The Redemption Trilogy

by A. J. Sikes

  They’re starving and eating each other to survive.

  The big one stomped further down the tracks, and the smaller ones followed. They moved closer to the fighting by the minivans. Shrieks and screams split the air as the monsters clashed. The big one gave another roar and waved a hand. The small ones around it charged forward, racing into the swarm of others that were fighting.

  Gallegos nudged Reeve to raise his weapon.

  “Take it out, Reeve. Then we get back to the hide.”

  “Rah, Sergeant.”

  Reeve lifted his M4. Gallegos said a silent prayer for his aim to be true. She leaned forward as the giant on the el-tracks turned around. It waved a hand behind it, like it was calling forward reinforcements. While Reeve lined up his shot, Gallegos strained her neck to see around him. She quickly fell back into her seat when a swarm of sucker faces rose up from the El tracks and poured over the side.

  Reeve dropped his weapon on its sling and had them in gear. He stomped on the gas and tore away from the flood of monsters descending from the El tracks. Their claws scraped against brick, concrete, and pavement, adding to the horror of their howls and screeches of rage.

  Gallegos had to turn her attention to the road beside her. Sucker faces raced toward the truck up ahead, trying to take their flanks. Reeve dodged them around a clutch of the monsters that dropped down from the tracks and landed in the middle of the street. Gallegos picked one off when it latched onto the hood with its claws. Another leaped up from the street to replace the one she’d just killed. This one held on and got a foot onto the passenger door.

  One of the firefighters had a shotgun out the window behind her. A blast from the weapon ended the sucker’s attempt at climbing inside. Gallegos fired at two more that sped out of the ruins, putting them down. She checked her mirror and saw smaller groups drafting behind the truck as Reeve drove them ever closer to the melee. Welch was firing sustained bursts at suckers that followed them, but he wasn’t hitting consistently.

  He’ll run out of ammo before he gets them all.

  Gallegos put her attention back on the road ahead, firing at the onrushing sucker faces. “There’s a tunnel at the next block, Reeve! I think it’s clear!”

  “I hope to fuck it’s clear!” he shouted back.

  In the rear cab, Matty blasted at the suckers as they raced alongside the truck. Dom did the same on his side. The thunderclaps of the shotguns pressed in on Gallegos’ ears, adding to the constant chop of the SAW from the bed.

  A sucker face leaped onto the top of the cab and reached down to the window where Matty was firing from. The monster grabbed the barrel of his shotgun and yanked it out, almost pulling him out the window with it. He let go just in time as another clawed hand came stabbing down at the space in front of the window. Luce handed him the spare shotgun, but as soon as the barrel cleared the window, the sucker face up top slashed a hand down and yanked it away.

  Gallegos drew her sidearm and fired through the top of the truck. All she got for her trouble was a louder ringing in her ears.

  The monster came down to Matty’s window and reached in to grab his shirt. Its arms were still wrapped in sickly pale flesh and ropy muscles, but they were spindle-thin and ragged from cuts and scrapes. Matty swatted the grasping hands aside with his pistol. Gallegos turned in her seat and tried to get a bead on the monster.

  Dom had the last shotgun and rotated in his seat. He pushed the barrel into the sucker face’s eye socket, knocking the thing’s head back. It grabbed onto the door post with one hand and tried to yank the shotgun away with the other.

  “You want it?” Dom yelled as he fired.

  The blast filled the truck cab and a spray of gore coated the back of Gallegos’ seat. Matty had his arms up in time to catch most of the mess on his clothing.

  The sucker face slid off the top of the cab and fell to the street. Reeve gunned the motor, launching them up and over a debris mound and back onto the roadway of Park Avenue. In the back of the truck, Welch fired sustained bursts at the horde that spilled from the El tracks like a tidal wave.

  “Keep up the fire!” Gallegos shouted, grabbing for a loaded magazine from the pile they’d made in the back. Luce was funneling shotgun ammo to Dom in between loading the last of the magazines they’d collected.

  The swarm from the tracks had to be at least 300 strong or more. Even though they were concentrating on taking out the ones coming from the ruins, it wouldn’t be long before the truck was completely surrounded.

  We have only two boxes left for the SAW and maybe three hundred rounds up here, if that. Dios nos salve.

  — 21 —

  Jed sprayed down the sucker face that latched onto the truck. He got the first wave that rushed off the El tracks, but then his sight picture was a blur of pale flesh and ropy muscles, bulging lips, spiny teeth, and claws. Every round hit something, but Jed couldn’t be sure his shots were effective. Blood sprayed and then vanished as the monsters clambered over their own fallen to race behind the fleeing truck.

  Jo fired at them with her pistol. She hit two of them square in the chest and they dropped, but the weapon was empty after a few more shots. Jed saw her throw it out of the truck in anger.

  “Willie Pete! Use the Willie Pete!” he shouted, still firing sustained bursts into the swarm. He knocked them back again and again, but every wave he took down was quickly replaced by another.

  The truck swerved sharply and crashed against a small car in the road, knocking it aside. Jo rolled away from him and slammed against bed wall. Jed reached for her as a dark shadow covered the truck. Black walls surrounded them and Jed felt the world closing in from all sides.

  “Shit, where’s he taking us? Shit!”

  Next to him, Jo was steady again and scrambling to load the thump gun. Then they were out in daylight and leaning up as Reeve took them over something in the street. Jo lost her grip on the weapon when she reached for the bed wall to steady herself. The truck angled away from a ruined building and Jed feared they would go over onto the side, but they leveled out just as fast and raced on.

  Reeve cornered hard and Jed pitched over onto his side. He slid into the bed wall and just grabbed a hand-hold before they were swerving sideways again. The wheels barked and squealed against the pavement, but Jed could still hear the scraping of the monsters’ claws. Their snarls and hisses grew louder as they came, hungry for the squad’s blood.

  A pair of claws grabbed the tailgate, and then another. Two suckers rose up, flicking thick tongues and drooling spit. Jo brought her foot up and slammed her heel into one’s face, knocking it off the truck. The other grabbed hold of her leg and yanked, but Jed had his hands under her arms and pulled back, tugging the sucker face into the truck bed. Jo kicked at it and Jed did the same as it let her go and tried to get the SAW around. It bit at his feet. He kicked once more before he had the muzzle against the monster’s cheek and squeezed the trigger, feeling a single round spit out before the weapon locked up.

  The sucker face fell dead against his boots. Jo kicked at it until it was at the rear of the bed.

  “Fuck! Jammed up again!” Jed screamed as he went to clear the weapon. He held it aside and covered Jo with his body as he lifted the feed tray cover.

  She pushed away and raised the grenade launcher, firing it over the tailgate. The explosion made the truck lurch to the side and Jed lost his grip on the SAW as the street filled with a cloud of smoke.

  “That was an HE! Where’s the Willie Pete?” he yelled, searching the truck bed for the belt of grenade rounds. It had slid down to the back, and was under the body of the dead monster. Before he could move, Jo had jumped forward. She grabbed the belt just as another sucker face latched onto the tailgate and raised its clawed hand to swipe down at her.

  ***

  Gallegos picked off as many as she could from inside the truck cab. She had to stay back from the window or risk getting grabbed and yanked out. Reeve swerved them left and right through the bloodied remains of
the sucker faces taken out by the mines.

  “I’m going for the tunnel,” he said as they raced away from the horde that kept coming from the elevated tracks. Gallegos gave a quick glance at the road ahead of them. A burned-up Volkswagen Beetle had been shoved into place in front of the tunnel.

  “Reeve—”

  “Hold onto your asses!” he yelled as he aimed them at the little car’s fender. They swerved hard and smashed the car aside, sending the truck rocking as they shot into the tunnel. Gallegos whispered a prayer as they flew under the tracks and burst out again. She turned and fired behind them at the swarm of sucker faces pouring down from above and joining the others in the chase. Gallegos kept firing, one shot at a time, picking her targets and dropping them.

  Aim, squeeze, aim again. Aim, squeeze—

  She put a hand out to brace herself when Reeve took them over a mound of debris to avoid a horde that sped at them from the left. They cleared most of the suckers, but a trio launched into the air and landed on the hood. Gallegos finally risked it and leaned out with her pistol, cracking two of the sucker faces with head shots. The third lost its grip and was ground under the truck tires as Reeve stomped the gas and they sped forward. On the other side of the truck, Dom had the shotgun out the window and was taking the monsters down as quick as he could fire.

  The shotgun blasts were nothing more than thumps in her ears now. And then they stopped.

  “Out! We’re out of ammo!” Dom yelled.

  ***

  Jed recovered his grip on the SAW as more clawed hands grabbed onto the tailgate above Jo. She’d rolled to the right and dodged the monster’s claws, but now she had three of them looming over her and reaching for her legs.

  “Help!” Jo screamed.

  The truck spun to the side and Jed frantically swiped at the feed tray, clearing belt links and an empty brass casing from the weapon. He slapped the cover down and charged the SAW as the truck slid up against a ruined wall, scraping the fender against the shattered stone. The sucker faces caught flecks of concrete and sparks until Jed sent a burst at them. Two went down with holes in their heads. The third caught a round in its throat and still it came forward, leaning over the tailgate to swipe at Jo’s retreating boots. Jed fired again and it fell backwards with its limbs flailing.

  Jed kept a watch in every direction, scanning around them to watch for any monsters that had closed the distance from the main pack to the truck. Next to him, Jo was reloading the thump gun.

  “Willie Pete this time?” he asked.

  “Rah.”

  The truck took a hard bank and lifted up as they came over a debris mound again.

  Jo lifted up onto her hip and sighted. Jed raised up and covered her with burst after burst, but he knew he’d have to swap boxes soon.

  “Take the shot!” he yelled. “I’m almost out on this box!”

  Reeve swerved them in an arc across the street, sending Jo back on her heels against the bed wall. She kept the thump gun tucked in and put a hand out to steady herself.

  Jed fired his last burst at the sucker faces that were coming in a wide wave, aiming for the cab and truck bed.

  “Changing ammo! Take the shot!”

  Jo looked back at him, then turned to face the onrushing swarm. She aimed and fired the thump gun.

  ***

  Dom used his empty weapon to jab at any sucker faces that came close. Gallegos sat back into her seat, holding her M4 ready at her window. She turned to look out the windshield in time to see the barricade ahead. She braced herself with her legs while Reeve spun another tight circle, bringing them around to straddle the road. A fresh swarm raced at them from the direction of the El tracks, and it stretched across the road, filling her sight picture no matter where she aimed. Others poured over the barricade and out of the ruins of the neighborhood behind them.

  We’re surrounded. And we’re almost out of ammo.

  “What do we have left?”

  “Nothing,” Matty said. “Just pistols. Y’all?”

  “One magazine, half gone,” Reeve said.

  “Less than that in my weapon, plus one full,” Gallegos added. “Make every shot count. If this is our time, then this is our time. We make it hurt, for Mahton and Leigh and everyone we couldn’t save.”

  The squad replied as one. Gallegos lifted her M4 and sighted on the sucker faces running toward them from the El tracks. A loud thump sounded from behind the cab. Gallegos counted the seconds until the horde vanished in a cloud of flaming smoke.

  ***

  Jo fired and Jed pulled her back down. The grenade impacted and the air around them filled with the stench of garlic and burnt meat. Jed slotted a fresh box home in the SAW and set the belt into the feed tray. Closing the cover, he shifted and leaned up to see spears of smoke spiraling out from the mass of sucker faces. The monsters shrieked and, not for the first time, Jed felt a hint of mercy for them. The street was filled with their crawling and flailing bodies as the phosphorous ate into their skin. Jo had fired into the center of the group, and most of the pack there had been hit.

  The ones that weren’t seemed to dance around the main group, looking for the weakest ones. A sucker face shrieked behind Jed and he spun around to see another swarm racing for the truck. They streamed out of the neighborhood ruins, over crumbled walls, out of the wreckage, and around splintered tree trunks. Jed sent a burst at them and they split apart, into smaller groups that raced around the street, dodging and feinting so fast that he couldn’t aim if he tried.

  Like they’d done back on Park Avenue, the two tribes of suckers charged into each other in the street, ripping and slashing at each other in a frenzy of blood and howling. The ones from the neighborhood sped by the truck, like they didn’t even notice Jo and Jed sitting in the back.

  “They’re not even looking at us,” Jo said.

  Jed wanted to believe her, but he knew different. “They see us,” he said, “but they got bigger problems. At least for now.”

  The swarms clashed and fought, with screeches and roars filling the street and echoing in the dead air of the city.

  “They could just swarm us right now,” Jo said.

  “They could, but they aren’t. They’d rather figure out who gets to be on top. Then they’ll come after us.”

  “They’re fighting for the privilege of killing us? That’s so disgusting, I can’t—”

  “Fucking animals,” Jed said through a chuckle. Then he spotted one that had its eyes locked on him. It danced around behind larger ones that were plowing forward into the battle with the sucker faces from the El tracks.

  “That one knows better,” Jed said, lining it up in his sight picture.

  A roar of rage filled the air around them just as Jed fired. He hit the one that had been staring at him. It dropped in a heap as the others charged forward. Another big one came stomping out from the neighborhood ruins. The smaller ones in the street raced ahead of it with a tiny, fast one out front, like it was leading the pack. A blast from the truck cab put it down. The swarm drew together, slowing their progress, but still closing in around the truck.

  The big one picked up the broken body of a dead sucker face and flung it at the truck. It impacted against the front fender and slid across the hood. The small ones formed a circle around the truck while others still sped onward to join the battle up ahead.

  Jed sent a burst at the big monster. It didn’t flinch, even as two of the rounds struck it in the chest. Instead, it reached for another of its fallen children and hurled it toward the truck. Jed had to duck to avoid getting hit. The body bounced off the cab and landed in the street. Jed and Jo stayed tucked down as low as they could, but he kept firing sustained bursts toward the giant.

  ***

  Gallegos stared at the big fucker outside as she slapped her final magazine into the receiver and released the bolt. The monster reached for another body and hoisted it over its head. It threw it at the truck and roared. The Willie Pete round had torn up the swarm from the
tracks. Most of them had crawled away to lick their wounds. Gallegos spotted some being eaten by the stronger ones from the neighborhood, which were rapidly closing in on the free-for-all that filled the roadway and spilled over into the ruins on either side.

  Gallegos lifted her M4, locating the big sucker face in her sight picture.

  I could go for a head shot, but these are my last thirty rounds. Every single one has to count and count good.

  The monster dodged one way, then the other, before it leaned down and hurled a severed limb at the truck. The arm bounced off the door to the rear cab and Dom ducked away from the window. A second later, something threw the arm back toward the big monster, and it was followed by rocks and other bits of debris from the battlefield.

  The monsters from the El Tracks were hurling anything they could find at the big fucker and its minions. Then their leader appeared from behind a wrecked semi-trailer. It had a bench seat hefted in its hands and raised it overhead as it ran forward. With a growl that seemed to shake the city itself, the giant sucker face heaved the bench seat into the melee, scattering the smaller ones.

  The groups from the neighborhood moved off to the sides of the street and climbed onto ruined walls and into the remains of trees. Those from the El tracks stayed in formation around their leader, grouping up in twos and threes again like they had on Park Avenue, when Gallegos had first witnessed their tactics.

  They’re down on numbers, but I still think this is their fight. The ones from the neighborhoods don’t have the same combat sense. And they’re all ignoring us now, like we’re just bystanders to their feud.

  The El track tribe paced around their leader, still clad in its shirt of bones and, Gallegos now noticed, sheets of skin that it wore like a cape. It roared at the other leader, which strode into the street behind a pack of five smaller ones. Those were immediately met by a dozen of the El track sucker faces and taken down quickly. Then the neighborhood’s leader roared and waved its hands. As Gallegos stared, dumbfounded, the two tribes flooded the roadway in a roiling mass of claws and teeth. Shrieks and howls filled the air, and through it all the big ones continued to throw whatever they could find at hand. Bodies launched through the air to rebound off the truck, or to collide with small groups of the monsters.