DEAD: Reborn

by TW Brown

  “Apologies to you all,” Ann said as her gaze scanned those around her. She pulled off her eye protection causing everybody to gasp involuntarily.

  ***

  Chad woke with a start and quickly realized there was something wrong. The first clue was that he could see—it was that gray gloom just before dawn, but the lighting was such that he could see just fine. Sitting up he looked around frantically for Dustin; or, more accurately, what he expected to find that remained of the man.

  Just a couple of yards away, another hammock swayed gently. Dustin was in it and asleep! Now he was confused. Had Dustin woke him for his watch and he returned to bed as soon as the man had fallen asleep? Was he so out of it that he could forget something like that?

  Looking down to the ground about fifteen feet below, he saw three walkers stumbling along. They were not looking up; instead, they seemed fixed on something to the south. They stuck together in a tight cluster as they moved, often stumbling over each other in their drive to get to whatever was drawing them along.

  Even though the morning was just breaking, he could tell that all of these zombies had been around for a while. Two were completely stripped naked and all of them had a variety of wounds decorating their bodies. One of them had what looked like an entire kitchen drawer’s worth of forks and knives jutting from her torso. Most of these utensils were deeply embedded in the pathetic creature. Obviously each time it fell, the utensils were driven just a bit deeper or bent over which made him think of a cross between an armadillo and a porcupine with how some of the objects had been bent to almost form a sort of protective armor, yet others still stuck out obscenely.

  Once he was certain that the creatures were gone and a good distance away, he hissed for Dustin. The big man rolled over and wiped at his face. He did not move for a few seconds, then sat up with such a start that Chad thought the man would fall out of his hammock.

  “What the heck happened?” Chad asked. “Did you get me up for my watch and I fell back asleep or something?”

  “Actually, I decided that we would be okay. You were exhausted, brother. I tried to wake you and you were just out too hard. I imagine the stress and the fact that you just came back from that run took its toll.”

  Chad nodded and rolled out of the hammock. When he landed, his ankles reminded him that he was not getting any younger by sending little tendrils of pain up his legs. Dustin followed suit and started up the hill where they had left the horses in a large fenced field. The animals were grazing peacefully, occasionally galloping off when the lone zombie that had gotten in would get close. They quickly put the gear on the horses and headed back to retrieve their packs and hammocks.

  “Even the animals don’t hardly seem afraid of them anymore,” Dustin observed.

  “I wonder how long that thing has been in there after them,” Chad said as he climbed over the fence. It would not do if the animals were still tired from yesterday’s ride.

  “I went up and checked on them before I turned in. They seemed fine then and the moon was bright enough for me to see pretty well. Nothing was in there then.”

  “I still wish you would have woke me,” Chad grumbled.

  “I know, and maybe that is showing my lack of experience being outside the fences. I just figured that we were both up in them trees and about as safe as we could be.”

  “But if those things get on to you, they don’t go away unless something else draws them. If we woke to fifty or a hundred of those things around the trees, we would have been screwed. There is no way we could have fought them from up in the hammocks.”

  Dustin glanced sheepishly at the two crossbows sitting on a rock a short distance away. They could have been on the moon for all the help that they would have been if they would have ended up surrounded by a pack of zombies.

  “You really haven’t been out in this very much, have you?” Chad asked as he climbed up onto his horse.

  “Saw what I needed to see on the news…until the televisions went off the air. Then I listened on radio…but those eventually went dark. Then we lost power for good and I just kept waiting for it to come back. I think I waited about a month before I realized it might not ever go back to normal.

  “Saw our share of them things over the year, but I had most of my stuff in place before, so all that we really did was extend the perimeter and around summer time, we put up those tall fences and the towers. A construction site was about four miles away and we found almost everything we needed. At first I felt bad about taking what was not mine, but we lost a couple of folks on one of the supply runs and that was a kind of wake up.”

  Chad listened as Dustin told his story. He was stunned at how out of touch the man had been early on. He wondered what the man would have thought if he’d seen a fraction of what he had witnessed. He was actually surprised that the man had lasted this long. Even as he spoke, it was as if he could not believe some of the words coming out of his own mouth.

  They continued to ride in an expanding circle that radiated out from the compound. The fact was that, if she was still alive, Ronni could not have gotten far. He tried to remain hopeful as the day dragged on, but it was not looking good as the sun reached its apex and started to head on its downward journey.

  Just as Chad was about to give up hope, a zombie lurched from some nearby brush. He didn’t know the name, but he recognized it as one of the children from the compound. She was maybe twelve and had long, dark hair that had been drenched in blood and clung in dried clumps to her face almost completely hiding her eyes.

  “Kaja,” Dustin managed around the tightness that had seized his throat.

  The girl had been torn apart pretty bad. Her head was almost resting on the left shoulder because so much of the throat had been ripped away. One outstretched hand was missing all the fingers and her insides were dangling at her knees in ropy strands.

  Chad climbed down from his horse. The zombie did not advance, but seemed to be watching him…observing. It sent a chill down his spine when she began to sway back and forth. The part of his mind that tried desperately to cling to its sense of humor quickly imposed the image of Axl Rose.

  “What are you waiting for?” Dustin breathed. “Kill it!”

  ***

  “You aren’t coming,” Jody said as he did a final check of his gear. “And it has nothing to do with your…condition.”

  Selina’s pregnancy was now the talk of the town. Jody had known full well that Danny could not keep his mouth shut. There seemed to be a steady procession of people coming by to wish them well.

  “Then why can’t I come?” Selina at on the edge of the bed with her arms folded across her body tightly.

  “We are going to be running almost the entire time to get there fast. Danny and I know how to communicate with our hands and we are treating this as a military search-and-rescue detail. I won’t have time to explain things as we go. I know you are fully capable. In case you haven’t noticed, your name is still on the patrol rotation. I haven’t done anything to treat you like you aren’t able to work or do your part.”

  “You act like this is some super-secret Delta Force operation,” Selina scoffed.

  “Like it or not, we are treating this as a rescue operation and we have to go in assuming the possibilities of hostile forces present. Remar may be a lot of things, but he is not stupid or incompetent. His not being back yet has me concerned. This is not just a walk in the woods.”

  Jody headed for the door and paused to kiss Selina. She got up and threw her arms around his neck. He felt her shaking against him and tilted her face up to his.

  “Why are you crying?”

  “I just have a terrible feeling,” she sobbed.

  Before he could ask, the door to the gymnasium flew open and several people came flooding in, all of them trying to talk at once. Jody peeled Selina’s arms from around his neck and raised them to quiet the crowd.

  “What the hell is going on?” he shouted above the din.

  “Come loo
k!” a voice called.

  Jody made his way to the door. The crowd parted before him as he approached. He stepped outside and noticed a bunch of people standing in the parking lot of the school looking east with their hands shaded against the morning sun. He stepped out from behind the school and looked east.

  A black cloud was climbing skyward.

  Danny came running up in full gear. The big difference for them both were the crossbows in place of the automatic weapons.

  “Think that’s our guy?” Danny asked.

  “It is the right direction.”

  “Then we better get moving. We got a four mile run ahead of us.”

  “I still don’t understand, now more than before, why you won’t take the horses,” George said as he signaled for the gate to be opened.

  “Because those horses are pretty vital and not replaceable. If we have to hide, they are as good as gone. Right now, those animals are a vital part of our lives. Going on foot will only take a little while longer,” Jody explained for what seemed like the hundredth time.

  “Well you two ain’t all that replaceable either,” the big man grumbled. Selina made a noise of agreement.

  “Then trust me when I tell you that we will be more able to keep our location a secret and to maintain an element of surprise should it come to that if we are on foot.”

  Jody did not want to say anything about the possibility that Remar had used this run as an opportunity to separate himself from the folks at Cash. He knew that there was a chance that a shootout would occur. He didn’t like that possibility, but he did not think that anybody beyond he and Danny were prepared to do what was necessary if it came to that.

  The two split to opposite sides of the highway and began the long, steady jog towards that pillar of smoke. In the fields on either side, only a few zombies could be seen; most had turned in the direction of the cloud and were slowly heading that direction.

  Less than an hour later they were turning on to what the crooked street sign announced as Flemon Rd. By now, the smell of wood and a number of other things that gave off a noxious odor was overwhelming. Up ahead, they could see the entrance to a housing development. That was supposed to be where Remar’s group had gone. Now, it looked as if the entire place, every single house in that project, was ablaze.

  12

  Rock, Geek, Hard Place

  Kevin turned slowly in a full circle. There were too many places that the zombie boy could have vanished. He looked at the ground, but it was no help. He could see the signs of his little scuffle with the mountain of a zombie that lay dead just a few feet away, but of that filthy little boy…nothing.

  Kevin toed at a few piles of garbage and even peeked under and inside a few knocked over garbage cans. There was no sign of the boy. After grabbing his ax, Kevin moved with even more caution towards the silo.

  Inside the huge cylindrical space was the box. It was still sitting against the far wall. Scooping up some of the dried out corn husks, Kevin made a little mound a few feet away from the unstable dynamite. Creating a ‘bridge’ from still more of the dried out material, Kevin fished out his piece of flint. Checking for about the tenth time to ensure that the door was still open and that there was no scary little zombie boy standing in it, Kevin sparked a flame and, once he was certain that it had caught, ran as fast as his prosthetic foot could carry him.

  Just before he emerged back into the sun, his mind screamed in warning, This is where the zombie lunges out and grabs you just as you exit, you idiot! He almost fell when he exited as his body and mind could not quite agree on whether he should be running or stopping. Thankfully there was nothing nefarious awaiting his appearance.

  Moving down the almost completely obscured dirt road that would be fully reclaimed by Mother Nature this time next year, Kevin made it almost to the paved road that would take him back to the others by the time the explosion came. When it did, it was far bigger than he had anticipated.

  His eyes tracked skyward while the fireball rolled up as it seemed to be in a race with the smoke. Then he saw the first large pieces of debris; some of it headed his way! This is like the bomb in Heath all over again, his mind scolded.

  Fortunately, most of the larger pieces fell way short. A few of the other chunks rained down nearby, but Kevin had managed to find refuge under an old model pickup truck that sat roadside on four flat tires but remained high enough for him to scurry beneath as the pieces of sheet metal began crashing down.

  Just as Kevin crawled out, once he was sure the sky had disgorged its last bits and pieces of the silo, he froze. Popping up out of the ditch from across the road was that filthy zombie child from before. With purpose, Kevin strode across the street, machete raised.

  The face that turned up to him almost caused him to freeze. It was like any other zombie, but for the briefest of seconds, he was sure that he saw something register on its face. Could it have been fear? The machete came down and split the head almost in two.

  Turning around, he half-expected to find himself surrounded my more of the little monsters. He was only partially relieved when there was nothing. But that was only partially true. From all directions, he could see singles and small groups of the undead converging on this newest stimulus. Considering the size of the blast, he expected that they would be coming for miles.

  He was within sight of the cemetery when he heard the first scream. Quickening his pace, Kevin’s eyes scanned for two things: movement and a place to hide. He found a clump of shrubs about ten yards from the fence that surrounded the cemetery and tried to see anybody or anything.

  It seemed that everybody was on the far side of the ridge. He could barely make out the roof of the stone crypt entrance; Catie was no longer perched up there; not that he actually had expected her to have remained up there the entire time he was gone.

  Moving cautiously, he could hear more yelling, but it was now sounding like taunts and jeers. Yet, every few seconds, there would be a shout that sounded like somebody in pain. As he climbed the fence, he was almost positive that he heard Heather yelling “Stop it!”

  He hurried up the long, gentle incline and reached the top prepared for a fight. He had no idea with who or what, but his weapon was drawn and he thought he was ready for anything.

  He wasn’t.

  Hanging upside down from one of the blackened monuments that looked like an angel with spread wings was a man. His hands were bound and he was tied by the ankles, his head about three or four inches from the ground. Surrounding him and in a frenzy were several of the children. Many of them held long sticks or clubs and were batting at the man like a meat piñata.

  Heather looked frantic, running from one child to the next, trying to get them to stop. Aleah was doing the same, but Catie was nowhere to be seen. Sean was in the midst of the children, egging them on.

  Kevin cleared his throat as he made his way down the hill. Nobody seemed to notice…or care. A loud crack was followed by a grunt of pain as one of the kids connected solidly with the ribs of the man. This elicited cheers from the group and more pleas from Heather and Aleah.

  “Stop,” Kevin called over the din.

  Both women turned, looks of relief washing over their faces instantly. However, the children showed no signs of stopping. None of them so much as even glanced in his direction.

  One of the girls, perhaps twelve years old, snatched the heavy stick that was easily as long as she was tall and almost as big around as her leg, from the boy who had just scored the hit. She swung with a form that would have made a major league baseball player proud. Kevin felt himself wince, and a little flash of sympathy pain bloomed in his groin. The man yelped, but that was quickly drowned as he vomited.

  “ENOUGH!” Kevin shouted. This time, heads turned.

  The kids initially looked like typical children caught in the act of committing some form of mischief. They turned to Sean and back to Kevin. By the time they had returned their attention to him, they wore the same face their leader possessed:
defiance.

  “This is one of them!” Sean spat.

  “Says who?” Kevin waded into the group of kids surrounding Sean and the man hanging from the tree.

  “He says!” Sean spat, kicking at the man’s head for emphasis.

  “That’s not all he was saying,” Heather spoke quickly, forcing herself in between Sean and the target of his rage.

  “He was lying!” Sean insisted, but Kevin actually saw something in the boy’s face that gave away his own lie.

  “What all did he say?” Kevin asked.

  “He said that one of their foraging parties was supposedly doing things that the others were not aware of, and that those men were being dealt with when the compound came under attack,” Heather started in when nobody else seemed to want to talk. “He said that there were eighty-seven men and women—three that were pregnant—in that compound. Only three of them managed to actually get out, but that he did not know if the other two were still alive because they’d been forced to split while running for their lives.”

  “These are the people who killed Fish…did those terrible things to—” Sean was almost in tears.

  “Stop!” Kevin barked. “Are you saying that this person, the one you are doing this to, that he was one of them?”

  “Well…” Sean glanced at the man and then his eyes went to the ground. “I didn’t see any of them, but—”

  “No, you don’t get to say ‘but’ when you are doing to this man what you are doing. You are either sure or you are not. Which is it?”

  “I…” Sean’s voice ended in a strangled sob. Heather quickly rushed to him and wrapped the young man in her arms.

  “K-k-kid,” the man coughed, causing Kevin to jump. He hadn’t realized how close he’d moved to the stranger. “Some of m-m-my men…what they did…” He began to cough again, blood flecking his lips and then beginning to trickle up his face and drip in a patter that suddenly sounded like thunder in Kevin’s ears.