ECHOES OF WAR
ALSO BY CHERYL CAMPBELL FANTASY
Burnt Mountain: The Monster Within
Burnt Mountain: One in the Chamber
Burnt Mountain: Do and Die
Burnt Mountain: Rhyllia
Burnt Mountain: When Heroes Fall
Copyright © 2019
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Published by SparkPress, a BookSparks imprint,
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Phoenix, Arizona, USA, 85007
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Published 2019
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN: 978-1-68463-006-6 (pbk)
ISBN: 978-1-68463-007-3 (e-bk)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019937838
Formatting by Katherine Lloyd, The Desk
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
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is entirely coincidental.
For Rich, Kris, Chris, Allison, and Donna
CHAPTER
1
Dani spent her morning the same as she’d done countless other mornings. She was a survivor, and she planned her day with the intent to live to see the next one. She didn’t know that she would die in a few hours, or that her next life’s path would put her on a course to save the lives of countless others.
A tendril of smoke wafted up from the melting rubber as Dani held the candle’s flame near the end of it. When the dull, black fragment of the tire’s inner tube began to crack and smolder, she removed it from the heat. The thin piece of rubber would erupt into flames itself if she wasn’t careful, and she’d have to start over.
She applied the softened edge of the inner tube to a crack in the aged insulation covering a copper wire lying on the top of the table. She poured off the liquid candle wax into a container for reuse later before moving the candle aside. Then she picked up the length of the wiring with both hands and worked the softened rubber over the crack in the wire’s insulation until it filled the gap. The reinforced seal wouldn’t last long, but it was the best solution she had for reusing the wires until she could scavenge something better.
Dani repeated this process for several minutes, until she had all the breaks in the insulation repaired. She tapped the rubber with her fingertip, and when she was satisfied that it had cooled enough, she slid the completed portion to the left to inspect the next foot of wire for more cracks. She resumed her melting-patching technique, working left to right, until the entire length of wire was repaired. Once finished, she carefully rolled the wire and placed it in a box with others like it.
The stench of burned rubber hung in the room. She lifted her knife and sharpening stone from the table. Miles stirred in her bed as she slid the blade along the stone, but Dani didn’t try to silence the noise. He needed to get up anyway. She glanced at the dog bed made of blanket scraps on the floor next to the table where she worked. It was empty, and her chest ached. I need to move that stuff out of sight so I stop looking at it, she thought.
Her eyes stung with the thought of her dead dog; she placed the knife and stone back on the table, rubbed the hint of tears from her eyes, and passed her hands through her short, unruly hair. She sniffled as she pushed her chair back to stand. Her shadow danced on the wall in the candlelight while she adjusted her tattered wool trousers. She’d stolen the pants off a dead, human MP. For a small man, the dead policeman’s pants were big—too big for her. His boots, however, were perfect.
Dani tucked her threadbare T-shirt into her waistband then reached for her belt, which—along with other articles of clothing—had been tossed aside when she and Miles tumbled into her bed last night. The thin, lumpy mattress on the floor wasn’t much to sleep on, but she and Miles hadn’t done much sleeping. She eyed his duty belt with his plasma pistol still holstered in it. A weapon like that would be much better protection for her when she was out scavenging than the knife and pistol she currently used.
She left Miles’s gun and belt where they lay and instead lifted her jacket, the dead MP’s jacket, from the floor and placed it on the back of her chair.
Miles groaned and rolled to his back. “You’ve been melting rubber again.” He opened his eyes and blinked in the darkness. “Why aren’t you using the lamp?”
“MPs were poking around the block yesterday, but they didn’t find my lines tapping into their power. If I don’t consistently pull from their grid, they can’t catch me,” Dani said. She tightened her belt around her waist and slipped the knife into the sheath on her belt. She sat in her chair again, unrolled another length of old wire, and began inspecting the insulation for gaps.
“How long have you been up?” he asked.
Dani shrugged without taking her eyes from her work. “A while.”
“Jace steals wiring for you to steal power from the Commonwealth. Shit, Dani, you get caught and you’re in a labor camp for a minimum of five years.”
“How many years will you get as an MP sleeping with a Brigand and not arresting her for stealing from the Commonwealth?”
Miles groaned and rolled out of the bed in search of his clothes.
She hid her grin and pulled the candle close to begin the mundane task of melting the rubber. Miles’s movements in the background quieted as he shifted closer to stand behind her. His hand touched her left shoulder.
“Not now, Miles.”
She remained hunched over the table, focused first on heating the rubber and then on placing the melted edge in the right spot on the wire.
His warm breath blew across her neck just before his lips arrived.
“You’re going to make me burn myself,” she said, but she didn’t tell him to stop.
His mouth moved up her neck, and his tongue touched her skin. She wanted to resist his advance, but the sensation made her close her eyes. A tingle and mild shiver coursed through her body from her neck to her groin. Her hands wavered, and the strip of rubber ignited in a flash of heat. The flaming piece of rubber landed on the back of the hand she was holding the candle with, and she bolted away from the table and Miles, dropping everything as she stood. The chair and candle toppled with her movement.
Dani dragged the back of her hand across the coarse fabric of her trousers, wincing from the pain of the burn.
Miles slapped the piece of burning rubber to the floor and grabbed his boot to put the fire out. With the room now completely dark, he fumbled with objects on the table to find a match to relight the candle. After a few seconds, he growled with frustration and abandoned the task. He tripped over the chair with a curse and turned on the lamp between the bed and table. He stared up at her while still kneeling on the floor and clinging to the lamp’s pole. “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck off.” Dani sat on the bed and examined the burn on her hand. The melted rubber had stuck to her skin. In her haste to stop her flesh from burning, she’d tried to wipe it off. Instead, she’d torn her damaged skin and the melted rubber had smeared across more of her hand, taking more freshly burned skin off in the process. She picked up the canteen of water she kept next to her bed. Miles reached to help her, but she pushed him away.
Once she had the cap unscrewed, she poured water over her burn. The searing pain eased some, but not enough. As soon as the water trickled off her hand, air reached the exposed wound, making her hand f
eel like it was on fire again.
“You need to clean the burn to keep it from getting infected,” Miles said.
“I do not need your help with this.”
He continued to kneel on the floor, and his attention turned to the lamp. His eyes followed the cord down to where the bare ends of its wires wrapped around the posts of a car battery.
“Christ, Dani, you stole a battery out of one of the MP trucks?”
She placed the canteen on the floor and went to a stack of totes in the corner of her room.
“Forget what I said about the labor camp. They’ll just execute you if they ever find out about half the shit you’ve taken from their supplies.”
Dani shrugged. “I needed the battery so I could come off their grid to repair my wires. I used the candle today to save the battery you’re now draining for me.”
She lifted the first two totes off the stack and opened the third while Miles finished dressing in silence. She pulled a small metal box from the tote and brought it to the table. She righted her chair and sat with a heavy sigh to inspect her wound. Black remnants of rubber remained stuck to her skin at the edges of the burn. She’d have to leave them for now; the injury was too raw for her to properly clean it without taking something for the pain.
Miles pulled on his boots and paused. “You waxed my boots.”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks! Nothing is worse than wet socks.” He finished lacing his boots and stood to button his shirt. Dani glared at him. She was still angry about the mishap, but she also loathed his uniform. The Commonwealth of North America’s logo resided on the left side of his shirt; his last name, Jackman, was lettered on the right. “MP” was plastered in large letters to the outside of both his shoulders, and his second lieutenant insignia decorated his shirt collar. She’d always believed the CNA was stupid to advertise their military police members with the shoulder badges. It made them easier targets for Wardens. Still, she cared for Miles.
“Dani, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean for you to burn yourself.”
She squeezed a line of ointment over the burn and wound a roll of gauze around her hand to cover it. She wrapped a length of tape around the gauze and tore it off with her teeth. With the burn protected from the air, the worst of the pain eased.
“The MPs are raiding C Block today to clear it of Brigands,” Miles said.
“Clear it? You mean ‘kidnap civilians to be troops for the CNA.’ Call it what it is, Miles. Don’t hide what you do by giving it some name that helps you sleep better at night.”
“I know you hate what we do, but it’s the only way we can keep our numbers up against the Wardens.”
“There are plenty of other ways to fight this war with the Wardens.” She tossed the tape and tube of ointment back into the medical kit.
“Don’t scavenge today, Dani.”
She laughed and shook her head. “It’s how Brigands survive, Miles. If I don’t scavenge, I don’t eat.”
“I’ll bring you food tonight.”
“I’m going out today.”
Miles sighed and snatched his jacket off the floor. “Avoid C Block. You don’t have Brody to watch your back anymore.”
Dani tightened her jaw.
“I’m sorry to bring him up. I know you miss him, but—”
Dani slammed the lid on the small medical kit closed, ending the conversation.
“Be careful today, please. Stay away from the Echoes.”
She left the table and lifted her jacket from where it had fallen on the floor when the chair toppled. “Brigand Echoes are just like Brigand humans. We’re focused on staying alive and free while you and the Wardens kill each other.”
Miles put his jacket on and yanked the zipper up, covering his uniform top. “Fine! Go play with your Brigand friends today. But stay the fuck out of C Block!” He stomped out of her room and slammed the door behind him.
Dani slipped into her jacket, leaving the front of it open. She lived among the war’s civilians, scavenging and stealing from the Commonwealth and Wardens alike. She didn’t need to hide her identity. She turned the lamp off and walked out the door.
Brigands only had one goal: survive. They left the fighting to the idiots who wanted to kill each other.
CHAPTER
2
An upper corner of the tattered map sagged where it had torn free from the tape still stuck to the wall. Dani took another bite of her wafer and pushed the edge of the map up with the palm of her hand. She chewed while she studied the thicker lines marked over the city. Portland, Maine, was divided into six blocks. C Block was in the southwestern part of the city’s remnants, which was also the location of the MP Stroudwater Barracks. The MP camp was near where the airport used to be, before the Wardens turned it into rubble.
Dani and her uncle lived in B Block in the center of the city, which was poor even by Brigand standards. B Block’s population remained under a hundred, so an attack from either MPs or Wardens was unlikely. C Block offered the best opportunities to raid MP stores; in fact, it was the block where Dani had scavenged the wafer she was now eating. But given Miles’s warning regarding C Block, she decided to tackle E Block, also known as the Old Port, instead today. With its old fishing wharves and numerous warehouses, E Block always had food and supplies waiting to be stolen. Poaching fish was one of the many crimes Dani had committed in that block before, and she planned to do it again today. Miles could have his raid and she could do her scavenging, and she’d still be far from the MPs’ crosshairs.
“You need to stay in today,” Jace said.
Dani glanced over her shoulder at the older man. He still moved without a sound—impressive for someone in his sixties. “I know about the raid, Jace.”
He pushed the menagerie of tools in front of him on the workbench aside and placed his gnarled leather messenger bag on it. “Raid or not, you’re staying in.”
Dani sighed and continued examining the map.
“Dani.”
“What, Uncle?” she asked, her tone sharp. When he didn’t speak, she released the map and turned to face him. Without her hand to keep it up, the map’s upper corner rolled back down the wall.
“What happened to your hand?”
“I was careless when I was repairing wire casings this morning. It’s fine,” she said. The ache turned to a throb when she held her hand by her side.
“I’ll hunt today. Stay here to work on the wiring and take care of your hand.”
She opened her filth-covered pack on the bench. “Don’t bring back any more old wiring. I have plenty. I’ll search the warehouses in the Old Port today for newer strips. The older wires work, but a nice length of something less ancient would provide more consistent power for us.”
She spread out an oil-stained cloth and rolled two sets of wire cutters in the fabric to keep them from clanking together inside her pack when she walked. The most successful Brigands survived by not making noise, and Jace had trained her well.
“Keep an eye out for anything solar. Any size will do, but bigger is better. I’m close to having everything I need to make a solar panel so we don’t need the Commonwealth’s grid at all,” she said as she continued to put more tools into her pack.
Jace didn’t respond, so Dani looked up. “What?”
“You’re not going out.”
“We had this conversation yesterday. We’re not doing it again today, Jace.”
He reached for her pack; she moved it out of his reach.
“First Miles and now you are dictating how I will spend my day? Good luck with that.”
“Please, don’t leave B Block today. Will you stay if I ask nicely?”
Dani laughed at her uncle’s attempt to be polite. “What’s gotten into you?”
Jace’s wrinkled hands found a screwdriver with a broken handle on the bench. He fiddled with it but didn’t answer her question. His knuckles, bulbous from arthritis, bobbed as he turned the tool in his hands.
“Jace!”
“Why are you being weird? You’ve been acting strange for two weeks.”
“No guns.”
Dani groaned and removed the pistol from her belt.
Jace’s sudden changes in behavior over the last two weeks had caused frequent arguments, mostly over Dani taking the pistol with her while scavenging. Each day he begged her to leave it behind, though she was safer with the weapon. Sometimes it was easier to just give in to his badgering. Today, she didn’t bother pleading her case.
“Miles thinks I’m a pain in his ass. He should spend some time with you,” Dani said as she placed the gun and holster on the bench between her and Jace.
“You should stop seeing him. He’s an MP. He could turn on us at any moment,” Jace said, his eyes still on the tool in his hand.
“He won’t.”
Jace glanced up at her. “Why not?”
Dani shrugged. “I think he loves me.”
The old man shook his head and groaned. “The CNA can’t be trusted. Does he still hate Echoes?”
“Echoes announced their presence on Earth by blowing it to shit forty years ago, Jace. Plus, if you kill the bastards, their bodies renew, and they come back again for another round. Humans have a good reason to hate Echoes.”
“Do you hate them?”
“No, but I’m fine avoiding Echoes and other humans to stay alive.”
“Except you don’t avoid Miles.”
“He’s not your concern. You and I survive just fine.”
“I don’t know how much longer we can.”
Dani tilted her head. “How much longer we can what? Survive?”
He tossed the screwdriver back on the bench and passed his callused palm over his face. “It all starts with the dog.”
Dani blinked and shook her head. “Huh?”
“Everything goes downhill once the dog dies.”
A familiar twinge in her chest returned with the mention of a dead dog. “What dog?”
“Your dog. The one you always get that always dies, and then the shit goes sideways.”
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