Zombie Games
5
End Zone
By Kristen Middleton
Copyright © 2013 by Kristen Middleton
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Those who’ve encouraged, inspired, and supported me on this journey.
And a special thanks to Carolyn, who must cringe every time I release a new story before she gets a chance to review it.
Prologue
He inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of rot and decay as the zombies stumbled around in the indoor amusement park below. To him, the scent of death meant victory was on the horizon and this brought him great pleasure.
Smiling in approval, he reached for the cigar tucked behind his ear and bit off the end. Lighting it with his fingertip, he wondered how the ally from the east was fairing, not that it truly mattered. The human population had dwindled to such an insignificant number, that it wouldn’t take much to control the remaining survivors.
Just as predicted.
He looked up towards the glass ceiling of the mall. “And you thought that you could outwit Lucifer? Obviously, you underestimated his power.”
Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a thunderous boom that made his teeth vibrate.
He sneered. “Really? That’s all you got?”
Jennifer, his newest follower, cleared her throat. “Excuse me, sir?”
He turned round to find the lovely and easily manipulative young woman standing next to a man dressed in black.
“Good evening,” said the stranger, his blue eyes twinkling. He was in his sixties, with white hair and a kind face that hid the true nature of the soul lurking inside.
Travis puffed his cigar and released a thick stream of smoke. “Well, look what the cat dragged in? I was just wondering if and when you’d show up.”
“It wasn’t an easy journey here, let me tell you.”
“If it were easy, then I’d be concerned.”
The priest hesitated. “You’re not exactly what I expected.”
“Sorry to disappoint. He made me leave my horns at home. True story.”
The priest’s laughter turned into a rattling cough. “Sorry,” he said in a raspy voice as he pulled out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket. “Bronchitis.”
He tapped his cigar, sending ashes to the ground and grunted. “I take it that a celebratory stogie is out of the question?”
“Probably not a good idea, sir.” The priest wiped the spittle from his mouth and then shoved the handkerchief back into his pocket. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, face-to-face. I’ve waited so long… I-”
“Save the handshake,” he interrupted as Father Brambati raised his hand and took a step towards him.
The priest froze. “Of course.”
Travis nodded towards Jennifer. “Leave us.”
She lowered her eyes and walked away while the priest turned and watched her hips move in a way that would shock his church congregation.
Travis chuckled. “Ah… the sins of the flesh.”
The priest licked his lips. “She’s a lovely young woman.”
“Be honest, she’s not really your type, however, is she? A little too… womanly?”
Father Brambati’s face turned red.
“Hell, I’m not judging you.” He smiled darkly. “We’ve always admired your insidious ways, Father. Anyway, all of that aside, I have some excellent news.”
The priest leaned forward in expectation.
“We’ve located the child.”
Father Brambati’s bushy white eyebrows shot up. “Is that true? Are you certain?”
“The signs that Lucifer mentioned pointed to the small group of survivors from this part of the world. When I finally located these people, she was among them.”
He tilted his head. “She?”
“Yes, the infant is a girl. It just goes to show that the man above tried to pull one over on us but,” he smirked. “failed.”
Father Brambati frowned. “Well, I hope that you’re right and this really is the one we’ve been searching for. It will certainly save us a lot of time.”
“We’ll know soon enough,” he replied, his eyes turning the color of molten lava. “If that little shit really is the second coming.”
Chapter One
Atlanta
Belinda parked the car across the street from the C.D.C. and shut off the lights. She looked over at the sleeping boy next to her and his furry companion, the young pup who never left Bobby’s side.
Closing her eyes, she sighed, yearning for a cigarette. It had been thirty-six hours since she’d smoked her last one and was now completely and totally out. It was making her edgy and more than a little frustrated. A zombie apocalypse was never a good time to stop smoking. If anything, it was a reason to start.
Bobby’s eyelids fluttered open. He sat up and looked around.
“The prince has risen,” she said, ruffling his dark brown hair.
“Are we there, Linny?” he asked, stretching his short little arms.
She wrapped her own arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him in closer. He smelled of baby shampoo and the cherry sucker she’d given him earlier. “Yes, honey.”
He hugged her back and closed his eyes. “Good.”
For the past few days, he’d insisted that she drive him to this place, never letting up. Originally, she’d said ‘no’, shocked that he’d even been aware of the C.D.C. But he’d thrown a few fits, which she wasn’t like him. In fact, Bobby was normally so mild mannered and sweet, that she hadn’t been prepared to deal with such tantrums. Grown men with tattoos and beer bellies- yes, but not a small boy with Down’s syndrome, one who’d wrapped her around his finger already. In the end, because he’d been so adamant and Belinda hated to see him so upset, she’d caved in.
“I love you, Linny,” he whispered.
A wave of emotions made her eyes burn. She blinked back tears, not wanting him to see them. “I love you too, Bobby.”
He smiled up at her and her heart swelled.
“Oh Bobby,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “How did you get to be so damn cute?”
His face grew serious. “I don’t know.”
She chuckled at his innocence, loving him even more for it. In just a short period, she’d grown so attached to Bobby, loving the child like he was her own. In fact, the truth was, although they were in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, she’d never felt more alive. Caring for him had opened up a part of her life that she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.
Motherhood.
Now, she wasn’t about to give it up for anything. As far as she was concerned, Bobby was now her responsibility until Bryce returned.
She touched the boy’s cool cheek. “Bobby, do you know why we’re here?”
He looked up at her, his large almond-shaped blue eyes unusually serious. “Yes.”
“Well, would you mind sharing it wit
h Linny?”
Bobby nodded solemnly. “Friends.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh?”
“Yes.”
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed three zombies stumbling down the block, towards the Cadillac and grew tense. She quickly locked the doors and then grabbed her gun from the glove compartment. Although Atlanta was still riddled with zombies, she’d never get used to their constant presence.
“It’s okay,” said the boy, smiling up at her reassuringly. “They won’t hurt you.”
“Right,” she said, expecting the zombies to surround her car, drooling and moaning like they usually did. Instead, this time, the creatures ignored the car and walked aimlessly by as she held her breath. Belinda released a ragged breath and slid the gun under her seat.
Goldie, who’d been sleeping in the backseat, raised her head. She turned and growled towards the back window at the retreating forms.
“Yeah, you tell them,” said Belinda, reaching back to pet her fur.
“Tell them what?” asked Bobby.
Belinda grinned. “Nothing, honey. I’m just trying to be silly.”
He giggled. “Yes, because Goldie can’t talk.”
“Well, not like us.” Belinda looked at her watch and frowned. It was almost six-thirty in the morning, and the sun had not yet even begun to rise. It was very odd. She turned to Bobby. “Wow, I can’t believe that I let you talk me into coming out here this early in the morning,” she said. “And without my morning coffee.”
His smile fell. “I’m sorry.”
“Why you ought to be,” she teased, tickling him.
Fortunately, the generators were running in the hotel at a bare minimum, and she was able to still have her coffee in the morning. That, along with the other small luxuries she’d enjoyed at the hotel, like warm meals and hot baths were a privilege. She knew they weren’t going to last if things didn’t change soon. The government, whatever was left of it, hadn’t been able to contain the virus or the zombies as of yet, Professor Schultzenheimer wasn’t having any luck coming up with a cure for the and from what she understood, the generators ran on fuel and that had to be getting scarce. Luckily, the night before, some of the other survivors had been able to confiscate a fuel rig that had been abandoned just outside of town and bring it to the hotel. When that ran out, however, she wasn’t sure what would happen. She could only hope that Bryce, Henry, and the others returned soon.
Henry.
Admittedly, she had a soft spot for that old fart as well. He was a little past his prime, but he certainly had charm. And his stories, she could sit and listen to him talk about his days in the rodeo for hours. She hoped he made it back in one piece as well. She’d grown very fond of him.
“There,” pointed Bobby.
Belinda sat up straighter and stared at the tall headlights creeping towards them. Her eyes narrowed. “Now, who is that?”
“Friends,” said Bobby, with a wide smile.
Friends?
No, this had been a bad idea, she thought to herself as she reached under the seat and grabbed the revolver. What in the hell was I thinking, coming out here with the boy and the dog?
“It’s okay,” said Bobby as a black Sierra, with a large grill-guard in the front, pulled up to the curb on the opposite side of the road.
“I guess they haven’t noticed us yet,” said Belinda, watching the truck nervously. She pointed to the seat. “Why don’t you get down, Bobby.”
But Bobby had other ideas.
Before she could react, he threw open the door, jumped out, and ran over to the pickup.
“Bobby!” hollered Belinda, opening her door quickly and scrambling out.
Goldie, barking excitedly, leaped out and chased after the six-year-old.
She caught up to the boy and the dog just as the door opened up on the passenger side of the truck.
“Do you need help?” asked the middle-aged woman as she climbed out of the truck and scanned the streets nervously.
Belinda smiled at the stranger, who thankfully, looked about as threatening as Goldie. “No, we’re fine.”
The driver of the truck, a man with glasses and dark hair, leaned over and smiled grimly. “I take it the C.D.C. is closed for renovation?”
Chuckling, Belinda glanced at the building and nodded. “We wish. No, as you can see it’s been abandoned. Either the employees turned into zombies, or just plain took off.” She decided not to mention the professor, just in case these people weren’t as friendly as they appeared. Besides, the military was probably still looking for him, and from what she knew, he didn’t want to be found.
Goldie jumped onto the woman’s knees and began licking her hands.
“What a sweet puppy,” she said, bending down to pet and hug the dog. Smiling, she turned and looked at Bobby. “Is she yours?”
“No. I’m watching her for someone else,” he replied, gazing at the woman in fascination. “You miss yours, don’t you?”
“Uh, you could say that,” replied the woman, smiling sadly.
Goldie, her tongue hanging out, decided she wanted more attention and leaped into the truck.
The man laughed and started petting her. “Never thought I’d get to see another dog,” he said as she licked his face. “Doesn’t she look like Maggie, Rene?”
Tears filled the woman’s eyes. “Yes… she kind of does.” She turned to Belinda. “Maggie was our last Golden.” Her voice grew thick. “She passed away last year, before any of this happened, thank goodness.”
Belinda smiled and pulled Bobby closer. “I reckon so. Where you from?”
“We’re from Minnesota,” replied the woman, brushing at her tears. “We came out here to find our family.”
Belinda’s eyes widened. “Oh really?”
“Yes. I just hope we can find them,” she glanced towards the C.D.C. “It’s not looking very good right now. We thought for sure they’d be all over this thing. But, obviously, nobody has a handle on anything.”
“It looks that way. I’m Belinda, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand.
Before the woman could take it, Bobby introduced himself. “I’m Bobby De Luca,” he said proudly, extending his hand like his brother had been teaching him.
The woman smiled and shook it. “Hi Bobby, I’m Irene Wild and that’s my husband Steve.”
“See,” said Bobby, turning around to look up into Belinda’s eyes. “Friends.”
“Well I’ll be damned,” whispered Belinda.
***
“They went back?” repeated Irene, wiping fresh tears. Belinda had brought them back to the hotel, to try and find a way to soften the blow. Unfortunately, there had been no easier way to tell them that their granddaughters were on the road.
Belinda nodded, hating to bring them more bad news. It was horrible enough that she’d had to inform them that Dave and Kris had died, but now to find out that their grandkids were somewhere between Atlanta and Minnesota, it made everything that much worse. “Yeah, a couple of days ago. Hopefully they’ll be back soon, but it’s hard to say. It’s not like we have a way to reach any of them.”
“Oh, I just can’t believe they did that,” sighed Irene. “With so much danger on the roads.”
Grief-stricken, Steve sat down on a club chair, the news of Dave and Kris’s death still sinking in. “I just can’t believe it,” he replied, his voice husky. “Dave left me a message a few days ago, saying that they’d made it out here. Now you’re saying that they were murdered, and not even by the damn zombies?”
Belinda swallowed. “Um, yes. That’s right. The ones who did it were part of the mob,” she said, leaving out the fact that she’d been related to one of them. “But, Dave and Kris, they saved a lot of people. You should be very proud of them.”
“We always have been,” sighed Irene, stepping over to her husband. She grabbed his hand. “Haven’t we?”
He nodded tearfully.
Belinda raised her index finger. “I’m sure you’re
aware that Allie beat the virus after getting bitten, but your other granddaughter did as well. Cassie was sick for a couple of days, but she also pulled through.”
“He never mentioned anything about Cassie,” said Irene, looking relieved. “They both pulled through and there were no complications?”
Belinda nodded. “Yes. They were very lucky girls.”
“Or maybe it’s something else,” said Steve. “Some kind of immunity to the infection.”
“You know… that that might also explain how Victoria survived getting bitten, too, Steve,” said Irene, turning to him. “Maybe our family has some kind of immunity?”
“Maybe all of the remaining survivors have some kind of built-in immunity,” he said.
“Or they just didn’t get the vaccine,” she answered.
“Who is Victoria?” asked Belinda.
“Our other granddaughter. She’s in Texas right now, staying at zombie fallout shelter with some friends. We were going to check on her next. Tell her the news about her parents.”
Belinda frowned. “Where they killed?”
Irene sighed. “We believe so. They’d been on a cruise with Judy, Steve’s ex-wife, and… well, we haven’t heard from either of them.”
“What a nightmare, huh?” said Belinda.
“Much worse than a nightmare,” replied Steve. “You can’t wake up from this.”
Irene rubbed her forehead. “I just can’t believe the girls took off like that. When we heard that everyone had made it here, we just assumed that Allie and Cassie were safe.”
“Nobody is safe,” said Belinda, glancing at Bobby. “Not here. Not anywhere.”
“I know,” she replied. “And that’s why I’m so scared.”
He patted her on the back. “Rene, it’s okay. We’ll find them.”
She looked up at him. “I hope so. We can’t lose anyone else.”
“We won’t,” he said, his voice cracking.
As Belinda stared at them, she couldn’t help but feel slightly responsible for the turn of events her dysfunctional family had created. All her life she’d had to put up with their crazy, violent ways, and she’d longed for the kind of relationship that these people had. Now, ironically, it was her family that had ruined theirs. She reached over and placed a hand on Irene’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
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