You readers wanted it, you got it. The sequel to Lighting: New Life is here! This first chapter is gonna have little to nothing to do with Spyro, but the rest of the chapters will, I assure you. I just say thanks to everyone who reads my stories; it really makes me happy when I see how many views I have.

Chapter 1: This is Hell

There is a dark hallway with weak and flickering lights. Pipes and rust cover the low ceiling. The floor tiles are cracked from misuse and the walls are dusty. In the hallway is a man, no more than eighteen years of age.

The man is wearing black cargo pants, black steel toe boots, a black military jacket, black gloves, and a black bulletproof vest over his jacket. He is also wearing a black M12 gas mask with dark tinted lens so it was impossible to see his eyes. The eye lenses have been customized to look like angry eyes. Resting on his head is a black military helmet.

The man is carrying a Beretta ARX 160 assault rifle with a red dot sight, grenade launcher, and a flashlight taped to the barrel. He has a Ruger SR9 pistol strapped to his left side if needed as well. Lastly, he has a cold steel tomahawk strapped to his belt.

The man's breathing could easily be heard through the gas mask as he walked down the hallway. He took a left at the end of the hall and saw four other people waiting for him. They are dressed like him except they are wearing gray M3A1 gas mask and carrying AR-15 assault rifles.

"There you are… Jack Bedage was it?" one of the men asked.

The man now known as Jack, Isaac's son, nodded in confirmation.

"Good, let's get going already." another man, this time with a Californian accent, said to the group.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves, yes?" a man with a Russian accent suggested.

"Name's Carl Erikson." the man with the California accent greeted.

"Bob Marley." the man with a Boston accent stated.

"Sarah Blake." a woman with a New York accent said.

"And I'm Filipp Morozov." the Russian man greeted warmly. Unlike the other's he's carrying an AK102.

"Can we go now? We need to get supplies for the colony." Sarah asked.

"Yeah, let's go." Carl agreed.

The five armed people walked into the industrial elevator to Jack's left. Filipp pulled the lever on it and the door closed. The elevator slowly moved upwards.

"You know, I've heard about you, Jack. They say you were the lone survivor of two missions… is that true?" Bob asked curiously.

Jack didn't answer; he just stared at Bob through his gas mask.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to." Filipp comforted while glaring at Bob.

"I heard that you're an Indian. That's pretty cool if you ask me." Sarah praised, but got no response from Jack.

The elevator stopped moving and the door opened.

"You are a man of silence, I respect that. I met many people like you and they were all very skilled fighters." Filipp also praised as they all exited the elevator and walked through the tunnel.

They approached a metal door. Bob and Carl shouldered their rifles and slowly pulled the door open. The intense light from outside blinded them all. Once they could see again, they stood there to look at the area outside.

There is a ruined city with destroyed buildings and debris everywhere. The ground is covered with rubble and snow, and it's snowing lightly. Screeches and howls can be heard in the distance.

"Sixteen years have passed and its still winter. You'd think the nukes would've made the area a dessert." Carl said uncomfortably.

"Let's go." Filipp said seriously as he led the group into the city.

Besides the small sounds in the distance, the city is quiet and empty. There is not a soul in sight.

"It's hard to believe that this place used to be Boston…" Sarah said quietly as they moved down the street.

"Be quiet! Are you trying to get us noticed?" Bob yelled in a whisper.

All of a sudden they heard growling up ahead. Three creatures jumped out of a nearby store and growled at the group. The creatures resemble pale and hairless dogs. They have split jaws with razor sharp teeth. Their eyes are pupiless and they don't have tails.

"Ferals!" Carl yelled as he and the others took aim.

The Ferals snarled and charged forward. They were stopped however by a wall of gunfire. The bullets ripped through the dog creatures without much trouble. Once they were all dead, they all looked at each other.

"We need to go, now. There are bound to be more of them." Filipp told them all.

As if on cue, more Ferals leapt out of the building and charged them. The humans started to shoot them, but more creatures kept coming. The group started to move back as they fired and reloaded. Jack fired his grenade launcher, but the killed monsters were quickly replaced.

The group heard screeches above them and looked up.

"Flyers too!?" Sarah yelled in shock.

"I fucking hate Flyers." Bob whimpered.

Flyers are one of the more disturbing creatures of the winter wasteland. They were once infants, but were so heavily eradiated that they formed a new species. They have pale pinkish skin with glowing yellow eyes. Their arms have been replaced by pink bat wings. They have long claws on their feet for grabbing small prey and slicing. Their mouths are very wide and form a sick smile with razor sharp teeth.

Surprisingly, they didn't attack the group; instead they started hunting the Ferals. They grabbed the dog creatures with their feet and flew away.

"Why are they killing them instead!? I don't get it!" Bob yelled as the group started to run away into an office building.

"Because Flyers hunt small prey. They only hunt humans when they have no other choice." Filipp explained as he and Jack barricaded the door.

Once they were confidant the barricade would hold, they rejoined the group.

The group decided to rest in the lobby. Sarah, Carl, and Bob are sitting on the floor. Filipp is sitting on the receptionist desk and Jack is leaning on the wall and checking his gun. Bob looked at Jack with suspicion.

"Do you even care what happens to us?" he asked accusingly.

Jack didn't answer; he didn't even look at the group or stopped checking his gun.

"Yo angry face, I'm talking to you!" Bob yelled.

Jack stopped checking his gun and slowly looked at Bob.

"Do you even care what happens to us?" he repeated.

Jack stood there in thought for awhile, but eventually shook his head, no.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it! Well if you're about to die, don't expect me to come save you!" Bob yelled angrily.

"That's enough, Robert!" Filipp lashed out.

Bob just huffed and looked at the ground. Filipp sighed and stood up.

"We should probably move out. The colony's depending on us for food." he said as everyone got up.

Everyone turned on their flashlights and walker deeper into the dark building. They found the staircase and started to climb. Once they reached the fourth floor, Carl cautiously opened the door.

"It's safe." he stated as the opened the door all the way.

The group quickly entered and aimed all around the room, checking for hostile creatures. When they confirmed that there weren't any, they all relaxed.

"Let's look around." Filipp suggested.

The group split up in two groups in the large room. Carl, Bob, and Sarah checked the left as Jack and Filipp checked the right. They found some useful scrap metal and supplies, but no food. All of a sudden, a loud hissing was heard.

"What the fuck was that?" Sarah asked.

Before anyone could respond, a dog sized spider crawled out of the air vent and hissed at them through its saliva filled mandibles.

"No no no no… not Spiders!?" Carl cried fearfully.

The Spider must have sensed his fear because it tackled him to the ground and bit his neck.

"HEEEELP!" he screamed as he felt its venom enter his bloodstream.

Sarah hit the arachnid with the butt of her rifle, successfully knocking it away. Filipp shot it repeatedly before it could get up. Once he was certain it was dead, he reloaded his rifle.

Everyone ran up to Carl.

"Carl! Shit, hang on… you're gonna be okay!" Sarah yelled as she took out her medical kit.

"Don't bother; the poison has already gotten in his body. The only thing we can do is end his suffering." Filipp said regrettably.

"NO! HE STILL HAS A CHANCE!" Sarah yelled as Bob held her back.

Jack took out his pistol and aimed at Carl's head. He turned the safety off and squeezed the trigger. The bullet quickly entered his brain, ending his suffering. Bob released Sarah as Jack sheathed his pistol.

Everyone stood there in silence for awhile, but were interrupted by more hissing.

"Shit! I forgot they work in groups!" Bob yelled as he reloaded his AR-15.

A bunch of Spiders crawled out of the vents and out the door the group came through earlier, all hissing at the group of four.

"We're surrounded!" Sarah cried with fear.

"Just fucking shoot!" Filipp yelled as he started firing his rifle.

The group began shooting the Spiders, but with every Spider killed, two more took its place.

One of the Spiders shot a web at Bob and dragged his screaming form into one of the vents, never to be seen again.

"CARL!" Sarah yelled in anguish, only for three Spiders to jump on her back and infect there venom into her.

"FUCK!" Filipp screamed as he saw his squad mates be dragged away.

Jack ran out of rifle ammunition, so he through the useless gun at the one of the Spiders heads and took out his pistol. He turned on the laser sight and commenced shooting at the beasts.

The Spiders were coming in a large quantity; there was no chance that they'd survive.

In pure desperation, Filipp took out one of his grenades that he's been saving for a rainy day, and pulled the pin. He threw it a cluster of the Spiders.

"FIRE IN THE FUCKING HOLE!" he yelled as he and Jack took cover.

KA-BOOM!

The explosion managed to kill the majority of the Spiders and created a hole in the floor.

"Quick, down the hole!" Filipp instructed.

They both got up and ran for the whole, but another Spider tackled the Russian to the ground. Jack turned around to help him.

"Just go! I'll make sure they don't follow you!" Filipp yelled as he struggled with the Spider.

Without hesitating, Jack ran to the hole and jumped down, but ended up dropping his pistol in the process.

Filipp managed to kick the Spider off him. He quickly stood up and took out his last grenade.

"See you in hell." he said as he pulled the pin.

All the Spiders leapt for him, but were interrupted before they got to him.

KA-BOOM!

The large explosion killed both the Spiders and Filipp. The blast managed to cause most of the ceiling to block the hole that Jack went down.


Everything was dusty on the third floor because of the explosion. Jack wiped the dust out of his lens and slowly stood up. He activated the flashlight attached to the left side of his belt to illuminate the area. The room he is in is covered with rubble, debris, and lots of dust.

He took out his cold steel tomahawk and looked around cautiously.

He heard a growl behind him and whipped around. A tall humanoid creature entered the room with its black beady eyes fixated upon him. It has dark skin with elongated arms. It is hairless and has a skinny form. Its hands have five long claws at the end of its fingers. Its head looks very thick and is noseless. The creature's mouth is riddled with needle like teeth.

The Brute growled again and started to speed walk to Jack's location. He jumped out of the way, moments before its long claws could sliced hm.

He rolled away and adopted a combat stance. The Brute growled louder and walked towards him again. Jack quickly scooped up a rock and threw it at the monster's head, but it didn't even flinch from the attack.

It raised its arm to strike, but Jack positioned himself so that his flashlight was shining in the creature's eyes. The Brute covered its eyes and backed off with a high pitched growl.

Before it could recover, Jack ran forward and repeatedly chopped the mutant's skinny arm with his tomahawk. It roared in pain as its left forearm fell to the ground.

Jack continued to chop at the weakened creature, grunting loudly as he did so. The Brute tried to fight back, but the strikes came too frequently. Jack let his adrenaline take over as he gave chop after chop after chop.

Finally, the creature stopped moving and Jack stopped attacking. He fell to his hunches and breathed heavily. He saw a light to his left and saw a purple crystal. He tilted his head to the side and stood up.

Jack cautiously walked up to the crystal and tapped it with the end of his tomahawk. Considering it safe, he bent down and picked up the foreign object.

He stood up again and looked at the crystal as it began to glow brightly. Purple electricity began to shoot out of it and he began to feel woozy. He growled in frustration as he tried to let go of the crystal to no avail.

Finally after much struggle, he fell on his back from exhaustion. The last thing he saw before he passed out was a purple light.