Z-Burbia Box Set | Books 4-6 [The Road Trip Trilogy]

by Bible, Jake

  “Yeah,” the canny nods. “What you said. That was funny.” He steps forward and holds out his hand. “I’m Rafe.”

  Greta looks at the hand like it’s on fire. “Good for you. Or not. What kind of name is Rafe?”

  “The one my parents gave me,” Rafe shrugs, then winces again. “Ow.”

  “Your parents were idiots,” Greta says.

  “That’s why I ate them,” Rafe replies.

  Needless to say, that changes the mood quickly. Not that the mood was all happy-go-lucky in the first place, but it does bring it down a couple more notches on the fun scale.

  “Kidding,” Rafe says. “I ate them because they sacrificed themselves so me and my little sister could live.”

  “Okay, well, this has been awesome,” I say. “But I’m gonna have to put my foot down on the cannibal family tales segment of the evening.”

  There’s a loud whistle from below, then Stuart shouts, “Jace! Melissa! Come check this out!”

  “Perfect timing,” I say.

  I grab Greta and pull her with me as we make our way down the basement steps, and then stand there, gawking at what we see.

  Written in blood on the basement walls are the words, “Loyalty above all else.”

  “Traitors,” Rafe says from behind us, making me and Greta jump. “Sorry. But that’s what happened to those folks upstairs. It’s a message to traitors.”

  “How do you know?” I ask.

  “He’s right,” Stuart says. “It makes sense now. The Viet Cong used to do this to US collaborators. They’d skin them with machetes, then write messages on the huts with blood to warn others.”

  “I thought they burned down the villages,” Greta says.

  “Nah, that was us,” I say. “Yay for war!”

  “They burned down villages too,” Stuart sighs, his Marine hackles up from my comment.

  “This doesn’t really answer anything,” Melissa says. “We may know why those people are missing their skin, but we don’t know who did it or how they were traitors.”

  “Actually, we don’t know anything,” I say. “We’re just guessing. That message may not be in their blood. It could be from the blood of someone else.”

  “Could be,” Lourdes says, and wipes her fingers across the lettering. “But this is as fresh as the blood in the kitchen.” She turns and points her flashlight to pile of towels in the corner. “Then there’s that, too.”

  The towels are sitting in a pool of blood. In fact, there is blood everywhere, splattered all across the basement floor. But most of the blood is on or under the towels.

  Yeah, and those aren’t towels.

  “Total waste of good skin,” Rafe says.

  “You need to shut up and leave,” I say, and point at the stairs. “Go away, little canny.”

  “Dude,” Rafe frowns. “You’re an asshole.”

  “You’re the asshole,” I call after him as he stomps back upstairs. I turn and see everyone staring at me. “What?”

  “You are a piece of work,” Stuart says.

  “He started it,” I snap.

  “Dad, just don’t,” Greta sighs. “You aren’t winning this one.”

  “Okay, you know what? Y’all need to lay off the Jace punching bag, and focus on what the fuck we are looking at,” I say. “Me being a dick is not as important as who the fuck did this to these people. Right?”

  “He’s right,” Lourdes says.

  “Thank you,” I nod.

  “You are a dick,” she smiles.

  “Fuck all y’all,” I mutter.

  “As much as I hate to say it, we don’t have time to rag on Jace right now,” Stuart says. “We need to figure out whether this new development means we have to leave or not.”

  “Then how about everyone shuts up and lets me think?” I snap. “That is the reason you keep me around, right?”

  “You want to think? Then think,” Lourdes says.

  So I do. And it doesn’t take long.

  “The blood is still fairly fresh,” I say. “It’s tacky, but not dried out. How long does it take for blood to dry out?”

  “That amount?” Lourdes replies. “A couple days.”

  “That’s what I thought,” I say. “That means this shit went down while we were here.”

  “It may have happened just before we found the barn,” Stuart says. “We pull up, and whoever did this took off. It’s cold, so the blood isn’t going to dry quite as fast.”

  “True,” I say. “But either way, I think people know we are here.”

  “Great,” Lourdes says, then grabs a radio from her belt. “Shots?”

  “Yeah?” a man replies over the radio.

  “Looks like we have more than just Zs in the area,” Lourdes says. “Double the patrols, and tell everyone to keep sharp. They could be watching us right now. Be aware of cover, and stay out of the open.”

  “Will do,” Shots replies.

  “If they wanted to hit us, then they probably would have by now,” I say. “It would have been easier when most of us were still sick.”

  “Or they didn’t want to catch what we had, and are keeping their distance until they know we don’t have the plague or something,” Greta says. “That would be the smart thing to do.”

  “Yeah, I was gonna say that next,” I say. “You just beat me to it.”

  “Right,” Greta says, then turns to the stairs. “I’m going back to the barn.”

  “Not alone,” Lourdes says. “You wait here until we all go back.”

  “Then let’s all go back,” Greta smirks.

  “We’re still scavenging,” Lourdes says. “We aren’t going to waste this opportunity because of a couple of corpses. Let’s keep searching the house, then we’ll head back to the barn and lock it down for the night.”

  “I was gonna suggest that too,” I say.

  “Jesus, Dad,” Greta says. “Pitiful much?”

  “THE SKIN WAS GONE?” Charlie asks. “Like all gone?”

  “Exactly like all gone,” Greta says as we sit, huddled close in one of the corners of the barn.

  I’d love to be sitting in an RV, but they are all lined up outside against the barn doors for security. Lourdes’s people are in each one to make sure our mystery friends don’t try to snag any in the night. Almost makes me wish I was a PC so I could be sitting in a comfy chair instead of on a shitty pile of hay.

  And I’m not kidding, the hay smells shitty. Like old manure. As if I haven’t had to smell enough shit lately. Joy.

  “You think they’re still around?” Stella asks me.

  “Probably,” I say. “I’d stick around if I saw a convoy of RVs come rolling in. Even if I wasn’t a people skinner, I’d still want to know what’s up.”

  “But they are people skinners,” Stella says. “Which means we are being watched by people that skin other people, but don’t take the meat as food. I don’t like how that sounds.”

  “No one like’s how that sounds,” Greta says.

  “How long do we stay?” Charlie asks. “Here in the barn. Are we on lockdown for a while?”

  “No, honey, just for tonight,” Stella replies. “We’ll want to get going in the morning.”

  “Well, that ain’t exactly gonna be easy,” Critter says as he crashes our little family pow-wow. He grabs an old bucket, flips it over, and takes a seat. “Looks like we have a bit of a fuel issue.”

  “How much of an issue?” Stella asks.

  “Enough that we would need to leave half the RVs behind,” Critter says. “Or we could take them all, and only get a few miles down the road.”

  “What happened to all the fuel?” I ask. “I thought we had plenty for a while?”

  “We lost some of the cargo trucks back at camp,” Critter says. “And as far as we can tell, ain’t no diesel on this farm. We’ll need to do some scouting around the other farms close by tomorrow, and see what we can find.”

  “The RVs are multi-fuel, right?” I ask. “Maybe there’s some kerosene
or something else here.”

  “Oh, gee, Short Pork, I didn’t think of that,” Critter says as he smacks his head. “Neither did Lourdes, Stuart, John, or any of the other people that have brains bigger than a fuckin’ walnut.”

  “So no other fuel then?” I glare.

  “No other fuel,” Critter says. “But that ain’t why I come over here, as fun as this little talk of ours has been.”

  “Then why did you come over?” I grumble.

  “Kramer,” Critter says. “He wants to talk to you.”

  “Good for him,” I say. “Then have him come over here and talk with me.”

  “He says it has to be private with just you, me, and Lourdes,” Critter snarls. “Burns my balls to even say that. Like I’m his damned errand boy. The son of a bitch is lucky I didn’t end him right then.”

  “You’d have disappointed a lot of people,” Stella says. “There’s a line for slitting his throat.”

  “Wow,” Greta says. “I have such a sweet, loving family.”

  “Since when?” Charlie laughs.

  “Come on, Short Pork,” Critter says. “Let’s get this over with.”

  “I’m not going anywhere if you insist on calling me Short Pork,” I say.

  “I can come up with a hundred worse names, if you’d like,” Critter sneers. “Feel lucky ya got the name ya got.”

  I point at him, and then shake my finger back and forth as I try to think of a comeback. But I’m too fucking tired, and he’d probably have a better comeback, since he’s Critter.

  “Fucking whatever,” I say as I get up from my fragrant seat of nasty hay and follow him across the barn. I look over my shoulder at my family. “Hopefully, I won’t be too long.”

  “Be sure to call if you’re going to be late,” Stella smiles.

  “Will do, sweet thing,” I smile back.

  “Gross,” Greta says.

  I REALLY JUST WANT to punch Dr. Kramer in the face over and over. The asshole sits there, a grin teasing about his mouth like he has the best secret in the world, but refuses to share it. I swear I’m going to rip that secret from his throat and feed it to him one day.

  Wait, that doesn’t make sense.

  “Thank you for indulging me, Mr. Stanford,” Kramer nods as I sit down.

  “Fuck you,” I say. “Just say what you have to say, and let’s skip the bullshit.”

  “I can assure you that I always skip the bullshit,” Dr. Kramer replies. “Bullshit is inefficient and gets in the way of true discovery and progress.”

  “Again, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, fuck you,” I say.

  “Jace, let the man speak,” Lourdes says.

  “Okey doke,” I reply, and wave my hand at Dr. Kramer. “Your show, Doctor. Pull that curtain, and let’s get this going.”

  “I am concerned at the absence of Ms. Thornberg,” Dr. Kramer says. “While I was not worried before, I am worried now. It seems out of character for her to be gone this long unless she has been mortally wounded.”

  “Great,” I say. “You brought me over here to tell me you think she’s dead or dying out there? Did you think that shit wasn’t running through my head already? And who the fuck are you to say what is out of character for Elsbeth? You don’t even know her.”

  “Get to the goddamn point, asshole,” Critter says.

  “I did,” I say. “I think that was about as to the point as I can get.”

  “I was talking to him, Short Pork,” Critter responds. “Dumbass.”

  “Oh. Well, you call me asshole too, so it’s hard to keep the names straight,” I say.

  “I call everyone asshole,” Critter says. “I’d think you’d have figured out when I’m calling you asshole, and when I’m calling someone else asshole by now with that huge brain of yours, Short Pork.”

  “Gentlemen,” Lourdes sighs. “Can we get through this, please? I’m exhausted and would like to get a couple hours of sleep before I’m on watch.”

  “Sorry,” I say. “Dr. Asshole? You were saying?”

  Dr. Kramer ignores the insult. “While I may not know Ms. Thornberg personally as well as you do, Mr. Stanford, I do know her scientifically better than anyone on the planet. With the possible exception of her mother.”

  “And? So?”

  “So, she has the skills to have easily survived the zombie attack from the other night,” Dr. Kramer responds. “She also has the skills to track us to this farm, so I doubt she’s lost. Which leads me to think, excluding the dead or wounded suggestion from earlier, that she is staying away deliberately.”

  “And why the fuck would she do that?” I ask.

  “That is why you are here,” Dr. Kramer says. “I was hoping you would know.”

  “So am I,” Lourdes says. “Elsbeth is wild, but she is an important asset to this convoy. I am not exactly thrilled with the idea of getting across the plains without her.”

  “Me neither,” I say. “But I have no idea where she is.”

  “The day before the sickness hit, did she mention anything to you at all?” Dr. Kramer asks.

  “You’ve met Elsbeth, she isn’t exactly the most chatty person,” I say. “Sure, she has almost no filter, but that doesn’t mean she shares her every thought. And I wasn’t the last one to talk to her. John was.”

  “How do you know that?” Lourdes asks.

  “Because he told me earlier,” I reply. “Last time he saw her was three nights ago.”

  “Three nights, you say?” Kramer replies, then leans back and looks up into the dark rafters above. “Three nights would give her time to circle back.”

  “Circle back? Why the hell would she do that?” Critter asks.

  “She thinks we’re being followed,” Lourdes says.

  “Followed? Shit,” Critter says. “Who the hell is following us? Some of the cannies from back in Tennessee? Ya think they want revenge?”

  “No, they aren’t after us,” I say. “I’ve asked Flips if that was something to worry about, and he says that the cannies that stayed behind would have no reason to follow us. They’re too busy with Cannibal Road, and working out their new pecking order. They couldn’t care less about the survivor convoy that got away.”

  “Then why is she circling back?” Critter asks. “If that’s what she’s done.”

  “My theory is she is worried her sisters may be closer than we think,” Dr. Kramer responds, still looking up at the rafters. “I believe she is trying to ascertain their location so she can report back to us.”

  “Wouldn’t it make more sense for her to let us in on this idea, and take some of Lourdes’s people with her?” I ask. “Why go it alone?”

  “She can move faster and quieter by herself,” Dr. Kramer says. “Her conditioning and training is vastly superior to any of the soldiers or contractors with us.”

  “Hey!” Lourdes snaps. “Speak for yourself.”

  “I’m speaking for reality, Ms. Torres,” Dr. Kramer says. “I know exactly what skills Ms. Thornberg has, and as professional as you are, you do not even hold a candle to her. I do not mean this as an insult, I am merely stating the facts as they exist.”

  “Fuck you,” Lourdes says.

  “Exactly,” I nod.

  “Blah blah, blibbety-blah,” Critter says. “What the holy hell does any of this mean?”

  “It means that if Ms. Thornberg believes her sisters are close enough that she needs to circle back and find them, then we do not have the luxury of staying here another day,” Dr. Kramer says. “We will need to get on the road ASAP. If those young women find us, I can assure you it will not go well for any of us.”

  “Any of us? Or just you?” I ask.

  “It will not go well for any of us,” Dr. Kramer says. “Especially me. Camille Thornberg has most assuredly co-opted the young women, and activated their full conditioning. That means they are under her orders, and hers alone. I highly doubt she has sent them after us to invite us to tea.”

  “Jesus, what is it with the t
ea gag?” I ask. “Greta pulled that one on me earlier at the farmhouse. We really need to get everyone together and have a sarcasm workshop or something.”

  “Short Pork? Shut up,” Critter says.

  “If that is all true,” Lourdes says, ignoring both me and Critter, “then your only suggestion is we run?”

  “That is the only suggestion I can give,” Dr. Kramer says. “Especially since there is an unknown element in play as well. We should leave right this minute, if we can.”

  “But there is still the chance that Elsbeth is just off doing Elsbeth stuff,” I say. “The Psycho Sisters may still be in Atlanta. I mean, how could El possibly know if they are following us?”

  “She would know,” Dr. Kramer says. “You are well aware that she is special in many ways. So are the other women. They have a connection. It is not something I planned nor is it scientifically explainable, although I would love to dissect them and find out if it can be explained.” He stops and looks at us. “I do not mean vivisect. I was speaking more psychologically than physically.”

  “You fucking better be,” I say. “Not that I’ll let you psychologically dissect El.”

  “I’d like to see him try,” Critter laughs. “That girl will mind fuck you in three seconds, Doctor. Good luck with that.”

  “Leave now?” Lourdes says. “We’ll need to syphon the fuel from half the RVs into the other half. That’s going to take most of the night right there.”

  “Then you should get started,” Dr. Kramer says.

  “Why are we listening to this assfuck again?” I ask.

  “Because if you all die, then I die as well,” Dr. Kramer says. “My wandering in the wild days are long gone. I may have had a chance back in the Appalachians, but out here in this hill country? Or when we get out on the plains? I wouldn’t last through the winter.”

  “Shit,” Lourdes mumbles then stands up. “Listen up people!”

  The pockets of quiet conversations go silent, and people begin waking up those that have already fallen asleep for the night.

  “We have a change of plans!” Lourdes announces. “With some new information, it looks like we won’t have the luxury of staying here another night! As of this moment, we are prepping to leave! Pack your stuff, and get it piled up against that wall there! We need to bug out fast, so we are leaving some of the RVs behind! Things will get cramped, but we can find new vehicles down the road!”