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Authors: Rachel Aukes

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Frost had decided to remain at New Eden with Benji, which had come as no surprise. He’d made it clear he preferred to return to Fox Park, but he decided Benji fit in with the kids at New Eden and needed stability. We promised we’d stop by for a visit every chance we got.

When it came to Vicki and the twins, we left the decision up to her. We made it clear that we would stay in New Eden if she chose to stay. Not that she’d need help raising the twins, because she’d have an entire village to help with them, but because we’d given our word. Those babies were part of our Fox family. We’d do everything in our power to ensure their safety.

Vicki hadn’t given her decision for a full month after the twins were born. During that time, Justin had tried his damnedest to convince Vicki into staying with the twins. But, on the thirty-first day, she stood before us and stated that Tack and Deb would’ve wanted their children raised in Fox Park and not a silo.

I was relieved Vicki chose Fox Park. The truth was, Vicki and the rest of us weren’t cut out for city living. We’d all been on the run for so long that being confined in New Eden’s silo suffocated us. We needed freedom and fresh air.

As Clutch drove, I stared out at the fields of massive white turbines, all still. I enjoyed the scenery as it became more and more familiar.

“We should be there in about an hour,” Clutch said as he avoided a zed lying on the road.

With spring, the zeds reemerged, but they’d changed. Most had freezer burn. Bugs ate at their flesh, and they seemed to be putrefying in the warm air. Most could barely walk. They would rot away, and we’d burn the corpses.

When I saw the first zeds walking after the flight back to New Eden, I was terrified of having to face the herds again. It hadn’t taken long to realize that the zeds were decaying. These were only the remnants of the vicious monsters that had erupted from the depths of hell a year ago.

But, we’d never be free from the virus until every last zed was gone, every sick animal died, and every survivor was vaccinated. We were lucky. We had a head start on a new life. Our small group was one of the first to receive vaccines because I was part of the delivery crews. We were free from the virus, but we still had zeds and “zabid” animals to deal with. Only when both those predators were gone, would we have a fighting chance.

Baby Ted Nugent kicked out his legs before settling back into his nap. The twins slept much of every day; evidently, newborns did a lot of that. The baby girl—who I’d already nicknamed Little Debbie—must’ve woken, because Vicki cooed, “Happy Easter, sweet Debra.”

“We’re almost there,” Clutch said, and I looked outside.

Trees had replaced fields, and we passed a sign that read
Fox National Park, 3 miles
.

I leaned back against the headrest and took in a deep breath. Fox Park seemed a dream, and warmth suffused me at the idea of being back there. Out of everywhere we’d been in the last year, Fox Park was the place that held the most potential for being somewhere we could start a new life. We followed Griz’s Humvee as it turned into the park.

New grass was fighting to sprout up through trodden ground. Regularly, a zed would be found lying on the ground, trampled by the herds and now freezer burned into a crusty-looking shape of something that had once been human.

“They sure got close to the park,” I mused at the telltale signs of the herds.

“Yeah,” Clutch said. “We were lucky to get out when we did.”

I thought for a moment, back to the days of the outbreak, to Doyle’s militia, to living on the river, and to living below ground in a silo. “You’re right. We have been lucky.”

“It’s getting late,” he said and picked up the handheld radio. “We’ll stay at the old town hall for tonight if it’s still secure. Tomorrow, we’ll go through the park and assess if we can rebuild.”

“Copy that,”
Griz’s voice chimed in.

“Roger,”
Jase’s voice came through.

“We’ll be able to rebuild,” I said confidently. “It’s not like we need more than a cabin to start with. And, I can’t imagine the herds managed to trample all of our gardens.”

As we pulled up next to Griz’s Humvee at the old Fox town hall, which had been the state park rangers’ office before the outbreak, I looked for signs of danger but found none. “It doesn’t look like the herds came into the park. They must’ve just stayed on the roads.”

“My guess is that they were getting too clumsy for all these hills and trees,” Clutch said. “I noticed their paths stayed on flat lands and only veered off when there was something that drew their attention.”

“We weren’t here to entice them,” I said before stepping out of the Humvee and inhaling the woodsy air.

Jase joined me, with Buddy at his heels. Sometime while Clutch, Griz, and I had been at the capital, Jase and the self-sufficient dog had decided they’d make a good pair.

“It’s good to be home,” he said with a smile before his eyes widened. “Whoa. Check it out.”

I followed his finger. My mouth dropped.

He twisted around. “Hali, get over here. You gotta see this.”

Hali ran over and covered her mouth. “Oh my God.”

Clutch stopped in front of the Humvee. “Is that…a deer?”

Sure enough, crossing the road was a young buck. It paused to look at us before continuing its journey into the trees.

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “I assumed they’d all been killed.”

“A deer,” Hali said breathlessly. She turned and kissed Jase, giggled, and skipped toward the large cabin.

Jase watched her leave. After a pause, he made eye contact with Clutch and then me. “She’s my girlfriend. I thought you guys should know.”

Clutch belted out a laugh. “Everyone knew that.”

“It was that obvious?” Jase asked.

“Yes,” I said, biting back a laugh. “But, it feels good to say it, doesn’t it.”

The corners of his lips curled up. “Yeah. It does.”

It took Clutch and Griz only a few minutes to make sure the large cabin was clear of any danger. Fortunately, it showed no signs of trespassers—human or zed. We had our sleeping bags out and dinner ready by the time Jase and Hali fed the twins with formula Marco had brought back from the big store back in Omaha.

While everyone sat around after we’d cleaned up, Clutch stood, took my hand, and led me upstairs. “Remember this room?”

I smiled and nodded. “It was the first time we had sex,” I said bluntly. I’d almost said that it was the first time we’d made love, but it hadn’t been like that at all. It had been only a couple months after the outbreak. We’d been stressed out, afraid, and in need of human contact. In some ways, things hadn’t changed much. In other ways, things were completely different now.

He smiled. “Yeah.”

We sat down on the floor, with me in Clutch’s arms, and looked out the window. We didn’t talk. We simply sat there and enjoyed the peaceful silence together.

It had taken one year for the zeds to destroy our world and the world to come back and destroy them. We still had work to do. Fortifying the park, flying missions, and avoiding sick animals—it wouldn’t be easy. Not by a long run. I didn’t even know if the few survivors who remained had what it took to survive as a species. But, we’d try.

Who knew what tomorrow would bring. Until then, I was content. We were safe in this building. We had seeds to plant and enough food and supplies to get us through the next couple of months. I kissed Clutch, and together, we watched the stars.

Also by Rachel Aukes

The Deadland Saga

100 Days in Deadland

Deadland’s Harvest

Deadland Rising

Short Stories in the Deadland World

Fat Zombie

At Hell’s Gates

Colliding Worlds Trilogy

Collision

Implosion

Explosion

Guardians of the Seven Seals

(currently out of print)

Knightfall

Hellbound

Other Fiction

Never Fear

Stealing Fate

Tales from the SFR Brigade, Vol. 1

Stories on the Go

Author’s Note

Thank you for reading
Deadland Rising
, the final novel in the three-part
Deadland Saga
. Inspired by Dante Alighieri’s
Divine Comedy
, the
Deadland Saga
takes the reader through a journey that echoes the one Dante took in the three poems that comprise the
Divine Comedy
.

In
Deadland Rising
, reminiscent of “Paradiso,” Dante (represented by Cash) and Beatrice (represented by Clutch) discover redemption and salvation in the final part of their journey. Zeds play a smaller role as the survivors switch from running from sin (monsters) to rediscovering their humanity.

Like “Paradiso,” this story covers virtues and how love can heal the worst of wounds. The thirty-three chapters reflect the thirty-three cantos of the poem, and Easter eggs can be found throughout
Deadland Rising
. Here are just a few items you’ll find similar between the two stories:

In Uncertainty, Cash and Clutch come across a nun (Piccarda Donati) and other historical people.
In Ambition, they learn from Justinian, a Roman emperor and talented orator.
In Prudence, they are surrounded by light (both sunlight and candlelight).
Fires are an underlying theme of Fortitude.
In Courage, they look from high (on the roof) over the wolves (of the capital).
As with all three poems, all three novels end with “stars.”

For the full list of over one hundred Easter eggs, visit my website at
www.rachelaukes.com
.

Acknowledgements

With many thanks to Stephanie Riva, Glenda Moleski, Michael Koogler, and Amber Schmidt for taking a decent story and making it infinitely better. Thanks to my husband for hanging in there through all the crazy times. And, thank you, my reader, for your messages, cheers, and enthusiasm. Live with endless hope and watch out for zombies!

About the Author

Rachel Aukes is the bestselling author of 100 Days in Deadland, which was named one of the best books of 2013 by

Suspense Magazine.
Rachel lives in Iowa with her husband and an incredibly spoiled sixty-pound lap dog.

When not writing, she can be found flying old airplanes and trying to prepare for the zombie apocalypse.

Connect with Rachel at
www.RachelAukes.com
.

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This book 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 entirely coincidental. All rights reserved.

Kindle Edition: April 2015

Edited by Stephanie Riva – RivaReading.com

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