All Chapters of Frozen Rebirth: I Will Outlive You All: Chapter 61
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The Infinite Harvest
"The anchor cables are failing!" Marcus yelled The steel lines snapped with a deafening crack. Metal shrapnel whipped through the air and sparked against the concrete retaining wall.The Frost Stalker towered over the bloody clearing. It shook the remaining chains loose from the crystalline trees and let out a primal roar.The sound vibrated the ice beneath their boots. Marcus gripped the handle of his combat axe tight. A spike of panic hit his veins. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Acid churned deep in his stomach as he watched the jaws snap blindly in the snow."We need to retreat," Marcus pleaded. He took a slow step backward in the deep powder. "The beast is breaking free. It will hunt us next.""Do not swing that axe," Logan ordered. "Close combat is suicide against that mass. Your mutated bones will break on impact.""We cannot outrun it," Marcus argued. "The snow is too deep. It will smell our fear before we reach the city streets."Logan turned his atten
Three Squad May Die
"Moving this creature is impossible"Marcus kicked a chunk of bloody ice near the snout of the paralyzed Frost Stalker. The beast lay motionless in the frozen park. Its sheer volume dwarfed the two men standing over it. The pale scales reflected the dull winter light."We possess mutated muscle density," Logan pointed out. He stood over the creature and analyzed the torso. "We have the strength to shift the weight.""We cannot drag a reptile across two miles of deep snowdrifts," Marcus argued. He paced the length of the scaly body to emphasize his point. "The friction against the ice alone will snap our spines before we reach the city streets. We will burn thousands of calories just trying to move the tail."Logan stared at the enormous claws dug into the frozen dirt. He processed the variables and agreed with Marcus. Manual transport would expose them to the elements for hours. The bleeding carcass would attract every scavenger in Silver Lake.Logan reached up and pressed the transm
The Collision
"Grab the second rifle."Logan tossed the weapon across the frozen ground. His hands shook uncontrollably as the steel anchor cables snapped in the background. The loud cracks echoed through the dead park.Logan's heart hammered furiously against his ribs. A cold sweat broke out across his neck as panic flooded his central nervous system. The primal fear of being hunted overwhelmed his logic for a brief moment. He snatched his own sniper rifle from the snow with trembling fingers. "We have to run," Marcus yelled over the roaring wind. "It is fully awake.""Do not look back," Logan ordered.Logan turned his back on the predator. He sprinted toward the ruined city streets. Marcus followed right beside him. The crunch of crystalline trees snapping behind them echoed through the park. The Frost Stalker roared, shaking the ice beneath their boots. Its claws tore chunks of frozen dirt into the air."Fire!!! Fire over your shoulder," Logan commanded between ragged gasps for air. "Aim for th
The Blood Toll
"Spread out and aim for their knees!"Logan shouted the command from the cargo bed of the transport. The truck idled on the frozen street while three towering cannibals crashed into the militia.The Man Eaters moved with terrifying velocity. They ignored the verbal warning and charged directly into the bright muzzle flashes of the defending soldiers. The militiamen fired caliber rounds to halt the advance. The cannibals anticipated the weapon trajectories with predatory instincts. They ducked and wove through the incoming lead with unnatural agility. Their bare feet slapped against the black ice as they closed the distance in mere seconds."Hold the line!" Marcus ordered his squad. He swung his combat axe at the nearest one.The cannibal dodged the steel blade with effortless grace. He grabbed a soldier by the vest and hurled the man against the side of the transport. The impact dented the steel siding and shattered the man's spine. The soldier collapsed onto the ice and stopped breat
The Usurpers' Feast
"Pour another cup of the grain liquor."Logan stepped out of the freezing storm and crossed the threshold of the staging garage. The tungsten doors ground shut behind him and sealed out the howling blizzard.The air inside the bunker hung thick with the scent of roasting pork and distilled alcohol. A dozen soldiers sat circled around a steel fire barrel in the center of the cavernous room.They ripped into foil packets of Logan's private reserve rations. They chewed the premium meat and passed a metal canteen of liquor between their scarred hands."The boy king ran into the snow to die," a soldier named Miller laughed. He wiped thick grease from his chin. "He thought his shiny toys made him invincible against the ice.""He fed himself to the monsters," another soldier added. He tossed an empty ration wrapper into the fire. "Now we own the vault and all the food."Logan stood near the front bumper of the idling transport. They raided my stores the second I left the perimeter, he though
The Feeding Room
"Give me the names of the thieves."Logan issued the command and waited for a response. The fifty militiamen stood frozen in the staging garage. They shifted their weight on the wet floorboards and avoided eye contact with their king. Nobody raised a finger to identify the mutineers hiding in their ranks."You choose silence to protect them," Logan observed. He looked at the bruised faces of Ashton and Lily. "You value a false sense of brotherhood over the safety of this camp."He turned his attention to his engineer. "Eric, open the freight elevator doors."Eric ran to the wall panel and engaged the lift mechanism. The grated steel doors rattled open with a loud mechanical clatter."Marcus, bring the tow chains," Logan instructed his commander. "We are moving the harvest into the lower levels."Marcus grabbed the thick metal lines securing the dormant creature to the truck bumper. He wrapped the cold iron links tight around his own hands for leverage. The loyalists pitched in to help
The Warlord's Decree
"Hold your fire until they step onto the exposed asphalt."Logan issued the command through his chest radio. He stood on the freezing reinforced roof of the Hawthorne bunker. The polar wind lashed across his face.He stepped up to the edge of the roof and gripped the icy parapet railing. The freezing metal bit into his bare hands. His mutated body pumped fierce heat through his veins to combat the chill.He looked out across the ruined city. The apocalyptic freeze had fractured Silver Lake into two distinct territories.Logan controlled the northern district. His automated turrets and impenetrable walls secured the quiet, snow covered suburbs. The Hogul Dah ruled the southern commercial ruins.A wide strip of shattered asphalt severed the two domains. The ruined highway served as a desolate neutral ground between their borders.Over a hundred pale giants gathered on the southern edge of that dead zone. The Man Eaters stood shoulder to shoulder in the swirling snow. They wore crude arm
The Genesis of the Hogul Dah
"Bring the carcass to the freight elevator."Logan issued the command on the freezing bunker roof. He wiped his bloody combat blade on his slacks and sheathed the weapon.Marcus grabbed the headless corpse of the cannibal brother by the ankles. The commander dragged the body across the snow. A thick trail of dark blood stained the pristine white powder.Eric and two militiamen hauled the two remaining captive Man Eaters toward the roof access hatch. The pale giants strained against their iron chains. They bared their jagged teeth and hissed at their human handlers."Keep your spears pointed at their spines," Marcus ordered his men. "Do not give them an inch of slack."The group descended the concrete stairs and packed into the large industrial elevator. The steel grate rattled shut. The lift ground downward into the deep foundation of the Hawthorne estate.The heavy scent of copper and raw meat filled the enclosed space. The headless corpse leaked fluids onto the diamond plate floorb
The Crucible of Flesh
"Release the neurotoxin payload."Logan stood at the master control console and watched the monochrome monitor."Valve open," Eric confirmed from his workstation. "The chemical agent is flooding the lower containment vault."Thick white gas poured from the ventilation shafts into the stone room. The colossal reptile inhaled the vapor. Its thick legs buckled under its weight. The beast collapsed onto the floor. The chemical agent paralyzed the nervous system of the monster."Monitor the respiratory rate," Logan instructed the engineer. "Do not kill the beast.""Heartbeat is dropping to a resting state," Eric read the digital display. "The nervous system is locked. The harvest is safe.""Send the butchers down," Logan ordered.Marcus grabbed a bone saw from the steel workbench. He turned to his squad of soldiers."We carve the right thigh today," Marcus instructed the men. "Keep your blades sharp and work fast.""The scales are too thick," Sam complained. He inspected his knife. "My bla
The Calibration Trial
"Keep your guard high or you will swallow your own teeth."Marcus bellowed the warning across the staging garage. He paced along the edge of the large circle painted on the concrete floor.The forty two combatants stood around the perimeter of the ring. The physical conditioning period had transformed the frail survivors into towering giants. Thick ridges of armored skin covered their arms and necks. The proving trial to determine Logan's left hand commander had officially begun.Logan sat on a metal shipping crate. He watched the first wave of brutal eliminations. He had established a simple tournament bracket. The winner of each match advanced to the next round."Enter the ring," Marcus commanded.Lily stepped onto the painted circle. She faced a veteran soldier named Sarah. Lily had survived the serum injection, but her frame remained much smaller than the seasoned militia members."Do not hold back," Lily told the older woman. She raised her fists and adopted a defensive stance."