Chapter 59: The Hunter
Author: Lucien
last update2026-10-22 16:26:18

The snow was deep, and the cold was relentless.

Alyssa pulled her scarf up over her nose, her breath misting in the freezing air. She stood beside her truck—a heavy-duty, dark green pickup with a plow on the front and a reinforced steel bumper. The engine was running, the heater blowing warm air into the cab.

She was alone. She preferred it that way. The Master had his followers, his sheep who needed to be led and fed. Alyssa was different. She was the wolf. She was among the elites who he sent
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  • Chapter 59: The Hunter

    The snow was deep, and the cold was relentless.Alyssa pulled her scarf up over her nose, her breath misting in the freezing air. She stood beside her truck—a heavy-duty, dark green pickup with a plow on the front and a reinforced steel bumper. The engine was running, the heater blowing warm air into the cab.She was alone. She preferred it that way. The Master had his followers, his sheep who needed to be led and fed. Alyssa was different. She was the wolf. She was among the elites who he sent out into the dark when he needed something done.Her mission was simple: Find Nathan Hayes. Bring him back if possible. Kill him if necessary.The Master had not been specific about which outcome he preferred. Alyssa understood why. Nathan had been one of them. He had taken the oath, he had passed the test, and then he had betrayed them. He had stolen a boy—a child of the apocalypse and he had wounded the Master.In Lucian's eyes, a quick death was too merciful for a traitor. But bringing him b

  • Chapter 58: The Gift

    The woods were dangerous. The dead were always wandering.They moved in a tight formation, weapons raised. Amon took point, his rifle barking once as he dropped a twitching corpse in a snowbank. Thorne was right behind him, his hands shaking. Hunter flanked the group.Lucian walked in the center. He didn't carry a weapon. He didn't need one.A horde of the dead came out of the trees, their glassy eyes locking onto the group. There were more than a dozen."Contact!" Amon shouted.Gunfire erupted. It was controlled and vicious. Amon killed seven of them himself, his shots precise and unrelenting. But the dead didn't stop. They kept coming, a wave of grasping hands and snapping jaws.A scream tore through the line. A young man named Boras was pulled down, his throat torn open by a dead man. Then another. And another. By the time the horde was put down, four of their small group were dead or dying, ripped apart in the snow.Lucian watched them die. He didn't feel sorrow. He felt a cold. H

  • Chapter 57: The Furnace

    The woods were silent, save for the crunch of boots in the snow and the ragged, wet breathing of the men carrying him.Lucian couldn't feel his left arm. The bullet had torn through his shoulder, shattering bone and ripping muscle. The second bullet had gone into his side, just below the ribs. It felt like a hot iron was buried inside him, slowly burning its way out."Faster," one of the men grunted. It was Amon, one of his most loyal followers. "We have to get him to the camp.""He's bleeding out," another voice said. Thorne. He sounded terrified. "He's not going to make it.""Shut up," Amon snapped. "The Master doesn't die here."Lucian wanted to laugh. He wanted to tell them how wrong they were. He was just a man. Flesh and blood and bone. He bled just like everyone else.But he couldn't speak. His jaw was locked shut. His teeth were chattering, and not just from the freezing wind.They reached the camp—a small cluster of tents hidden deep in the tree line, several miles from the r

  • Chapter 56: Headshots

    The floodlights cast long, harsh shadows across the yard as Jacob walked Victoria to the kitchen. Scarlett followed them, her arms wrapped around herself, her face pale and blank."Stay here," Jacob said.He went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. When he came back, Scarlett was sitting at the table, crying silently. The tears ran down her cheeks without a sound.Jacob knelt in front of Victoria. He opened the kit and pulled out a clean cloth and some antiseptic."Hold still," he said.He cleaned the bruise on her neck. It was ugly. A dark, purple line where the wrench had pressed against her skin. But the skin wasn't broken. She would heal."Does it hurt?" he asked."A little."He finished cleaning it and put a bandage over it. It wasn't necessary, but it made him feel like he was doing something useful."Thank you," Victoria said quietly.Jacob nodded. He stood up and looked at Scarlett.She was still crying. She hadn't stopped. She was staring at the table, her hands sh

  • Chapter 55: Damages

    Jacob walked back to the fortress.The snow crunched under his boots. The floodlights were still on, casting long, harsh shadows across the yard. The bodies of the dead men lay scattered in the snow.Terry followed behind him, his shotgun still raised. "I'll check the perimeter.""Good," Jacob said. "Make sure none of them doubled back. Although I doubt they would."Terry nodded and moved toward the fence line.Jacob walked into the main house. The power was still out inside. The hallways were pitch black. He pulled a flashlight from the gray space and clicked it on, the beam cutting through the dark.He walked to the safe room at the end of the hall. It was a reinforced steel door. He unlocked it and pulled it open.Victoria and Scarlett were huddled in the corner. Scarlett was shaking, her face pale. Victoria was standing in front of her, holding a heavy wrench in her hands, ready to swing.Scarlett ran to Jacob, throwing her arms around him. "I thought you were dead.""I'm not," he

  • Chapter 54: Surprise

    Evelyn was running out of time.She knew the cult was out there. They had been camping in the woods around the ridge for what seemed like forever. They had dropped her off a mile away, told her to walk the rest of the distance. Make her seem helpless. Make her escape seem more believable. They had been waiting patiently for her to give the signal.The signal was the darkness.Evelyn was supposed to cut the power. The fortress would go dark, the security cameras would die, and the solar panels, if there were any would be useless under the thick, red tinged clouds. It was a perfect ambush.But her first attempt had failed.She had slipped out of the house two nights ago. The generator was at a reinforced concrete shed near the back of the property, a heavy exhaust pipe jutting from the roof. She had managed to get inside, managed to loosen the main fuel line. But a backup battery had kicked in, keeping the gate lights and the main fence humming. She had been lucky. No one had suspected

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