Xenofall (The Wasteland Chronicles, Book 7)

  Xenofall

  The Wasteland Chronicles, Volume 7

  Kyle West

  Published by Kyle West, 2014.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  XENOFALL

  First edition. June 27, 2014.

  Copyright © 2014 Kyle West.

  ISBN: 978-1501455063

  Written by Kyle West.

  Also by Kyle West

  The Wasteland Chronicles

  Apocalypse

  Origins

  Evolution

  Revelation

  Darkness

  Extinction

  Xenofall

  Watch for more at Kyle West’s site.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Also By Kyle West

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Epilogue

  A Note

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Contact

  Glossary

  Also By Kyle West

  Thanks for sticking with me for seven books, 1,800 pages, and 450,000 words. It's been an incredible journey, and here's to many more.

  Chapter 1

  “On my mark,” Makara said. “Move up the rise. And stay low.”

  The surrounding fungus emanated an ethereal glow, and the air was warm and sticky. Our squad sat with backs to a large boulder. Stilted trees twisted from the xenofungal bed. In the distance, a crawler shrieked.

  “Go,” Makara said.

  Makara and I, along with four other Angels, advanced up the hill at a crouch, the fungus squishing beneath our boots. Perseus hovered high in the clouds, piloted by Anna and ready to descend at a moment’s notice. We were in the Great Blight, after all; things could change in an instant.

  Three meteorites had fallen near 3:00this location in Central Texas, and Makara wanted to inspect them up close. The one we were after had impacted not two hours ago, but Makara wanted to investigate all three. So, she had split us into three teams – Samuel and Ruth led one, while Julian and Michael led the other. Makara and I headed this one, and Grudge had come along for additional support.

  At last, we made it to the top of the hill. Below, the Blighted valley spread, glowing in the night. A thin stream wove between the hills, its flow and gurgle audible even with distance. Judging by its quick flow, it was water rather than Radaskim ichor. In the center of that stream was a large boulder, out of the center of which radiated a molten glow. Steam hissed from the rock’s sides where the water touched it.

  “There it is,” Makara said.

  She raised a pair of binoculars enhanced with night vision to her eyes. I wished I could get a look, but I had to make do with my own eyes. Xenotrees grew thick on the stream’s banks and alien chirps echoed in the hills. The clouds hung low, blocking starlight, though the bioluminescence of the vegetation provided ample light.

  Makara lowered the binoculars. “Can’t see a damn thing. We’ll have to get closer.”

  Grudge grunted. “Sounds like a bad idea.”

  “Maybe,” Makara said. “But we’re not finding anything out up here, that’s for damn sure.”

  “Maybe we should give it a bit more time?” one of the other men asked.

  “No,” Makara said. “The time is now.”

  The wind blew, warm and humid, like the exhalation of a beast. Being in the Great Blight was like being inside a living thing. That suffocating feeling went beyond the physical; it was like a thousand eyes watching your every move. The longer we remained, the more the Radaskim became aware of our presence.

  It wouldn’t be long until Askala noticed us as well.

  The meteors had fallen all over America, and maybe even all over the world. We were investigating the ones in Texas because they were far from our usual action, and hopefully, less likely to draw Askala’s attention. All the same, we still had to get in and get out soon.

  My thoughts wandered to Ashton. It had been a day since his death, and we had done all the grieving we had been allowed – which was very little. I felt he would have known what to do about these meteorites, and probably would have had some theories about what they were.

  “Alright,” Makara said, lowering her binoculars. “We’ve been looking down there for two minutes now, and nothing’s moving.” She paused a moment before giving a nod. “If anything jumps out at us...shoot first.”

  Then, Makara walked downhill at a crouch, the rest of us following suit.

  The glow of the fallen rock brightened as we advanced. It was about the size of a small house, and it was hard to imagine something this large falling from the sky without completely obliterating this valley. The boulder emanated a pink, molten glow that cast the valley in dancing light. I didn’t think any of us expected the meteorite to be so big. Perhaps the fungus had padded its fall somewhat, or maybe it had impacted at a low velocity.

  As we advanced, I could see that downstream, the water radiated a pinkish light that seemed to come from the meteor. The pink riddled the stream, contaminating the water.

  Slowly, cautiously, Makara stepped onto the stream’s bank. Water wrapped around the glowing rock, rushing past.

  Grudge joined her, holding out a hand to touch the rock.

  “Don’t touch that,” Makara said.

  “I wasn’t going to,” Grudge said, defensively. He paused, feeling the surrounding air. “It’s warm. Hotter than a stovetop.”

  “Doesn’t surprise me,” Makara said, frowning. “I don’t get it. What’s Askala trying to accomplish with these things?”

  The Angels around her were quiet. She looked directly at me, so I racked my brain for a theory.

  I pointed to the river. “Well, there’s obviously something in this rock. Whatever it is, it’s getting into the water. Maybe it has something to do with that?”

  Makara watched the glowing water downstream. She lifted her radio.

  “Bravo, you have a copy?”

  Samuel answered. “Yeah. We’re by our rock now.”

  “And?”

  “And nothing. It’s still glowing from its re-entry, but there’s nothing around here.” He paused. “Crazy how such a small thing could do so much damage.”

  “Wait,” Makara said. “You said small?”

  “Yeah,” Samuel said. “Probably the size of a watermelon or something. Crater’s as big as a football field.”

  Makara looked up at our rock, the size of a house, which had no discernable crater or sign of impact. She was silent for a moment.

  “Are we in the right place?” she asked me.

  “Should be,” I said, pointing to the giant rock. “You can see it glowing. It definitely fell, maybe at a low velocity. Still, you’d think there’d be more of an impact than just splashing into a stream.”

  “Maybe it was here all along,” Grudge said.

  We both looked at him. He gave a shrug, pointing to the center of the ro
ck.

  “Only that one part of it is actually glowing. Maybe this giant rock was here before, and it was hit by a smaller meteorite.”

  Makara and I inspected the boulder more closely. It was cracked, right down the middle, which I assumed had happened from its initial impact. But Grudge was right; if this entire thing had come from space, it would have laid waste to this area for miles around.

  “Grudge is right,” Makara said. “Most of this thing was here before. It was hit by a smaller meteorite, which caused it to crack. I guess the contagion spread to the rest of the rock, along with the stream.”

  “Makara,” Samuel’s voice came. “Makara, you there?”

  Makara raised the radio again. “Yeah. Just trying to figure things out.”

  “Ruth’s on the line with Julian right now. They’ve found something.”

  The radio sizzled to silence, until Julian’s voice came out.

  “Makara?”

  “Julian. What’d you find?”

  “We’re by the lake now, Point Charlie. The meteorite must have fallen into it, because the whole thing’s changing color. It’s not water, either. It’s that icky crap.”

  “Changing color, how?”

  “Not color, really,” Julian said. “It’s just...getting brighter.”

  “What do you want to do?” Grudge asked Makara.

  Makara held up a hand, quieting him. “We’ll meet you over there, Julian. I’m converging all teams at your location. Point Charlie, you said?”

  “Yeah,” Julian said. “We’ll stay put.”

  “If anything happens,” Makara said. “Call Anna and alert us all. We’ll meet at extraction.”

  “Copy that. Try to hurry. It’s spreading fast. Twenty feet or so a minute, if I had to guess.”

  “Copy that. We’ll be there soon. Over and out.”

  Makara switched frequencies.

  “Samuel, we’re converging on Point Charlie. Head over, stat.”

  “Copy that.”

  At last, Makara switched over to Anna’s line.

  “Perseus, stand by for further orders. All teams are converging on Point Charlie, so let’s use the Charlie extraction point we picked out earlier.”

  “Copy that,” Anna said. “Things are quiet up here. Haven’t seen any more of those things falling, and the infrared shows nothing outside the natural heat of the fungus. You should still be good to go.”

  “All the same, stay alert,” Makara said. “It’s been quiet down here, too.”

  Too quiet, I wanted to add, but I kept my silence.

  “Be careful, Makara,” Anna said.

  “Advise me of any changes,” Makara said. “Over and out.”

  She attached the radio to her belt, then withdrew her handgun. She gave one last glance at the split boulder before turning back to the rest of us.

  “Let’s go.”

  She headed back to the western hill, and we followed.

  ***

  We left the valley, crossed the hill, and entered a thick stand of xenotrees. Point Charlie was through these trees and beyond another ridge. Samuel and Ruth would make it there before us, so Makara set a quick pace. The trees and the night were silent, yet all the same, it continued to feel like we were being watched.

  When we passed the last line of trees, we took to the ridge. When we crested the rise, I looked down to see the bottom of the slope meeting with the shore of a massive lake, filling an entire valley with pink, translucent ichor. About one-third of the way into the lake, the liquid glowed especially bright, a neon pink with a silvery, metallic hue. Tendrils of the brightness expanded outward, claiming more of the lake’s surface.

  “Come on,” Makara said.

  At the bottom of the incline, twelve or so people stood, masked by darkness. We descended the slope, heading for the shore. Once we were close, I recognized Ruth, Michael, Samuel, and Julian. All of them were staring at the lake. Together, we watched the lake in silence. No matter how far the bright glow spread from the original point of contact, it kept its original luster.

  “Theories on what this is?” Makara asked.

  “The meteorite landed right in the center of that glowing section,” Julian said. “We got here soon after that.”

  “I know that,” Makara said. “But what is it doing?”

  “Maybe one of us should go for a swim,” Ruth said.

  Julian guffawed. “After you.”

  One of the Angels picked up a nearby rock. Michael swatted it from his hand.

  “Bad idea.”

  “Is it even safe to be standing out here, in the open?” Ruth asked.

  “Yeah, we should get going,” one of the Angels said.

  “We need to find out what this is,” Makara said. “Otherwise, this was a waste of time.”

  “I’d rather waste my time than die,” Ruth said.

  “We’re staying,” Makara said. “Nothing’s attacked us yet.”

  Ruth shrugged. “There’s nothing around for now, but...”

  Grudge pointed across the lake. “Don’t speak so soon.”

  “Down,” Makara said.

  Everyone dropped to the ground. Makara raised her binoculars to her eyes. Samuel and Michael followed suit with their own pairs.

  “A crawler,” Michael said. He scanned the far shoreline, seeking additional threats.

  “It’s going in the lake,” Julian said, staying focused on the crawler.

  Now, even I could see it. The crawler entered the shallows on the far side of the ichor lake. Its form was shadowed, silhouetted against the glowing pink of the ichor. The crawler paddled, slowly, across the lake toward the glowing section that was still spreading.

  “That’s a long swim,” Ruth said.

  Makara dropped her binoculars, allowing them to rest against her chest, held by the strap.

  “There’s more,” Michael said. “Look.”

  Michael was right. Two, and then three more crawlers, appeared from the xenotrees bordering the far side of the lake. They slid into the ichor, almost floating in the direction of the iridescent glow. The original crawler was now halfway across the lake.

  “Yeah,” Makara said. “We need to fall back.”

  She rose at a crouch, the rest of us following suit. Together, we turned and headed up the slope.

  “Makara,” Anna’s voice came. “We have two Behemoths heading for the top of the hill.”

  Makara reached for her radio to respond, but paused when a massive shadow, darker than even the night sky, materialized on the hilltop. A moment later, another large silhouette appeared beside it.

  Everyone fell to the ground. I knew we wouldn’t go unnoticed for long; with the glowing xenofungal floor, those monsters would see us eventually.

  “Two Behemoths,” Makara said, nonplussed. She lifted her radio. “Anna? Can you take them out?”

  “Standing by. Acquiring targets...”

  I glanced over at my shoulder back toward the lake. Hundreds of crawlers were now entering the lake’s ichorous surface, which was now frothing and bubbling like a witch’s brew. They paddled with their spindly legs toward the radiant ichor, now covering almost half of the lake. The first crawler had made it there and was now bathed within that glowing liquid. A deep buzz thrummed from the lake, in even pulses. The strange sound made my hair stand on end. The crawlers’ glowing white eyes no longer just focused on the lake – they scanned the hills, searching...

  “They know we’re here,” I said.

  One of the Angels suddenly screamed, bolting to our right.

  “Quiet!” Makara hissed.

  But it was too late – something had caused the man to become unhinged. The Behemoths at the top of the ridge, once silent statues, sprung to life. They charged for the fleeing man. He continued to scream, leading the Behemoths away from us.

  “Anna,” Makara said. “Fire.”

  “They’ve disappeared behind the hill,” she said. “I’d have to leave the extraction point.”

 
Makara said nothing as the man continued to run and scream. Several crawlers appeared from the shoreline, cutting off his escape path. He swerved right into the mandibles of a waiting crawler. His screams were shrill and bloodcurdling.

  The Behemoths caught up with the fleeing Angel, joining in the carnage.

  “They’re gone,” Makara said. “We need to move.”

  We stood and ran up the hill full speed. The hum of the swarm behind intensified as Makara lifted her radio.

  “Anna. On our way to extraction.”

  From the ridge top came two more crawlers. With twin shrieks, they charged toward us.

  “Fire!” Makara yelled.

  Men in the front knelt, unloading their rifles into the approaching monsters. Other Angels remained standing, focusing their fire on the lead crawler. The monsters stumbled to a stop under the hail of bullets.

  From the sky, Perseus descended to the top of the hill, its landing lights scanning the ridge. From the lake below, crawlers had gathered and were now scuttling uphill. Meanwhile, we ran past the crawlers that had taken the bullet fire, continuing to shoot at them as we passed. One made a feeble attempt to pounce on a passing Angel before going still.

  We reached the top of the rise. On all sides, the glowing fungus revealed the crawlers ascending from the lake below. Perseus was now landed about fifty feet away. The boarding ramp extended.

  We ran toward the ship as the crawlers pressed in from behind. Once there, we ascended the ramp in a line, Makara staying at the bottom and ushering everyone on board. She took a few shots with her handgun at the approaching mass of monsters.

  Once in the wardroom, I looked back out to see that Grudge was still running from the swarm, three crawlers clipping at his heels.

  “Grudge!” Makara yelled.

  She took a few shots, but quickly ceased her fire upon seeing how close those shots came to hitting Grudge. When he was still twenty feet from the boarding ramp, the lead crawler leapt mightily, the sharp tips of its legs stabbing Grudge in the back and bringing him to the ground. His face contorted in pain. The other crawlers tore into his flesh, and he let out a horrible, cracked yowl.