The Dying Of The Light (Short Stories): The Walker Chronicles (Tales From The Dying Of The Light) - Plot & Excerpts
Reynolds? Spanaway, Washington 1 week after Z-Day “What’s our situation, lieutenant?” “FUBAR, captain.” “That bad?” “Yes, sir. We’ve got four men able to travel at full speed, two significantly injured but able to move and 8 KIA. We’re low on ammo and supplies, and we’re all but surrounded. If I had to guess, sir, I’d say they’ve likely got this street here — Pacific Ave South, sir — blocked all the way past the airport.” “Give me the phone, I’m gonna try the bunker again.” “Can’t, sir. Battery’s dead.” “Shit. Haven’t found another one, have you?” “You’ll be the first to know, sir.” “Crap.” Captain Thomas Reynolds stood, carefully keeping out of line of sight of the window he was peering through. Wouldn’t do to get killed now, he thought. The street outside was getting darker, but the glow from the zealots’ trash fires still lit the sky with a nasty, disturbing glow. The flickering light played over the features of the men lying behind him, and Reynolds took a moment to survey the damage the religious nuts had caused.
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