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Authors: Sam Sisavath

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The Gates of Byzantium (Purge of Babylon, Book 2)

BOOK: The Gates of Byzantium (Purge of Babylon, Book 2)
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The Gates of Byzantium

Copyright © 2014 by Sam Sisavath

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No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Published by Road to Babylon Media LLC

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www.roadtobabylon.com
for news, updates, and announcements

Edited by Amanda Sumner, Samantha Gordon & Wendy Chan

Formatting by BB eBooks

Author’s Note

The
Babylon
series was conceived and written to be read in order, starting with the first book in the series,
The Purge of Babylon
, and continuing with Book #2,
The Gates of Byzantium
. It is highly recommended you begin the series with
Purge
. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Author’s Note

About
The Gates of Byzantium

Prelude

Book One – The Road Again

1: Josh

2: Blaine

3: Will

4: Josh

5: Lara

6: Josh

7: Blaine

8: Will

9: Josh

10: Lara

11: Will

12: Blaine

13: Will

14: Blaine

Book Two – The Hunted

15: Josh

16: Lara

17: Blaine

18: Will

19: Blaine

20: Josh

21: Lara

22: Blaine

23: Will

24: Blaine

25: Josh

Book Three – Shudder Island

26: Josh

27: Will

28: Lara

29: Josh

30: Blaine

31: Will

32: Lara

33: Josh

34: Will

35: Josh

36: Lara

37: Will

Epilogue

Author’s Note

Books by Sam Sisavath

Man is no longer at the top of the food chain.

The Purge has devastated the globe, turning much of humanity into night-dwelling, bloodthirsty creatures (dubbed “ghouls” by the survivors), while small pockets of remaining humans have managed to carry on.

With the loss of their sanctuary, Will and his small band of survivors are forced to seek shelter elsewhere. Following the call of a mysterious radio broadcast, they make the treacherous journey to Louisiana, where an island might hold the key to survival.

Along the way they meet new survivors, clash with new enemies, and renew old acquaintances that have been forever altered. Collaborators—humans working with the ghouls—are more dangerous than ever, and the ghouls have begun a new phase of their domination.

Will learns that a larger war between survivors and ghouls is raging in the rest of the country, but before he can join the fight, he must first ensure the continued survival of his group at all costs.

Where The Purge ends, the Gates beckon…

Prelude

“Hello. If anyone
can hear me out there. This is Song Island in Beaufont Lake in Louisiana. We are broadcasting on the FEMA frequency to any survivors. We want you to know there is hope. There are survivors on Song Island. We have food, supplies, electricity, and protection against the darkness. If you are receiving this recorded message, we encourage you to make your way to us. I repeat: we have food, supplies, electricity, and protection against the darkness. Hello. If anyone can hear me out there. This is Song Island in Beaufont Lake in Louisiana. We are broadcasting on the FEMA frequency…”

Book One


THE ROAD AGAIN

CHAPTER 1

JOSH

Pros and cons:
What were they?

Pros: Finally, after crushing on Gaby since the sixth grade and following her adventures throughout middle school and high school, he was finally spending quality time with her. Best of all, she wanted to spend those times with him.

Cons: They were surrounded by undead creatures, some of which might very well be their relatives and friends and neighbors and even, God forbid, teachers. That forced them to hide at night and move in the day. The creatures wanted them. Or, more specifically, the blood pumping through their veins. Another big con: The world had gone to hell, so there was no help coming from the state or the government or whoever was still out there. Which meant they were, for all intents and purposes, on their own.

Conclusion: The pros win by a landslide.

He guessed others might see it a little bit differently; but then again, others weren’t Josh. They didn’t live next door to Gaby. Of course, it could just be the hormones talking. The hormones ran wild when Gaby came up, and she came up often in his mind. He would be horrified if she ever knew that, but Josh took some comfort in the very real fact that there were more dangerous things out there than his unbridled desire for Gaby.

“Jesus, you’re gone again,” Matt said.

Josh knew he was daydreaming as soon as Matt’s deep baritone voice reached him. He tried to play it off. “So are we doing this or what?”

Matt chuckled. “Okay, kid, whatever you say.”

Kid?

That was rich coming from Matt, who was exactly seven months older than him. Not that being eighteen going on twenty, thanks to that unshaven jawline of his, mattered in the brave new world. Still, Josh wished he could sprout hair like that. It was genetics. His father couldn’t grow a beard to save his life, and neither could any of his cousins.

“I feel kind of bad,” Matt said. “Someone spent a lot of time on this.”

“Seriously?” Josh said.

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“Nah.”

Matt laughed. “Man, you’re cold. Were you always this cold before?”

They were standing in front of a Thanksgiving mural, part of a corner grocery store window. Josh stared at a big pumpkin clutched dangerously tight in a young girl’s hands. The girl was wearing a one-piece Sunday picnic dress with a blue bow in her hair. People were serving meals and shaking hands and laughing around her. It was actually a pretty nice mural, drawn in some kind of watercolor that stayed on the glass. He didn’t know how that worked. How did watercolor even stay on glass months later?

Matt picked up a rock from the sidewalk. He was a big kid, almost six feet tall, with a shaggy haircut getting longer every day. To look at him, you would think Matt played football, basketball, or maybe baseball. But he didn’t. No on all three. Matt wasted his size and spent his time…doing whatever the heck he did before all this. Josh didn’t even know Matt existed until eight months ago.

“Well, sorry, window, but you had a nice run,” Matt said, and flung the rock.

The window shattered into hundreds of pieces, taking half of the girl’s face with it. Matt picked up his baseball bat and batted down the rest of the girl’s face, along with other jagged shards clinging to the edges of the window frame.

There was enough sunlight that they didn’t have to be afraid of what lurked inside the store. You always had to be careful with the shadows, even in broad daylight. The bloodsuckers were good at hiding. They usually slept in the daytime, but you couldn’t really count on that.

They climbed inside, crunching glass underneath their sneakers. Josh slung the empty backpack over his right shoulder, hoping to find something to fill it with this time. Lancing, Texas, was not the biggest city in the state, but it was bigger than the podunk no-name town they had raided for food and supplies two months ago. There were enough stores and houses here to keep them happy for a while, but as always happened, they had to go farther and farther out of their comfort zone to find more.

Josh headed straight for the back room. He could hear Matt moving around behind him, going through the shelves, grabbing bags of snacks and anything else that hadn’t expired yet. Josh could smell rotten vegetables and fruits to his right.

The greens aisle, I presume.

Greens weren’t going to be of much use now. It was all about non-perishables, and as much as grocery stores kept those on the shelves out front, they kept even more in the back. He wouldn’t have known that before; but then again, he rarely went into grocery stores looking for food in the “good old days.”

He gripped the steel prying bar tightly in his right hand. The thing was bright blue, over fifty-six inches long and three and a quarter inches wide, with a slight angle at the end that made it easy to slip into tight crevices for prying. Thus, the name “prying bar.” It also served as a defensive or offensive weapon in a pinch.

Josh didn’t need the bar on the back room door. It wasn’t locked, so he turned the doorknob first, then pulled it open slowly, revealing blackness inside. Just his luck, there wasn’t a single window in the whole room. Not even a tiny skylight to brighten the place up. It was pitch-black, and there was no telling what was hiding in there.

Darkness had ceased being their friend a long time ago.

He fished out his flashlight from one of the pockets of his cargo pants. He switched it on and moved it around the back room. Empty boxes on the floor, a mop and cleaning supplies, and what looked like a stack of used overalls.

And there, way in the back, two shelves filled with thick, bulging boxes. His heart leaped in his throat.

Jackpot.

Josh thought about calling Matt over. Matt had the baseball bat and he was bigger, and if he went in first, well, they could find out if there really were any bloodsuckers hiding inside. Josh could stay outside and wait for the all-clear signal. If push came to shove, Josh could back away from the door, into the sunlight and safety. Matt, on the other hand…

Shit, it’s not like I know the guy.

He sighed. Yeah, like he could really do that. The lonely part of him, the one who spent all his nights at home surfing the web, might have been able to use Matt as bait. But the new him, the one who had befriended Matt and Gaby and escaped their shitty cubbyhole of a small town together, couldn’t.

God help him, he had become fond of the big doofus.

“Matt!” Josh shouted.

“Yeah?” Matt called back.

“I’m going into the back room.”

“Be careful, man.”

“If you hear me yelling like a little girl…”

Matt laughed. “I gotcha back.”

Josh leaned into the doorway and banged the bar against the wall, then listened to the echo waft through the room.

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