By Michael Abayomi
Elijah sat huddled with the other members of the surveying crew as their transport rolled out of the Holland Tunnel. Looking through the rover’s windows, he could barely make out the ruins of Manhattan. This was his third expedition into the very heart of the Red Zone. And just like the previous two, he once again experienced a deep sense of anticipation.
“Do you think we might come across any actual lurkers today?” the man sitting opposite him asked. His name was Carlos, and judging from the sweat filming his forehead, Elijah could tell that he was anxious, too.
A lurker was anyone believed to live within the boundaries of Ground Zero. And like most stories originating out of the Red Zone, Elijah believed it was nothing more than an urban legend. “I don’t think so.”
