Alaskan Undead Apocalypse (Book 3): Mitigation Book 3)

by Sean Schubert

  Epilogue

  Shangri-La. El Dorado. Camelot. Whittier, Alaska. Each of these places held mythic properties during its time. Well, three out of four did anyway. Whittier was at least real, an attribute the other cities couldn’t claim, though Whittier’s shine was much less shimmering. Each, however, attracted the attentions and affections of some very enthusiastic seekers during its day.

  Whittier, again as opposed to its municipal brethren, was also in a position to be able to deliver on its purported promises. This was primarily due to the proverbial expectations bar having been set so low because of the track record of the others. None seemed to ever be able to deliver.

  El Dorado was the lost city of gold sought out by Conquistadors from the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries. The lucky soul or souls who happened upon its storied halls was rewarded with untold riches and a lifetime of spending without any care given to earning. Entire fortunes were spent pursuing the elusive city and yet no one was ever able to lay hands on the mythic and epic treasure.

  Shangri-La was a peaceful utopia, free of want and aging in a turbulent world full of suffering and loss. A cast of seekers ranging from Tibetan Monks to wayward adventurers sought the undying lands which always managed to stay just one step away despite entire lifetimes devoted to searching.

  On the other hand, there was Whittier, Alaska. It wasn’t a bad place, nor did it always deserve the playful moniker “Shittier” to which it was referred by regional locals. The weather was typically lousy but the fishing was most often good. Truth be told, there really wasn’t much Whittier to Whittier.

  It was a nice community, once upon a time, but that wasn’t the present draw for Neil and his companions. They sought neither gold nor other treasure. They weren’t even on the hunt for an epic fishing trip as promised by many a charter fishing brochure. Neil, Jerry, Emma, and the others were looking for the peace of Shangri-La without the utopian visions. They wanted to find a place where they could just stop running and let some moss begin to grow.

  With Whittier so close but still separated from them by a door of titan proportions, they couldn’t know if the town was a sanctuary waiting on the other side or a Pandora’s Box of suffering waiting to be cracked open. There was no way of knowing, short of finding a way beyond the barrier.

  There was nowhere left for them to run.

  And so the final leg of the Alaskan Undead Apocalypse will play out in Whittier in Resolution.

  Table of Contents

  PART I

  Prologue

  PART II

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-Eight

  Twenty-Nine

  Thirty

  Thirty-One

  Thirty-Two

  Thirty-Three

  Thirty-Four

  PART III

  Thirty-Five

  Thirty-Six

  Thirty-Seven

  Thirty-Eight

  Thirty-Nine

  Forty

  Forty-One

  Forty-Two

  Forty-Three

  Forty-Four

  Forty-Five

  Forty-Six

  Forty-Seven

  Forty-Eight

  Forty-Nine

  Fifty

  Fifty-One

  Fifty-Two

  Fifty-Three

  Fifty-Four

  Fifty-Five

  Fifty-Six

  Fifty-Seven

  Fifty-Eight

  Fifty-Nine

  Sixty

  Sixty-One

  Sixty-Two

  Sixty-Three

  Sixty-Four

  Sixty-Five

  Epilogue