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  AJ SIKES

  © Author: AJ Sikes 2018-2019

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  Editing by David Beers, Ellen Bond, and Nicholas Sansbury Smith

  Cover Design by Elizabeth Mackey

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  This trilogy is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

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  Contents

  EMERGENCE

  Acknowledgements

  Glossary

  Foreword by Nicholas Sansbury Smith

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  PENANCE

  Author’s Note

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  Acknowledgements

  RESURGENCE

  Dedication

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  About the Authors

  EMERGENCE

  Acknowledgements

  A lot of people helped make this story possible, and my thanks go to all of them. Top of the list, I need to thank Nick for inviting me along for the ride, and editors, David Beers and Ellen Bond.

  Emergence was an exciting project, and the characters continue to inspire ideas. Most of all, this project reminded me of the values I learned and developed in the US Army infantry, values like camaraderie and staying focused on the mission. Since my time in the military, I’ve struggled to define a mission that felt worthy of my energies and commitment. But with this book and its sequels, Penance and Resurgence, I’m able to focus on helping organizations that helps others.

  We should never forget the security and safety we enjoy because emergency personnel are willing to show up to work every day. Their sacrifices provide us so much that we should be thankful for. As part of my thanks, 10% of my proceeds from sales of Emergence will be donated to the FDNY. Another 10% will go to my local department in California, the Vacaville FD.

  Glossary

  Some of the terms used in Emergence are specific to the professions of firefighting and military service. To help readers follow along easily, I define a few of the more specialized terms here.

  ACU—Army Combat Uniform

  App floor—apparatus floor; the bay inside a fire station where the engines, ladder trucks, and/or ambulances are parked

  Battle Rattle—the gear commonly carried on deployments and during patrols or on activities conducted “outside the wire”. It can include anything (and sometimes everything) but typically is limited to the helmet, flak vest or plate carriers, ILBE harness, canteens, individual weapon, and ammo pouches

  Dirty lockers—the lockers or racks on the app floor where firefighters will store their turnout gear, including boots, helmets, and masks

  ILBE—Improved Load Bearing Equipment; a load carrying system combining a belt and shoulder harness, designed to transport a Marine’s or soldier’s individual equipment

  Probie—probationary personnel at a fire station

  The suck—the United States Marine Corps, but this term is only used by Marines themselves, and not all Marines accept it. Don’t try this one at home.

  Turnout gear/turnout jacket—the heavy protective clothing worn by firefighters when on a call

  Foreword

  by Nicholas Sansbury Smith

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for picking up a copy of The Redemption Trilogy by AJ Sikes. Emergence is the first of the Redemption trilogy documenting the lives of several main characters from the Extinction Cycle main storyline, including New York firefighter Meg Pratt.

  Originally published through Amazon’s Extinction Cycle Kindle World, Emergence became a reader favourite in the Extinction Cycle series side stories, and transcended to far more than fan fiction. Unfortunately, Amazon ended the Kindle Worlds program in July of 2018 with little warning. Authors were given a chance to republish or retire their stories, and I jumped at the chance to republish Emergence through my small press, Great Wave Ink. Today, we’re proud to offer Emergence in paperback, audio, and to readers outside of the United States for the first time ever.

  For those of you that are new to the Extinction Cycle storyline, the series is the award winning, Amazon top-rated, and half a million copy best-selling seven book saga. There are over six thousand five-star reviews on Amazon alone. Critics have called it, “World War Z and The Walking Dead meets the Hot Zone.” Publishers weekly added, “Smith has realized that the way to rekindle interest in zombie apocalypse fiction is to make it louder, longer, and bloodier… Smith intensifies the disaster efficiently as the pages flip by, and readers who enjoy juicy blood-and-guts ac
tion will find a lot of it here.”

  In creating the Extinction Cycle, my goal was to use authentic military action and real science to take the zombie and post-apocalyptic genres in an exciting new direction. Forget everything you know about zombies. In the Extinction Cycle, they aren’t created by black magic or other supernatural means. The ones found in the Extinction Cycle are created by a military bio-weapon called VX-99, first used in Vietnam. The chemicals reactivate the proteins encoded by the genes that separate humans from wild animals—in other words, the experiment turned men into monsters. For the first time, zombies are explained using real science—science so real there is every possibility of something like the Extinction Cycle actually happening. But these creatures aren’t the unthinking, slow-minded, shuffling monsters we’ve all come to know in other shows, books, and movies. These “variants” are more monster than human. Through the series, the variants become the hunters as they evolve from the epigenetic changes. Scrambling to find a cure and defeat the monsters, humanity is brought to the brink of extinction.

  We hope you enjoy Emergence and continue on with the rest of the Redemption series, and the main storyline in the Extinction Cycle. Thank you for reading!

  Best wishes,

  Nicholas Sansbury Smith, NYT Bestselling Author of the Extinction Cycle

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  April 19th, 2015

  South Jamaica, Queens

  Meg Pratt went through her bathroom rituals and got dressed as fast as she could, taking care not to strain anything. The run that morning had been a real challenge. She had to change her pace a lot and dodge more cars than usual, even a few moving vans. It was a weird time of year for people to move out, she’d thought.

  The cat was curled up on her dresser and gave a little mewl when she scratched behind his ears.

  “We’ll have a nap later, Biggins.”

  The cat gave her a narrow-eyed stare before he tucked his face back down into his paws. Meg gave the cat a pretend Harrumph and went to join her husband, Tim, for breakfast.

  In the kitchen, Meg poured her coffee and sat down at the breakfast counter while Tim whipped up an egg-white omelet for them to split. Behind Meg, the springtime skies of New York City cast weak sunlight into their front room, and just into the edge of their kitchen.

  She sipped her coffee and said good morning to Tim.

  “Feels like that morning at Martha’s Vineyard, doesn’t it? I sure would love to go back there sometime.”

  Tim didn’t say anything. He just flashed her a quick, strained smile over his shoulder before turning back to the stove top. Meg wanted to ask what was wrong, but she reached for the paper first. Her hand stopped when his shaking voice broke the silence.

  “Some heavy news, Meg. It looks really bad,” Tim said. He had his back to her, so she couldn’t see his face, but the sound of his voice told her enough. Her husband wasn’t one to play games with serious news.

  Meg flipped the paper over and nearly spilled her coffee.

  “An outbreak of Ebola? In Chicago?”

  “Worse than that. Much worse,” Tim said. He dished up the omelet onto two plates and came to sit beside her at the counter. Meg noticed the stains under his arms. It was hardly warm enough for him to break a sweat, even in front of the stove. She put her arm around his shoulders. They read the article together, and with each paragraph Meg found herself less and less hungry until she simply couldn’t think about food at all.

  “People attacking each other? Eating—This sounds like something out of a horror movie.”

  “It is, Meg,” Tim said. His voice still shook, and Meg could see tears beginning to leak from his eyes. His lips quivered and he said, “Maybe we should leave. We could stay with my parents in Katonah. I—”

  “Leave? Tim, I’m a firefighter. My whole job is to keep people safe. Why would you suggest that?”

  Tim looked at her; his eyes hung heavy with worry and something she’d not seen in them since September of 2001.

  “What are you afraid of, Tim? The article didn’t say it was spreading. It’s in Chicago. The news is terrible, sure, but it’s not here. Not yet anyway. And if it does get this far, I can’t be in Katonah. I have to help.”

  “I know, Meg. I know. But I worry this is more than Ebola. You haven’t seen the news on TV yet.”

  He got up and went to the living room, half stumbling. Meg stood to follow him and felt a pull from the windows. She looked outside. What she saw made her freeze, and then she was running for Tim, tackling him to the floor. They landed in a heap on the carpet. Meg slid off him and tugged him behind the sofa.

  With a frantic breath, Tim whispered to her. “Are they outside? It’s here, isn’t it?”

  Meg couldn’t speak. She didn’t have words for what she’d seen out their window. And she hoped it had been her imagination. Some kind of weird hallucination from having read the article.

  Monsters aren’t real, Meg Pratt. They’re not real. They’re not.

  Her grandfather’s voice came to her, with memories from her childhood visits to her grandparents’ home. She’d wake up from nightmares and huddle under the blankets, whimpering until Grandma and Grandpa came to soothe her fears.

  “Meg?” Tim asked, nearly whimpering himself now.

  She risked a look over the sofa and out the window. It was still there. A writhing, contorted monster of a woman. Her tracksuit was in tatters and her mottled flesh was wrapped around her muscles. The woman’s skin was different shades of brown and white it seemed, and then Meg realized what she was seeing.

  The woman had been cut or stabbed, almost all over her body. Blood had dried around her wounds, giving them the appearance of bruises. But the rest of her skin… It was like porcelain, but stained and lined with bulging veins that stood out starkly against the pale flesh.

  “I have to help her,” Meg said. “She needs—”

  “No!” Tim shouted, grabbing hold of Meg’s arms. He pulled her back down beside him and looked her in the eye. His lips parted as if he’d say something, but only a hushed Don’t came out.

  “Tim, I have to. Someone has to.”

  “Meg, it’s here. You didn’t see what I saw on TV. This isn’t Ebola. It’s a plague from hell.”

  Meg lifted her head up to check on the woman outside. She peered around the couch, but the woman was gone. Meg shook out of Tim’s hands and went in a crouch to the windows. She couldn’t see the woman anywhere. Tim whispered behind her, calling her back. She waved a hand for him to be quiet and stay where he was.

  The street outside was empty. Then she heard the squeal of car tires and the roar of a revving engine from up the road. A pickup truck came into view, tearing down the street and vanishing around the next corner. Another truck followed it, moving slower, and this one had a man in the bed holding an assault rifle.

  What the hell?

  As the vehicle passed Meg’s house, the man shifted his position in the truck bed so he could aim across the street. He fired at something Meg couldn’t see. Then she could see it, and felt her heart trying to leap out of her chest.

  The woman was back with three men, all covered with patches of bloodied white flesh. Except now Meg could see their faces. Their mouths were all open in an ugly O-shape, and their eyes…

  How is that possible?

  The man in the truck shot at them, hitting the woman in the chest and face. She went down in a tangle of bloodied limbs, thrashing and screaming as she fell. The man next to her went down, too, screeching and clawing at his wounds.

  Meg looked for the others, but they had moved so fast she couldn’t see where they went. Then one of them was on the truck’s cab and leaping onto the man with the assault rifle. It landed on him and tore at his back with its bare hands. Blood spattered out and the man arched away from his attacker.

  Meg heard his scream and watched in horror as the fourth infected person launched into the air from where he’d climbed onto a parked car. He flew with a grace and precision Meg had
only seen in monster movies, where everything was CGI.

  But this was real. Meg knew it. This was really happening right outside their front windows. Big, glass windows with nothing between them and the lawn that stretched from her and Tim’s home to the sidewalk like a welcome mat.

  Meg spun around in a panic. She knew how to handle emergencies, but this was more than she’d ever dealt with. “We have to get upstairs, Tim. The attic is the only safe place in the house.”

  She had his wrist and pulled him to his feet. They raced toward the hall leading to their bedroom. They reached the hall at the same time as Meg heard a pounding and scrabbling on the front door. Wood splintered and a man yelled for help.

  His voice came into the house, but he wasn’t inside yet.

  Meg stopped with one hand on the wall. Tim hissed at her to keep going, but her instinct was to go to whoever was outside calling for help.

  “Tim, go get the trauma bag from the bathroom. Please—”

  The sound of breaking wood interrupted her, followed by another scream for help. Meg caught Tim by the shoulders.

  “Go to the bedroom. Hide in the closet. I’m going to help him.”

  “No, Meg! No. You can’t!”

  The man who had come inside was groaning in the entryway to their home. Meg heard what sounded like slaps and kicks against wood, like the man was thrashing around on the floor. Then he screamed.

  “Help me! Help—I can’t stop them!”

  Meg and Tim stayed still, out of view of the front door. With a gentle tug, Meg coaxed Tim further down the hall, keeping her hands on his shoulders so they faced each other as they moved. She stepped backward and felt with her foot along the wall until she came to the guest bathroom.

  Tim’s face was wet and twisted with fear. His eyes darted left and right. Meg kept one hand on his shoulder and put the other on the bathroom door handle. She gave him her eyes to focus on and tried to smile, so he could have something to trust.

  That’s what he needs right now. He needs to trust you. That you can save him. Because you can, Meg. Nothing’s going to slow you down.

  The man came around the corner behind Tim, and Meg felt her stomach heave with fright. Whatever hope she had of saving them vanished.