The Walking Plague Trilogy

by J. R. Rain

  “How about we make dinner?” I said, then signed the word: house. I added, “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starved.”

  Anna nodded, getting it, and Jared was smart enough to stay quiet. She said, perhaps a little excitedly, “Sounds great! I’ll make some spaghetti.”

  “Sure,” I said. “I’ve got a hankering for some pasta.”

  Anna signed: Hankering? Really?

  Oh, shut up, I signed and winked.

  I gathered my first aid kit and hunting knife. I caught Jared’s attention and pointed silently to the bow and arrow hung on the wall. His eyes widened a little, but he obediently took them down.

  “Just let me use the bathroom,” Anna said convincingly. She was perhaps a little too good at this lying business for my liking. Anyway, she shoved her notepad and laptop into her backpack. She looked at me and signed: Anything else?

  As I glanced around, my eyes landed on a wilderness survival book. I grabbed it. I turned on the TV, and cranked it up a notch or two louder than usual.

  A few minutes later, with the TV still blaring, the three of us slipped quietly out the bathroom window and made our way down through the back trails toward home.

  Chapter Twenty

  We were hiking through the woodlands.

  Anna kept wanting to tell me about what she’d learned, but there was only so much I could focus on. For some reason, I was having trouble focusing on, well, anything. I insisted on silence. I had to.

  Both Anna and I, and probably Jared, too, were accustomed to listening out in the wild. I kept my ears cocked for any sound other than the nature surrounding us. Someone following, perhaps.

  Or something following us.

  Why that thought occurred to me, I didn’t know, but I shuddered despite the fact that my skin still felt hot. No, not hot. It felt...burned, as if I’d spent the day at Santa Monica Beach.

  We continued on. I fought a sense of fatigue. I didn’t get fatigued. I could generally hike these trails all day long—and often did just that, on my various patrols.

  Anyway, I figured we were lucky so far to have refuge in the Los Feliz house. The place was undisturbed when we entered through the back door. I said a silent prayer of thanks to anyone listening.

  We were all starved. We had spaghetti anyway, leftover spaghetti, which we feasted on upstairs in my office so as not to disturb our guests in the cellar. No, our prisoners.

  No, my brother, goddammit.

  “Look, Dad,” Anna spoke through a mouthful of noodles while retrieving her notebook. “A lot of these space rocks—meteors—landed all over. And others are getting really sick, too.”

  I perused her handwritten notes as I ate. “Why didn’t you just print all of this?”

  Jared spoke up. “It would have been easier to track us, sir. As it was, I had to hack into another data base. I found one in Colorado.”

  I nodded, impressed. But it was the notes that had my attention. A dozen people were sick in China. Some in Nepal, as well. As I leafed through the pages, I learned that this infection from space rocks was a global event.

  “Look here, Dad.” Anna guided me to the second-to-last page of her notes. “I copied this from a blog from someone living in Nepal. This person reported that some of the sick ones are biting—and even eating—other people.”

  I set my fork down having suddenly lost my appetite. I did my best to decipher my daughter’s scribbled handwriting:

  If anyone is reading this, please help us! The infected ones are so very, very strong. They are attacking us, biting us, eating us. Those who have not escaped were eaten by our own people—by those we knew and loved. Eaten alive. If anyone can read this please...

  Anna was on the verge of tears again. I wanted to hold her, except Jared did it for me. The little fucking bastard.

  Calm down, I thought, surprised by the sudden flare of anger within me.

  I pushed down my useless jealousy. Anyway, now I was beginning to understand the magnitude of all of this. I now knew why those agents had so desperately sought my brother and his friend.

  They’re eating us...

  Jesus.

  From her notes, I deduced that the afflicted people in Third World countries had gone through the sickness, followed by a period of feeling better. Those in Germany, Australia, and North America weren’t feeling better. I chewed on that when I saw that Jared had already wolfed down his dinner.

  Anna had done a good job of research, but I didn’t think all of this had hit her yet. She was mainly concerned about her uncle, except how any of this wild information could help Joe, I hadn’t a clue. At least, not yet.

  “Would you like some more?” I asked Jared.

  “Well, if it’s no trouble...” I sensed his fear, and I didn’t blame the kid. Hell, even I was nervous about going down into the kitchen alone—and Joe was my own goddamn brother. At least, I thought he was my brother. Eating other people? God help us. I rubbed my face. At the very least, I needed coffee. And lots of it.

  “I’ll get it for you,” I said and stood.

  “Be careful, Daddy,” Anna pleaded.

  “I’ll be all right. I won’t make a sound.”

  Once outside my office, I drew my gun. After all, I had another reason for going back down. I had to see my brother.

  * * *

  Since I knew the cellar door always creaked, I grabbed the WD-40 from the kitchen shelf and sprayed the hinges from the outside. I waited a minute or two to let it seep in, and then turned the knob.

  No squeak. Score one for the good guys. I sidestepped the known creaky areas of the stairs and stopped my descent when I had my brother and his friend in sight.

  They were both still there, thank God, standing there in the dark, motionless. A very deep shudder rippled through me. They did not look human standing there. They did not look normal. They looked like they were...waiting. Silently waiting.

  Jesus Christ.

  I could see their eyes, glowing red from even here. The meteor, I thought. Something is in them. Something not of this world.

  They are so very strong...

  Biting us...

  Eating us...

  They still hadn’t noticed me there on the stairs. Apparently, noise was the key to disrupting their quiet state. I backed up the stairs again and softly closed the door.

  * * *

  The sun was setting. I drew the curtains closed, draping a blanket over the windows to make sure that no light leaked out. I risked lighting a small candle, which I placed on the floor between us. The truth was, I felt like shit. I needed to nap. Badly.

  I never thought cold instant coffee would taste good, but it gave me the boost I needed. The caffeine cleared my head. Jared wolfed down his second serving of cold spaghetti.

  Anna eyed me suspiciously. “You saw them, didn’t you?”

  I nodded, too weak to lie.

  “Well, how are they?”

  I ran a hand over my face. “About the same. They didn’t see me. I was thinking they might be looking a little better, but...”

  “But what?”

  “Nothing.” I decided not to mention the odd way they had just been standing there quietly.

  Mercifully, she let it go. “Better, really?”

  “Somewhat. But I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

  “But according to the information we found, yes, some of the infected are getting better!”

  The last few days had aged my Anna, but she still had the optimistic innocence of a hopeful teen. “Why don’t we just wait and see, honey?”

  “Can I go down to see him?”

  “No.”

  “Why not? We can all go together.”

  “Absolutely not.” I didn’t want her to see her uncle like that.

  She opened her mouth to protest, but I jumped in. “We’re all tired, baby. We need to get some rest. In the morning, we can decide what to do next.”

  Jared asked, “Do you want us to set up a watch?”

  “G
ood idea. You two sleep first. I’ll wake you in a few hours.”

  I gave them separate blankets. They both knew better than to sleep too close together in my presence. Still, Jared held Anna’s hand as they eventually drifted off.

  I kept watch over them, fighting a flu bug, and trying to not grow angrier and angrier at the young man holding my daughter’s hand. How dare he touch my innocent daughter? And how dare she grow up…

  Chapter Twenty-one

  The Agent in Black was sitting on a comfortable sofa in his office. Granted, the place now looked more like a hospital room than an agent’s field office, complete with a bed and monitoring equipment. Dr. Robert Kaplan, the unfortunate soul assigned to care for him, took his vital signs.

  “How do you feel, Agent Cole? It’s now been eight hours,” said the doctor, using the Agent in Black’s real name. He’d ordered Dr. Kaplan to call him by his name. Use of Stetson’s real name had been one of the few stimuli that the infected scientist had responded to. The Agent didn’t want to lose his mind, not like the others. He would use whatever responses they had, and whatever knowledge they had gleaned, to fight this.

  “I’m tired but not tired.”

  “Would you like something to eat? Perhaps to drink? Some water?”

  Cole knew that he was being studied like some parasite under the lens of a microscope. He understood that he was now a “case.” A confidential case. He understood the logic of this, but he was starting not to care—it was all starting to piss him the fuck off.

  “No, thank you. I’m not thirsty,” said the Agent. “How are my vitals?”

  Dr. Kaplan hesitated. “Everything is slowing, just a little. Your pulse is now fifty-six. BP is one-hundred over sixty.”

  “My temperature?”

  A pause. “Ninety-five point seven.”

  Cole absorbed the information grimly. The body temperature was especially foreboding. He stood and looked out his window into the night. He locked his hands behind him as if standing at military ease. Dr. Kaplan’s cell phone rang and he answered it. Cole couldn’t hear whomever the doctor was talking with, and this irritated him further.

  Dr. Kaplan ended the brief call.

  “Well?” asked Cole.

  “It was about Stetson.”

  Cole’s head ached but he kept his stance. “Is he dead yet?”

  “He was euthanized, as ordered, but...”

  “But what?”

  “He’s still alive, sir.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “We don’t either.”

  “Then do it again, goddammit!” growled the Agent in Black, now putting a hand to his bandaged neck. “Cut his fucking head off! I don’t care how you do it.”

  Agent Cole did not know there were two guards outside and out of sight. He also did not know that Kaplan had informed the Clone of what had happened, and that he, the Agent in Black, no longer had any authority—none whatsoever.

  “We tried to kill him. Twice,” said Dr. Kaplan. “Stetson has had enough poison to kill two men.”

  Cole wheeled around. “Kill him, one way or another, goddammit.”

  The doctor remained calm. He knew a side effect of the infection was rage. “We’ve aborted further attempts to put him down.”

  “I gave a direct—”

  The doctor held up a hand, perhaps the first time he’d ever dared to cut off his superior. “Agent Cole, we’ve aborted putting him down because Dr. Stetson appears to show signs of improvement.”

  Cole wasn’t expecting this. A wave of hope washed over him. “Improving how?”

  “He’s coherent now. Eating and drinking normally. He’s being monitored closely. We could, as you say, cut off his head. But if he can recover, perhaps you will, too. There are other reports, indications of recovery elsewhere as well, although this is extremely preliminary—”

  “What other reports?” snapped Cole. “Why wasn’t I given this information?”

  “We don’t have any paperwork,” Kaplan lied. “Only verbal communication.”

  This stopped the Agent in Black. His thoughts were a little fuzzy right now. Could that be true? His head ached. He was thirsty, but the thought of water made him queasy at the same time.

  The Agent in Black was certain he wasn’t being given the whole truth. A part of him didn’t blame the doctor, nor the others. Another part of him wanted to rip the smug look off the doctor’s face. Literally rip it off and...

  Cole swallowed and let the horrific image of him eating the man’s face pass. He forced it to pass.

  Too horrible, he thought. Too goddamn horrible. What’s wrong with me? Not you, not you...

  Indeed, very soon Cole would be unfit to lead...unless...God, was there hope, after all? Cole had assumed he would devolve into one of the walking nightmares that were being reported around the globe—some of whom he had seen firsthand.

  I don’t want to be like them, he thought. But he had accepted his fate. Accepted it, that is, until this recent bit of news about Stetson’s improvement.

  Dr. Kaplan studied the Agent in Black with unease. He didn’t tell Cole that he’d personally read some of the intel reports. He didn’t tell him that some of the afflicted in other parts of the world had not only killed but eaten humans. And most of all, he didn’t tell him that some third-world countries reported rioting and out of control violence and murders and, of course, cannibalism. Additionally, some major military bases were under complete lockdown, with no communication at all. Forces were en route right now to try to contain many of the situations.

  Or so they hoped, thought Kaplan grimly.

  Kaplan withheld this information as ordered. He wanted to keep Cole as calm as possible. Kaplan wondered how long that would be. Probably another twenty-four hours, if the Agent in Black progressed as the others did. Insanity set in at about thirty-two hours. Kaplan shuddered, wondering what it would be like to totally lose control of one’s mind.

  God help us all, he thought.

  The news that some of the infected were showing signs of recovery did not fully hearten Dr. Kaplan. He knew, along with only a handful of men around the world, that so far, no one had been able to actually kill any of the infected victims.

  Maybe they haven’t tried hard enough, Kaplan thought, and stood up.

  Either way, Dr. Kaplan understood that this outbreak could become a pandemic unlike anything the human race had ever seen.

  As Kaplan watched Cole, he wondered if it was too late to kill the man...or was there still time?

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Anna and Jared were playing checkers when they heard it…a crash from somewhere in the house. Anna and Jared both gasped.

  Her father, who seemed to be coming down with a cold, was asleep in the room next to them. The sound couldn’t have come from him.

  “It’s them,” said Jared. “They’re here!”

  Anna yelped and scrambled over Jared and dashed into the next room, shaking her father. “Daddy! Daddy!”

  * * *

  I was surrounded by thick fog.

  I could barely see my own feet as I wandered through a maze of trails. No matter which way I went, I wound up back in the same place. Water ponds often blocked my way. That was strange because there were no natural ponds up here. I had to be careful; I knew if I fell into one, I would drown. I was a great swimmer, but these pools of water were deadly.

  I was more afraid for my daughter. She was up here somewhere, too. In danger. She had someone tracking her. I heard her labored breath as she tried to get away. From what, I didn’t know. She whimpered—no, she yelled: “Daddy! Daddy!”

  My eyes flew open, and I sat up so quickly that I bumped heads with Anna.

  “Ow!” she said, stumbling back.

  “Sorry, honey. What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”

  I was disoriented. I had been in a forest, in the fog, searching for my daughter. God, my head hurt, and my skin felt as if it were on fire. I was in my house. No, I was in my ex
’s house. We were upstairs. Hiding. My brother was visiting. No, my brother was a prisoner, in the basement.

  Not a nightmare after all. I was living a nightmare.

  I was about to ask again what was wrong when I heard a bang from inside the house. The sound was metal against metal.

  “Did you hear that, Daddy?” asked Anna, whispering.

  “I did.”

  I threw off the blanket and stood. They were doing something more than just standing down there in a daze.

  He’s my brother, I thought. Not the enemy. He’s just sick.

  No, he’s infected.

  “I’m going to check on them,” I said.

  Anna headed for the door. “I’m going with you—”

  “Hell, no.” Adrenaline started pumping. I checked my gun and took up the knife I’d kept next to me. It was still early morning; I’d had only a couple of hours of sleep. That didn’t matter. “I’ll go. You and Jared stay here.”

  “No. I want to come. We want to come. Right, Jared?”

  Jared’s nod wasn’t all that convincing.

  “You two will stay here while I go check things out. That’s an order, young lady.” I caught Jared’s eyes, asking for his support, his obedience. He nodded quickly.

  “But Dad...”

  “For God’s sake, Anna, would you just listen to me for once? I don’t know what I’ll find down there, but until it’s safe, you’re going to stay here with Jared. Period.”

  “Maybe he’s right, Anna,” Jared said.

  She gave him what I called her look of death, which she reserved for her moments of pure fury or disgust. And in general, just for me. She turned to me. “Please don’t hurt Uncle Joe. Promise me.”

  I took in some air and realized I couldn’t make that promise. Not to those big, innocent eyes. The truth was, I had no idea what I might find down there. “I’ll do my best not to hurt them.”

  I headed for the door, not feeling so great myself. I had thought I could sleep off the flu I suspected I was coming down with. No such luck. Damn. And my hand, dammit. My hand wasn’t getting any better either. The redness seemed to be spreading. I needed to have a doctor look at that.