Adventures Of Bayek: Through The Void And Beyond

A summer storm had rolled in while Bayek and his crew were on the highways. Clouds dr.a.p.ed across the sky and the heat of the day finally broke. The sound of the trucks humming and tires against the road put the crew in a trance. The words Bayek spoke put a well-placed stake through their c.h.e.s.t, grazing their heart. And whether they could accept what he had said to them or not, will be the difference between the stake being pulled from their c.h.e.s.t safely and the stake taring a whole in their heart.

A certain level of resilience was needed to survive and the world, were the dead walked and strive to take the place of the living. Bayek himself, drove a LMTV without company. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. The storm had caused a wave of nostalgia to consume him

When Bayek lived in his old world, he had lived to the rare of age 112. He was born the spring of 1999 in small V.i.r.g.i.nian town. The Fall of 2016 was his first time hearing a song that brought his worries to bay after he felt the world was caving in around him and the stress of the was threatening to break him. He didn't love anyone in this world however, his crew, each one of them had someone they felt completed their existence in some way, shape, or form. Bayek intended to pull the that heart-string as hard as he could. He needed his to team to remember what they were fighting and willing to die for. And that was a powerful feeling to have but, in order to get that drive back, he had to wash away the worries they had no control over and just readjust.

Although he wanted his team to become harden and savage, even the hardest had a reason to be hard. The hardness was usually a shell. To protect, defend.

Picking up the Radio Bayek held down the talk button as he relaxed in his seat. In the other vehicles all they heard was static, waiting for a transmission to come across.

"I don't want to talk much. I just wanted to let everyone know. We're not fighting for a cure or another day of life. We're fighting for that person we love, to someday see a cure and for them to live another day of life… But when the world's threatening to strip you of everything you've worked for. And the pressure of the battle is just too much and utterly out of your control. Sometimes it's better, that you just let it go, and flow, one day at a time. Because tomorrow isn't promised, and it would be sad if you died full of worry. That's it, now I'm going to sing, because I want to." Bayek took a deep breath

The sound of the wind whistling and rain pattering against the window shield. Set the scene. And Bayek started to softly hum his melody.

"I woke up to find the earth was round one day

And all around the world now, things began to change

Never had I ever seen the sun

Rise that way above the day to greet the dawn

And the earth shook beneath my feet

And the storm raged through the night

And I lost all that I had won

Oh but I flowed like the river

Flow...

Hmmm hmhmhmmm

So you think you got it all figured out

All this money in the bank and women all about

Well now whatcha gonna do when your ship starts to sink?

Caught in a monstrous sea and you won't be able to think

Yeah and it's there you'll learn what I know

That all of this world will fade

You gotta learn to let it all go

Oh and flow like the river

Flow..."

The crew listened to the music as the road through the storm, and as Bayek's music weaved its way into their ears, worry began to slowly chip away.

"Thank you Bayek?"

"Anytime, April" Bayek knew her voice. It was always soft and sweet. Easy on the ears, like a siren's song.

"Let's Pull over and get some shut eye. There's nothing for miles. Keep everything looked up and tight." Bayek instructed the crew.

Soon, everyone was sleeping soundly. Physical exhaustion coupled with the sound of storm, the wasn't to ferocious but just right. In Bayek's Truck. He put his legs up and rested his feet in the Passengers seat. Sparking a nice joint. He smoked to his hearts content. Relishing in the feel of the high. Allowing his mind to drift. He thought on many tings until he too was in a sound sleep

When morning came it was still cloudy and drizzling. The crew pushed on all the way to interstate 20. On the interstate, things were a little hectic. There survives, some of them were armed but the majority of them looked like survivors lucky to make it this far.

"What should we do?" Finn asked over the radio.

"Let's put on the Cargo Covers. And put uniforms on." Bayek answered him

Stopping the vehicles some ways away from the interstate, Bayek and his crew dawned all black swat uniforms with no patches or name tags. Bayek then helped the ladies pin their hair and in a military bun.

"Alright, let's get the cargo covers on." Bayek

The group snapped to attention and saluted with mocking smiles

"Haha f.u.c.k off! We need to get this done, come on" Bayek just shook his head as the team joined him in rolling out the cover and draping it over the back of the LMTs. Strapped down and ready to go. The crew drove onto the interstate slowly, giving the crowd time to part.

When the convoy got on the interstate, they could immediately tell that survivors had been marching to the city for a while. The dead cars were pushed to the sides if the interstate, forming a lane.

"Where do you think they're going?" Hazel asked

"Probably to the city" Morales chimed in

"You think the government is still up in Birmingham?" Finn

"Possibly, why else would all these people make this march?" Bayek

Breaking through the crowd after 45 minutes to an hour. The road was clear to speed up the convoy. All together there looked to be around three to four hundred survivors.

"Can we just leave them behind like that?" April asked

"Yes, we can, and we are. The freeways clear on the other side lets get over and open up" Bayek replied.

With an open freeway ahead. The convoy didn't spend much time getting to Birmingham

The place was a ghost town. Not even walkers were around, shocking the convoy.

"Take it slow" the convoy kept pushing on now led my Morales. He was leading the group to his brother's house.

"Its up here on the left." Stopping the truck, Morales jumped out and the convoy followed. Morales had mixture of emotions running through, making him loose sense of the times that they were living in. But the crew picked up the slack covered his back.

Inside of the house, there was nothing. No sign of life or struggle. The crew looked around and found nothing except writing on the wall

'Cesar. Airport'