Isolation: Thomas, #4

By Aaron Abilene

Thomas continues his journey through the post apocalyptic hellscape that he's been thrown into.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Syphon Creative
• Release date: Dec 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215413814

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Isolation

Thomas, Volume 4

Aaron Abilene

Published by Syphon Creative, 2023.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

ISOLATION

First edition. December 25, 2023.

Copyright © 2023 Aaron Abilene.

ISBN: 979-8215413814

Written by Aaron Abilene.

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Written by Aaron Abilene

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a blood-red hue across the desolate landscape. Once-great buildings stood crumbling, their once pristine facades marred by overgrown vines and shattered windows. The air was thick with decay, a constant reminder of the undead that roamed the streets, hungering for flesh. Amongst them were the mutants - twisted, grotesque creatures born from the ashes of the world that once was.

Damn, this place is a graveyard, Thomas muttered to himself as he stepped over the rusted husk of a car. His massive, tattooed frame moved cautiously through the debris, ever watchful of the lurking dangers. What has become of humanity?

The remnants of society lay strewn about him like a horrifying tableau. Abandoned vehicles clogged the streets, doors flung open in haste and engines left running. The shops had been looted, their shelves stripped bare and glass shattered underfoot. Signs of struggle were everywhere; dried blood stained the pavement, a grim testament to the desperate battles fought in vain against the relentless tide of the undead.

Hey! Watch out! Thomas shouted, spotting a figure stumbling out of the shadows towards him. It was a zombie, its face a mass of rotting flesh and milky eyes. He instinctively reached for his makeshift club, ready to defend himself if necessary.

Back off, you ugly bastard! He swung the weapon, connecting with the creature's skull and sending it crashing to the ground. He let out a deep breath, trying to slow his pounding heart. That was too close.

As Thomas continued along the desolate street, his mind raced with thoughts of survival. What little hope remained for humanity rested on the shoulders of people like him – strong, resourceful, and determined to defy the odds.

Can't believe it's come to this, he thought angrily as he passed another grisly scene – a mother and her child, their bodies entwined in what must have been their final moments together. We had everything, and we threw it all away.

But amidst the chaos and despair, there was still a spark of defiance that burned within Thomas. He knew that giving up was not an option. For every life lost to the horrors of this new world, he would fight ten times harder to protect those who remained.

Come on, Thomas, he told himself, pushing forward through the carnage. There's got to be something left worth saving.

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting an eerie, blood-red glow over the shattered remains of what was once a bustling city. As Thomas navigated through the twisted metal and crumbling concrete, he couldn't help but think that the world had become a grotesque parody of itself. The constant moans of the undead echoed through the desolate streets, punctuating the oppressive silence that had settled over the land like a shroud.

Damn it, there's got to be something useful around here, Thomas muttered under his breath, scanning the surroundings with his piercing green eyes. He stood out among the ruins like a titan of old, his 6'8" frame towering over the decaying remnants of civilization. His heavily tattooed muscles rippled beneath his tattered clothes as he moved, each inky design telling a story of battles fought and won against overwhelming odds.

Hey, Thomas! a voice called out from behind him. Looks like we've got some company!

Thomas turned just in time to see a group of zombies stumbling towards them, their gnarled limbs reaching out with desperate hunger. Perfect, he growled, cracking his knuckles in anticipation. Time to put these meatbags back in the ground.

Are you sure you don't want any help? the voice asked, a hint of concern creeping into its tone.

Save your ammo, Thomas replied, his gaze never leaving the approaching horde. I've got this.

As the first zombie lunged at him, Thomas sidestepped with ease, catching the creature's arm and wrenching it clean off with a sickening crack. One down, he thought with grim satisfaction. The second zombie met a similar fate, its skull imploding under the weight of Thomas's massive fist.

Maybe they'll finally learn not to mess with me, he mused, his adrenaline surging as he dispatched the remaining undead with brutal efficiency. Each crushing blow was a testament to his incredible strength and unwavering resolve, a deadly dance of violence that left nothing but broken bodies in its wake.

Damn, Thomas, the voice said as the last zombie fell, its shattered jaw hanging limply from one hinge. You really are something else.

Comes with the territory, Thomas replied, wiping his bloodied hands on his pants. Now let's see if we can find some supplies before nightfall.

As they continued their search, Thomas couldn't help but feel a sense of grim determination welling up inside him. He had fought tooth and nail to survive in this hellish landscape, and he wasn't about to give up now. As long as he still drew breath, he would continue to fight for himself and those who depended on his strength.

Whatever it takes, he vowed silently, steeling himself for the battles yet to come. I'll make sure we see another sunrise.

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a muted orange glow over the desolate landscape. Thomas stood atop a pile of rubble, his towering frame silhouetted against the dying light. His heavily tattooed muscles rippled beneath the countless scars that crisscrossed his body, each one telling a story of survival and resilience.

Listen up! he bellowed, calling the attention of the ragtag group of survivors huddled around him. They looked up at him with a mix of fear and admiration, their eyes wide and hopeful.

Every last one of us has been through hell, Thomas continued, his voice firm and steady. We've lost friends, family... everything. But we're still standing, and as long as we're breathing, we're gonna keep fighting.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the men and women before him. Their expressions were a tapestry of pain and determination, evidence of the hardships they'd endured.

From now on, we ride together, Thomas declared, gesturing to the collection of motorcycles nearby. We watch each other's backs, and we take what we need to survive. If we work together, there ain't nothin' that can stop us.

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, and Thomas could see the spark of hope reigniting in their eyes. He knew that leading this group would be a heavy burden, but he was willing to shoulder it for the sake of their survival.

Alright, then, he said, hopping down from the rubble and striding towards his own motorcycle, a beast of chrome and black steel. Let's get moving. We've got a long road ahead of us.

As the group scrambled to mount their bikes, Thomas couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility settling onto his shoulders. He had lived through countless battles, faced down both the undead and the living, but this was a different kind of challenge altogether.

Can't let them down, he thought as he gunned the engine, the powerful machine roaring to life beneath him. No matter what.

With that, Thomas took the lead, guiding his newfound biker gang through the treacherous terrain of the post-apocalyptic wasteland. They rode together, a united force in a world gone mad, each one strengthened by the knowledge that they were no longer alone in their struggle to survive.

Whatever it takes, Thomas vowed once more, his eyes fixed on the darkening horizon. We'll make it through this hell, together.

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate cityscape. Thomas surveyed the area, his keen eyes scanning for any signs of useful supplies. The biker gang he now led had set up a temporary camp in an abandoned warehouse, and with night fast approaching, it was imperative to find food, weapons, and other necessities.

Hey, check this out! called one of his fellow bikers, Sam, waving Thomas over to an overturned delivery truck.

Thomas strode towards him, his heavy boots crunching on broken glass. The side of the truck had been ripped open, but there were still some crates intact within. Thomas pried one open, revealing a cache of canned goods.

Nice find, Sam, Thomas said, nodding in approval. Everyone, grab a crate and let's get these back to camp.

As they loaded the supplies onto their bikes, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. He scanned the surrounding buildings, his hand instinctively resting on the handle of his makeshift machete.

Something's not right, he muttered to himself.

Boss, you think we got company? asked one of the bikers, a burly man named Mike, sensing Thomas's unease.

Stay sharp, Thomas warned. I don't like the feel of this place.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a guttural growl echoed through the desolate streets. A figure stumbled into view, its movements jerky and unnatural. At first glance, it appeared to be another zombie, but as it drew closer, Thomas realized this was something entirely different.

Mutants... he whispered, his eyes widening in horror. The creature's flesh was a sickly green hue, oozing with pus and covered in grotesque tumors. Its eyes were milky white, and from its twisted, misshapen mouth came a snarl that would haunt the nightmares of even the bravest souls.

Everyone, back to camp! Now! Thomas ordered, his voice commanding and strong. The bikers didn't hesitate, revving their engines and racing away from the advancing mutant.

Damn it, Thomas thought, gripping his machete tightly. We need to find a way to deal with these abominations before they become an even bigger threat.

He watched as the mutant shambled after them, its twisted limbs flailing wildly. Thomas knew they couldn't outrun these creatures forever. They needed a plan, and fast. For now, though, survival was the priority. With one last look at the grotesque creature, Thomas swung his leg over his motorcycle and gunned the engine, speeding off to rejoin his biker gang, his mind racing with strategies to protect his newfound family against the nightmarish mutants that now shared their world.

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A putrid stench hung heavy in the air as Thomas and his biker gang cautiously navigated the narrow streets, weaving between abandoned vehicles and piles of debris. The desolate scene spoke volumes about the world they now found themselves in – a world where humans were vastly outnumbered by both zombies and mutants alike. It was a chilling realization that hit Thomas like a punch in the gut. Despite the odds stacked against them, he refused to give up hope.

Alright, team, Thomas called out, his voice gravelly yet authoritative. We need to find shelter for the night.

Thomas, there's an old warehouse just up ahead, one of the bikers pointed out, yelling over the roar of their engines. Might be worth checking out.

Good eye, Thomas replied, nodding in agreement. He then led the group towards the dilapidated structure, its rusting metal doors creaking open ominously as they entered.

Inside the warehouse, they were met with a gruesome sight – the remains of a fierce battle that had taken place long ago. Broken weapons and decaying corpses littered the floor, evidence of the constant struggle between humans, zombies, and mutants.

Damn, Thomas muttered under his breath, surveying the carnage. In his mind, he couldn't help but calculate the grim statistics of their situation. For every human left alive, there were countless zombies and mutants waiting to tear them limb from limb. Each day was a desperate fight for survival, and it was up to Thomas to ensure that his people would live to see another dawn.

Alright, listen up! Thomas shouted, commanding the attention of his fellow survivors. First order of business is securing this place. We'll need teams on lookout duty, barricades built, and traps set up. We can't afford any surprises.

As the biker gang members set to work, Thomas felt the weight of responsibility settle on his broad, tattooed shoulders. He was the strongest and toughest survivor in this godforsaken world, unmatched in both physical prowess and cunning. But even he had never faced a threat quite like the mutants.

Hey, Thomas, one of the bikers approached him, concern etched on her face. Do you really think we can survive against these... things?

Have I ever let you down? Thomas asked, his gaze unwavering.

The biker shook her head. No, but-

Then trust me. We'll find a way. We have to. Thomas clenched his fists, determination flaring within him. These mutants may be stronger and faster than the zombies, but they're not invincible. And neither are we.

Alright, the biker nodded, conviction filling her voice. Let's do this.

Damn right, Thomas replied, his mind already racing with strategies and tactics to outmaneuver their monstrous foes. For now, securing their temporary sanctuary was the priority. But come tomorrow, they would take the fight to the enemy, proving that even in a world overrun by darkness, the human spirit could still prevail.

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A cloud of dust and debris rose from the ruined street as Thomas revved his motorcycle, his eyes scanning the horizon for signs of danger. He knew that the mutants were out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But he refused to let fear dictate his actions.

Alright, everyone, Thomas barked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the air. We need to hit them hard and fast. If we can take out one of their nests, it'll send a clear message that we're not going down without a fight.

The bikers around him nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and apprehension. They trusted Thomas, but the odds were stacked heavily against them. The world had become a living nightmare, and every day was a struggle for survival.

Remember, Thomas continued, our goal is to rescue any survivors and gather supplies. Don't take unnecessary risks, and watch each other's backs. We can do this.

With a final nod, they set off, their motorcycles roaring through the desolate streets, kicking up clouds of dust and debris. As they approached their target, Thomas could feel the tension building inside him, like a coiled spring ready to snap.

Looks like we've got company, one of the bikers whispered into their comms, her tone growing tense as she spotted movement ahead. A group of mutants, grotesque and twisted creatures born from the hellish depths of the apocalypse, emerged from the shadows, their eyes filled with malice.

Stick to the plan, Thomas reminded his gang, his mind focused on the mission at hand. We can handle them.

As the bikers charged forward, Thomas launched himself off his bike, armed with a makeshift spear fashioned from a broken pole and a sharpened piece of metal. He moved with lethal precision, impaling one mutant and throwing another over his shoulder, their screams echoing through the air.

Nice work! a biker shouted, as they followed Thomas's lead, using their weapons to dispatch the remaining mutants with ruthless efficiency.

Stay focused, Thomas warned, his breath heavy but controlled. This was just the first wave.

They pressed on, their path lit by the flickering flames of burning vehicles and decaying buildings. As they moved deeper into mutant territory, Thomas could feel the eyes of unseen enemies watching them, assessing their every move.

Thomas, one of the bikers called out, her voice shaking. We've got survivors trapped in that building up ahead!

Leave no one behind, Thomas ordered, his words resolute. He knew that in this dying world, every life mattered.

Let's go, he said, before charging headfirst into the fray, his fellow bikers following him without hesitation.

After a brutal battle and several close calls, they managed to rescue the terrified survivors, their faces etched with gratitude. With renewed determination, the group returned to their sanctuary, weary but triumphant.

Rest now, Thomas told them, knowing that the days ahead would be filled with more challenges and uncertainty. But for now, they had achieved a small victory in a world teetering on the brink of chaos. And sometimes, that was enough.

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The deafening wails of sirens pierced the smoky air, creating an eerie cacophony that echoed through the city streets. Panic-stricken people flooded the sidewalks, their faces contorted with fear as they scrambled for safety. The once-thriving metropolis was now a living nightmare—ground zero for the zombie virus outbreak.

Mommy! A child's cry rang out over the chaos, a desperate plea for help lost in the stampede of humanity.

Stay close, honey! The mother shouted back, her voice cracking under the strain of terror and fatigue. She clung to her daughter's hand, dragging her through the fray as she tried to navigate the pandemonium.

Like a wildfire, the virus had spread rapidly, consuming the population with a ravenous hunger. Flesh decayed and eyes turned milky white as the infected transformed into grotesque, shambling parodies of their former selves. Desperation hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating any semblance of hope or order.

In the midst of this apocalyptic landscape stood Thomas, an imposing figure at 6'8" and 350 pounds of tattooed muscle. He surveyed the scene with steely determination, his eyes scanning the chaos for any signs of survivors who might need his help. His massive frame towered above the crowd, making him an easily spotted beacon of strength amidst the crumbling society.

Over here! Thomas yelled, extending a hand to a woman struggling beneath the weight of a fallen man. With one swift motion, he hoisted the injured man onto his shoulder, stabilizing him with ease. Keep moving! We have to get out of here!

As they pressed forward, the reality of their situation weighed heavily on Thomas. The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, and the guttural moans of the undead were a constant reminder that the world they once knew had been consumed by darkness.

Where are we going? The woman panted, her eyes wide with fear as she clung to Thomas's arm for support.

Anywhere but here, he replied, his voice laced with grim determination. We need to find other survivors and band together if we're going to make it through this.

The woman nodded, her expression a mix of gratitude and trepidation as they continued on. Thomas scanned the crumbling buildings and debris-littered streets, searching for any signs of life among the chaos. In his heart, he knew that their odds were slim, but he refused to let despair take hold. He would do whatever it took to survive, and he would protect those around him with every ounce of strength he possessed.

Stay close, he murmured, his mind racing with plans and strategies. As they forged ahead, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that the world was now a battleground, and the battle for humanity's survival had only just begun.

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The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a red glow over the desolate cityscape. The once-vibrant streets, now devoid of life, were littered with abandoned cars and the remnants of desperate barricades. The moans of the undead echoed through the air, sending chills down Thomas's spine as he cautiously navigated the ruins. As he peered around a corner, his heart sank at the sight before him.

Damn, he muttered under his breath, taking in the bleak panorama. A small group of survivors was engaged in a fierce battle against a horde of mutants, their makeshift weapons no match for the sheer strength and speed of their adversaries. Their faces twisted with terror, they fought valiantly against the overwhelming odds - but Thomas knew that it wouldn't be enough.

Come on, we've got to help them, Thomas said, urgently motioning to the woman beside him. Her eyes widened in horror at the scene unfolding before them, but she nodded her agreement without hesitation.

Are you sure we can do this? She asked, gripping her weapon tightly as they approached the chaos.

Either we fight or we die. There's no other choice, Thomas replied grimly, mentally preparing himself for the gruesome battle ahead.

Alright, let's go, she said with determination, following Thomas into the fray.

As they charged forward, Thomas couldn't help but reflect on the immense power imbalance between the living and the mutants. It seemed as though every passing day brought more infected and fewer survivors, the dwindling population struggling to defend themselves against the ever-growing mutant hordes. Resources were scarce, with food, water, and ammunition becoming increasingly difficult to find. Death lurked around every corner - not just from the mutants, but from starvation and dehydration as well.

Stay together! Thomas yelled to the small group of survivors, trying to rally their spirits as they fought back against the onslaught. Despite their best efforts, it was clear that they were losing ground, the mutants' superior numbers winning out over any advantage the living might have had.

Fall back! Thomas commanded, realizing that they needed to regroup before they were completely overwhelmed. As they retreated, he could see the fear and desperation in the eyes of the survivors - men and women who had once been ordinary people, now thrust into a nightmarish world of violence and death.

Thomas, the woman said, panting heavily as they took cover behind a crumbling wall, how much longer can we keep this up? We're barely hanging on.

I don't know, he admitted, his mind racing with plans to turn the tide. But we can't give up. If we stop fighting, then we've already lost.

As the mutants closed in around them, Thomas steeled himself for what lay ahead. Despite the seemingly insurmountable odds, he refused to let fear consume him. He would fight until his last breath, determined to protect those around him and to keep hope alive in a world where hope seemed all but lost.

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Get ready! Thomas's voice boomed across the abandoned