The Event Trilogy (Book 2): The Gospel According to Matthew, Margo & Lance

by Larson, Thomas

  July 22nd

  (Matt) As we raced, the best we could through the night, our hope was to get back to camp before the trucks arrived. I knew, we all knew what was going on, and what was about to happen. We had to stop it.

  Herkimer, Fort Plain, Fonda, we made good time, then, a stutter in the engine, a mile more and the engine quit. We were out of gas. We scrambled in the dark to find another truck or car, it seemed hopeless, and each one we tried or looked at had no fuel, gas or diesel.

  It was about 3:45 and it was starting to get light, finally we found one, and got it running. We had to change the battery but it started. On our way again, we had a couple of hours drive left, I just hope.

  (Lance) Del and I were feeding the horses when the bell sounded; it was early, like 5:30. That was strange, but it was three rings, a frantic three rings, then three more, then nothing. We jumped on Samurai and Shinigami and raced to the camp.

  As we rode up, the scene before us was chaos, Zoms, a lot of them. Everyone in the camp was doing the best they could to fend them off. There were a couple of cattle trucks in the yard, one had crashed into the dining hall, and the other truck was on its side by the fire pit.

  I looked at Del; we drew our swords and charged.

  (Margo) Code and I had gone for an early morning walk and hunting practice. I also hoped to see the Momma Lion and the cubs. As we were near the ledge, I was suddenly slammed from behind and hit the ground. The wind was knocked out of me and at first I thought it was Momma, but I couldn’t believe it. Then I was rolled over, and a man, a black man in army clothes was sitting on me.

  “Well, Well, the little sniper bitch, and her little bitch boyfriend,” he growled.

  I could see that Code was on the ground too, he seemed unconscious with a small man in fatigues standing next to him with a grin on his face.

  “You killed a couple of my friends, and helped ruin our little gig, so now it is payback time. I think this is gonna be slow and fun, for me, for you, slow and painful.” He said menacingly. As he ripped open my shirt.

  It was about here that I heard the bell, the warning bell from camp, three rings, trouble, not that there wasn’t trouble here. I struggled, a tried to get out from under this man, but he hit me.

  “No, little bitch, not today, you and yours are gonna die, just like they did at Stanwix.”

  “What do you mean?” I grunted out.

  A laugh and then, “Oh yeah, we paid them back first, and now they are coming to be with you.” He said.

  “Yeah Tyrone, tell her, tell her!” shouted the other guy, the one by Code.

  “See, we took care of them first, we put a poison in their water, and it made them sick, pukin’ sick, and the more they puked, the more they drank until they were all gone, all dead, well mostly all, there were a couple that managed to get through it. Then we went and fixed them. That leader, Ken or Keith, we left him, he was alive, but he isn’t now, we left him to turn.”

  “You sick fucks!” I tried to shout at him but with his weight on me it came out as little more than a whisper.

  I took another punch to the face.

  “Stop bitch, you ain’t heard the best part, see we loaded up some trucks and we brought them, the dead ones, to your camp, they be running around there now, a hundred of them, eating and killing your friends. Payback bitch!”

  “You shit!” I gasped, and I saw the arm go back for another punch, I winced knowing what was coming but then he was not there anymore, through half closed eyes I saw a flash of tawny fur and the weight was gone. Momma?

  I did not waste a second, that little snub-nose pistol I had found was out of my waistband and a single shot put the other man on his back, a red flower growing on his chest, he did not have long.

  I was up, I looked over at Momma, she was about 20 feet away, she still had the black soldier by the throat, he was in his death throws, twitching, and then nothing, it stopped. She looked at me, kind of nodded and then just turned, dragging the lifeless body up the ledge to feed the cubs.

  I raced to Code’s side, he was coming around, but there was a goose egg on his head where the other soldier had whacked him.

  “Wha..what happened.”

  “A lot, can you get up, can you fight, the camp is in danger, it is being attacked, can you move?”

  “What? yes, woozy, but I can, come on” as he struggled to his feet.

  We started toward the camp, as his head cleared and with the adrenaline kicking in we moved faster and faster. As we entered the camp, we saw the chaos.

  We jumped in, fought our way to the cabin to get more gear, and then just fought, I am a Mountain Lion, and I will not die here.

  July 24th

  A day has passed, we are still cleaning up, exhausted. Matt is here now, helping. Some of us have survived.

  So ends the second book in The Event Trilogy. Times were hard after the attack; we lost some, some that were very dear to us. Some have been changed forever, but then we and the world have already been changed forever.