Byron's Legacy Episode 1: Zombie Apocalypse Wasteland Fiction Read Online Free

aren’t the only ones with the recipe. Long as we’re still kicking, so is your dream.”
    “People steal everything in the wasteland. Food, guns, water, silver. Why did we think they wouldn’t steal Byron’s formula? We should never have trusted them,” said Vallance. Will was about to speak but Vallance cut him off. “They know how to make it now and they snap up all the resources before we can get to ‘em. Byron can’t make enough to save everyone. They can. But they’re charging a fortune for it. They don’t want to save anyone. If everybody’s safe, nobody needs the gas. You want to kill the monsters? They’re in Central, at the top of a tower. So what the fuck are we doing here?”
    With that the last zombie in the room fell and the group was deathly quiet. No one could look the others in the face. Then, Byron spoke up.
    “Because kid,” he said, laying a hand on Vallance’s shoulder. “You said it yourself—they’re the monsters. We’re not.”
    The team regained their composure, and pressed on. Vallance held back a moment, paused in thought, before rejoining his comrades.
                  Will carefully detached a Zom-B-Gone box from his back while Byron lifted it away and place it in the corner of the ship’s sprawling casino area. There was a loud creak from the balcony overhead. Will looked up but saw nothing. He turned to the rest of the group, some twenty feet away.
    ‘Hey, you guys hear tha—’
    Wills body seemed to crumple under the weight of the clawed, semi-human monstrosity that landed on him. Before anyone could react, the beast had ripped his arm clean off at the shoulder and started tearing the dismembered limb apart. Shreds of flesh and cloth were flung into the air.
    ‘Fuck! No, no, no.’ Stag screamed as he jumped into action without having to think. He charged at the creature. Byron jumped to his feet, fumbling to un-holster his weapon. Sarah, Jeff and Vallance aimed at the ripper attacking Will but paused when they noticed a pack of the monsters that had begun to descend the walls all around them. Stag hadn’t noticed, he was far more concerned with saving has little brother. He swung his sledgehammer straight into the abominations ribcage, sending it flying off Will with a sickening crunch. He hoisted his rapidly bleeding brother up and draped him over his shoulder.
    “We can’t stand our ground here, we have to move!” Byron shouted. The group retreated toward the double doors at the end of the room, shooting all the while.
                  Will’s cries of pain were growing faint as the squad barricaded the door with a steel bar through the handles. They were in a blackened theatre. Flashlights were switched on. Stag was drenched in his brothers blood. Jeff was panicking.
    “Let’s just get to the mess hall, that’s where we have to set up the next box. Should be close.” said Sarah.
    “Fuck the boxes! We need to get Will out of here!” Stag pleaded as he sat his brother on the floor.
    “We have a better chance of making it out if we gas those freaks!” Sarah answered.
    “Okay, let’s move.” said Jeff. “We’ll get you out of here, buddy.” Will didn’t respond.
    “Will?” Stag said as he shook his brothers chest. Again there was no response.
    Byron knelt down over Will. “I’m sorry Stag,” he said as he felt for a pulse in Wills neck. “He’s gone.”
    Suddenly, one zombie after another began to emerge from behind rows of seats and from the shadows of the stage.
    “Fuck...” said Sarah as she cocked her pistol. “Stag. You won’t make it if you’re carrying Will. There’s no point in losing you both.”
    Stag grimaced but as the swarm of shambling corpses drew closer, he knew she was right. He laid Wills body down. The team bid Will farewell, although he couldn’t hear them. One zombie let out a guttural cry. In response, Stag screamed at the top of his lungs as tears mixed with the blood that stained cheeks and