David L. Robbins - Endworld 10 - New York Run

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New York Run
#10 in the Endworld series
by David L Robbins
FOREWORD
It is 100 years after World War III. Give or take a year.
The good news? The planet is still here.
The bad news? The planet is still here.
The massive radiation and the staggering array of chemical-warfare
weaponry unleashed on the globe precipitated an environmental disaster
of incalculable proportions. In the U.S., much of the soil has been
contaminated beyond reclamation, principally in the vicinity of nuclear
strike zones, "hot spots." The climate has been altered; former fertile land
might be withered dust, while former dry areas might receive an
abundance of rainfall. The wildlife and human gene pool has been
drastically affected by the radiation and the chemicals. Mutations are
commonplace. Giantism increasingly frequent. The landscape is overrun
by savage creatures of every conceivable shape and size.
Civilization is on the verge of complete collapse.
Chaos rules.
Almost.
Lingering outposts of humanity are resisting the rising tide of darkness,
stubbornly clinging to the old ways or forging new paths of progressive
development.
In the forefront of the strengthening forces of light, at the vanguard of
the effort to reassert mankind as the dominant species on the planet, is
the Freedom Federation. Comprised of a loose confederation of disparate
groups, the Freedom Federation is valiantly striving to reestablish order in
a world gone mad. Six factions constitute the Federation:
The Civilized Zone is the official title for a section in the Midwest
embracing the former states of Kansas. Nebraska, Colorado, Wyoming,
New Mexico, Oklahoma, portions of Arizona and the northern half of
Texas. The government evacuated thousands of its citizens into this region
during the war. Denver, Colorado, spared a direct hit during the conflict,
became the new capital.
Montana has become the exclusive domain of the Flathead Indians, free
at last from the white man's yoke.
The Dakota territory is the home of superb horsemen known as the
Cavalry.
In northern Minnesota, deep underground, secure in their
subterranean city, reside the people known as the Moles.
Also in northern Minnesota, in the former town of Halma, live the
refugees from the Twin Cities called the Clan.
And finally, not far from Halma, on the outskirts of Lake Bronson State
Park, in a survivalist compound constructed by a wealthy filmmaker
named Kurt Carpenter immediately prior to the war, dwells the smallest
faction in the Freedom Federation—but the one with the most influence.
Carpenter's descendants are called the Family, and their 30-acre
compound is known as the home. Like the Spartans of antiquity, they are
renowned for two features: their wise leadership and their fearless
fighters. The 15 Family members responsible for the defense of the Home
and the preservation of the Family, collectively called the Warriors, have
established a reputation for valor in combat matched by few others.
Several of the Warriors have ventured into uncharted realms east of the
Civilized Zone. They've discovered that the city of St. Louis has become the
turf of an outlaw motorcycle gang, the Leather Knights. And they've
learned that the Russians have control of a corridor running through the
center of the eastern half of the country.
They've also heard about other… things.
Evil things. Menacing things. Things better left alone. Things to be
avoided at all costs.
Unless they come calling at your door…
Chapter One
The four members of Elite Squad-A7 could sense their impending
doom in the dank air.
"Readings!" Captain Edwards barked, struggling to keep his voice
under control.
The trooper with the pulse scanner strapped to his right wrist. Private
Dougherty, was gaping down the dim passage to their right.
"Scan, damnit!" Captain Edwards ordered, slapping Dougherty on the
left shoulder.
The youthful Dougherty, sweat beading his brow and coating his
crewcut brown hair under his helmet, took a deep breath and glanced
down at his scanner. "They're still after us!" he wailed. "Coming from
every direction!"
"How many?" Captain Edwards demanded.
Dougherty shook his head. "I can't tell! There's too much interference!"
"We can't stay here!" Captain Edwards declared. "We're too exposed."
Elite Squad-A7 was silhouetted in the junction of two hallways, their
shadows projected along the tiled walls by their helmet lamps.
"Stick together!" Captain Edwards commanded. "We can't afford to be
separated!"
Private Dougherty and the two others, Geisz and Winkel, nodded their
understanding, their helmet lamps bobbing up and down.
Captain Edwards took the passage to his left. His palms felt sweaty on
the Dakon II fragmentation rifle clutched in his hands.
"I've got a blip twenty yards behind us!" Private Dougherty yelled.
The four commandos spun, facing toward the junction they'd just
vacated.
"On me!" Captain Edwards bellowed, leveling the Dakon II, his finger
on the trigger.
Their combined lamp lights clearly illuminated the junction. A shadowy
apparition appeared for an instant, and they caught a glimpse of a tall
creature with grimy, gray flesh, gaping, reddish eyes, and a leering
mouthful of yellow teeth. The monstrosity stopped and blinked in the
bright light, starting to step backward, raising its left arm to shield its
moldy face.
"Fire!" Captain Edwards shouted.
The passageway thundered as the four members of Elite Squad-A7
opened up, their fragmentation rifles chattering in unison.
The creature in the junction was struck in the chest and head, its body
exploding in a violent spray of putrid flesh and a vile, greenish fluid. It
shrieked as it died.
"Move!" Captain Edwards instructed his squad.
Geisz and Winkel took off, Geisz taking the point, her blue eyes alertly
scanning the corridor ahead.
Private Dougherty followed them, studying the scanner.
Captain Edwards brought up the rear. "Readings!" he snapped.
"They've disappeared off the scope," Dougherty replied.
"That's impossible!" Captain Edwards responded.
"I'm telling you they're gone!" Private Dougherty said, disputing his
superior.
"Let me see that!" Captain Edwards said.
Private Dougherty halted and swung his right arm around. "Here! See
for yourself."
Captain Edwards leaned over the scanner, checking the grids for blips
of white light.
Nothing.
"But that's impossible," Edwards repeated.
"Don't I know it!" Dougherty agreed.
"Let's go!" Captain Edwards kept his lamplight on the hallway behind
them as he trailed Dougherty, his mind whirling. There was no way they
could just vanish like that! So where the hell had they gone? Were there
other passages or vents not marked on the blueprints the Technics
possessed? Some way they could travel beyond scanner range in the space
of a few seconds?
"Captain Edwards!" came a cry from further along the hall.
Edwards recognized the voice of Marion Geisz. "Hurry!" he prodded
Dougherty, and the two of them hastened along the corridor.
Geisz and Winkel were waiting ahead, their helmet lamps pointed
downward.
They'd found the stairwell. Again.
"It looks like there's no bottom," Geisz commented as Edwards and
Dougherty reached her side.
"It gives me the creeps!" Winkel commented, his brown eyes wide from
fright.
"Stow that crap, mister!" Captain Edwards stated. He stared down the
stairwell, noting the dusty metal rails and the cobwebs covering the walls.
"We know our objective, people! Let's get cracking! Geisz, the point!"
"What else?" Geisz quipped, and started down.
"I just hope the Minister was right about this place," Winkel said as he
followed Geisz:
"Can the squawking!" Captain Edwards ordered. "You know better!
You're the best of the best!" he reminded them. "Technic commandos! Act
like it!"
The three troopers took the reprimand in resentful silence. Geisz, in
particular, was irritated by Edwards' audacity. She'd seen far more
combat than he had, and she knew what was expected of a professional
storm trooper. Still, now was hardly the time to be distracted by petty
animosities. She had to concentrate on the task at hand, or she might not
live to see Chicago again. Moisture was trickling from under her helmet,
plastering her crewcut blonde hair to her scalp, causing her skin to itch.
She suppressed an impulse to scratch the itching, and focused on the
stairs ahead.
Dust and spiderwebs.
And more dust and spiderwebs.
But nothing else.
Geisz saw the streaks of dust caking the metal railings, and suddenly
realized there wasn't any dust on the stairs.
Someone… or something… must be using the stairs on a regular basis,
but not bothering to use the railings.
Three guesses what they were.
Geisz reached up and cranked the volume control on her right ear
amplifier. There was a crackling in her helmet, then a sustained hiss as
the transistorized microphone strained for all its circuits were worth.
What was that?
Private Geisz slowed, listening intently. She thought she'd heard the
muffled tread of a foot on the stairs below. She leaned over the railing and
swept the lower levels with her lamp.
Nothing.
"Anything?" Captain Edwards asked from up above.
"I don't know," Geisz replied uncertainly.
"Stay alert!" Captain Edwards advised them.
Geisz almost laughed. As if they had to be told! She cautiously took
another turn in the stairwell, walking to the right, her Dakon II at the
ready.
Something scraped below her.
Geisz stopped, leaning against the wall to protect her back.
"What is it?" Captain Edwards demanded.
Geisz ignored him, striving to pinpoint the source of the noise.
"What is it?" Captain Edwards asked again. "Why the holdup?"
Geisz motioned for quiet. She could detect the faint sound of heavy
breathing in her right ear.
"I'm getting something!" Dougherty suddenly yelled. "Lots of them!
Above and below us! And…" he paused.
"And?" Captain Edwards angrily goaded him.
"And on both sides!" Dougherty said.
"Both sides?" Captain Edwards surveyed the stairwell. "There's nothing
there but brick walls!"
"This damn thing must be broken," Dougherty muttered, adjusting the
calibration control on his pulse scanner.
It wasn't.
The wall behind Private Dougherty abruptly collapsed, tumbling bricks
and mortar onto the stairs and creating a swirling cloud of dust.
"What the…!" Captain Edwards began, and then he spotted the forms
pouring from the gaping hole in the stairwell wall.
Dougherty saw them too, and he cut loose with his fragmentation rifle,
the dumdum bullets ripping into the nightmarish creatures and blowing
their grisly bodies apart. He downed two, three, four in swift succession,
and then one of them reached him. Momentarily paralyzed with fear, he
screamed as a cold, clammy, moist hand closed on his throat.
Captain Edwards saw the hulking figure towering over Dougherty, but
he hesitated, unwilling to risk hitting the trooper. The cloud of dust
reduced visibility to only a few feet, and he wanted to be sure before he
pulled the trigger. He moved in closer, aiming his rifle, when strong hands
clamped on his shoulders and lifted him bodily from the floor.
Private Geisz, enveloped in the dust, tried to catch a glimpse of her
companions. She saw several struggling forms in the middle of the dust
cloud, then felt her blood freeze as a terrifying screech reverberated in the
confines of the gloomy stairwell.
There was a loud, crunching noise, like the sound of breaking bones.
"Captain Edwards!" Geisz shouted. "Doughboy! Wink! What's
happening?"
No one answered.
A tall scarecrow shape loomed above her, its stick-like limbs clawing in
her direction.
Something growled.
Private Geisz cowered against the wall, her meticulous training
overwhelmed by her instinctive loathing of the form on the step above. She
could see one bony hand reaching for her neck, could see its wrinkled, gray
flesh and its tapered, yellow nails, and could even see the brown dirt caked
between its extended fingers. She wanted to bolt, to flee for her life, to get
the hell out of there. But at the very second when those gruesome fingers
touched her skin, instead of racing pell-mell down the stairs in reckless
flight and abandoning her mates and friends, she reached deep within
herself and discovered her innermost self, her true nature, her
fundamental essence, the steel of her personality. Her bravery was tested
to its limits, and she wasn't found lacking.
"Eat this, sucker!" Geisz stated defiantly, and angled the Dakon II
toward the creature's midsection.
The creature hissed.
Geisz squeezed the trigger.
Her attacker was blown backward by the impact of the dumdum
bullets, its body bursting apart across the chest and face.
Geisz didn't bother to check it; she knew the damn thing was dead. She
punched the Dakon II onto full automatic and bounded up the stairs, into
the dispersing dust cloud, searching for her companions.
Figures were all around her in the gloom.
"Captain!" Geisz yelled. As the last of the cloud dissipated, her helmet
lamp revealed the hideous features of those nearest her. With a start, she
realized she was completely surrounded by… them! There was no sign of
her fellow commandos!
One of the creatures lunged at her, its red orbs glaring.
Geisz crouched against the railing and fired, swinging the Dakon II in
an arc from right to left, taking out everything in her field of vision. She
saw more monstrosities coming from the hole in the wall and fired into
them, the fragmentation rifle functioning flawlessly, ripping them apart,
literally blasting their shriveled flesh from their bones.
They fell in droves.
One of them was advancing down the stairs toward her.
Geisz spun to shoot them, but the Dakon II unexpectedly went empty.
Oh, no!
Geisz frantically released the spent magazine and heard it clatter on the
stairs as she extracted a fresh magazine from her belt pouch and hurriedly
inserted it into the rifle. She slapped her left hand on the bottom of the
new clip, slamming it home, and she shot the creature in the face even as
it sprang at her.
Suddenly, she was alone.
Geisz realized the creatures were gone. She scanned the hole, then up
and down the stairwell. Bodies littered the steps, but none of them
belonged to her friends or the captain.
What the hell had happened to them?
Geisz pondered her next move. If she were smart, she'd head for the
surface and the jeep and take off for Chicago. But what if Doughboy and
Wink and Edwards were still alive? Didn't she owe it to them to try and
find them? She thoughtfully bit her lower lip. Yeah, she owed it to them.
But how was she supposed to find them? The tunnels under the city were a
virtual maze. Doughboy had carried their scanner, and without the pulse
scanner she couldn't get a fix on their belt frequencies. She frowned,
disgusted. Why the hell hadn't they issued scanners to everyone? She knew
the answer to that one. The higher-ups wanted their arms free so they
could carry more of the stuff up to the jeep.
And what about the stuff? The objective of their mission?
Geisz stared down the stairwell. It was down there, according to the
Minister. About two floors below her present position. Canister after
canister of it. Was the stuff worth so many lives? she wondered.
She had a choice to make.
Geisz shook her head in frustration. Either she could search for
Edwards, Doughboy, and Wink, when she knew there wasn't a chance of
locating them, or she could retrieve one of the damned canisters for the
Minister.
Crap.
Private Geisz stood and moved down the stairwell, treading softly, her
right ear tuned to the amplifier in her helmet. She descended two floors to
the lowest level without incident.
So where were the creatures?
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