The Wizard Killer - Season One: A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy Serial Read Online Free PDF Page B

to close the gap before he’s got the bolt loaded, and I plow into him, sending him crashing to the ground and the crossbow skidding along the ground. With both fists, I hammer down on his chest, leaving him winded.  
    The leader’s one step ahead of me, and has my pistol pointing straight at my head. Her hood’s sitting back enough that I can see the woman clearly, and there’s something about her eyes that tell me she knows what she’s holding. Can she use it is a question I’m not eager to answer.  
    Screw it, I decide to go for broke and charge her.
    She’s about to shoot when she lowers the pistol and stares at me in disbelief. “Weslek?”
    I skid to a stop and stare at her, panting. Weslek? What’s… wait, that means something. Maybe it’s my name?  
    “Weslek?” she asks insistently, her hand outstretched and hovering inches from my chest.
    The other two are up and itching to take me down. Licking my lips, I smile and nod at the leader.
    She gives me a friendly slap on the arm, the others relax.
    I have no idea who this woman is.

episode ten

    As we start walking down into the valley, the leader points to a levi-car left by a tree and says something. We all start heading toward it. The closer we get, the more I keep asking myself why they left it there, it looks like it’s levitating just fine. Ah, I see why. The scratch marks on the front and the dent.  
    Standing back as they strap the trunk on the back and chat, I glance around. There’s no danger around, so I’m willing to bet that when magic stopped, they lost control and hit the tree.  
    Thinking of magic, I look up at the greying sky. Something about it and the diffused rays of the sun remind me of something… a floating city. I’ve seen one, in a sky like this. Seen the magic driven machines, keeping it aloft. I wonder what happened to it, the first time magic failed? No magic, no connecting to the mana of the world, and no natural conversion from life force to mana and back.  
      “Weslek!” yells the guy, wrenching my attention to the present. He motions for me to get in the levi-car’s backseat with him. I get in.
    It’s a bit cramped and less comfortable than I expect, but the idea of not beating my feet into a thin paste is more than welcome.
    The leader starts the levi up. It shakes and rises like a drunk standing up. The engine sounds worse for wear, under the out of sync warbling noises there’s a deep hum. Once we start moving, I don’t care.
    Before I know it, I drift off. It feels like I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes when my head roughly smacks against the side of the levi. I barely have time to duck my head and cover it with my arms before the car flips over and slides. Smashed glass flies around all of us.  
    Something tells me it’s not magic failing this time.

episode eleven

    My head’s spinning. Squinting at the sky, I see that it’s dusk. One of the women is moaning in the front seat. I can’t turn my head to see the guy, but he’s not making any noise. That’s not good.
    A quick check tells me nothing’s broken, but everything hurts. There’s some blood from somewhere, but I’m not overly concerned. Still, I’d like to get my hands on my short sword and make sure. Unable to see it, I decide to crawl out on my hands and knees; shards of glass bite me for the privilege, drawing some crimson tax as I pass over them.  
    I can hear something large approaching, so I stay low and scan the surroundings. We’re on yet another dirt road with a dense forest on one side and green fields on the other. There are no weapons lying nearby the crashed levi-car, and judging by the scratch-thump sound of whatever’s heading our way, I’m going to need some help. My hands are already slick with sweat.
    I poke my head back in and see the leader stirring. Picking through the tossed debris, I still don’t find my pistol or sword. There’s a distinctive screech from behind me and my blood runs. “carn?”