This is the End 3: The Post-Apocalyptic Box Set (8 Book Collection)

by J. Thorn

  “Yeah, you prepare for the shit to hit the fan, knowing it may never happen, and then it does.” Ted smiled. “Funny, I had placed my bets on an economic collapse.”

  “I used to think people like you were crazy,” Robinson said.

  “You’re not the only one. You don’t want to know how much all this cost me. Had the shit never hit the fan, I would have been crazy. And maybe just a little stupid. But right now, I’d rather be me than a lot of people out there.”

  “Especially the infected,” I said. “But just out of curiosity, how much did all this stuff cost?”

  “Tens of thousands of dollars, easy,” Ted replied without hesitation, like he’d answered the question a million times. “And that’s not even including the guns. Or the ammo, which might be the most costly part. Of course, I built this collection over many years, but it was still a hefty insurance policy. I wish I could say I’m glad it paid off … but no … I’d trade all this to have things back the way they were … have my store back.”

  “So where do you keep the guns?” Robinson asked.

  “Oh, they’re in here,” Ted said, unlocking a large metal safe next to the door. The safe was easily seven or eight feet tall and twelve feet wide.

  He had everything. All types and variants. Old and new. Anything that was legal, anyway. Hunting rifles. Tactical rifles. Revolvers. Semi-automatic shotguns. Everything. On shelves below the hanging guns were stores of ammunition. Boxes and boxes and more boxes.

  Robinson looked pleased, but not shocked. As a police officer, he had no doubt seen, perhaps even handled, many of these weapons at one time or another. He took a few of the rifles off the rack and looked them over.

  “What do you think you can spare?” he asked. “Not just guns, I mean. But anything.”

  “Well, let’s see.” Ted stepped away and examined his supplies. For a moment, he looked lost in thought, and then he turned and said, “I got a better idea.”

  Robinson carefully set an AK-47 back down on the rack. “What’s that?”

  Ted briefly hesitated, and then said, “What if I come with you?”

  “Come with me,” Robinson repeated. “Why would you do that?”

  “Well, you said you’re going to New Orleans to look for your boy, right? I could help you get there, and then continue on into Texas. Who knows … maybe I could find some of my family.”

  Robinson sighed. “That’s a great offer, but what about everyone else? I mean … not to put extra weight on your shoulders … but I was kind of counting on you to help them.”

  “You pawning us off?” I said.

  “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just concerned about you all.”

  “Not enough to stay.”

  My mission was to spread the guilt on reeeeaaaal thick.

  I thought I was doing pretty well.

  Ted leaned against a box filled with rubber tubing and said, “What if the rest of them come too?”

  “Too dangerous.”

  “It’s dangerous here,” Ted replied.

  “Shouldn’t that be our choice anyway,” I said. “I may have no good reason to go to New Orleans, but I’ve got no good reason to stay in this shit town either.”

  “Don’t forget there’s a baby to think about,” Robinson said. “Gonna be hard to take care of her on the road.”

  “That’s a good point,” Ted said. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

  “We can manage,” I said. “Find what we need along the way. You told me not to worry. I’d say the same to you.”

  “You could die,” Robinson said, looking directly at me. “You and everyone else inside.”

  I shrugged. “We’re all gonna die sometime. No use worrying about it. And to tell you the truth, I’m curious where all these people are going. They’re obviously migrating somewhere west. Maybe we can figure out what the hell is going on.”

  “I wouldn’t set your expectations too high, Jimmy,” Robinson said. “What you’re asking is likely beyond what we’re capable of achieving.”

  “True. But you never know. Maybe we’ll stumble upon something.”

  Robinson didn’t look convinced.

  “How ‘bout this,” Ted said. “We ask the group. We put it to a vote. We see how many want to stay and how many want to go.”

  “And then?” Robinson asked.

  “Heck if I know,” Ted said. “I just think everyone should have a say in controlling their own destiny.”

  Right on, freckle face!

  I couldn’t have said it better myself.

  Ten minutes later, it was settled. We were all going. Not surprisingly, Aamod was the one with the most reservations, but once he realized it would just be Naima and him left staying, he quickly came on board.

  There was only one matter left to settle, and he was still out by Luna’s grave, unaware of the plans we had made.

  Diego.

  “What are we gonna do about him?” I asked.

  Robinson stared out at Diego across the open field, sitting Indian style next to the cross Ted had slapped together. “Tough call.”

  “Is it? I think he should go. Or, I should say, I think we should go without him.”

  “I agree,” Peaches said. “If what you said is true, I don’t know if we can trust him to keep it together.”

  “He’s a liability,” I added.

  Robinson nodded and looked back at the others standing behind us, many of whom still had no idea what Diego had done. “Fine. Let’s go.”

  The three of us walked across the field in silence toward Diego. He didn’t look up from Luna’s grave until we were right upon him.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey,” Robinson said back. “How ya doing?”

  “How do you think I’m doing?”

  By the sound of his tone, not too good.

  “Well, I hate to interrupt you. But we need to talk.”

  “Talk about what?”

  Robinson took a deep breath. “We’re leaving.”

  “Why? Where are we going?”

  “It’s not important.”

  “You aren’t gonna tell me where we’re going?”

  “No, because you’re not going with us.”

  Diego frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean we’re leaving you behind. Some people in the group think you can’t be trusted.”

  Diego stood up and brushed the dirt and weeds off his pants. “Who? Why?”

  “Why do you think?” Robinson took another deep breath. This clearly wasn’t easy for him. “You killed that boy, Diego. You went … crazy. And I understand you just lost someone you loved … I get it … but try to see it from our perspective.”

  “No,” Diego said, shaking his head. “This is bullshit. I made a mistake. And now you’re just gonna leave me behind.”

  “You didn’t just make a mistake,” Peaches said. “You killed someone. Someone like us.”

  “What do you know? You weren’t even there.”

  “Diego,” Robinson said slowly. “We don’t kill people we don’t have to. It’s one thing if it’s in self-defense, but what you did … there is no defense for that.”

  Diego looked down at Luna’s grave, started breathing heavily, and then looked back up at Robinson. “Fuck you, man,” he finally said, anger in his voice. “This is all your goddamn fault.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me!”

  “What’s my fault?”

  “This!” Diego yelled, pointing down at Luna’s grave. “She’s dead because of you! My child is dead because of you!”

  “That’s not fair,” I said.

  “Of course it’s not fair, but it’s the truth. If he hadn’t fucking hit me with his car, I wouldn’t even be here right now. And she’d still be alive.”

  Robinson lowered his head.

  Diego was much better than me at laying on the guilt.

  It was also completely uncalled for, and hurtful.

  “Diego, stop,”
I said. “If anything it’s my fault. If you’re gonna blame anyone, then blame me. I was the one that wrecked the car. I was the one that put us in that situation.”

  “At least you tried to avoid that guy in the road,” Diego replied. “Can’t say the same for him.”

  “Jesus, would you stop already,” I said, raising my voice.

  “If I hadn’t had this fucking bad leg, maybe I could have saved her.” Again he looked down at Luna’s grave, still breathing heavy, crying. “I could have saved you, baby.”

  And with that, Robinson lifted his head and walked away.

  Peaches gave me a glance I couldn’t quite figure out the meaning of, and then followed Robinson back to the porch.

  “You shouldn’t have done that,” I said. “He’s been trying to make amends for hitting you. And you treat him that way?”

  “I forgave him. I really did. Why can’t you guys forgive me?”

  “It’s different.”

  “Whatever. Just leave me alone then. That’s what you want, after all.”

  I met back up with Peaches on the back porch.

  “Where’d he go?” I asked.

  “Out front,” Peaches said. “Said he needed a moment to think.”

  I began to walk away.

  “Alone, Jimmy.”

  I ignored her and marched through the house and out the front door to the driveway, where Robinson was sitting on the hood of his car.

  “You all right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Forget him,” I said. “Soon enough we’ll be gone.”

  “I think maybe he should come with us.”

  “What? Are you serious? Didn’t you just hear that tirade he went on? The guy isn’t right.”

  “Sure. But we shouldn’t leave him.”

  I sighed, extra-loudly so Robinson could hear my indignation. “You’re not feeling guilty, are you? It wasn’t your fault.”

  “I do feel guilty. But not for that. I feel guilty for wanting to leave him behind.”

  “Then get over it.”

  “If we leave him, he’s a goner, Jimmy. He’ll never make it by himself, not in the state of mind he’s in.”

  “We can’t do anything about that.”

  “We can take him along. Try and help him.”

  “I think that’s a mistake.”

  “It might be. But a smart kid once told me we all deserved a second chance. Well, I think he was right. I think we do deserve a second chance. All of us, including Diego.” He got down from the hood of the car. “The kid that told me that was you, Jimmy.”

  I had no response.

  He won.

  Chapter 38

  Later that night we sat under the cover of darkness, surrounded by trees, huddling around a small fire Ted had built with his own two hands. We were maybe fifteen miles west of town, just off Highway 528.

  We’d had to abandon the highway because it had become far too congested, and not with vehicles (though that was always a problem on the major roads), but with people. With infected people.

  No matter what other insanity was going on in their brains, they knew to stick to the roads. They had figured out that these giant slabs of concrete were the best and easiest way to travel. Not that I believed they were following the road signs or anything. No, I think they had an unnatural sense of direction, like an invisible guide the rest of us couldn’t see, telling them which way it wanted them to go. And for now at least, it wanted them to go west. Somewhere west. And our crazy little group would follow them. To do that, we’d need to stay alive, and that meant keeping out of sight as much as possible.

  So we’d left the cars on the highway and sneaked off into the woods, only taking with us the bare minimum of supplies. Three tents. Sleeping bags. Some weapons. Water. MREs. A few flashlights. And fuel to get the fire going. There in the woods we’d set up camp, and would stay for the remainder of the night. Until the sun came up.

  We had agreed to sleep in shifts. Two people would be awake at all times, patrolling the campsite, keeping watch. The first shift would begin once enough of us got tired. I was third shift, with Diego. I had asked for it, so I could keep an eye on him. I still wasn’t sure that letting him come with us was the right decision.

  But now it was time to eat. I was starving.

  Ted boiled water in a small pot over the fire to make rice. When the rice finished cooking, he portioned it out onto small paper plates. Split between eight humans and one dog, it was hardly anything, certainly not enough to satisfy the monster growling in my belly. Bad enough it was just plain white rice. I inhaled it in two seconds and then waited for Ted to get out the MREs.

  “How bad is this going to taste?” Bowser asked.

  Ted unzipped a backpack, shined a flashlight inside. “Depends what you get.”

  “What is there to choose from?” Naima asked.

  “I would also like to know.” I leaned over, tried to get a peek inside the backpack. Ted yanked it away. “Hey, what’s the big deal?”

  “Got a variety of stuff in here,” Ted said. “Chicken with rice. Chili mac. Cheese tortellini.”

  “Mmm, chili mac sounds good,” I said. “I’ll take that one.”

  “Now hold on a minute,” Robinson said, smiling. “What if I wanted that one?”

  “Should I do a random drawing?” Ted said. “Like they do in the military.”

  “Might be best,” Robinson said. “Just to keep things fair.”

  “Okay, I promise I won’t look.”

  Ted reached into the backpack and tossed an MRE at each of us. We all scrambled closer to the firelight to see what glorious meal we’d been drawn.

  “Yes!” Bowser exclaimed. “Chili mac, bitches.”

  Robinson friendly punched him in the arm. “You fucker.”

  “What did you get?”

  “Pork sausage with gravy,” Robinson replied, not sounding too happy about it.

  Peaches snuggled up close to me. “I got the chicken and rice. Could have been worse, I guess. What you got?”

  I had a hard time reading the brown package in the low light. Then I saw it.

  Meatloaf.

  It was official. God hated me.

  When we were finished eating, Peaches asked me how it tasted.

  “Best meatloaf I’ve ever had,” I said.

  Peaches smiled. “Seriously?”

  “No, it tasted like shit.”

  “Aw, poor guy.”

  Ted glanced over at Bowser. “How’d that chili mac taste?”

  Bowser rubbed his stomach. “Trying to keep it down.”

  “Oh, it’s not that bad. You’ll get used to it.”

  “What did Jax get?” I asked.

  Robinson picked up the torn package. “Looks like he got the cheese tortellini. Lucky dog.”

  The shepherd lay next to Robinson with a satisfied look on his face.

  “I think I’m gonna go lay down,” Naima said, yawning. “I’m getting tired.”

  Aamod stood up. “I will go too.”

  “Okay. Remember you got fourth shift,” Robinson said. “After Jimmy and Diego.”

  Aamod nodded, and then followed Naima inside one of the three tents. Peaches left to feed Olivia.

  “Where’d Diego run off to anyway?” I asked. “He didn’t even eat.”

  Diego’s MRE sat near the fire, unopened.

  Robinson shrugged. “Guess he’s not hungry.”

  “He’ll eat when he’s ready,” Ted said.

  For the next hour, we swapped campfire stories, the most entertaining coming via Robinson, about a guy he once arrested who got explosive diarrhea in the backseat of his squad car. Bowser was the only one who didn’t seem amused. Not the best topic to discuss after eating chili mac, I suppose.

  Finally, Robinson pulled me aside and surprised me with a gift. “I got something for ya.” He opened up his pack and pulled out a gun in a brown leather holster.

  It was my gun.

  My Sally.

  �
�Holy crap. I didn’t think I’d ever see her again.”

  “Well, I wasn’t gonna leave it there on the floor where you dropped it. Didn’t want Diego picking it up. Plus … I know how much she meant to you.”

  Somehow, he’d said that with a straight face.

  I smiled. “Even got me a holster.”

  “Right. You can thank Ted for that.”

  I was genuinely surprised. My Sally was back, and even better than before. Maybe God didn’t hate me after all. Now I wouldn’t have to worry about Sally blowing my dick off.

  Wait, that didn’t come out right.

  Hours later, I patrolled the campsite with Sally secured to my hip. I had a flashlight in my hand, pointing it down at the brush as I walked, looking out for snakes or other creatures that might mistake my leg for a midnight snack. The woods weren’t pitch black, but it was damn near close. If the moon was out tonight, the thick trees didn’t allow much of its light in, and other than the constant chirp of crickets and the occasional sound of a small animal scampering away, the woods was at peace.

  But how long would that last?

  I slowly made my way back toward the campsite, led by the dying orange embers that once were our fire. Diego sat next to it, poking at the charred remains with a stick.

  I kneeled down next to him. “I think it’s dead.”

  Maybe not the best choice of words, given we’d just buried Luna.

  Diego didn’t even look over at me.

  I got up and walked away, trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t wake anyone.

  “I need a gun,” Diego whispered.

  I immediately stopped, turned around. He was still gazing into the fire.

  Finally, he looked up and said, “Help me.”

  I walked back over and kneeled down next to him again. “I don’t get to make all the rules, Diego,” I whispered. “Everyone agreed. You’ll get a gun when you’re ready.”

  “I didn’t agree.”

  “It’s gonna take some time to earn back everyone’s trust.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible,” Diego said. “But if I could earn back your trust, Jimmy, at least for tonight. Then…”

  Diego looked back down at the dwindling fire.

  “Then what?”

  “Then what anyone else thinks of me won’t matter anymore.”