We have to get out as soon as possible. The town isn’t safe.”

  “Where are we going to go?” she asked.

  “As far away as we can get,” Paul said.

  “Are you guys ready or what?” Jordan called from the inside of the Humvee.

  “I want my mom,” Julie said, tears running down her tired face.

  “It’s going to be okay,” Paul said, squeezing her shoulder.”

  “You say that, but it’s never true.”

  “We’re going to find your mom, I know it,” Paul said. “But we have to go now.”

  Paul’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He almost had forgotten what receiving a text message felt like. He retrieved the phone and, at first glance, it appeared to be another alert message. Instead he was greeted by Samantha.

  “Oh my God,” Paul said, holding his phone as if it were the Holy Grail.

  “What is it?” Julie asked.

  “It’s a text from your mother,” Paul said.

  Julie grabbed the phone from Paul without hesitation.

  “Hey,” Paul said. Julie ignored him and opened the message.

  Been trying to reach you guys for hours. I’m so scared. Please God, I hope you’re okay. Attacks everywhere. Call me back. I love you both.

  Paul pulled the phone from Julie’s clutches and read the message. He instantly dialed her number, but again, the call failed to go through. He rose from the ground and took Julie’s hand.

  “You see? I told you that she’s okay. We’re going to find her.”

  “How?” Julie ask
ed.

  “We have to get to Colorado.”

  The aftermath of nuclear war has spread across the country, and there are no clear answers to the impending chaos in the wake of such unimaginable and devastating events. Paul, a computer technician from a small town in Pennsylvania, continues his quest to escape the fallout of a nearby strike with his stepdaughter Julie in tow. Together, they're on a mission to find Paul's wife and Julie's mother, Samantha, before it's too late.

  During their travels over state lines, they discover a quaint rural community, safely tucked away and sealed off from the dangers of the outside world. The town, led by a former county sheriff, offers hope and normalcy for visitors lost in a sea of confusion. Trouble soon comes in the form of a doomsday cult and their fanatical leader that reside nearby awaiting a reckoning of apocalyptic proportions. The mysterious group soon wants the town for their own purposes and is willing to take it by force. This second installment of the dystopian series “The Decay” will keep you on the edge of your seat, where nothing is safe and humanity has reached its breaking point.

  The Decay: Episode Two

  Chapter One

  An Empty Neighborhood

  Their sneakers hit the cracked pavement of an empty two-lane residential road. Their pace quickened with the thought of seeing someone, anyone, up ahead. Aaron and Steve were neighbors and childhood friends, now almost teenagers. Aaron, thirteen, was one year older than Steve, though they were both born in August. Aaron’s birthday was also a week before Steve’s.

  “Looks like your mom and dad just couldn’t catch up with mine,” Aaron would tell Steve in jest.

  This time, however, there was no room for jokes. They were alone in a deserted neighborhood, trying to figure out where their parents were, or anyone else for that matter. Few houses had cars in the driveways, even fewer looked occupied. The streetlights weren’t on and darkness blanketed the sky. Their neighborhood felt haunted, like a ghost town in a dream.

  Naturally, Aaron had suspicions that their parents, or perhaps the entire neighborhood, were excluding them from something. Both Aaron and Steve’s parents were good friends with each other and would often go out on the town, leaving the two boys to play. This was usually the case on a Friday, and as much as Steve and Aaron enjoyed playing video games or eating pizza on a Friday night, they would soon become bored and wander the neighborhood streets. This urge intensified after the power went out and they could no longer watch television. Their cell phones weren’t working either. After a walk around town, they believed everything might go back to normal. It was generally a quiet neighborhood, but not ever this quiet.

  “Where the hell is everyone?” Aaron asked.

  “Beats me,” Steve said while messing with his smartphone.

  “Dude, just give it up, reception is out,” Aaron said.

  “I don’t care, I’m gonna keep trying,” Steve said back.

  They could hear the faint sound of emergency sirens in the distance. No one in town had figured out exactly where the sound was coming from or what they were meant for, but the boys had assumed that their origins lay in the town’s power plants or an army base somewhere. It felt like they were the only ones who could hear it--like it was meant for them--and with no one else around, it seemed possible.

  “It’s probably aliens,” Aaron suggested. “Aliens came down, took everyone with them, and left us here to rot.”

  “Maybe we should just go back to the house,” Steve said.

  Aaron whipped around in a flash.

  “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “This is a dream come true. There’s no one around. We can do whatever we want.”

  “There has to be someone around. There’s no way aliens got everyone,” Steve said.

  With Steve’s doubt, Aaron felt even more determined to make his point. “Let’s find out,” he said.

  He pivoted toward the house on their right, with its shut blinds, closed garage door, and empty oil-stained driveway. He walked right up to the front door and pressed the doorbell, but it didn’t sound. Aaron knocked as Steve stood a few feet behind. No one answered. There were no footsteps, no dog barking--nothing. Aaron held his ear against the door but couldn’t hear a thing. He built his nerves, raised his hand to the doorknob, and twisted the handle.

  “What are you doing?” Steve asked.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Aaron said, looking down at the knob.

  He tried to turn it, but it was locked. He backed away from the door.

  “Okay, let’s go,” he said.

  Steve followed as they walked to the next house.

  “So are we just going to check every house on the block?” Steve asked.

  “Why not?” Aaron asked back. “It’s the only way we can be sure.”

  They went from house to house along the road, each one similar in design, twenty to thirty years old, Victorian in nature. Aaron rapped on each door, and each time they received no answer. Both Aaron and Steve found it hard to believe that everyone could just vanish in such a manner, but it gradually seemed to be the case. An emergency siren was wailing from afar. They thought the siren might have had something to do with the desertion of the neighborhood.

  “Do you think it’s safe to be out here?” Steve asked while zipping up his jacket following a cool chill in the air.

  “I don’t know,” Aaron said.

  They began to feel concerned as the situation grew less humorous and more real. They approached one of the last houses on the block. It was a one-story brick home with a large wooden front patio and a swing that was chained to the ceiling. Various potted plants aligned the side of the porch against the house. It looked to the boys like the sort of house an elderly person would live in, but Aaron knew better. He was pretty sure a girl from their school lived here.

  “Isn’t this Julie’s house?” he asked Steve.

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” Steve said.

  Aaron banged on the door and then waited. He tried the doorbell, but no sound came.

  “How many times are you going to do that? There’s no power, remember?” Steve said.

  Aaron became irritated, partly because he knew Steve was right. “I keep forgetting, okay? Get off my back about it,” he said.

  Steve tried to peek through the windows, but all curtains were closed and the blinds drawn. Aaron walked away from the door and halted immediately once they reached the driveway. In front of him was a white, four-door Chevy Tahoe. It was covered in leaves and sticks from the oak tree above, looking as if it hadn’t been driven in a while.

  “We should probably get back to the house now. It’s getting dark,” Steve said.

  “We’ll go back in one minute, let me check something first.” Aaron placed his hands on the driver’s side door handle and pulled. He felt a click and the door opened.

  “Wow,” Aaron said, clearly excited.

  Steve looked at him curiously. Aaron climbed into the car.

  “What are you doing?” Steve asked.

  Aaron didn’t respond as he rummaged through the car. He went through the middle console and then the glove box. Steve stood awkwardly outside, as if keeping watch. Aaron took notice and egged him on further. “Dude, get in,” he said.

  Steve looked around again then walked over to the other side of the car. He opened the door and asked, “What is it?”

  “Take a seat,” Aaron said with a satisfied smile plastered across his face. He clutched something in his hand, but Steve couldn’t tell what it was. Steve reluctantly sat in the passenger seat as if waiting for some revelation on Aaron’s part.

  “You will never guess what I just found,” Aaron said.

  “A million dollars?” Steve replied.

  “No man, look,” Aaron said, waving a single key in the air. “Looks like we found the spare.”

  “Holy crap,” Steve said. “Are you serious?”

  “That’s what it looks like.”

  Aaron examined the key more carefully then stuck it into the igni
tion switch. It fit perfectly. He turned the switch and the car started. Aaron hit the dashboard in excitement. Steve sat nearby in disbelief. Their sheer luck in finding an unlocked car with a key inside was baffling. Aaron chalked it up to fate.

  “It’s like we were meant to find this car.”

  Steve wasn’t convinced.

  “Do you even know how to drive?” he asked. Aaron leaned close to Steve.

  “Someone left the car here for us. How else can you explain this?”

  “Do you know how to drive?” Steve asked again.

  “How hard could it be?” Aaron shot back.

  He pressed down on the gas pedal with his foot. The Tahoe’s engine revved as a result. Aaron quickly took his foot off the pedal then pressed down on the brake pedal. It seemed pretty simple, naturally awkward. He had driven a go-kart before, last summer, and felt like the car couldn’t have been much different. The luck of finding a car with the key in it would have been any child’s dream. But it actually was a simple act of carelessness.

  Samantha, the car’s owner, knew about the spare, but didn’t give it much thought. It was technically referred to as the “valet key” by the owner’s manual. When she parked the car after a long day’s work, she was on the phone, highly distracted by conversation. She didn’t lock the car as she normally would have, and when she went away on business, she had left the car ready for the taking. The chances of someone stealing her car, at the time, seemed slim to none, in their generally quiet and safe neighborhood.

  Aaron continued to fumble with the brakes and gas pedal. The gearshift was located on the steering wheel, with the different gears listed on the front dashboard. Aaron looked it over, trying to make sense of the letters: P R N OD D 2 1. The arrow was currently in the P position. Aaron gripped the lever, placed his foot on the brake, and moved it to the R position. He hesitated to take his foot off the brake.

  “Are you actually going to try to drive this thing?” Steve asked.

  “We have to do something. We can find out where everyone went,” Aaron replied.

  “Yeah, but—”