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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Nine: "'Return"

2020-11-14 Fiction
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Download or read book A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Nine: "'Return" written by Wayne Kyle Spitzer. This book was released on 2020-11-14. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Welcome to the Big Empty, the world after the Flashback, a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to change you: for better or for worse. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood and beauty. Do it today, before the apocalypse comes. He hesitated before peeling off a wedge and placing it in his mouth, at which he closed his eyes and seemed to melt, hanging back his head, working his jaw in a circular motion, reopening his eyes—pausing suddenly. “What?” I asked. “What is it?” He tilted his head, peering into the branches. “Isn’t that strange?” I followed his gaze into the tree but, alas, saw nothing. Which, of course, was precisely the problem; there was nothing—no oranges, no leaves, no uppermost branches, it was as though someone or something had picked the treetop clean. “Someone has a helluva reach,” said Maldano. I looked around the lot: at the lichen-covered Public Market and the Jersey Mike’s Subs with the Prius in its window, at the Vietnamese Nail Salon and the El Buzo Peruvian Restaurant. “We should split up, canvas the area. Make sure—there’s nothing else.” “Yeah,” said Maldano. “I think you’re right.” I headed for the Public Market. “Make a sweep of the strip mall. I’m going to check out that grocery store.” He laughed a little at that—which caused me to pause. “Orders—Hooper?” I half-turned, but didn’t make eye contact. “Sorry?” “I mean, in all this? This Big Empty? This ‘world tenanted by willows … and the souls of willows?’” There was something in his voice. Something subtle, something contentious. “Call it what you like,” I said, and continued toward the market.

A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Three: "Ride"

2020-06-07 Fiction
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Download or read book A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Three: "Ride" written by Wayne Kyle Spitzer. This book was released on 2020-06-07. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Scenes & Interludes ... from an Improbable End. A new series in the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Universe ... Atticus, meanwhile, had been counting down. “Three … two … one.” He sighed and lowered the megaphone—then lifted it to his mouth again. “The problem with you, Jaime, is that you just—don’t—listen. Now I just explained to you what was going to happen if I reached ‘one’ and you hadn’t come out, and goddamned if you didn’t come out. So. What’s going to happen now is that we’re going to kill one of these people for every 30 seconds you remain inside the vehicle—starting immediately.” He directed the bullhorn at the upper floors of one of the buildings. “Hershel? You awake up there?” “Get ready,” I said. “I’m awake,” came a voice, though it was impossible to tell exactly where from. “Fine,” said Atticus. “Hershel, in 30 seconds, I want you to place your site on the head of … that little girl, right there.” He gestured at a storefront on our right side—Simply Seattle. “Green coat, last one on the end, right next to the display window. Copy that there, Chief?” The man didn’t hesitate. “Twenty-nine! 28! 27 …” I toggled the loudspeaker myself. “We’re coming out,” I said, suddenly, and glanced at Sam. “We’re trying to figure out how.” There was a silence as Atticus seemed to think about this. At last he said, “Well, how complicated could it be? Just open the door. Hershel, keep counting ...” “Twenty-three, 22, 21 …” “It’s not that simple,” I hurried to say, “It’s, like, pressurized or something.” To the others I said, “On my mark, okay? Get ready.” “We’re at 18 seconds and counting, James,” said Atticus. “Best clean your glasses and get with it.” “Seventeen, 16, 15 …” “Okay! Okay. We’re depressurizing. Right … now.” And then Sam was toggling the smoke as I gripped the joystick tightly and Nigel took over the loudspeaker and Lazaro opened the side door, after which we cursed loudly and bent to our tasks, and, together, threw wide the gates of Hell. The Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Cycle Flashback (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Flashback Dawn (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Tales from the Flashback (re-printed as Dinosaur Rampage) Flashback Twilight (serialized as A Dinosaur is a Man’s Best Friend; re-printed as The Complete Ank & Williams, Dinosaur War, Paladins) A Reign of Thunder (serialized as Heat Wave) A Survivor’s Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse

A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse

2020-05-19 Fiction
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Download or read book A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse written by Wayne Kyle Spitzer. This book was released on 2020-05-19. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: “Drop ‘em, now!” came a voice, even as we spun in its direction and raised our weapons—and quickly realized there was nothing to shoot at. Nothing visible, at any rate. What there was, however, were tiny red dots—on our foreheads, over our hearts. “You see them. Good,” said the voice, just as cool as iced tea—the perfect accompaniment to the clatter of shifting firearms. “And now you’re going to bend down … slowly … and lay all your weapons at your feet. All right? Nooo one has to get hurt. Just do as I say … and then we can have a nice conversation. About who you are, for example. And where you’re from. And what you’re doing being dropped off by a helicopter in the middle of disputed territory. Our territory. Okay?” “Okay,” I said, and nodded at the others—and at Lazaro twice; we’d been in this situation before and he always wanted to play chicken. Slowly everyone did it—the red dots never wavering, the rain starting to rattle against the gate. “Is that a weed wacker?” said the voice, and was followed by laughter. “Damn.” I heard the tapping of what turned out to be an axe head against concrete before I realized he’d stepped into a shaft of gray light. “Don’t let their laughter get to you—people used to laugh at us too.” We watched, paralyzed, as the bearded silhouette seemed to yawn and stretch. “What can I say? All this rain—it makes me sleepy. I’ll tell you, I could really go for a Flat White about now. Two ristretto espresso shots, some whole milk steamed to perfection, a little ephemeral latte art right in the center. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” He cocked his head in the near perfect silence. “No? What you want then, a bronson? At this hour? A good, earthy black IPA, perhaps? I could go for that. Something with a nice malty backbone—good for the old ticker.” He laughed, seeming to think about it. “I know. Too conventional, right?” He shook his head. “Momma always said: she said, ‘Atticus, all your taste is in your mouth.’” There was a thin chuckle and a few clanks of the axe. “Kind of mean, don’t you think? Anyway. That’s what she said.” He began walking toward us—slowly, deliberately—dragging the handle, dragging its blade along the pavement. “Look,” I said. “We didn’t come here looking for any …” “Any what?” He stopped about four feet in front of me, close enough at last for us to have a good look at him, and what we saw seemed utterly incongruous with what Roman had told us—except, of course, for the multitude of tattoos (mostly triangles), and even more so the washboarded scar, which ran from somewhere on his scalp and through an eye (over which one lens of his dark, plastic-framed glasses had been painted black) clear to his left shoulder. That much, at least, fit. What didn’t fit was the slicked-back pompadour and long, full, meticulously-trimmed beard—Jesus, there was even product in it—nor, for that matter, the flannel lumberjack shirt and skinny jeans, not to mention the Converse sneakers. What didn’t fit, as the similarly attired men holding laser-guided rifles emerged from behind overgrown automobiles and support columns, was that the feared and formidable Skidders were, when exposed to the light of day (and not to put too fine a point on it), hipsters. “Well doesn’t this just take the cake,” said Lazaro, and spit.

A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Five: "Elegy"

2020-07-06 Fiction
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Download or read book A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Five: "Elegy" written by Wayne Kyle Spitzer. This book was released on 2020-07-06. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: That’s when I heard the strange sound: a kind of forlorn mewing, like the note of a horn being drug out too long, coming from just around the corner, just beyond the liquor store—and paused, holding up my hand. “What? What’s going on?” I waved her into silence, dropping the rein, then hustled to the edge of the building—where, after peeking around the corner, I saw a juvenile sauropod of the Diplodocus family (meaning it was the size of a typical school bus) collapsed in the middle of the street—its right front leg stuck in a manhole. “What is it? What do you see?” I looked from the sauropod to the corner of a nearby building, where something had moved, then across the street to an overgrown alley. Yes, I thought. There. And there. Between the tattoo parlor and the marijuana dispensary … “Allosaurs,” I said, gravely. “An entire pack of them. In desert camouflage. They—they’ve got something trapped.” “Omigod. It—it’s not your dog, is it?” I returned and picked up the rein, began leading Blucifer forward, into the intersection. “No.” “Wait … what are you—” “We’re going through,” I said. “But what if those things—” “They don’t care about us; they want the bigger game. For now. Just hold on.” The horse’s hooves went clip-clop, clip-clop as we passed, the bluish-gray sauropod coming into full view ... A moment later she said, “It—it’s stuck. In the manhole. Do you see that?” I eyed the predators warily, continuing to lead. “There’s nothing we can do about it.” “But she’ll be helpless against—” “That is the way of it,” I insisted. “The way of the—” “Look, would you stop with the Indian clap-trap? I’m not even sure—" There was a thwomp as the allosaur by the building leapt into the road—not by us but about fifty feet away, near the sauropod. “Jesus, can’t you do anything? What about your bow?” “And risk bringing them down on us?” I intensified our pace, sprinting toward the Stratosphere. “No!” And then they were coming—the allosaurs from across the street—passing so close we could smell the meat on their breath; closing in on the frightened herbivore … until we passed the scene completely and sought refuge in a nearby gas station (its storefront had long since collapsed) and gathered there trembling as the sauropod cried out—for it wouldn’t be long now until they fell upon her. “Jesus,” said Essie, listening. “What a world.” “Yes,” I said, remembering. “My father used to say it had a demonic sublime; every tree and every rock, every animal, including man, down to the lowest insect.” I listened as the sauropod moaned, seeming already to give up, to resign its fate. “And yet.” “What do you mean?” “What?” “You said, ‘and yet.’ What did you mean?” I un-shouldered the compound bow—rubbing my aching deltoid, stretching my arm. “Nothing. It’s just that … maybe it doesn’t have to be this way.” When she didn’t respond I looked at her—found her already looking at me: calmly, meditatively, her eyes seeming to glimmer. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” “I mean … that I could end it. Her confusion and terror. That I—could prevent her from suffering.” I looked at the bow and the dark, poisoned bolts attached to it. “That it’s in my hands to do so.”

A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Eight: "'The Elephant Slayer"

2020-10-05 Fiction
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Download or read book A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Eight: "'The Elephant Slayer" written by Wayne Kyle Spitzer. This book was released on 2020-10-05. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Welcome to the Big Empty, the world after the Flashback ... a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same--for this is a world whose very purpose is to change you: for better or for worse. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood ... and beauty. Do it today ... before the apocalypse comes. * * * I looked at the nearest mount, a triceratops head with a broken horn (and a frightful visage), wondering what the circumstances of its death had been. Had it been charging—with the Flashback in its eyes, perhaps—and thus aware that it had an opponent? Or had it been unaware, just mulling its soft grasses, until the bullet entered its brain? “No,” I said, finally, turning my attention back to him. “Can’t exactly say as I am. It—it’s never seemed like a fair contest to me.” I jerked my leg against the chain—twice—to make a point. “Does it to you?” “Pshaw,” he protested. “You speak as if we’re enemies. As though this were some contest between you and I, personally. On the contrary, Mr. Hayes. It’s a collaboration.” I’m afraid I just stared at him. At last I said: “Okay—why not. I’ll bite. What are you talking about?” “I am talking, Mr. Hayes …” He stood and began pacing the length of the table. “—about legend. About myth and memory—and the securing of one’s place in the natural order of things.” He withdrew something from his housecoat as he walked—a pipe; but didn’t light it. “Posterity is what I’m talking about. A place at the table of the gods. That, and endings. Inevitabilities.” He paused and struck a match. “One last and penultimate hunt.” He lit the pipe and waved out the match, then turned, slowly, regarding me through a cloud of smoke. “Atatilla, is what I’m talking about. Queen of the Mammoths. The, ah, Leviathan of the Steppes, as they say. I intend to kill her. And you, my lost and wayward friend, are going to help me. By acting as my driver.”

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