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Then he hears them.

Though he can’t see the source through the sun’s blinding light, the snarls of the Empties are unmistakable.

He thinks he can, perhaps, get onto his feet and run away, even though he is strapped to the chair.

That’s when he looks down to the ground and notices both his legs are gone. Each leg has been severed mid-thigh.

Gabriel screams.

He writhes in the chair, trying to break free. He rumbles the chair so hard that it tips over.

Falling down on his side positions him to where the top of the stadium blocks out the sun. No longer blinded, Gabriel can see the Empties lumbering along, twenty-five yards away from him.

One of the creatures has long auburn hair and wears a flowered sun dress. It looks to have been around Gabriel’s age when it was possessed.

The other creature is nearly half the size of the other, and was also a female when it breathed. It wears a t-shirt with a unicorn on it, and a pair of purple tights.

Two things strike Gabriel as strange.

One is that neither Empty has any blood on it. He would’ve assumed that they would have consumed their share of flesh by now.

The other is that, the closer the two creatures get to him, the more familiar they become.

It is when they cut their original distance in half that it hits Gabriel.

These two creatures are his wife and his daughter.

Tears slide down the sides of Gabriel’s face, falling onto the blades of grass he lays on. Katie and Sarah—his babies; he has failed them.

“No,” he cries. “Please, God, no.”

But it’s too late.

As he bathes in his failure as both a husband and a father, a certain peculiar calm falls over Gabriel.

He will soon be free. He will soon join them on the other side. Perhaps not right away, but eventually, when their bodies are released. But are their souls already standing in an afterlife waiting for him? Of that, he is unsure. He thinks he will be waiting, but hopefully, not long.

Just five yards away now, he looks at his wife.

“I love you.”

He looks down to his beautiful daughter, staring into her empty eyes.

“Baby.”

They snarl as he closes his eyes.

Gabriel’s wife and daughter fall on him.

Gabriel awoke in a cold sweat. While the room was dark, there were candles lit along the walls. He lay flat on a table, and when he went to wipe the sweat from his brow, he found he was unable to move his hands. He was strapped to the surface.

“Nice of you to join us.”

Gabriel looked over to see Ambrose sitting in a chair. From what Gabriel could tell, they were the only two people in the room.

Gabriel tried again to break free.

“You’re wasting your energy,” Ambrose said. “Now, let’s just relax and talk a bit.”

“Why the fuck do I wanna talk to you? You killed one of my friends.”

“And if you don’t want the others to end up the same way, I suggest you listen.”

Gabriel tried to break free again, and then he finally gave in. He relaxed, lying flat on his back and looking at the ceiling. The aroma from the candles helped calm him, and he closed his eyes and breathed in and out deeply.

Ambrose struck a match, and brought it to the cigar hanging out of his mouth.

“Don’t fucking smoke in here,” Gabriel said. He didn’t present it as a question.

Nathan snorted, waved the match in the air, and slipped the fresh cigar back into his pocket.

“Why?” Gabriel asked. “Why did you have to kill him?”

“I’m not so sure we saw the same thing,” Ambrose said. “Your friend had the same opportunity that all our other competitors have.”

Gabriel looked up and said, “Bullshit.”

“See it how you want, Mr. Alexander, but I killed no one. And I won’t allow you to throw such accusations my way.”

Gabriel rested his head on the flat, hard surface again. “What do you want?”

Ambrose stood up and circled the room as he spoke, his boots clicking on the hard floor. “I think that we can help each other, Gabriel. You want to stay alive. And I need a champion gladiator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“These games we play aren’t just for fun, Mr. Alexander. The people you saw cheering in the stands weren’t just doing so because they wanted to. They were gambling.”

Gabriel scoffed. “Gambling? What the hell good is money anymore?”

Ambrose stopped next to Gabriel and stared down at him, smiling. “Not money. We use food and ammunition as currency.”

Gabriel then thought back to when he’d walked into the stadium. He had noticed the box beside the ticket collector that had been filled with canned food and ammunition.

“And what do I have to do with your gambling ring?”

“You, Mr. Alexander,” Ambrose said, “could be my guaranteed winning ticket. I see something in you. Something strong. I read about it in that journal. You’ve been out in the world, fighting these things one at a time. You’re strong, the strongest I’ve seen.”

“You just let a stronger man die,” Gabriel said.

“Considering he had but one foot to stand on, I seriously doubt that.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Gabriel said.

“No, it doesn’t. Now, are you ready to listen, or not?”

Gabriel stared up at Ambrose, and didn’t say a word.

“Good,” Ambrose said. He paced back and forth in the same line, a distance of only about ten feet beside Gabriel. “I know that the chances of you dying if I trot you out onto that field are much less than other competitors that we’ve had. The others are weak. Most of them have given up, including your friend Thomas. He lost his family, and he gave up. I could see it in his eyes, whether you want to believe it or not.

“You, Gabriel, are quite the opposite. You’ve kept moving forward, and you can’t lose hope. To lose hope would mean to give up on your family, to assume that they are gone.” Ambrose waved his index finger. “You haven’t done that. And I don’t think you will.”

Gabriel still didn’t respond; he only continued to listen.

“I want you to fight for me, to be my main attraction. We’ll put you up against the other fighters, and they will be favored, but you will win. Hopefully, most of the crowd will bet against you, because they do not know you yet. We’ll take advantage of that for as long as we can.”

“And then?” Gabriel asked.

 Ambrose shrugged. “And then we let you go. You and both your friends.”

“And why am I supposed to trust you?”

Ambrose smiled and moved closer to Gabriel. “Son, I don’t think you have much of a choice.”

Though he didn’t want to admit it, Ambrose was right. Gabriel didn’t have much of a choice. He’d seen what Ambrose was willing to do, as Gabriel had watched Thomas die. Ambrose could claim all day long that they’d had nothing to do with that, but that was bullshit and Gabriel knew it. Gabriel knew that going along with Nathan’s plan was likely his only chance of survival.

“If I agree to do this, I want to make sure a couple of things happen,” Gabriel said.

“You’re not exactly in a place to make demands,” Ambrose said.

“I want to be put with Jessica and Claire in the same room. I want to know that they’re safe. I’ve seen a lot of sick fucks around here, and I don’t want anything happening to those girls.”

“And how am I supposed to feel safe with the three of you being together?” Ambrose asked.

Gabriel chuckled and tried to lift his arms. “You kidding me? We have no firearms, and it’s apparently quite easy for you to restrain me whenever you want.”

Ambrose put his hands on his hips, and then he nodded. “All right. You’ve got a deal.”

“I also want a decent meal for us, and beds,” Gabriel said. “I think it’s the least you can do for a guy that’s gonna earn you a whole lot of goddamn food and firearms.”

Ambrose snorted, but he nodded again.

“All right, so, when do I start?”

Nathan Ambrose walked to the door and knocked three times. The door swung open, and two guards—not the same two assholes who’d been handling Gabriel before—entered the room and unfastened the leather straps around Gabriel’s wrists and ankles. With the straps loose, Gabriel sat up slowly, so as to not throw his back out. He could already feel the dull ache near the small of his back. Though it hurt, he managed to make it upright, and he sat with his legs over the side of the table. He massaged his wrists and drew circles with his toes, the joints in his ankles popping. After he’d only been comforting his wrists for a moment, one of the guards grabbed his hands and cuffed them.

“Are you serious?” Gabriel asked, looking to Ambrose.

Ambrose shook his head. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just because we made a couple of deals doesn’t mean you’re not still a prisoner here.”

The two guards stood Gabriel up, and Gabriel asked, “Where am I going?”

Leaving the room and walking into the hall, Ambrose turned back.

“Training.”

***

If Claire hadn’t been given a drug to make her fall asleep, Jessica presumed that the woman would have still been crying. Instead, Claire lay silent, strapped to a gurney that two of the guards had affixed her to.

It had to have been two hours since they’d watched Thomas die on the football field. Jessica hadn’t known Thomas long, but he’d become a friend, and she was sick of watching her friends die. Many questions ran through her head. Why had they taken them out there to see that happen? Was it just some kind of cruel, torturous joke? And why had Gabriel been separated from them?

Sitting against the wall with her arms folded over her knees, Jessica looked toward the door when she heard footsteps from down the hall. The door clicked, then swung open, and Lance and Derek entered the room. Derek walked over to Claire, first checking her pulse. Then he grabbed on to the back of the stretcher. Lance moved to the middle of the room and looked down at Jessica.

“On your feet.”

“And where are you taking us now?” Jessica asked.

Lance gritted his teeth. “Not another goddamn peep out of your mouth.”

Jessica pushed herself up off the ground. She stretched her arms out forward, not wanting Lance to have to touch her, and he cuffed her wrists.

“All right, let’s move,” Derek said. He pushed Claire, still unconscious, out of the room first.

Lance waved Jessica in front of him, and then fell in line behind her as she exited the room.

All Jessica could do was guess where they were taking her and Claire. She wondered if she might be headed for another one of those training sessions. If Claire would go to some kind of medical area to be tended to, or just to an empty room where she could start to wake up.

Jessica learned quickly that they weren’t heading to another training session. Where they should’ve gone one way at the end of the hall, Derek turned the other.

They walked down another hallway like the one that Jessica and Claire had already been living in. Classrooms lined either side, with rows of lockers installed into the walls between each of the doors. They stopped at one of the rooms. As with their previous room, the knob had been swapped out on the door to one that locked from the outside only. Derek unlocked the door and pushed it open. Jessica looked down at Claire. Her eyes were still closed, and her stomach gently rose and fell. Derek moved back behind the stretcher and pushed Claire into the room.

The classroom was almost identical to the one that Claire and Jessica had previously stayed in. Only, there was one big difference: the cot and two air mattresses sitting in the center of the space. Jessica’s eyes widened upon seeing this. She stopped in the doorway, somewhat in awe, and then felt a nudge urging her forward.

“Inside,” Lance said.

Jessica entered, and asked, “Is this our new room?”

“Not cozy enough for you?” Lance responded.

Shaking her head, Jessica said, “No, it’s not that. I just don’t understand why we’re suddenly being moved and given beds.”

“Because it’s what the boss wanted,” Derek said. He locked the wheels on the gurney and made his way toward the door.

Jessica furrowed her brow. “Who is the third bed for?”

“Someone will be bringing you a meal soon,” Derek said, ignoring Jessica’s question.

As Lance pulled the door shut, he poked his head through the crack and said, “Sweet dreams.”

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