Yesterday's Gone: Season Three (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER)

from the woods surrounding to invade and kill everyone.
    Boricio, now operating somewhat under Luca’s influence, helped Luca, Linc, and Rebecca fight off the monsters as war broke out, buildings were set on fire, and several of the church’s members fled in vehicles. Desmond killed Rei, but was then murdered by one of the many monsters. Boricio, Linc, Rebecca, and Luca retreated to the barn, as the monsters swarmed in to attack.
    Will, who had tried years ago to save his boyfriend from becoming crippled in an accident, wound up getting him killed when he tried to “find a loophole” to change the future he’d seen. Now, he is a slave to fate and his visions, and abides by them, no matter what, for fear of what might happen if he goes against his visions. Fate, as Will learned, could be cruel when you tried to circumvent its plans. Before all hell broke loose, Will left the Sanctuary, because his visions had told him to.
    He returned to find that only Boricio and Luca had survived.
    However, this wasn’t what fate had told him should have happened.
    So Will corrected reality by shooting Luca.

    And now, Season Three…

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CHAPTER 1 — Other Will Bishop

    Other Earth
    June 14, 2011
    Black Island Research Facility
    Black Island, New York
    FOUR MONTHS BEFORE THE OCTOBER 15 EVENT…

    One month had passed since the boy last opened his eyes.
    When Will got the call from Boricio, his heart nearly burst from his chest. “Your brother? He’s okay?”
    “Yes, Dad, he’s fine.”
    “I’ll be right there,” Will said, almost falling as he jumped from his seat and raced down the hall, to the elevator, and slipped inside just as the doors were closing.
    Will smiled at the researcher already standing in the elevator — a man whose name Will didn’t know, even though he’d seen him several times. The keycard/badge hanging from the man’s lanyard said, “Eric Rodgers: Aerospace Division.”
    Though Will had occasionally consulted for the aerospace division of Black Island, most of his work was now with the psychic warfare and genetic engineering branches. He rarely spoke with anyone outside of his division, except for the all too regular but unavoidable awkward moments in the elevators and dining hall.
    Will closed his eyes, trying not to pick up any of the man’s thoughts. Too late.
    Oh shit, it’s the freaky guy. Is he reading my mind now? Oh shit. Stop thinking. Think about anything other than last night … cocaine … Shit! Did he hear that? Oh God … Come on elevator, come the fuck on!
    Will kept his eyes closed to shield his vision from the man’s nervous face.
    The elevator stopped on the third floor and the man rushed off, saying, “Good day, sir,” only when he was three steps away.
    Will couldn’t think of anything to say before the elevator doors closed and he was on his way to Level Seven. Alone, his mind returned to his son who had somehow miraculously, recovered. The doctors said he might never surface from the coma. The operation to remove the tumor in his brain was enough of a risk to be considered a death sentence.
    And yet, four weeks later, he had opened his eyes.
    Can he really be fine?
    Will tried to pick up his son’s thoughts, but couldn’t feel him “online.” At first, Will was nervous, wondering if the child’s thoughts were somehow dead, but given the drugs in his system, he was likely still in a fog. Some drugs had a way of interfering with Will’s abilities.
    The elevator stopped. Will squeezed through the still-opening doors, then practically ran to the recovery room. He passed a few nurses, then opened the room’s door to his two adopted sons, separated by more than two decades and different parents.
    Luca’s eyes lit as Will stepped through the door, “Dad!”
    Will’s heart practically melted. “Oh God, you’re awake!” he cried, falling to Luca’s bedside and hugging him through the tangle of wires running to an IV drip, then over to the bank of machines monitoring his vitals. “Thank you, God.”
    “Why are you crying?” Luca asked, his voice brittle and full of scratches.
    “I’m just so happy,” Will said.
    Will stood, then turned to Boricio, pulling him into the bear of a hug. That’s when he sensed it — the secret Boricio had been hiding. The doctors had done something radical to revive Luca, even though they were supposed to wait for him to come out of the coma.
    How the hell did they keep this from me?
    Then Will saw that too.
    Boricio