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Day One

The Zero Trilogy

Book #2

A Short Collapse Series Companion Adventure

Copyright 2015

WB Publishing

All Rights Reserved

No part of this work may be reproduced in any form, except to quote in reviews or interviews, without the express permission of the author. Any unauthorized reproduction of this work is punishable by law
.

The characters and situations in this book are fictional. Any parallel to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental and is not intended by the author
.

Praise for The Collapse Series and Zero Trilogy

“Author Summer Lane of Reedley is giving the word ‘prolific’ a run for its money.”

-
The Reedley Exponent

“The [Reedley] resident is a prolific writer.”

-
Fresno Bee

“Summer is fantastic with writing action, character interaction, and intensity when it comes to scenes.”

-
Ruth Silver, Bestselling Author of
Dead Girl Walking

“If you haven't read any, start with the first and go all the way through to the end. You will not be disappointed.”

-
Andrew Carlson, Author of the
Sue Series

“The author has a real knack for writing dialogue as well as action scenes, and I'd say her newest book is her most polished yet.”

-
Ellisa Barr, Bestselling Author of
Outage

“Great plot, great cast of characters, fast-paced, and full of twists! An awesomesauce read you should get your hands on right now!”

-
Juliana Haygert, author of
The Everlast Trilogy

For anyone who has survived
.

You are a fighter
.

CONTENTS

Prologue

Part One: The Hunt

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Part Two: The Slavers

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

About Summer Lane

Prologue

Elle slipped through the door of the apartment building. It had been raining for hours. Her backpack had rubbed red, raw marks on her shoulders. She could hear the echoes of the Klan’s cries against the buildings, carrying all the way down Santa Monica Boulevard
.

She looked at the gun stuffed into her belt
.

She couldn’t believe she’d found it. Hidden in someone’s abandoned apartment, in nearly perfect condition. It was a 1911, a Smith and Wesson. Heavy for a girl her size, but better than nothing. It was something Uncle would have liked to shoot. Something classic. Something that packed a punch
.

She moved toward the dark staircase in the building. Her backpack clanked. She had filled it with boxes of ammunition. She’d found no food today, but she’d found plenty of ammo
.

Elle climbed the staircase, feeling her way down the hall. The building was silent. The quiet was terrifying, stifling. Something in the building creaked. She spun around, taking the gun out of her belt. It was so big—so heavy. But it gave her a sense of security to grip it
.

The darkness was comforting, too. In the beginning, when the lights went out and the electricity had died, she was afraid of the dark. Now she embraced it. She could hide in the dark. She could get away from people who wanted to hurt her
.

“I know you’re in here.”

The voice was raspy, broken. Slurred
.

Elle felt for the safety on the gun, made sure it was off. She held it in front of her, taking a few steps backward, further down the hall. The stairs groaned under the footsteps of the man coming up the steps
.

“Come on, girly. Stop playing games. Let’s just get this over with.”

Elle’s gun was loaded. There were five bullets in the magazine. But it was dark, and she could miss five times. That was the worst-case scenario. And the gunshots would bring more of the Klan. She would be surrounded. Dead
.

Her hands shook
.

“You’re close, I can smell it,” he said
.

Elle stifled a gasp. He couldn’t be more than ten feet away
.

“Ah,” he said. “There you are.”

Boom, boom, boom
.

His footsteps were heavy, coming closer. Elle kicked open the apartment door to her right. It swung open, flooding the hallway with gray, rainy light. She saw his face – weathered, grizzled and beaten. His eyes were bloodshot, a crazed smile on his face. Elle pulled the trigger. The gunshot was deafening in the silent confines of the apartment building
.

The gun kicked back, jerking Elle’s hands into the air, making her stumble. But the shot was straight and true. The man toppled to the ground, collapsing in a misshapen heap on the ground. He didn’t scream, didn’t moan. He was just quiet
.

Elle lowered the gun, standing near the doorway of the open room, trembling like a leaf. Several minutes passed. She crept closer to the man and tapped his shoulder with her shoe. Nothing. She pushed him on his side. The gunshot had hit him right in the forehead. He’d died with his eyes wide open, glassy and bloody. Shocked
.

Elle jumped backward, looking at his dead body
.

She let out a strangled sob
.

She had killed for the first time, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last
.

Part One: The Hunt

Chapter One

California Interstate 5 and Highway 99 Merge – Tehachapi Mountains

It was cold. Fog hung freezing and heavy in the air, pressing down on Elle’s chest. She knelt on the ground and traced her finger along the edge of a tire track. It was clearly imprinted in the mud. She looked around.

Walls of fog were on every side, closing in.

Eating her up.

She kept her eyes on the ground, barely able to follow the tracks without losing all sense of direction. It was eerily silent. There was no noise, no thrum of distant traffic or passenger jets flying overhead.

All was silent.

All was dead.

Elle’s shoes were caked in mud. Her lips were cracked. She was running low on water. For three days she had been following the tracks, hoping that they would end at some point. But no. They had veered off the Interstate 5 highway and into the
countryside, zigzagging through country roads and back into the dirt again.

Elle stopped. She put her hands on her knees and coughed, licking her lips. She sat on the ground, hanging her head. Her chest heaved and her eyes closed. She loosened the leather strap across her chest, the one holding the sheath that reached across her back. It kept her katana – her sword – safe and easily accessible.

She was exhausted.

She popped open the water canteen and swallowed the last bit of liquid.

She tucked the canteen back into her jacket and adjusted the straps on her backpack. She had no idea where she was, no idea what time it was. It could be early morning – it could be late afternoon. Halfway delirious, she’d lost track of time.

It wasn’t like her to lose track.

But starvation did that to you.

She forced herself forward, following the tracks. She stumbled and fell on her palms, drawing blood. She stayed there on all fours, tears in her eyes.

She was tired. So tired.

Tired of fighting, tired of tracking.

Tired of surviving.

She remained staring at the ground. Everything seemed to melt together. She
was
tired. Did she have to keep going? She could curl up into a ball and sleep forever, shutting her eyes to the hollow mess this world had become.

No, I have to get up. For Jay, and Georgia…and Flash
.

Familiar names. Friends’ names.

It was what Elle needed to get up and keep trying.

The United States had changed. Last year, a technological attack destroyed the very fiber of modern society. An EMP, they called it. An electromagnetic pulse. It took out computers, cars, cell phones, everything. In a single instant, the entire country was thrown into the stone age.

And then
they
came. Omega. A foreign army – a shadow invasion force, creeping quickly into the states, enslaving the population, executing whomever they deemed “non-contributing” members of society. Los Angeles and other heavy population centers were exterminated with chemical weapons, leaving nothing
but empty husks of cities, taken over by Omega forces and roving, violent gangs – the dregs of civilization.

Elle had been living in Beverly Hills, California, when it all went down. She was a martial arts enthusiast, a gymnast. A freshman at Beverly Hills High School, the daughter of wealthy socialites. That all changed the moment the power went out. Elle’s mother had sent her to live with her aunt and uncle on a ranch in the Tehachapi Mountains, hoping that this disaster – this invasion – would blow over quickly. Surely the United States military would step in and stop this madness.

But they hadn’t.

Eventually, Elle returned to the city on her own, searching for her family.

What she found was a Los Angeles that had turned into an archaic battleground between Omega and bloodthirsty gangs. She learned the hard way what it meant to survive, and to fight. She became a part of the city, a shadow, hardly seen, never heard.

And then she met the bunker survivors. Jay, Georgia, Pix and Flash, juvenile delinquents who had survived the invasion in a bunker deep under a correctional facility. Elle’s alliance with the mangy,
unorthodox group of kids was a surprise to her. She had never thought she would become attached to anyone again.

Together, they decided to head toward Sacramento, California. It was a rumored safe haven, a United States military stronghold. California militias and the National Guard were protecting it.

They had been so close to reaching Sacramento when they were attacked by Omega. Pix was killed. Jay, Georgia and Flash had disappeared, and Elle was left to track them down. Somehow, they had been taken by a local militia group – and Elle was determined to rescue them before something bad happened.

Elle had few supplies left in her backpack – limited water and two granola bars. It was more than most people had, but still. The Tehachapi Mountains loomed dark and ominous to the south, rising into the sky. The fog had lifted enough so that it hovered just above the tips of the lowest hills. Plains of golden grassland surrounded Elle as she looked at the
freeway lanes, a twisted assembly of concrete and faded signs.

It was early morning. The sun was bright, but the temperature hovered in the low forties. Elle shivered in her dark jacket, looking down at her damp, dirty running shoes. She hadn’t been able to find the road that the trucks took. All of the tire tracks and footprints at the freeway interchange blurred into one smear of mud and burnt rubber. She searched for the most recent overlay of tracks. That would tell her where her friends had been taken.
Empty cars were scattered along the edge of the lanes, but for the most part, the road was empty. It was desolate, a reminder of the fall of civilization.

Elle crouched low behind a guardrail, on the edge of an overpass. An oil tanker had overturned here. The remains of its black, burnt carcass lay on the road. The inferno that had engulfed the vehicle after its fall had melted pavement.
Elle puzzled out her next move.

Which way did they go? Where am I supposed to look now? I’m back at the mountains. This entire thing was a waste of time! I’ll never be able to find them
.

She shook her head.

She knew looking for Jay, Georgia and Flash was a fool’s errand. She’d come all this way and still couldn’t find a sure sign that they had passed through. She should turn north and head toward Sacramento and try to find a safe haven. Her chances of survival would be better if she started now, before the most brutal part of winter set in.

Elle knew this. It was the logical choice, the smart choice.

And Elle had learned to play it smart. Emotions needed to be set aside.

She closed her eyes. She could see the smoldering remains of the Suzuki jeep, the dead body of small, harmless Pix. The smattering of golden graffiti on the crashed Omega vehicle. The dead troops.

Elle felt like there was nothing she could do. Wandering around aimlessly would get her killed, too. She had to reevaluate. She had to move on.

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