The Exterminators Trilogy: A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller Box Set
The Exterminators Trilogy
This is a work of speculative fiction. All of the events and dialogue depicted within are a product of the author’s overactive imagination. None of this stuff happened. Except maybe in a parallel universe.
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Gillespie
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All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
First Printing: November 2018
Cover by Vincent Sammy
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Contents
The Exterminators Trilogy
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Black Storm
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Black Fever
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Black Earth
Invictus
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
The End
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Chapter One
“We gotta run okay? We need to get out of here.”
Cody MacLeod kneeled in front of his daughter and squeezed her gently on the upper arms. She felt fragile, like a china doll. “Whatever happens, we can’t let the bad woman catch up with us,” he said. “She makes people do bad things. You know that don’t you?”
Silence.
“Do you understand Rachel?” Cody said.
Rachel nodded her head.
“We’ve got to stay one step ahead of her,” Cody said, pushing a few loose strands of blonde hair off Rachel’s face. “Two steps, three steps.” His voice was shaking and he took a deep breath before saying anything else. This wasn’t a good time to lose it and even if he was on the brink, he couldn’t let Rachel see.
They were in the hallway of their house in Spring Branch, Texas. Cody turned towards the front door where two bulging backpacks were sitting. One of them was plain black and the other featured a rainbow colored sky with two silver ponies grazing in a field of green grass.
“All we gotta do is walk out the door,” Cody said.
“Are we leaving for good?” Rachel said. Cody saw the confusion in his daughter’s indigo blue eyes – the same indigo blue eyes that he’d possessed as a child before the years had dulled them.
He nodded. “Yeah I think so.”
Cody heard the Black Storm blowing outside. The wind was howling and moaning – a crude B-movie sound effect that had escaped from the big screen into the real world. Still it was relatively calm, at least compared to the gale force winds that had been blowing the night before when Cody had made the decision to leave home. It was a decision that would either save their lives or seal their fate.
There was doubt in the little girl’s eyes. Cody could tell that she wasn’t sure he was making the right call and Jesus, who could blame her? He wasn’t sure about it either.
“Geez kid,” Cody said. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re looking at me the way other people used to look at me back in the eighties and nineties. That’s Grandma’s eyes I see in you right now. You don’t trust me? You don’t think we should go?”
Rachel managed a lazy shrug of the shoulders.
“I’m not on drugs honey,” Cody said. “I swear on your Mom’s soul.”
“I know Dad,” she said. I’m just scared.”
He pulled her closer. She was so beautiful and innocent – the only perfect thing in his life. And she’d remained perfect – thank God for that. Had Cody stayed in Hollywood to try and claw back his career, the industry would have noticed her. It would have sunk its teeth into Rachel and ruined her like it did for her mother, Kate. No chance – that was one of several reasons that Cody and Kate moved to Texas ten years ago. Cody would die before he gave those bigwig assholes in LA the chance to get their hands on his daughter.
He smiled at Rachel.
“I’m scared too,” Cody said. “But we have to go. You’ve watched the reports on TV. You’ve heard it on the radio. You know what people are doing to themselves, to each other out there. You know how dangerous it is and you know how dangerous she is.”
Rachel didn’t blink. Despite her saying she was scared, she looked calm –older than her ten years. Sometimes Cody thought, kids did adulthood better than most adults.
“Is it the woman in the long black dress?” she said.
“Yes honey. It’s the woman in the long black dress.”
Rachel nodded.
“I saw her in my room last night,” she said.
Cody’s hands fell off his daughter’s arms. His mouth hung open and the cold air that haunted the MacLeod residence slid down the back of his throat. He looked at Rachel, his eyes racing over her blue denim dungarees and the white long sleeved t-shirt that she was wearing underneath. He ran a finger down her blue and white basketball shoes, not sure what he was looking for. Damage – but what sort of damage?
With cupped hands, he touched her face.
“She was in your room?” Cody said. “Last night? Did she say anything? I mean, did she try and talk to you – to make you do anything? Did she tell you to hurt yourself?”
Rachel shook her head.
“She was just standing at the edge of the bed looking at me,” she said. “Her face is like a mannequin. That’s what they said on TV. She looks like a giant doll with silver lights instead of eyes.”
“Weren’t you scared?” Cody said. His heart was pounding.
“No,” Rachel said. “Well, not really.”
Cody buried his face in the palm of his hand.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, almost losing his balance and toppling over onto the hardwood floor. “Tell me something kid,” he said. “This is really important. Is that the first time you’ve seen her?”
“Yes.”
“Well then it’s definitely time to go,” Cody said. “She’s starting to pay too much attention to this family for my liking.”
Rachel’s eyes were wide open. “You’ve seen her too?”
Cody nodded. “Yeah.” Several times.
“They’ve been talking about her on the radio Dad,” Rachel said. “People are seeing her everywhere. China, Europe, Australia, Brazil and lots of other places that I’ve never heard of.”
“Yeah I know,” Cody said. He was itching to leave. He wanted to grab Rachel and get her out of the house immediately.
“All the people who see her end up dead,” Rachel said. “That’s what they say, isn’t it?”
Cody squeezed tight on her hand.
“Not everyone,” he said. “Like I said, I’ve seen her too.”
“In the house?”
“Yeah, in the house. That’s why we need to go.”
Rachel looked thoughtful. Her eyes darted around the living room before returning to him.
“Is she chasing the world? The whole world?”
Cody straightened the collar of his black cotton shirt.
“Yeah honey,” he said. “I think she’s chasing the world. And that includes us – you and me. We’ve got to get away from this house because I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Okay?”
Cody was glad to see that Rachel could still smile.
“Okay,” she said.
Outside the Black Storm grumbled. It sounded like it was an angry giant sitting on the roof of their house, waiting impatiently for them to come out.
Cody tugged gently on Rachel’s arms. She didn’t move.
“Where are we going?” she said.
It was a good question.
Cody nodded. “You remember my friend?” he said. “A big guy called Nick Norton?”
Rachel shook her head.
“Sure you do,” Cody said. “You met him once. He works on Alaska Airlines, flies out of San Antonio all the time. He’s an old school buddy of mine from LA. He was in the movies too when he was a kid, just like your old man.”
“I don’t know,” Rachel said.
“Big black guy, all mouth and muscle. He was over here about four years ago. You must remember – it’s not like we have a ton of guests or anything like that.”
“What about him?”
Cody leaned in closer. He felt the need to whisper.
“He’s got a plane,” he said. “It’s a big plane – Boeing 737-800, fully fuelled and ready to go. He’s invited us along – some of the other pilots and their friends and family will be there too. I got a text from Nick about fifteen hours ago – the plane is at the airport right now, waiting for everyone to arrive. You understand? We’re going to drive down to the airport and get on Nick’s plane.”
Cody’s face darkened.
“Only problem is I can’t get in touch with Nick anymore,” he said. “My phone keeps jamming up.”
Rachel’s eyes lit up – a mixture of fear and curiosity.
“Because of the Black Storm?”
“Maybe,” Cody said. “But it doesn’t matter, not as long as we get to the airport in good time. He’ll wait for us, I know he will.”
Rachel’s expression was grim.
“We’re going up into the black sky?” she said, pointing to the ceiling. “What’s up there?”
Cody followed her finger towards the ceiling. Kids and their questions, damn it. Who knew what was up there in that black shroud that had wrapped itself over the Earth? Something, maybe nothing. Everything was black these days – even the inside of the MacLeod residence. The curtains were pulled over all the windows, shielding them from the sight of the Black Storm, the mysterious force that had come out of nowhere and robbed the world of sunlight.
“It can’t all be bad up there,” Cody said. “We gotta try. Anything’s better than staying down here on the ground while people go mad and do bad things. I’ll bet you it’s safer up there. Yeah?”
Rachel looked down the hall towards her bedroom.
“I want to take Bootsy with me,” she said. “If we’re not coming back.”
Cody sighed. He couldn’t hide his growing frustration any longer. They should have been gone already. He didn’t want to hang around the house one second longer than he had to. He tugged gently on her arm, with more urgency this time.
“You’re too big for that teddy bear,” he said. “You’re ten.”
The look on her face stopped him dead.
“Mom gave him to me,” she said. “Remember?”
Of course he did.
“I’ve packed a ton of photos of Mom in the bag,” he said. “Lots of photos. We’re not going to forget her.”
“I want Bootsy,” Rachel said. Cody almost smiled – it was like Kate all over again. If she wanted something, she was going to have it.
“Alright kid,” he said, letting go of her arm. “Get Bootsy but don’t stay in that bedroom one second longer than you have to. I’ll grab the bags.”
Cody watched her run down the hallway. He felt uneasy watching her go through the bedroom door knowing that the Black Widow had been in there last night. Cody had already seen the ghostly figure several times in the house but there had been no words spoken. That was something to be grateful for at least. And now the Black Widow was coming after Rachel? Any doubts Cody might have been having about leaving had shattered with that revelation.
A few seconds later, Rachel came running back down the hallway with the beat-up teddy bear swinging at her side. She looked content.
“All set?” Cody asked. “Can we go now?” He picked up the two backpacks and flung one over each shoulder.
She nodded. “Just one thing?”
“Oh c’mon Rachel. Let’s get out of here.”
“Who is she Dad?”
The two backpacks slid down Cody’s arm in slow motion. He squatted so that he was almost eye level with Rachel.
“She came out of the Black Storm,” he said. “At least that’s what people say but we don’t know for sure. Everything – the black sky, black rain and the Black Widow – they’re all connected. All these things are part of the Black Storm.”
“And it makes people do bad things?” Rachel said.
Cody nodded. “Very bad things.”
Rachel smiled. It was a great smile – sudden and unexpected.
“We’d better go,” she said.
“Right honey,” Cody said. “Now you’re talking.”
He opened the front door and they stepped outside.
It was dark. A permanent state of dusk hung over the world – a rotten, simmering blackness and it was everywhere. It was unending too. Blue skies and sunlight were a distant memory. The air was thick and muggy and scentless. A stiff wind was blowing and the trees that surrounded the remote two-story house were swaying.
They walked towards the car in the driveway. Cody’s white 1970 Dodge Challenger was one of only a few references left to his Hollywood past. He was probably the only part-time freelance writer in the world who owned such a vintage car. It was a little much but Cody loved the Challenger with all his heart. It was a perfect replica of the car used in Vanishing Point, one of his top five all time movies. It wasn’t just an ornament either – he kept the Dodge in outstanding driving condition and a good thing too – he was going to need it firing on all cylinders if it was going to get them to the airport.
The surface of the car was covered in a thin layer of dirt. Cody didn’t have time to worry about it – he opened up the trunk and threw the bags in, pushing them all the way to the back. As he did so, Rachel jumped into the back seat taking Bootsy with her.
“Take me somewhere nice!” she called out. She always said the same thing when she got in the car.
“Sure thing Miss Daisy,” he said.
Cody opened up the driver’s door. Before he sat down, he reached a hand underneath the seat, checking that the Glock 19 he’d stashed earlier was still there.
It was. He gave the pistol a quick pat and hoped that he wouldn’t need it.
Cody climbed into the Dodge and turned the key in the ignition. He heard the 426 Hemi engine growling and hell yes it was a satisfying sound, even under the most trying of circumstances. Taking a deep breath, he gripped the wood grain steering wheel and allowed himself one last look at the house where his wife had died, knowing that he’d never see it again.
Move it mister. That’s what Kate would
have said.
Cody backed the car down the driveway and onto Rittiman Road. It was a quiet area with houses spaced far apart, but it had never been so desolate as it was now. Was there anyone left around here?
Rachel was quiet in the back – perhaps thinking about her Mom, a woman that she’d barely known and yet someone who had cast a long shadow over her young life. Or maybe Rachel was thinking about the house – it was the only home she’d ever known after all. She was leaving her friends and school behind – but none of those things mattered now. Keeping her alive, that’s what mattered.
The Dodge set off, picking up speed.
Cody looked back at the house in the rear-view mirror. One last look.
That’s when he saw her.
The Black Widow was standing on the narrow road that stretched north behind them. Her porcelain doll-like skin glowed against the surrounding darkness; it was a nightmarish beacon that offered anything but hope to those who had the misfortune to see it. She was tall – at least seven feet and rake thin like a skeleton with a thin layer of flesh wrapped around her bones. Her bright red hair was styled in an old-fashioned Edwardian coiffure. It was a look that went well with the long black Victorian-style mourning dress that trailed behind her.
The Black Widow’s eyes – dazzling silver orbs, devoid of pupils watched them go. She didn’t try to stop them but Cody felt little in the way of relief, even as the phantom faded into the distance behind them.