DEAD AMERICA: THE SECOND WEEK
BOOK 5
HEARTLAND - PT. 3
BY DEREK SLATON
© 2019
CHAPTER ONE
Day Zero +11
The landscape was vacant beneath the midday sun, the Missouri River flowing along the east side of the chugging train into a large reservoir.
Bill focused hard on the tracks, plugging at a brisk pace but keeping a keen eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Even in the middle of nowhere they had to stay vigilant; something could pop up at any moment.
“Can somebody explain to me why we’re trying to get up to Seattle instead of just settling down here?” Private Johnson asked from the window, waving a hand at the beautiful scenery. “Look at this, ain’t nothin’ for days.”
Sergeant Kersey didn’t look up from the map he was holding. “Because the U.S. military is a thirsty beast that requires all manner of resources, most notably oil,” he explained flatly. “And not only are the Canadian oil fields within reach, but Washington state has the fifth highest refinery capacity of any state in the union.”
“Interesting,” Johnson replied, stroking his chin, “but how in the hell did you know that random-ass factoid?”
Kersey shrugged, still staring at the map. “Because General Stephens told me that when I suggested the exact same thing you just did.”
“Great minds, huh?” Johnson chuckled.
The Sergeant shrugged. “Yeah, something like that.”
The soldiers pitched forward as Bill hit the brakes on the train.
“Goddammit!” Johnson cried as he fell down onto one knee. “What is it now?”
Bill motioned out the window. “Pickup truck on the tracks,” he replied.
Kersey folded up his map and they surveyed the cluster of houses on the west side of the tracks. To the east were three nondescript buildings.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Johnson threw his hands up. “There’s like twenty people in this fucking town. How does a truck end up on the tracks?”
Bill shrugged. “Not sure, but we still gotta take care of it.”
“Probably for the best,” Kersey replied. “We’re getting really close to Helena. Might do us a bit of good to regroup before hitting that.”
The engineer nodded. “Probably a good call, as it’s the fifth largest city in the state.”
“What, did General Stephens tell you that one, too?” Johnson groaned as he brushed himself off.
Bill smirked. “Nope, I just paid attention in college.”
Kersey barked a laugh as the train came to a full screeching stop. The three men clambered down from the engine car, and the first box car opened, revealing the rest of their team.
Private Kowalski jumped down first, rubbing his squinting eyes in the bright sun. “Damn Bill, any chance you can get a slow rolling stop next time?” he moaned. “I was firmly in dreamland, then the next thing I know Baker and Mason were laying on top of me.”
“Sorry about that,” Bill replied, hooking his thumbs into his belt loops. “I figured we were fine out here in the middle of nowhere, but it appears as though I was mistaken.”
“How big’s the job?” Private Baker asked as he stretched his arms above his head.
Kersey motioned to the front of the train. “Single pickup truck on the tracks.”
“Ah, well, I’m going back to bed then,” Baker replied.
The Sergeant shook his head. “You might as well stay up. We’re getting close to Helena and need a game plan.”
“Fifth largest city in the state!” Johnson declared proudly.
Private Mason raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Good… good to know there, Johnson.”
Bill chuckled and shook his head at Johnson’s wide grin, enjoying the look of glee on the Private’s face at looking smart in front of his comrades. He patted him on the shoulder as they began to walk towards the truck.
“Mason, Johnson, make sure that truck is clear,” Kersey instructed.
The soldiers raised their weapons, keeping guard even in such a tiny town. They did a quick sweep around the vehicle, but found nothing suspicious.
“We’re good,” Johnson said, and reached in to pop the gear shift into neutral.
It didn’t take much effort for them to push the truck up over the tracks, and it rolled easily into the grass off to the side.
“So, what’s next?” Mason asked.
Kersey lowered his gun. “We need to talk about Helena.”
Corporal Bretz cleared his throat, rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes. “Sergeant, if I might make a suggestion first.”
“What is it?” Kersey asked, turning to him.
Bretz pointed to one of the three buildings across the street, boasting B-A-R in big block letters. “I think we should stock up on some, ahem, vital supplies before discussing our next impossible task.”
The Sergeant grinned. “Two drink maximum, boys. We’ll get the rest to go.”
The soldiers whooped as they headed across the street in a pack, guns at the ready to breach the door to the happiest building in town. Kowalski and Bretz took up position on either side, the former giving a nod before turning the handle and throwing it open.
The Corporal rushed in first, swinging his gun around the dim space. It looked to be in fairly good condition despite the apocalypse, and only a single figure moaned and jerked behind the bar.
Bretz pulled out his flashlight and shone it in the direction of the undead bartender, who was missing the bottom of his jaw, tongue dangling down its neck.
“Clear the back rooms,” the Corporal instructed. “I’ll handle this guy.”
Kowalski nodded. “On it.” He jogged off as Bretz casually approached the bar.
He sat down on a stool, peering behind into the small space. The zombie staggered over, gargling all the way, and the Corporal pulled out his knife, stabbing into the creature’s forehead without even standing up.
“That’s the problem with these small town bars,” Bretz said, shaking his head. “It’s almost impossible to find quality help.”
“We’re clear back there,” Kowalski announced as he came back in from the rear room.
Kersey led the rest of the soldiers inside. “Baker, Mason, see what you can do about getting us some light in here. Johnson, why don’t you set us up something to drink?”
“Coming right up, sir,” Johnson replied with a grin, and hopped over the bar. He kicked aside the corpse and got to work, setting up a line of glasses and pouring a double-shot of whiskey for each of his comrades. He held up his own glass, prompting everyone to do the same. “To the best damn group of rail riders I’ve ever known,” he declared.
There was a smattering of hell yeah’s and damn straight’s, and Bill let out a laugh.
“Well, you guys haven’t gotten me killed yet,” he said, “so yeah, y’all are the best in my book as well.”
Everyone clinked their glasses together and took sips of their drinks, relishing in the delightful burn of the alcohol so long denied them.
“Bill, can you join Bretz and I over here?” Kersey asked, waving him to a table in the center of the room. “We could use your expertise.”
“Sure thing,” the engineer replied, leaving the others to cheers a second time.
“Remember, two drink maximum,” the Sergeant said firmly, pointing at the Privates. “I don’t want to end up getting shot because one of y’all is drunk shooting.”
“I’ll keep ‘em in line, Sarge,” Kowalski said with a wink.
Kersey shook his he
ad with a chuckle. “I’m sure you will.” He turned to the table and sat down next to Bretz, who laid out a road map of the area.
“Bill, what do you know about the tracks in Helena?” the Corporal asked as he drew his finger along the rail line.
“There’s a small yard there, I think maybe five, six tracks worth,” Bill replied, leaning forward on his elbows to look at the map. “With any luck, it’ll be empty and we can just roll right through.”
“And if it’s not?” Kersey asked.
The engineer clasped his hands together and took a deep breath. “We may want to consider abandoning this train and finding something at the other end of the yard.”
“Kind of defeats the purpose of clearing a path, doesn’t it?” Bretz raised an eyebrow.
The Sergeant puffed out his cheeks and then cocked his head. “Well, there’s seven of us, including Bill, and I doubt we have more than a hundred rounds left between us. We haven’t been through any town this big yet, and it’s not going to take much for us to get overwhelmed.”
“I’m not sure the General is going to be particularly happy with it,” Bretz replied, and then shook his head, raising his glass. “But fuck it, he isn’t here.”
Kersey laughed. “Cheers to that.”
CHAPTER TWO
Bill slowed significantly about two miles from the city. He and the soldiers were on high alert, ready to stop at a moment’s notice. Mason and Baker stood on the outer railing while the rest of the team were packed inside the engine car.
“What in the holy hell?” Johnson breathed as they came around the bend towards the city.
There were piles and piles of dead bodies on either side of the tracks. Bill eased the train to a stop.
“Didn’t expect to see this,” Bretz said, taking in the walls of rotted flesh. “Sarge, what do you think?”
“It’s like someone is making a mass grave,” Kersey replied, motioning to the excavation equipment off to one side.
Johnson blinked a few times. “There’s gotta be what, a few thousand bodies there?”
“Easily,” Bill replied, and stifled a gag as the scent permeated the cabin. “Judging by the smell, I’d peg it even higher than that.”
Kersey clenched his jaw. “Let’s keep moving. We need to see what’s going on in Helena.”
The engineer nodded and eased the throttle forward, inching them forward into the city. As the skyline came into view, the soldiers leaned forward in confusion.
“Sarge, are those lights?” Bretz asked, eyes widening.
Kersey pulled out his binoculars, stepping right against the window to peer at one of the buildings several hundred yards ahead. Even in the late afternoon sun it was clear there were floodlights on.
“Unless I’m going blind,” he replied, “those are indeed lights.”
Bill slowed to a gentle stop again, staying short of a makeshift barricade blocking the tracks. Somebody had put up a fence, and it extended on either side of the tracks in either direction. A trio of pickup trucks approached up the railroad, and Kersey stepped out of the cab to join Baker and Mason on the front, weapons at the ready.
“Lower your guns,” the Sergeant said, “but keep them ready. Given that pile of bodies we just passed, whoever is in charge of this town has some firepower. Might be a good idea to get on their good side.”
The trucks stopped on the other side of the fence, in a V formation, and a short fit white man with black hair jumped out of the front vehicle. He strolled up to the barricade, as casual as if it were a normal summer day.
“Well howdy,” he greeted, hooking his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. “If I had to venture a guess, I’d say y’all aren’t from around these parts.”
Kersey chuckled. “What gave us away?”
“Not to insult yer sneaking ability, but riding into town on a big ole train is a dead giveaway,” the man replied with a toothy grin. “Plus, as much as I hate to admit it, tourism has been a bit down the last few weeks. In fact, nobody has come through here in quite some time. So anybody new is gonna be raisin’ my suspicion.”
The Sergeant spread his palms slowly. “Well, if you’ll have us, I have a few boys here who could use some quality R and R.”
“Definitely a possibility,” the man said, and cocked his head. “But first, why don’t you tell me who y’all are and what y’all are doin’ here.”
“My name is Sergeant Kersey, U.S. Military,” Kersey explained. “I have a team of five plus my civilian train engineer and we are clearing a path to the Northwest so the bulk of our men in the Midwest can make their way up there.”
The man raised his chin thoughtfully, shifting his weight to one hip. “The Northwest, huh? Something big going down?”
“That’s the current rumor,” the Sergeant replied, with what he hoped looked like a noncommittal shrug.
“All right, good enough for me,” the man replied, and gave a thumbs-up to the trucks behind him. “Why don’t you boys lock up your train and your rifles and I’ll take you to meet Mayor Hogan.”
Kersey took a deep breath. “You don’t honestly expect us to go with you unarmed, do you?”
“Not at all,” the man said with a shake of his head. “Sidearms are just fine. In these difficult times, we are trying our best to live in town the way it was before all this. And frankly, having a group of army men walking around with assault rifles isn’t the best way to be achievin’ that.”
The Sergeant nodded. “Fair enough. We’ll be right down.” He stepped back into the cab, followed by the Privates outside. “Leave the rifles in the cab, sidearms only.”
“That’s leaving us awfully light,” Bretz replied, pursing his lips.
Kersey shrugged. “Not like we really have the ammo for them anyway.”
“This is true,” the Corporal agreed bitterly, and unslung the large gun from his shoulder.
“All right, everybody on their best behavior,” Kersey said firmly, looking each man in the eye in turn. “Bill, no matter what happens, you’re with me. Always. We clear?”
Bill nodded. “Yep.”
“Okay,” the Sergeant said, letting out a deep whoosh of breath. “Let’s go check out the mysteries of Helena.”
CHAPTER THREE
Kersey and Kowalski rode in the backseat of the main man’s truck, Bill nestled comfortably between them. The dark haired man—whose name had turned out to be Seth—drove across the outskirts of town and then onto the road and into the heart of it, his companion in the passenger’s seat stoic all the way.
The soldiers gawked at the stores along the street fully lit up with power, the town almost looking normal.
Kowalski did a double take at the sight of a man at the grocery store helping an older lady load up paper bags into her car. “I have so many questions,” he blurted.
“In due time, sir,” Seth replied with a chuckle. “Mayor Hogan will gladly answer all of yer questions.”
“But I’m just… how?” Kowalski stammered. “It doesn’t look like anything has even happened here. It’s like the apocalypse jumped overtop of you.”
Seth took a deep breath. “As I’m sure you noticed when you rolled in, the apocalypse most certainly did not skip us over.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.” Kowalski’s face drained of all color. “I’m truly sorry for saying that. I really didn’t think before I spoke.”
“It’s alright,” their host replied. “I know you didn’t mean any harm. And I can only imagine what y’all have seen out there. We only got a brief glimpse of it before the TV went dark. I can see how our town is a bit of a shock to you.”
Bill let out a low whistle between his teeth. “That’s an understatement.”
“Look, I know that Mayor Hogan is going to explain everything to us.” Kowalski leaned forward, eyes wide. “But I just gotta know. How in the world do you have power?”
Seth nodded in defeat as they turned a corner. “Since I’m the one who headed up the project, I can answer that one,”
he said. “The Canyon Ferry Dam is just up the way on the Missouri River, and is a prime source of hydroelectricity. Once we got the town secure, I led a team up there and we were able to get everything stabilized and running smoothly. We have to ration the power a bit since it’s not at full capacity, but based on your reaction to it, I’m going to assume we’re doing better than most other places.”
Kersey shook his head slowly. “This town is certainly a marvel. You should be very proud.”
“We are, sir,” Seth replied firmly. “We are.”
The trio of trucks pulled up to an old courthouse. It was two stories and built of stone, easily a heritage building in the city.
“Come on,” Seth said as he put the vehicle in park, “I’ll take you to Mayor Hogan.”
It was quick for Kersey’s team to mobilize, following Seth inside, as they all were burning with questions about this interesting town.
Their dark-haired host led the way across the marble floors of the courthouse. People scurried about here and there, and it was surreal to see such a flurry of normal-looking activity underneath the tungsten glow of lightbulbs.
“Oh, Seth, you’re looking good today,” a little old lady said as she approached the group. “You and your wife need to come by so I can cook you a proper dinner.”
He grinned fondly at her. “We would be honored, Miss Lindsey.”
“Oh, that’s so good to hear!” she exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “And your new friends are invited too. Been a good while since I’ve had a mess of hungry boys to cook for!”
The soldiers smiled at her enthusiasm and waved to her with a chorus of ma’am’s as she wandered past.
“She seems nice,” Johnson said as they continued their walk. “Reminds me of my memaw.”
Seth chuckled. “She cooks a mean meat loaf, too.”
“Sarge, just to let you know,” Johnson declared,” I may go AWOL if we’re not here for that.”
Kersey laughed. “You and me both.”
They headed up a flight of stairs to the second floor offices, and Seth opened the door to a large conference room. There was a massive oval table, and on the far end an oak desk where a middle-aged man stood up from his chair.
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