Hell On Earth (Book 6): Rebirth Read online

  Rebirth

  Hell on Earth book 6

  Iain Rob Wright

  Contents

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  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

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  Dedicated to politicians everywhere; the true authors of horror.

  Also, cheers to Stephanie Hardy, always the first off the blocks to catch my mistakes!

  “Bravery is being the only one who knows you’re afraid.”

  Franklin P. Jones.

  “Everybody fights demons. Some are worse than others.”

  John Daly

  “What the fuck does WTF mean?”

  Gary King, World’s End (2013),

  Foreword

  So… this is the 6th and final book of the Hell on Earth series. That’s a concrete promise. There will be no cliffhangers, no unanswered questions, and no dangling plot threads. After sticking with me for more than half-a-million words, you deserve a proper ending. This book is my solemn attempt at providing one. I hope you reach the final page satisfied and entertained. Give me Hell if not!

  I am releasing this book during the 2020 coronavirus lockdown crisis. Some might think my choice of topic crass in the current climate, but I know that my true readers find apocalyptic fiction to be an escape — a way of facing their fears head on. This book is for them; and for you.

  I have no idea what our future is going to look like. Things will undoubtedly be different, and while change can be both frightening and painful, it inevitably leads to progress. The human race has evolved from cave dwellers to space farers. Whatever happens in the days ahead, we will continue to evolve and get better. The lessons learned today will educate us to face future challenges. The world is scary, but I promise tomorrow will arrive the same as it always has. The sun will continue to rise and we, as a people, will continue to learn.

  In the meantime, turn the page and let’s watch the world burn together. Enjoy the final chapter of Hell on Earth.

  Love,

  Iain

  1

  “And so you see, Hitler’s great mistake was going to war with the Soviet Union. It split his forces in two and spread them too thin. Even more grievous was the German leader’s underestimation of Russian winter and the country’s poorly maintained roads. The Nazi forces froze to death without ever making it back home.” Mrs Malone looked at the clock on the wall and then at her watch. “Okay, you lot, that’s it for today. Tomorrow, we’ll talk about the things World War Two gave us, like the jet engine and penicillin.”

  The class – six children aged between four and twelve – filed out of the room while Mrs Malone used a tea towel to clean the whiteboard. In the months leading up to the demon invasion, St Catherine’s Primary School had completely phased out whiteboards in favour of obscenely sized multimedia screens, but the new dark age had rendered that technology useless. They didn’t completely lack power at the school – they possessed batteries, hand-powered torches, and a small supply of petrol to power a small generator salvaged from a nearby builder’s yard – but they just needed to be conservative. Once a week, they put on a movie from the school’s DVD collection. This week, they were watching Flubber.

  They had survived the last twelve months by first hiding in the school’s basement, living off supplies taken from the cafeteria and drinking from a rusty sink, and then cautiously spreading out into the school, keeping careful watch for demons. There hadn’t been any lately – possibly not for months. Maybe it was finally over. Was that too much to hope?

  With the chaos of the classroom tidied, Mrs Malone headed out into the playground. Winter would soon attach itself to everything, so everyone was making the most of being outside before the weather turned nasty and forced them to hunker down inside the gym, which was the only space large enough to contain a fire. Its high, narrow windows would draw out the smoke, while its high ceilings would provide enough clean air to keep them all from suffocating. They’d survived one winter already, losing only the elderly Mr Granger. The cold had been too much for the former geography teacher’s delicate frame. They had buried him in the playing field beneath the rugby posts.

  Mr Bradford, the school’s ex-maths teacher, spotted her standing by the nature pond – a square-framed box of water inhabited by newts, frogs, and boisterous insects. “Hi, Stella, how was your lesson?”

  “Good, thanks. I think they’re starting to pay attention. Perhaps the horror is finally leaving them.”

  Mr Bradford squeezed her arm playfully. “You still teaching them about Hitler?”

  “World War Two, and yes I am.”

  Mr Bradford perched on the edge of the box-frame and peered across the playground to where the children were happily rushing around. They did so quietly, obeying the cardinal rule of not attracting attention. “Why not teach them something they can actually use? I’m teaching them to tie knots and make snares.”

  “I’ll leave the practical skills to you, Mr Bradford, but I’m teaching them something equally important.”

  “What? How to outflank an enemy?”

  Stella smirked but didn’t laugh. “I’m trying to help them avoid the mistakes of the past. One day, these children will inherit what’s left of the Earth. I’m trying to show them the futility of war.”

  “That’s very noble of you, Stel. I just hope we survive long enough for any of it to matter.”

  “I’m certain we will. You were right; I’ve taught them how to outflank an enemy. We are studying military history, after all.”

  “Ha! Then perhaps there’s hope.”

  For a while, they sat and watched the children play ‘stuck in the mud’. A gentle breeze carried leaves across the playground. The sun beamed.

  Mr Bradford turned to her. “It’s been a while since we last saw any demons. Do you reckon we might be safe?”

  She’d been asking herself that question a lot lately. It would be so tempting to rush back out into the world and see what was left, but it would be foolish too. “John wants to go looking for supplies in the weeks ahead, so I’m sure we’ll find out.” John was the school’s headmaster and one of the four adults living at the school. Miss Perrins, the school nurse, was the fourth. They were the only ones – along with the deceased Mr Granger – who had stayed behind with the schoolchildren when their parents had never arrived to pick them up. They were an odd sort of family, but they had survived together for a whole year.

  “I hope John finds us something to eat,” said Mr Bradford, licking his lips. “I can’t survive on flour and water much longer.”

  Stella laughed. “We ate cabbage this morning, so what are you complaining about?”

  Mr Bradford reached out and gave her a tiny shove, then smiled at her a moment longer than was comfortable. A kaleidoscope of butterfli
es took flight in Stella’s stomach. She still considered herself married – still very much in love with her Dominic, who might still be alive somewhere – but the burden drifted away. She blushed, hot in the cheeks. “You know what I would love, Mike?” She dropped the school day formality; the kids weren’t near to them.

  “If it’s a big juicy steak, I’m right there with you, Stel.”

  Her hand moved to her mouth as she chuckled. When she removed it, she let it fall onto Mr Bradford’s thigh. “I would love to go for a walk. That’s it, just a walk. I want to take my shoes off and splash in a stream, or pick the prettiest flower I can find. I want to see what’s become of the world before my memories of it fade completely. I haven’t stepped outside the front gates in a year.”

  Mr Bradford stared down at her hand resting on his thigh, and Stella grew horrified for a moment, fearing he might remove it in disgust. Instead, he placed his hand on top of hers. “That sounds like a great first date. What exactly are we waiting for?”

  She laughed, then realised he was serious. “Are you mad? We can’t go walking around outside. The only reason we’re alive is because we barricaded ourselves in the basement.”

  “But we came out of the basement and everything was fine. Maybe we should spread our wings again. Like you said, there hasn’t been a demon spotted in months.”

  “That’s not so long, Mike.”

  “Long enough to risk a stroll in the park, surely? You remember the little one on Pratt’s Lane? There’s a gazebo and benches, a nice little stretch of grass. It’s a five-minute walk. Imagine if we could make it safe? The kids could experience a slide again. They could sit on a swing.”

  “Sounds wonderful, but it’s too dangerous.”

  A cheeky grin spread across his square face. “It’s not dangerous at all, Stel. I’ve already checked it out. Once last week and again last night. Like you, I’ve been getting a little stir crazy.”

  She gasped. By leaving the school, Mike had risked them all. Yet she wasn’t angry. She was excited. “You’ve really been out? What did you see?”

  “Why don’t you come look for yourself? It’s safe, I promise. I saw nothing aside from a pack of wild dogs, and they seemed pretty well fed and docile. The danger has passed.”

  “I can’t… The children…” Her insides sloshed all over the place. She had to take a deep breath of fresh air.

  Mike continued staring at her. “The children are fine, John’s with them, and we’ll be back in ten minutes. I just want you to see that the world is still out there waiting for us. It changes everything, trust me.”

  Stella shocked herself by nodding. Everything about this felt wrong and irresponsible, but she needed to leave this prison. She needed to get out. A ten-minute break from being a teacher, parent, protector, and nursemaid to six children who were not even her own would, like Mike said, change everything. “Okay, but we have to be quick. Take me to the park, but we head straight back. It’ll be fine, right? John is planning to leave soon anyway.”

  “Exactly.” Mike stood from the edge of the pond and offered his hand. She took it, grinning from ear to ear. The touch of his skin was electric, the thought of leaving the school ecstasy in her veins. For the first time in a year, survival gave way to living.

  She was going on a date.

  Is this real?

  Mike’s hand felt real in hers. The warmth in her cheeks felt real.

  Despite committing to taking a cheeky jaunt, Stella wasn’t about to broadcast it. She whispered to Mike and asked if he had a plan. “There’re three sets of keys for the main gate,” he replied, “so I didn’t think anyone would notice when I took some. We just unlock the padlock and squeeze around the minibus parked in the way.”

  “There’s a gap big enough to squeeze through?”

  Mr Bradford patted his flat stomach under his grubby white shirt. “I wouldn’t have made it through a year ago, but it’s not too difficult anymore. Nobody will see us leave.”

  There was something frightening about that. If no one saw them leave and something were to happen, the children would be forever left wondering. Her feelings of irresponsibility increased to a level that almost changed her mind. Almost.

  “Okay, let’s be quick.” She kept hold of Mike’s hand and pulled him into a trot.

  They exited the playground and used a side path around the school that took them to the front of the main building. The gate stood twenty feet away at the edge of a small staff car park. It was an area rarely visited as no one wanted to reveal themselves through the open bar fence that ringed the front of the school.

  The staff minibus parked outside the gate was more brown than white nowadays, covered in a year’s worth of dust, crud, and bird droppings. It summoned memories of museum trips and days at the zoo. She supposed all the captive animals in England were now dead – the lions, giraffes, meerkats, and reindeer. Such a waste. Endangered animals now fully extinct. That hurt more than she would have thought. Enough to stop her feet moving.

  “What’s wrong?” Mike asked.

  “What’s it like out there, really? Are there bodies?

  “A lot of bones and old clothes mostly. Nothing… fresh. You stop noticing it after a while. I think the dogs and birds took care of the worst.”

  “I don’t think I can do this, Mike.”

  He grabbed her by both arms and looked at her, piercing her with his light green eyes. “Hey, this is a date – and I always look after my dates.”

  “Go on a lot of them, do you?”

  “Not recently. Come on, I promise it’s not as bad as your imagination is telling you.”

  She took a deep breath and wiped her moist palms on the hips of her trousers. It took a moment, but she was able to swallow down her fear and stifle her doubts. “Okay, but I don’t give anything up on a first date.”

  “Noted. Let me get the padlock.”

  Stella waited while Mike used his key to open the gate. She knew it was her imagination, but she felt a rush of air leaping at her like a gasket had burst.

  “Relax,” said Mike. “I’ve done this before, remember?”

  Stella nodded and took his arm, then allowed him to guide her towards the gap at the front of the minibus. He slid through first but kept his arm out so she could continue to hold it. She pushed herself into the gap, and suddenly the sanctuary that had kept her safe was behind her. Her veins filled with ice. She wanted to dash back inside. Then she was past the minibus and standing firmly on the pavement outside the school. It sent tingles through her toes.

  “I’m outside,” she gushed, barely able to control her mad grinning. “It really is safe, isn’t it?”

  Mike was grinning too, her joy apparently contagious. “I’m not saying we should skip around singing ‘All Things Bright and Beautiful’ at the top of our lungs, but I think it’s safe to explore a little. We won’t have a choice soon, anyway. We’ve performed miracles with what little food we have.”

  Stella grinned a little wider, knowing the credit belonged to her. She’d been the one to ration the supplies from the school cafeteria, using the most perishable items first, and stretching out the flour, pasta, and sugar for almost an entire year. The school’s vegetable garden and greenhouse had helped a little too. If not for her, they might have all starved. Not bad for a history teacher.

  The first step, from the pavement to the road, terrified her, but that fear quickly faded as she took the second and the third. She could barely contain the emotions coursing through her and felt harassed by her own beating heart.

  Then she saw the bodies.

  As Mike had said, the corpses were more bundles of cloth and bone than anything that had once been human. A terrible thing, but the sight of them was surprisingly tolerable. It might even be possible to ignore them. Less easy to ignore was the torn apart cat in the gutter. Its corpse was fresh and half-eaten, a clear victim of the dogs Mike had spoken of. Mankind’s rule no longer existed. Only nature remained – and dog ate cat.
/>   “The park’s just down here,” said Mike, leading her to a small access road running beside Marty’s Salon. Stella could still vividly remember the haircuts she had received there. Seeing the place again was surreal. The world was an echo, an echo spoiled by dead cats and piles of old bones. It took an effort to stay focused on the positive, on the fact she was outside for the first time in a year. That she was holding hands with a man.

  On a date.

  I’m being so silly.

  They walked in silence down the access road, passing behind shops that had once traded seven days a week. The only sound now was the clip-clop of their shoes – a noise that would never have competed in the days of grumbling car engines and ch-chinging tills.

  “It’s right around here,” said Mike.

  Stella nodded. “I remember. It’s like I was here yesterday.”

  “Weird, isn’t it? I can still remember every detail, even the graffiti on the wall behind the Chinese.”

  Sure enough, bright orange letters on the wall behind the Chinese takeaway still read: MY NAME AIN’T COREY, BITCH.

  She giggled.

  Mike frowned. “What is it?”

  “I don’t know. Everything is different… but the same, you know? I can’t figure out whether I like it or not.”

  “Nothing wrong with being reminded of how things used to be. It might help us get back to where we were.”

  “Perhaps.”