Treasure hunter and adventurer Drake Halberd just wants to relax. But when he arrives in Cosmic City hoping for a respite from his frenzied life, he is unwittingly thrust into an adventure like no other. A deadly virus is spreading, zombies are wreaking havoc, and food is scarce. How could things possibly get any worse? Drake is about to find out. As packs of zombies chew on dead people in the mall, Drake and his friends-Sullivan, Emma, and Jacob-head for the government survival bunker. Joined by seventeen-year old twins and their father, the band of adventurers soon find themselves stuck facing a ruthless zombie army, hostile military forces, and psychopathic survivors. In the midst of a shootout with soldiers, Drake falls into a deep hole and finds himself in a tunnel system ravaged by acid-spitting zombies. Finally pulled to safety by futuristic warriors, Drake thinks he has survived-only to encounter something much worse than he could ever have imagined. In this exciting action-adventure story, Drake engages a battle not only to survive, but also to find a cure for the zombie virus-before humanity is wiped out forever.
Drake Halberd and the Veil of the Dead
a novelBy D. J. KowalenkoiUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2012 D. J. Kowalenko
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4759-4796-0Contents
Intro.......................................viiChapter 1: Outbreak.........................1Chapter 2: Lockdown.........................9Chapter 3: Survivors........................17Chapter 4: Burn Out.........................25Chapter 5: Tunnels..........................33Chapter 6: Ascension........................39Chapter 7: The Cure.........................45Chapter 8: Bitten...........................53Chapter 9: The Darkness.....................59Chapter 10: The Key.........................65Epilogue....................................69
Chapter One
Outbreak
The city streets were packed, the busy clusters of people all headed in different directions, making the poor traffic cop's job that much harder. Among those people stood a certain individual, wearing a khaki green short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans and putting on a brown leather jacket. Drake Halberd brought his hand through his black hair, scratching his head. He hadn't been to this city before, and he figured it was a good place for a vacation. But vacations are supposed to be relaxing, he thought as he wondered where to go. The wind blew, flinging some papers off of the street and smacking him in the face with a flyer, showing the new building complex project, Cosmic City. It was a massive building consisting of a multiplex cinema, apartment rooms, a shopping mall, and a hospital, among other things. It seemed like a decent place to spend his vacation.
When he arrived, it was just like he'd thought: the exterior was three times the size of every other building in the city, and it had a massive dome-like roof that made the place even more towering. By the mere size and shape alone, it looked like it cost millions of times more than any paycheque Drake had ever seen. And Drake was still on the outside. He opened the doors and then looked around. The place was large and roomy, but somehow it was still packed. There were plenty of sights, but the one that drew Drake the most right now, like a magnet, was the food court. There was every kind of food you could possibly eat. Drake had never seen a food court this big; fifty, maybe even sixty vendors covered the walls of the court, surrounding the hundreds of tables where people could sit and eat as they pleased. Of course, Drake had been around the world as a treasure hunter and had eaten a lot of the different types of food that was here, and he knew his favourites, but that didn't stop him from sampling other foods along the way. He hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch today, much unlike him, but it was a busy day. After Drake grabbed his food, he took a sharp look around and then pushed through the crowd of people to an empty seat. He then took a bite of his sub sandwich.
"Yeah, this is good," he said, pointing at it and then taking another bite. He then noticed something, someone he didn't want to find him. He packaged his sub and then jumped out of his chair and began darting through the crowd of people, pushing past them and attempting to escape.
"No, no, no. How? What happened? How was I found?" he mumbled, vaulting over a bench, nearly knocking over someone's drink. He then jumped on top of a blue recycling box, but before he could vault to the next floor, he was stopped by a voice.
"Hello, Drake," he heard from behind him, and he froze and then gave a half grin and turned around.
"Heh, heh, oh hey, Emma, what's g-going on with you?" he stuttered. His escape attempt hadn't worked. She brushed her golden brown hair from her shoulder and then huffed at him.
"You weren't trying to run now, were you?" she spoke in a hiss. Drake shrugged his shoulders, climbing off of the recycling box and avoiding her glare as if she were Medussa.
"Wh-what? Run? No, psh, no ... why would I run from you?" he said rather sarcastically. She made another huff and then spun away. She was then approached by a tall man wearing black. The man stroked his blond hair and then wrapped his arm around Emma's shoulder.
"What's up? Names Jacob," he introduced himself, not bothering to extend a hand for a handshake. Drake rolled his eyes. Great, could it get worse? Stuck between a snake and a "pretty boy," Drake smirked at himself. Karma. She had broken up with him because he was always putting their lives on the line. Then she got a new boyfriend who looked like he would be the first to flee at a problem. He tried to get a bite to eat and ended up with less than nothing. Karma was a bitch, 'cause it never worked.
It was then that another person arrived, wearing loose jeans, a jean jacket, and a grey T-shirt.
"Stuck in a hard spot, kid?" he said, grabbing their attention.
"Sullivan!" Drake called as the man walked up. Sullivan had been Drake's long-time friend and could easily spot when he was stuck in the middle of something uncomfortable.
"Hey, kid, you know, I have a great story about when I was in the mountains that would really—"
"Thanks, Sully, next time. Oh hey, look, I ... um, just remembered that I ..." Drake stuttered, looking for a way out of the situation. A scream then grabbed their attention. A figure dressed as Batman was robbing an old lady, running off with her purse.
"A robber ... good timing," Drake announced, making a dash for the criminal.
Drake vaulted over the railing and ran across the long shopping mall's hallway.
"I thought Batman was a good guy?" Drake called, getting the robber's attention. The robber looked back and then tipped over a gumball machine in an attempt to slow Drake down. Drake swung his arms as he tried to keep his balance; then he jumped and continued the chase. Drake followed the robber through a corridor and into a large roomful of people dressed as superheroes and villains. Drake rolled his eyes—of course, it was Comic-Con, the world's gathering of comic book characters for a massive, crowded convention. He stopped for a breath and then pushed his way through a crowd. A few people brushed past him.
"Nice Nathan Drake costume," one of them complimented.
"Who is that?" Drake asked, shrugging his shoulders. He got no answer, so he continued his search. As he walked, Drake passed several different people dressed like Batman, but not one of them was the right one. He figured it would be easy to tell. Fat, small, and holding a purse. But after a while of pushing through the crowd, Drake was getting annoyed. Before he could make a remark about it, he noticed a door slowly closing as the purse carrying Batman slipped through it. So he ran for it and pushed through the large steel door and into the creepy back hallways. The hall was littered with crates and show props for the comic convention. It was filled with shelves of superhero toys, plushies, blow-up dolls, and many other stored items that would be used in the show or sold for profit at the vendors. Drake looked around and then followed the strange moaning sound. But this moaning wasn't of the "good" kind. As he walked, his foot kicked a flashlight on the ground. He bent down and picked it up. There was blood spattered on the ground and on the handle of the flashlight.
"Blood?" he wondered, placing his index finger under his chin. He was then spooked by a loud screeching noise. He followed the hallway and then saw four or five people all huddled around. He picked up the scent of rotting flesh and heard gross chewing and ripping sounds. Drake called, and the people turned,...