Phillip Simpson - Rapture

Joshua shuffled his feet, looking sideways at Sam before answering. “Yeah. I’ve got someone here I think you should meet.”

Sam suddenly felt very nervous about meeting this man. Joshua had explained that Adam was the unofficial leader of the Black Ridge survivors and as such, someone he should be very careful around. Joshua, he knew, was familiar with his unusual and sinister heritage and had had years to come to terms with it, but Sam was unsure exactly how much he should reveal to someone he didn’t know or trust.

Adam finally straightened up, running a meaty hand through his greying hair. He looked Sam up and down, carefully studying the newcomer.

“Adam, this is Sam — a friend from my home town in Jacob’s Ladder,” said Joshua.

Adam held his hand out to Sam who took it with only a moment’s hesitation. The grip was extremely firm. Sam instinctively realized that the man was not trying to dominate him; he was just very strong. The palm was covered with hardened skin — clearly Adam’s leadership style was a hands-on one.

“Pleased to meet you, Sam. Another fighter is always welcome here.”

Despite his obvious strength, Adam only came up to Sam’s shoulder. It was easy to overlook the lack of stature though — everything about Adam oozed strength and solidity. Leadership. His torso and limbs were much larger than Sam’s though, corded with muscle visible through the tattered remains of the t-shirt he was wearing. One of his arms was almost as big as Sam’s leg. He had a calm, even featured face that was at odds with the ferocity he had shown the previous night. If Sam had to guess his age, he would have said that Adam was probably in his forties, even though physically, he was in better shape than most men twenty years his junior.

He looked Sam in the eye, frowning momentarily as he took in Sam’s black eyes. Then he seemed to dismiss it as a trick played by the dim light from the flickering hurricane lamp that was the only source of illumination in the small alcove.

Sam sighed inwardly, feeling self-conscious and very uncomfortable. The last thing he needed was for this man to judge him before he knew him. Without a doubt, Adam was not a man to you wanted to get on the wrong side of. Sam remembered him from the previous night. Adam had fought harder than anyone he’d ever seen. What he’d lacked in skill (compared to himself), he had made up for with determination and strength. At one point, a group of Lemure had successfully managed to climb the palisade and hurl themselves at the defenders on the fighting platform. Most of the humans had been out of ammo — including Adam. While many retreated in terror, Adam had not hesitated. Sam could vividly recall Adam roaring wildly as he picked up one of the Lemure with his bare hands and hurled it at a group of its fellows, toppling them all off the platform.

This feat of bravery had been repeated several times over during the course of the battle. His leadership had inspired the others to fight harder. Sam suspected that the reason these humans had survived as long as they had was largely due to Adam. Sam respected him for that, but as for trust … Sam continued to size him up, wanting to like and trust this man. But old habits died hard. There were only a very few people who knew his real nature and they were all from Jacob’s Ladder.

Adam turned to Joshua. “It must be good to see someone from your old town, eh, boy?” he said, fixing the other teenage with a smile. “I wish some of my old buddies were here.”

Joshua forced a smile. “Yeah, it is good.”

“And as for you,” said Adam, turning back to Sam, “I saw you fight last night. You sure have got some fancy moves with those swords of yours. Haven’t seen anyone move like that, well, ever, and I was in the Special Forces.” His background explained why Adam was such a confident and aggressive fighter. “I see you haven’t put them down either. I like that — shows someone who’s prepared for all sorts of eventualities.”

Sam nodded, not quite sure what to say. He certainly wasn’t going to let his swords out of his sight, especially when he was unsure of his surroundings. His backpack was stored in another part of the cave complex, but his katana was still strapped to his back, and the wakizashi was tucked into his belt within easy reach.

“Right,” said Adam, clapping Joshua and Sam on their backs. “What can I do you for, boys?”

Joshua suddenly looked a bit sick. The two boys had spent the last two hours arguing about whether Sam should reveal his true identity to Adam. Joshua had finally got his way but only after he’d pointed out that Sam would need every bit of help he could get if he was going to get to Los Angeles. Grudgingly, Sam had to agree. He had no idea what he was going to do when he confronted the Antichrist, but he was pretty sure that the demon would not be alone.

“Sam’s got something to show you,” said Joshua, sounding as nervous as he looked.

“Ok then Sam, show me. Don’t mean to be rude, but I’m in a bit of a hurry here. We’ve still got lots of work to do before nightfall. The palisade hasn’t been completely repaired yet and then there’s the arc lights to think about.”

“Ah,” said Joshua, “well, this is, ah, quite a private thing.”

Adam frowned again. “We don’t have secrets around here, but if that’s the way you feel …” He shrugged and pulled a shabby curtain across the entrance to the alcove. Sam thought it looked like an old sheet.

Pulling out three old wooden crates, Adam set them before the boys. “Take a seat, gentlemen. This sounds serious.”

They positioned themselves in a rough circle. Both Joshua and Adam were looking at Sam expectantly. With hands that were shaking slightly, Sam pulled down his hood.

Adam’s eyes widened in surprise. “Ah …”

The Black Ridge cave complex was extensive. Sam was surprised and impressed by the level of organisation that clearly existed amongst the survivors. As Adam led them through the various chambers, Sam took a keen interest in his surroundings — something that he hadn’t done when he’d first arrived in the caves. A few hours earlier, all he could concentrate on was the impending meeting with Adam. Now that was finally over, he felt he could relax and turn his attention to other things.

They passed many other alcoves. Some, like the one Adam used for his briefing room, were curtained off. Judging from the glimpses he caught as they walked past, they were used as sleeping chambers for the surprisingly large amount of people who had made the caves their home. If Sam had to guess, he would’ve said there were probably over a hundred people in Black Ridge. Most of these people had a smile or greeting for Adam as they passed. He was obviously a popular leader. Sam wasn’t at all surprised by the man’s popularity — anyone who could keep him alive for this long against relentless hordes of demons would get his vote of approval too.

Many greeted Joshua as well, especially the teenagers, both males and females — and there seemed to be a lot of them. Almost all acknowledged Sam’s presence with a nod or curious glance. Some of the girls smiled shyly at Joshua and Sam. Many had seen him fight the previous night and he guessed he had garnered their respect — if not their trust. That would change if they knew what lurked under his hood. He’d put it back on after his meeting with Adam, and if any thought it was odd, they didn’t comment about it.

Other chambers they passed were stacked with supplies — mostly tinned food, water and large barrels presumably filled with diesel or oil for the generators. The Black Ridge survivors were clearly prepared for a long siege. Sam wondered if any of them realized the actual length of time they were destined to be trapped within the caves. Seven years was a long stretch, even with this level of preparation.