Warriors of Ryon: Bayden
Warriors of Ryon:
BAYDEN
S. K. Yule
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Warriors of Ryon: Bayden
Copyright © February 2015 by S. K. Yule
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Chapter One
Ellie sat upright. Her heart galloped. She scrambled to her feet, grabbed Molly’s hand, and ran for the door. Once buildings and houses began tumbling into piles of rubble, Ellie had given up staying inside and hiding under furniture. Once they were outside, she hugged the girl while the ground shook violently under their feet.
When the shaking finally gave way to trembling, Ellie sucked in a sharp breath. Her anxiety had barely lessened even after a few months of daily tremors. “Are you okay?” She stared down into Molly’s sunken eyes.
“Y-yeah. That was just a little one. Don’t worry.” Molly gently tapped Ellie on the nose.
“Why don’t you go sit over there for a little while?” Ellie pointed to a small patch of grass. “We want to make sure any aftershocks have passed before we go inside.”
“Okay,” Molly said.
It still amazed Ellie how Molly never complained about anything even though she was so sick. Ellie looked toward the sky and noticed the big utility pole by the driveway tipped precariously sideways.
From the people she’d come in contact with over the past few months, she’d found that power and communications had been wiped out for those who lived closest to the impact zone of the meteor. As the quakes spread across the country, the outages trickled toward both coastlines, affecting nearly the entire US.
She’d never forget the last day she spent in normal civilization. She’d been glued to the television, just as millions of others had been, waiting for updates of the impending impact. She’d chewed every fingernail on both hands down to the quick.
It’d been projected that those within the immediate impact zone wouldn’t survive. Though there was advanced warning and evacuation was underway in northern Illinois, no one could’ve predicted the slight turn of the meteor or that it’d hit over three hundred miles away in central Illinois instead. A knot settled low in her belly when she thought of the thousands of people who’d lost their lives that day. But even those casualties had been minor compared to the devastation caused by the following earthquakes and fires.
Molly coughed, and Ellie went to her. She knelt beside Molly and felt her forehead. The heat from her skin nearly scorched Ellie’s hand. “I’m going to go in and get some acetaminophen.”
Molly nodded, and Ellie went to the door of the old farmhouse. She took one step and fear gripped her insides, freezing her to the spot. Going back into any structure after a quake had become a phobia for her.
Not to mention I have to take care of Molly now. What if the house crashes down on me and traps me in the rubble? What if it kills me? Molly won’t stand a chance without me
. Damn. She’d never been such a pessimist before. The meteor had brought out things in her she never knew existed.
Suck it up and get in there.
She placed one shaking hand over her chest, then tiptoed to her pack on the floor by the old couch. She dug through the contents until she found the container of medicine. After getting a bottle of water, she took the items to Molly.
They’d found the farmhouse a week earlier. Ellie thought it’d be safer than staying in the city that seemed to rain constant debris from what few buildings remained standing. Those who survived had mostly moved on, as well, in search of loved ones or more supplies. Those who’d stayed were mostly unfriendly and not willing to share.
“I’m tired.” Molly yawned and struggled to her feet.
“We can go inside now. You can lie back down.” Ellie leaned to the side, put her arm around Molly’s waist, and helped her inside. After Molly was comfortable on the couch, Ellie tucked a blanket around her. “Tomorrow will be a new day, filled with new adventures.”
Molly snuggled in, and she closed her eyes. “Tomorrow will be a new day, filled with new adventures.” Her voice was scratchy, softened by impending sleep.
Ellie pushed a limp lock of hair from Molly’s forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Ellie kissed her cheek, then sat in a chair situated in front of a window.
Ellie stared into the black night. Her heart ached. She’d no family other than a few distant cousins, but she did have friends. She’d searched for her friends who’d lived closer, but she’d only found one. She squeezed her eyes shut as grief swamped her. Swallowing hard, she opened her eyes and dabbed at the tears before they could fall.
She thought she’d cried her lifetime quota of tears, but she’d been wrong. Biting down on her bottom lip, she went to check on their supplies. They’d been fortunate to find the farmhouse and even luckier when they discovered the old cellar out back stocked with food. She knew they needed to move on before others came across the farmhouse, but she was scared to move Molly. She’d purposefully headed toward the site of impact, hoping most others on the move would be trying to get farther away. Also, before communications had gone down, she’d learned of an emergency shelter located just outside the impact zone. She’d no idea if the shelter was still intact, but the hope that it was kept her going.
It isn’t fair that a ten-year-old child is dying from leukemia
. Molly’s health worsened by the day, and Ellie wasn’t sure how much longer the girl would last. An invisible elephant sat on Ellie’s chest, squeezing the breath from her lungs. There was nothing she could do other than try to keep Molly as comfortable as possible. Getting Molly medical attention had become the driving force behind Ellie’s sanity for the last two weeks.
She stretched, and her back popped and cracked. After checking Molly’s forehead and finding that she felt a little cooler, Ellie decided to try to sleep for a few hours.
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The next morning, Molly seemed a bit better. They ate canned fruit and Spam for breakfast and headed outside. Ellie watched Molly as she sat in the dirt and drew pictures with a stick.
“I made us standing in front of the farmhouse.” Molly pointed to the drawing.
“That’s pretty impressive for dirt art. You’re a real da Vinci, kiddo.”
“Who’s da Vinci?”
“He was many things, a musician and inventor to name a couple. But he was most famous for his paintings.”
Molly nodded and went back to drawing.
Ellie walked to the barn situated a hundred feet or so from the house. She hadn’t bothered much with it since they’d arrived because the back and side walls were partially caved in. She pulled one large door open, and it creaked and groaned. When she looked inside, all she saw was huge piles of straw and hay. The loft was mostly destroyed, and she assumed all of the bales had fallen from there.
She started to close the door when something metallic caught her eye. She went inside and began brushing the straw and hay away. Underneath was an old VW Bug. She hurried to the driver’s side and opened the door before climbing in. She flipped the visor down but found no keys. She opened the glove box and hit the jackpot.
She slid the key into the ignition, but instead of trying to start the engine, she hovered her hand a scant inch over the starter.
It’ll never start
. She smacked the steering wheel. If she could get the old Bug going, she could drive Molly to the shelter. Ellie estimated it would take around a day to drive there, but she could make Molly comfortable in the backseat.
Doesn’t matter if it starts or not. The roads will be too damaged to get there
. No! When she was little her father had had a Bug, and he always swore it was impossible to get it stuck anywhere.
Yeah, but it won’t drive across any gaping cracks in the ground caused by the earthquakes
. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her thighs. She had to try. If she could make it to the shelter… She said a small prayer and pushed on the clutch and brake. She held her breath and turned the key. When the engine cranked to life on the second try, elation bubbled inside her.
She drove the car outside and switched it off.
“Molly! You want to go for a ride?”
Molly stood and brushed the dirt off her blue dress. Molly was a beautiful little girl of ten, but her sickness had robbed her of a healthy glow. Her curly hair was limp, and she was underweight. Ellie often imagined what Molly would’ve looked like before she’d become ill.
We’ll get you well again.
“That’s a cute car,” Molly said.
“You know what they call it?”
Molly shook her head.
“A Bug.”
Molly giggled, and the tinkle of laughter warmed Ellie’s heart. “Let’s get everything together and get out of here.” She held her hand out to Ellie, and they returned to the farmhouse.
Chapter Two
Bayden sat behind the console while scanning the horizon. “Would you look at that?” The ship hovered over the devastation. Bayden glanced at each of the men. Conlan and Thad sat to his right, and Stryder his left.
Bayden gazed at the crater the meteor had carved into Earth. He’d seen pictures of the planet, but the cracked brown ground that stretched farther than he could see bore no resemblance to a city crowded with houses and buildings or even a rural area with lush green grass. If he hadn’t known better, he’d never have believed humans once thrived on the stretch of bare wasteland laid out before him.
“That’s a huge impact site. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Sarek said over Bayden’s shoulder.
“The brilliant creeper, the one who oozes science from his pores, has never seen anything like that?” Conlan said. “That’s kind of scary, actually.”
