Zombie D.O.A. (The Complete Series)

by JJ Zep

  There was a knock on the door and when I opened it, one of the men was standing there, “Dude we’re ready to roll, whenever.”

  Between Kelly and I, we got Giuseppe to the camper and we pulled away from Sal’s Diner forever. We stopped at the Audi to pick up the rest of the gas cans, and then we drove off into the darkness. I sat on the bench with Kelly cuddled into me and Giuseppe’s head in my lap and I fell asleep marveling at how little it actually takes to make a person happy, and how fragile that happiness is.

  five

  When I woke we’d stopped and there was faint light outside. I eased Kelly’s head from my shoulder and slid from under Giuseppe and lowered his head gently onto the bench. He opened his eyes and looked at me and I knew in that moment that G was going to make it. He had a determination in those eyes, a will to live, and I knew that this tough old dog had some running in him yet.

  Outside I found the surfers squatted around a smoky fire, brewing up some coffee. “Dude,” one of them said as I approached.

  “Hey,” the other said, “you want some coffee?”

  “I’d rather have some water if you have any.”

  One of them passed me a bottle and I downed it is a single dram.

  “Name’s Chris,” I said, “I just wanted thank you guys for giving us a ride.”

  “No prob, I’m Ted, this is Perry.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” I said and shook hands with both of them. “You guys from California?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “What are you doing out here in New Mexico?”

  “We got an Apache dude out of the reservation, grows the sweetest weed you ever sampled. Say, do you partake?”

  “No,”

  “Pity,” Perry said, “this stuff is the like, way…Hey, you mind if we do a jay?

  “Not at all,” I said.

  “Bonus,” Ted said.

  They lit up and passed the joint between them, then offered it to me.

  “No, thanks,” I said.

  “That chick traveling with you, she like have a boyfriend?” Perry asked.

  “Yes, she does,” Kelly said from behind me, then slipped her hand around my waist and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

  “Sorry dude. I didn’t realize.”

  “Bogus, dude.” Ted said and gave him a disapproving look.

  “Listen,” I said. “We need to get to Flagstaff. I know it’s a bit out of your way, but…”

  “No, problem, dude. It’s on the 40, we can swing by there and pick up the 15 at Barstow, then…”

  “That’s the 19 dude,”

  “I’m sure it’s the 15, whatever. We can hook up with the I-5 via Lakeland. That way we give L.A. a wide berth, way wide.”

  “What’s the deal with L.A.?”

  “Dude, stay out. Z central. We used to surf out at Redondo, but after a while you’d be catching a wave and you’d see the Zs like waiting on the beach for you to come in.”

  “So we moved, like way down the coast towards Pendleton, but then these like fascist, pseudo-soldiers chased us off.”

  “Total reactionaries,” Perry agreed.

  “Pseudo soldiers?”

  “Yeah, you know like corporate guns for hire.”

  “They’ve got a base down there?”

  “Dude, they’ve taken over the entire marine base.”

  An idea suddenly occurred to me. “You guys ever surf a beach with a white house set up against the cliffs? An old three storey house with three parapets.”

  “Totally dude, that’s at P.V.”

  “P.V.?”

  “Palos Verdes, bitchin’ waves.”

  “Are you sure dude?” Perry said. “I could have sworn that was Leo Carrillo?”

  “Yeah maybe. We were doing a lot of weed back then. Hey, you mind if we do another jay?”

  Ted lit up, took a pull then passed the joint to Perry who did likewise.

  “You know what,” Perry said. “I believe you’re right. It was P.V. I remember you were so stoned, you reversed into that road sign, like totally totaled it.”

  “Yeah, I remember that now,” Ted said and they both started giggling.

  six

  We reached Flagstaff after dark. The city had been turned into a fortified encampment with razor wire, watchtowers, armed patrols and sentries at all access roads. I half expected them to ask us for a password, but the sentry only asked Ted if he’d been drinking. “No sir,“ he said, “we don’t indulge.”

  The sentry shone a light into the cab. “What’s your business in Flagstaff,” he asked.

  “I live here,” Kelly said. “Kelly Capshaw, Janet Capshaw’s my mom.”

  “Kelly?” the guard said, “Christ girl, is that you? Your mother’s going bust a gut. She’d given you up for dead.”

  That little interlude earned us an armed escort to Kelly’s house, a modest bungalow on a quiet street.

  “Brace yourself, here comes the drama,” Kelly said as we approached.

  The guards had obviously radioed ahead and the lights of the house, including those in the front yard were turned on. There was a woman on the lawn wearing a nightdress that looked like it belonged on the catwalk at the Milan fashion show. She was smoking a cigarette, which she quickly stubbed out as the camper came to a halt.

  “Who’s the cougar?” Perry asked.

  “My mom,” Kelly said.

  “She’s a babe!”

  Kelly’s mom was now running towards us, her arms spread. “My baby!” she shrieked as she embraced Kelly, “My baby, my baby’s come home to me!”

  “Mom, you’re embarrassing me,” Kelly said.

  “My baby,” her mother repeated, then “God you smell, where’ve you been?”

  “It’s a long story,” Kelly said. “Can we go in now, the neighbors are staring.”

  “Screw them,” her mother said, “But yes, come in, come in, bring your friends.”

  “Err, we’ve got to like be on the road,” Ted said.

  “What’s the rush, dude? We can hang for a bit,” said Perry.

  “Dude? The waves?”

  “Yeah, okay,” Perry said casting a doleful eye towards Kelly’s mom.

  “Dude, we got to bolt.” Ted said to me, “Need some help with your dog?”

  “No, I think I got it.” I helped Giuseppe from the camper. He was still limping heavily but had recovered somewhat on the drive, taken on lots of water and even eaten a bit.

  I thanked Ted and Perry again for rescuing us. “No problem, dude,” Ted said. “If you’re ever in San Clemente, look us up.”

  “Yeah totally,” Perry said. “You’ll find us at the beach, or hanging at our place, or…”

  “Dude, we got to go,” Ted said.

  After they’d driven away, Kelly said to her mother, “Mom, I’d like you to meet…”

  “Oh, I know who you are,” Janet Capshaw said.

  “You do? How?” Kelly said.

  “I think you’d both better come inside,” Janet said. “There’s someone here been waiting for you.”

  seven

  I’d last seen Joe Thursday in a military encampment in Central Park. That had been over three years ago, and the man who now stood before me looked like an apparition. He was dressed in an expensive-looking black suit with an open-necked white shirt, his hair was expensively styled and he looked to have gained a few pounds.

  For a moment I just stared at him with a million words trying to form in my mouth and not one of them succeeding. Joe had saved my life more than once and was probably the only reason I’d gotten out of New York alive.

  “Hello, Chris,” he said. “Long time,” and then I walked quickly across the room and embraced him.

  “Let’s leave these boys to it,” I heard Kelly’s mom say. “We got some catching up to do. Right after you have a bath. Bring that little doggy of yours along, maybe he’d like to meet Lulu and Fifi.”

  “Mom,” Kelly said, “G will eat Lulu and Fifi.”

  “You done well, amig
o.” Joe whispered in my ear and then pushed me away and held me at arms length, “You look like shit though.”

  “Christ, Joe,” I said, “What happened to you? Where’ve you been all this time? How’d you get out of New York? How…”

  “All in good time,” Joe said, “First tell me about you.”

  And so I told him the whole story and he nodded in all the right places, expressed his sadness about Babs and his delight that I’d made it despite everything that had been thrown at me. But his responses seemed practiced, like he was hearing a story he’d already been told.

  “So what now?” he said at the end.

  “So now I go to Palos Verdes and find Ruby,” I said.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” Joe said.

  “Why not?”

  “Because Ruby’s not there, or at least she won’t be by the time you get there.”

  “How could you possibly know that?”

  “Because it’s my job to, Chris. Because I’m head of security for the Pendragon Corporation.”

  For a moment I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly and I was about to ask him to repeat what he had just said when he continued.

  “You’ve got to let it go, Chris. Ruby’s gone, accept it. You’ve got that pretty little girl of yours in the kitchen. Flagstaff is a good, safe community. They got the power grid up, schools, a hospital. Settle down here with Kelly, raise a few kids, live your life. After what you’ve been through, you deserve that much.”

  “Am I hearing you right, Joe? Are you telling me to abandon my daughter? Are you telling me to walk away like she never existed?”

  “She never did exist, Chris. In the normal course of things she’d have died right there on the cutting board in Brad Pilsen’s apartment.”

  “You’re wrong, Joe. In the normal course of things she’d be a happy, healthy three-year-old. I’d be taking her to the park and pushing her on the swings. In the normal course of things her mother would still be alive rather than…”

  “It is what it is, Chris. I’m telling you this for your own good. Don’t come to California. You won’t leave there alive, and you won’t find Ruby.”

  “Is that a threat, Joe?

  “It’s a warning. The least I can do for a friend.”

  “Fuck you, Joe. Fuck you very much.”

  eight

  After Joe Thursday had left, I lie in the bath and soaked the blood and sweat and grime from my body. I stared at the ceiling and thought about what Joe had said and even now I found it difficult to take on board. Joe had been both a savior and a friend to me. He’d stood up to the military establishment and to his own bosses. He’d risked his life to protect me and Ruby. Yet now Joe was the establishment. Now he was the barrier between me and my daughter.

  I’m telling you this as a friend, he’d said. But was he really? Wasn’t he telling me this as head of security for the Pendragon Corporation, who didn’t need me stirring up trouble? On the other hand what chance did I have, a man alone against the might of the corporation? Maybe Joe was right, maybe it was better for me to settle down here in Flagstaff with Kelly.

  By this circuitous route, I arrived at the core question. Was I going to continue my search for Ruby? And by the time I lifted myself from the now cold water of the bath, it had been answered. Yes. Yes, I was.

  I shaved and pressed a fresh band-aid to the wound on my forehead and dressed in the clothes Janet had laid out for me. ‘Probably left behind by Babs,’ she’d said, but she didn’t seem sure.

  I found Kelly and her mom in the living room. “Here, he is,” Kelly said when she saw me. She rushed over and planted a kiss on my lips.

  “Mm, I see what you mean, Kel,” Janet said, appraising me with a skilled eye, ”he’s a keeper, alright.”

  “Kelly, I need to speak to you,” I said.

  “Ooh, this sounds serious,” Janet said. “Insist on a church wedding, Kel.”

  Kelly followed me out onto the lawn in front of the house. Before I’d had a chance to speak, she said, “You’re leaving aren’t you.”

  “Yes.”

  “I knew you would be,” she said without emotion. I’d expected histrionics but I’d underestimated Kelly or perhaps forgotten the strength of character I’d seen in her many times before.

  “Kelly, listen…”

  “You don’t have to say anything, I understand.”

  “No, I need you to hear this.” I stood next to her in the darkened street and reached for her hand and held it. “I don’t want you to wait for me, Kelly.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Let me say my piece. I don’t want you to wait for me because I doubt I’ll be coming back. Not that I don’t want to Kelly, believe me, I want to get back to you more than just about anything in the world, but I don’t think I’m going to make it this time.”

  “But you’re going anyway.”

  “Yes.”

  Kelly was silent for a while and then she said, in the same flat voice,“ I understand.”

  “You do?”

  “Of course. It’s who you are, Chris. I saw that back in Tulsa and I saw it in Pagan. You can’t not do something, when something needs to be done. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

  I’d never thought of it that way myself, but Kelly was right. That annoying sense of responsibility, that nagging conscience, that pain in the ass need to do what I believed was the right thing, was as much a part of me as the fists that had once earned me my living.

  “Will you look after G for me?”

  “Of course I will, but there’s one thing I won’t do.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I won’t give up on you, Chris. I’ll be here when you get back.”

  I kissed her then, and held her and realized that I was in love with Kelly Capshaw, and that I loved her.

  nine

  I drove away from Flagstaff before dawn. Kelly and I had said our goodbyes the night before and I left without waking her, kissing her forehead in the dark and then walking away while I still had the resolve to do so.

  I walked outside and loaded my gear into the Hyundai Station Wagon that Janet had loaned me, and then pulled away from the curb with one last look back at the house. As I did, I saw the curtain fall back into place in the room that Kelly and I had shared. I thought I caught a glimpse of Kel at the window and I fully believed it would be the last time I saw her.

  I took Interstate 40 and switched to the 15 at Barstow (Ted had been right it, was the 15, not the 19). Almost immediately, the road became more jammed up with vehicles. By the time I reached Victorville, I was wishing I had something with four-wheel drive to skirt around the wrecks on the road, and by the time I reached the outskirts of Corona, I had to abandon the Hyundai altogether.

  That left me with a problem. My plan had been to drive to the San Diego Freeway, then follow the road back up the coast towards Palos Verdes. Now, that route would mean an impossible 200-mile detour on foot.

  The alternative was a straight 60-mile hike through Anaheim and Long Beach, according to the map I was carrying. At 20 miles a day, that was going to take me three days walking. But I doubted I’d be able to move that fast, not carrying the amount of ammo I was going to need, and not walking straight through Z central, as Ted had called it.

  Still, as my old trainer used to say when I was struggling with pushing weights, “It ain’t gonna lift itself”, so I hoisted my backpack, shouldered my AK and started walking.

  It was late afternoon when I set out directly down the Riverside Freeway, using the virtually bumper-to-bumper traffic as cover. A storm was building overhead and I could hear the rumble of thunder and see forked lightning out west, over the ocean.

  I’d taken only a mile out of my sixty mile journey when I had to take cover as the first heavy raindrops started to fall and tap out a percussive tattoo on the roofs of the cars. It was pointless getting my weapons and ammo wet for the sake of an extra mile or two.

  I slid into th
e back of a black Chrysler Voyager with tinted windows, just as the rainstorm decided to up the ante and bucket down what felt like half the Pacific Ocean. For a minute, the noise in the Voyager was almost unbearable, then it tapered off to being merely deafening and then settled into a slow steady thrum as the day drifted towards twilight.

  As darkness fell, the predators began to appear and I was glad of the Voyager’s blackened windows, allowing me to see out, but preventing them seeing in. I leaned over and ensured that all the doors were locked and then settled down for the night with the AK cradled to my chest.

  I thought about Kelly and about Ruby and about what Joe Thursday had said back in Flagstaff. ‘Ruby’s not there,’ he’d said ‘or at least she won’t be by the time you get there.’

  I wondered whether Joe had been telling the truth, and decided that he probably had. The Joe Thursday I knew was no bullshitter, if he said that Ruby wasn’t there, then that was likely the case. So why was I going there?

  I guess it was because I knew Ruby had been there. I guess it was because I felt that being in the place where she’d been would somehow allow me to connect with her. I guess it was because I needed somewhere to start, and Palos Verdes was all I had.

  I suddenly caught a flash of movement in the Voyager’s side mirror, and I saw a Z, a boy of maybe sixteen, approaching fast, running between the rows. Behind him I could see figures following in the shadows, some running the path he was on, others leaping from one car to the next. I tried to get a better look using the rearview mirror but the view was obscured by the delivery truck parked directly behind.

  The young Z raced past with his pursuers closing in. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the Voyager swayed slightly as one of the Zs landed on its roof. The creature slid down the windshield, clung to the hood and peered through the window looking directly at me. For one insane moment I was sure that he saw me and I lifted the AK and lined it up at his head. But then something stuck to the windshield caught his interest and he picked at it with a nail, before running a blackened tongue over whatever it was. Then he sprung from the hood to the next vehicle and followed his companions in pursuit of the youngster.