The Decaying World Saga (Book 1): Tribes of Decay

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TRIBES OF DECAY

 

The Decaying World Saga

Book I

 

Michael W. Garza

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2016 by Michael W. Garza

 

 

 

For my father

 

You need to spend time crawling alone through

shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.

 

-Shaun Hick

 

 

 

 

 

 

Severed Press books by Michael W. Garza

 

The Hand That Feeds: A Prequel to The Decaying World Saga

 

The Last Infection: A Prequel to The Decaying World Saga

 

 

 

The Decaying World Saga

 

Tribes of Decay

 

Season of Decay

 

1

 

The cold, damp air left the heavy vegetation glowing in a thin cover of dew. Morning light crept across overgrown streets and long-abandoned structures. Little remained of the old world. Those who called this place home knew only fragments of the once proud people who believed they’d reached the pinnacle of civilization.

Darian was a hunter. He’d always been taller than the other boys his age and his skill with a bow was considered the best among the Cheyenne Tribe. Rowan lived his life in the shadow of his older, admired cousin. The two were as close as brothers. They’d been inseparable since they were children. At the age of seventeen, they would be among the next generation to take the test of manhood.

“Haven’t we been out here long enough?” Darian asked. His skill with a bow was almost as well-known as his questionable sense of humor. “I’d be just as happy to spear you and take you back.” He laughed as Rowan finally turned around. “I’m sure if I skinned you down, no one would even notice the difference.”

Rowan was trying to keep Darian focused. It was a task he’d been at since they were three years old. Darian never had to try very hard to be good at anything. It annoyed the hell out of Rowan at times, but he’d learned to accept it.

“Look at the sun,” he pointed out beyond the buildings. “We haven’t been out that long.”

“Why don’t we head west?” Darian asked.

Rowan eyed him closely. The land west of the city was crawling with the infected and both of them knew it well. The tribe had managed to push most of the infected into the outlands beyond the city before the last harvest. No one was allowed to go out beyond the city limits. The city was bad enough, the dead lurked in the dark corners of every building, and they were difficult to deal with in large numbers.

“We can’t play around anymore,” Rowan said. “We have to bring something back or we’ll lose favor in the elders’ eyes.”

Darian smiled a sly grin. “You know as well as I do that the lands in the west are stocked full with game.” He had Rowan right where he wanted him. “We can stay at the edge of the city and we’ll be fine.”

Rowan wanted to disagree, but he knew Darian was right. In truth, he was tired. They’d already drained their waterskins and the day was looking like a total loss. He tried one last time to think of a better idea as his eyes scanned from one dim entryway to another. The buildings loomed overhead in every direction, their exteriors covered in deep-green foliage that matched the distant surrounding forest. Rowan gave in with a nod and they were on their way a moment later.

The streets were as silent as a grave. Rowan often wondered what the people of the old world were like, but deep thought was not a particular hobby of his cousin. Rowan knew his place among his people and he was content with his lot in life. He was proud of his skills and he was sure the council of elders would make him a full member when the trials began.

“Don’t you ever think about what it was like before us?” Rowan asked and Darian’s face drew up as if the question smelled bad. “…in the times before the infection.” Rowan’s eyes were on the main doorway of a three-story building across the street.

“No.”

The simple response caused Rowan to freeze in his tracks. He shook his head and laughed. He marveled at what it must be like to not get caught up in reflection. Rowan knew it was a key difference between the two cousins. Darian was capable of sudden action and it showed in everything he did.

“You think too much,” Darian said as he pulled an apple from the pouch dangling off his belt. “I bet you’d be a better shot if you spent more time with your bow.” The bigger boy pushed Rowan in the back. “When I’m the council chief, I’m going to forbid you from thinking about anything longer than me.”

Rowan started off again, this time laughing.

“I guess that means I won’t be thinking at all.”


Rowan gasped for air and tried to remain perfectly still. He’d lost Darian somewhere within the building, but was too frightened to retrace his steps and look for him. His knees shook and he was sure that his deep, panting breaths would give him away. The only light came from a small window at the other end of the hall.

They’d reached the edge of the city and a sprawling valley opened up ahead of them. And what they found there nearly brought them to their knees. The infected pushed through the high grass in an endless row of bodies. The count was unnamable and the sheer size too vast for comprehension. Their horrible howls carried on the wind, slithering through the grassland.

Rowan and Darian rushed for cover, seeking refuge in the first building they found. Darkness consumed them and at some point during the panic-stricken run, they were separated. Neither of them had the courage to call out. Rowan was alone and fear clung to him more than ever before.

He could hear the dead closing in. Their moaning calls echoed through the dark halls. The tactic was a common one and highly effective. The infected would cover the exterior of the building and send the dead in to flush out the prey.

Rowan cursed himself for falling into the trap. He couldn’t shake the nefarious vision of the horde crossing the field. He couldn’t remember ever seeing a group so massive. He would have to get word to the council. The sound of footsteps reminded him that he needed to live long enough to get out of the building before he would have to worry about delivering the news.

He notched an arrow and tried to gather his bearings. He’d lost himself in his mad dash, but guessed at the direction of the stairs. Rowan took three hesitant steps before another sound froze him still. He considered his surroundings and then quickly put his bow away and pulled the knife from his belt.

The moaning grew louder and a rush of sounds followed. Figures shifted within the shadows of a room on the other side of the hall and Rowan rushed toward the opening. He peered through the doorway in time to watch Darian’s knife plunge through the skull of a zombie. The blade dug through the top of the head and burst from its mouth. Darian let the creature fall to the floor and then managed to flash his cousin a smile before he waved him over.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” Rowan whispered. “You know we’re trapped in here.”

Darian’s smirk faded. “We need to go up.”

“We’ll get stuck.”

“We’ll just have to wait them out then.”

Rowan shook his head. “Did you see the size of the horde?”

“We’ve seen worse.”

Rowan was going to disagree, but a new sound pulled his attention back to the hallway. The slithering-speak consisted of a series of grunts interchanged with words. Rowan’s heart thumped in his chest. The infected were coming in after them. He felt his hands shake as his mind raced.

“We’ve got to go now,” Rowan said, but Darian was already moving. “We can’t get trapped in here.”

Darian waved him off as he approached the doorway. He held still for a moment before peeking out into the hall. Rowan’s eyes adjusted enough to see Darian signal him forward. They stepped out into the hall only a foot apart.

The darkness played havoc on Rowan’s mind. He swore there was movement up ahead, but Darian continued on. The dead-speak grew louder, now joined by quickening steps. The echo in the hall made it impossible to tell which direction the sounds were coming from. The cousins were a few steps from a crossway when something rushed them from the shadows.

The howl gave it away. Its lashing movements were a common mark of the infected and the dim light revealed it. Pale gray skin covered his naked body. Open sores on his cheeks and chest showed through to the tissue beneath. Scarlet stains covered him from head to toe, hinting at the horrific acts of his bloodthirsty desires.

Darian dove instinctively and slid across the debris-laden floor, leaving Rowan face to face with the fiend. He brought his knife up as the infected man lashed out at him. The blade stabbed into his forearm and the force of the blow dug straight into the bone. The infected man grabbed a hold of Rowan’s shirt, oblivious to the damage to his limb. He pushed Rowan back, snapping his teeth together as he leaned in for a bite. A foul breath escaped his open jaws saturating the space with a vile mix of sickness and vomit.

Rowan was down on one knee pushing back the full weight of his attacker. The man roared in maddening rage and several echoed replies filled the hallway from both directions. Rowan pulled his knife free and rolled out from under the attack. He spun around in time to see Darian slam into his attacker, his knife digging into the infected man’s chest up to the hilt. The man staggered back, pulling himself free from the blade, and then gave one last screech before collapsing to the floor.

The sound of the struggle drew the infected in and Rowan caught sight of figures rushing toward them. He grabbed Darian’s sleeve and pulled him into an open doorway. A moment later and the door was closed with both boys dragging battered desks across the room to stack against the entrance. They leaned behind the makeshift barrier and braced for impact.

“We have to keep moving,” Darian said.

They were already running when the infected reached the barricade. The impact reverberated throughout the room, and the initial shot sounded like an explosion. The cousins burst into a long open bay and rushed down a center aisle lined with rows of crumbling desks on either side. Their feet kicked up decades of dust with every step leaving a cloud of dirt in their wake.

They reached the center of the open space when a thundering clamor signaled that the infected had broken through the barricaded door. The shrieks that followed announced that they’d been spotted. The sound of a stomping assault echoed through the adjoining room in a tidal wave of noise. Rowan followed Darian to the end of the chamber and the bigger boy burst through a partially open door and out into a main corridor.

A number of figures lunged toward them as a mass of outstretched hands reached for fresh meat. Darian slashed his knife across his body, nearly stabbing Rowan in the process. He managed to ram his blade into the exposed side of one of the infected, but couldn’t pull it free. He stretched out for Rowan and pushed him beyond a pair of hands. The hesitation allowed the rest of the infected group to cross the corridor. Rowan saw the haunting, golden hue of their eyes before he started to run again. Darian managed to get ahead of him as the infected closed in.

The heat of their pursuers’ breath surrounded Rowan like a cloud, saturating his skin. His heart leapt to his throat and terror engulfed his mind. He could hear them all around, calling at him in their dreadful speak. He screamed wildly as panic consumed him.

Darian reached an exit and flung open the door. Light burst into the hall as a hand grabbed a hold of Rowan’s shirt. He tried in vain to pull away as another hand took hold. Rowan turned to face his certain death and the full sight of the group crushed his hope. The sound of Darian’s war cry broke through the horror as he threw himself at their pursuers.

Rowan pulled free and ran. He covered the remainder of the hall in several leaping strides then sprang from the entrance out into the light. He couldn’t slow himself until he crossed the street and reached the building on the other side. Darian’s scream pulled Rowan to a grinding halt. He’d never heard Darian shriek in horror and before he turned around, Rowan knew that’s exactly what it was.

Darian was on the ground trying to crawl across the entryway. Several pairs of hands had a hold of his legs, gouging into his skin. Rowan’s eyes locked onto to his cousin’s and the fear was unmistakable. Darian’s grip failed him as a hellacious roar erupted from the open doorway. He lashed wildly, trying to grab a hold of anything within reach. A single word escaped his mouth before he disappeared into the darkness.

“Run.”

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