The Zombie Chro [3] - Ascension, The Zombie Chronicles 3

by Mark Clodi

  “A million years is a long time. It might not be on purpose on Bill’s part, he could have been fed bad information and is just acting on it to the best of his ability.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Why aren’t the military guys going in here? Why didn’t Draper come south instead of heading East? Why level with us about the bomb after we parted ways? I mean hell, why level with us about it at all?”

  “One at a time please. I’ll argue with you about things all day long if you like, but I can’t answer everything in such a quick succession. What is bothering you most?”

  “Everything!” Stewart yelled.

  “Uh…”

  “Fuck. I know Max, I know you can’t help me out of this. Could you listen to me and give your perspective though? I need to know how fucked we are.”

  “I can do that, talk.”

  “Okay, first thing’s first. Why do you suppose Draper leveled with us about the bomb?”

  Max shrugged, “I’ve been thinking of that too, there wasn’t any point. Except one; Draper wanted us to know that it would blow up and take out more than we had been told. He wanted to give us a chance to get away. When they told us about the bomb they gave us a safety distance, which we had to be at to avoid dying when it went off. If we would have hidden at the minimum safe distance for a nuclear bomb we would have died when this animatronic one went off.”

  “Postitronic. You think Draper told us that, just so we would have a chance to live?”

  “I do and I think he wasn’t supposed to either.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “Here is what I figure. If you are giving a group of idiots…well, that might be harsh. If you are giving a group that doesn’t stand much of a chance for completing the mission, the tools to complete that mission, you want to give them the best chance of taking out the target.”

  “So far, Max, you are not helping much.”

  “Let me finish. Most people want to live. A bomb like this comes with an inherent risk to blowing the user up if they are not careful, along with the target. In order to be used properly the bomb has to be placed where the target is.” Max held up his hand in a placating manner to keep Stewart from interrupting, “I said let me finish. So newbies like us need to set the bomb off as close to the target as possible, but that conflicts with us wanting to survive too. We might set the bomb too soon; this doctor guy might leave the area if we set it too far away. So they tell us it has a short range and we should be able to hunker down close to it and survive. Makes sense, are you with me so far?”

  “Go on, but get to the point.”

  “What would we do if we knew the bomb was more devastating? We would feel comfortable setting it off further away from the target, giving him a better chance to get out of range. We would be hunkered down too far away to reposition it too, making it even less likely to try. That equals more of a chance for us to fail. Do you see?”

  Stewart nodded, “I can see that is one argument. I am not saying that I agree completely with it.”

  “Well Draper, he is a tough guy, hard to trust and difficult to work with. I didn’t ever get the feeling he wanted us dead. I think he went against orders to put that message on the bomb. I don’t think it was a planned ‘after you separate’ thing by the top brass at all. I think he disobeyed orders.”

  “That’s giving him a lot of credit. And your argument makes no sense at all. They could have just left it as it was and not told us anything.”

  “Well, that’s all I got, whether it makes any sense or not. Next question.” said Max.

  “No, I don’t think…”

  “Next question. You asked my opinion and I gave it, you said you had a lot of questions, let’s go through those first and if you still want to poke holes in my argument after that we can revisit this.”

  “Oh, we’re playing that way are we? Fine. I’ll do a two for one then. Why didn’t the military send more soldiers or send Draper directly?” asked Stewart.

  “Me. That is the long and short of it. I can pinpoint this asshole. I’ve been thinking back to my conversation with Aubrey and I am not sure we were the only group they inserted either. She said something to me before we parted ways, something about how was I sure she hadn’t contacted the other teams? She used plural, when she was talking to me. From my perspective there is only one ‘other team’ out there, Drapers.”

  Stewart mulled this over, “You aren’t really saying anything I haven’t already figured out myself here. Somehow when you say it, things sound better. Are we on a suicide mission?”

  Max leaned backed, he hadn’t considered it. Given what he had already said about the bomb he was having a hard time stating ‘no’ outright. “I don’t know. I know I have two kids back in Iowa and I know I plan to get back to them. But Stewart, I guess my logic with Draper and the bomb sort of indicates this may be a one way trip.”

  “I don’t want it to be.”

  “Are you getting cold feet?”

  Stewart shook her head, “No! No, this needs to be done, it just feels right somehow, but Max, you have to promise me something. Okay?”

  “That depends on what it is.”

  “If it comes down to me dying to make sure you get away, you get away. Can you promise me that? No lamenting about it, no rationalizing it. If push comes to shove, you shove and get back to your kids.”

  “Stewart…I…I don’t know. I mean how will I know something like that?”

  “And not just me, either. If it comes down to all of us dying so you can live, you let us die. Get back to your kids. Bill’s kids have Tricia, Ruben is old and Javier’s family will know their son died as a hero. But you have to live.”

  “Why?” asked Max.

  “I kinda like you Max and I want you to be happy and live to raise your kids the way you promised your wife you would.”

  They sat in silence for a while, driving down the road at breakneck speed. Max was clearly agitated, fidgeting in his seat and fiddling with the pockets on his jacket. Finally he said, “Stewart, I don’t remember telling you about the promises I made to my wife.”

  “Oh, you didn’t. But I know you Max, and I know you made her promises when she was dying to take care of the kids and I bet she gave you a list of how to do it too.”

  Max laughed, “Oh thank God, I thought you were crawling around in my head!”

  Stewart looked sideways at Max and asked, “How do you know I am not? It’s my job after all, to ferret out the truth. I’m a modern day Sherlock Holmes about this kind of thing.”

  “Sure Stewart, and I am your Watson, no problem.”

  “So what about Ruben? That guy is creeping me out lately.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He has something, some other power and he doesn’t seem to want to talk about it.”

  “Well, he hasn’t confided in me. Maybe I should ask Bill?” Max said.

  “Yeah, if he has told anyone it would be Bill.”

  “Hey Stewart slow down a bit, there are zombies up ahead.”

  “On the road? I don’t see them.” said Stewart.

  “No, I think they are away from the road, but about a mile ahead of us.” They drove by a sign stating that Jacksonville was two miles ahead.

  “We are almost to the point where we turn off to get on highway 1 aren’t we?” Stewart asked.

  “I think so, Bill said it was through Jacksonville though. Slow down, the zombies are close to the interstate up here, probably by this exit.” The highway slowly rose above the four lane street the exit led to.

  “Well we should gun it then and get by them quickly.” Despite her words Stewart did slow down a little. Behind them Bill matched her pace, but stayed within ten car lengths.

  “Ah, I guess you’re right, they aren’t close enough to reach us, even if they had cars. I don’t see...Shit!” Max screamed as he saw the yawning abyss in the road ahead. The bridge was missing completely from both lanes of the interstate ah
ead of them. Stewart swerved into the guardrail using it to slow herself down, but the heavy car bounced off of it and flew into the hole.

  Behind them Bill cursed and hit his brakes as he saw Stewart swerve and hit the guardrail, the car fishtailed, with the passenger side door leading the way to the open hole in the road ahead. Ruben, sitting behind Bill, opened the back door, put his hand in the shoulder straps of the back pack bomb and jumped out onto the pavement. The old man grunted as he landed on his stomach hard and started sliding to the brink of the chasm where both of the patrol cars lay in smoking ruin. He stopped with both his legs hanging over the twenty foot drop; the tips of his boots were worn down to their steel toes.

  Ruben stood up, dusted himself off and looked at the ragged hole worn through his fatigues by the slid, his body armor was a shambles, and there were holes and blood around both of his knees, but he would live. Grabbing the bomb he spared only a moment to look at the cars in the crushed rubble where the bridges had been before jogging back down the overpass towards some nearby woods.

  “I hope you aren’t fucking with me.” He mumbled to the voices in his head as he scrambled for cover before the approaching zombies reached the wrecks where his friends were.

  Chapter 35 – Katie

  “You know I think I am crippled without internet mapping.” Katie said while trying to read the sign on the corner through her rifle scope.

  Randy was still with her, he hadn’t left her since the incident at the house. “Well, is that it?”

  “No, it’s fucking not. Why don’t the names go in ascending order or something sensible like that? This is bullshit trying to find an address like this.”

  “We just need a map. Walk back to that Wal Mart and find an atlas or better yet a map of Florida.”

  “I suppose you’re right. I’m just afraid it will be full of zombies.”

  “Not like you can’t take care of them.” Randy said.

  “Sure I can, pop, pop, pop! Then I’ll have three hundred of the mother fuckers rain down on me. No, I have to be quieter than that if I am going to crack skulls.”

  “Let’s go and get this done.”

  “See, Randy? This is why we worked well together, you always took care of the maps and knowing where we were and shit. I’m not that good at this sort of thing.”

  “True, you are lost without me.”

  “Ha-ha. Very funny ghost boy.”

  The two of them walked through the morning gloom, keeping to the yards instead of the street and ready to duck into cover if they saw any sign of movement. It took them half an hour to get back to the big box store. Once there Katie insisted that they watch for another half an hour for movement, and then they approached the building from the side, slithering up to the broken front doors cautiously. Once they were inside the foyer, they looked around the store for signs of unlife.

  “I think it is empty.” Randy said.

  “Looks that way. It’s darker than I thought it would be too.”

  “You still got a light don’t you?”

  “Sure.” said Katie taking out the small Maglite she had found in the Jeep. She turned it on and pointed it around the store, it barely illuminated the gloom.

  “You stay here and I will go scout for maps, give me the light.”

  Katie handed it over and it tumbled to the ground, passing through Randy’s hand.

  “Asshole.” she said as she picked it up.

  “That never gets old.” Randy said with a laugh. Katie could feel him when she touched him, but Randy couldn’t pick things up or move things on his own. This was the second time he had convinced Katie to hand him something.

  “Well it better get old, ‘cause I am tired of it.”

  “What are you going to do? Beat me? Ooh I am so scared!” Randy taunted quietly.

  “Fuck you, ghost boy. Let’s just find a map and blow this joint.”

  “Alright, alright. Where do you think they would be? Automotive or books?”

  “Shit, I was hoping we’d find one next to the cash registers. You know, for lost tourists and stuff.”

  “Oh, yeah, that would make sense.”

  A loud crash sounded from the back of the store, causing both of them to jump. Kate smiled and asked in a low voice, “What the hell are you jumping for? Nothing can hurt you!”

  “Instinct? Force of habit, maybe. Let’s check the cashiers and get the hell out of dodge.”

  They quickly and quietly scrambled through the debris on the floor and made a beeline for the closest register. The fast check-out lanes sporting signs of “20 or less items” didn’t have anything in the way of impulse goods at all, but in the first lane designed to handle a full grocery cart Katie found a whole section devoted to maps. She stood there playing the light over them, while another crash resounded from the back of the store.

  “Is now really the time to be a discriminating shopper? Just take one of each and we can sort them out later.” Randy said.

  “Fine.” Katie grabbed one of every map available and a package of pens and jogged towards the front door.

  Once they were out into the sunlight Katie made a beeline back the way they had come. Randy jogged silently along beside her until she entered a bright yellow house across the street.

  Katie did a quick check of the house, but found nothing. The front door had been bashed in and the glass had been broken out of the patio doors leading into the back yard. Katie finished looking around and then pulled up a stool and sat down at the kitchen island.

  “You know, Randy, it’s funny that I always end up in these nicer houses.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Well I never lived in a house with an island in the kitchen. All the houses I grew up in had that crappy galley style kitchen you could barely turn around in. The best one I lived in had a hole you could pass plates out through to the small assed dining room. Now look at these places? They’re huge.”

  “Designs have changed to more open floor plans, people seem to prefer them.” answered Randy.

  Katie stared at him for a moment and burst out laughing. “Whatever. All I know is when we settle down it’s going to be in a large house with a kitchen that has an island. Hmm, you know an island wouldn’t be bad, would it? Aren’t there islands around here with houses on them? We could just row a boat out and pick a house.”

  “Probably that idea has been thought of already.”

  “First things, first I supposed, let’s see where we are and where this address is.” Katie pulled the check out of her pocket that she had retrieved from the safe and looked at the address. It had both a street address and a post office box number on it. Sorting through all the maps she unfolded two of them and circled the area where she thought the clinic should be on both.

  “Why are you doing it twice?”

  “I want to see which map is easier to read, I think it’s going to be this one.” Katie held up a map that boasted ‘Best Local Street Map’ on it along with the line ‘Published locally!’ “I think the advertisement is actually true, sorry Rand McNally.”

  Using her pen she highlighted the route to the street they were currently on, the generic map of northern Florida, put out by the larger publishing company didn’t look as detailed, so Katie shoved it away from her into the pile of other maps near the edge of the island.

  “How many blocks in a mile?” Katie asked.

  “Eight or nine, I think.”

  “Okay, then we are not that far, a couple miles. This time Randy I am going to do things a little better, I’m going to case the joint first and set up a better getaway plan.”

  “The jeep isn’t that far away.” The two had discussed the benefit of driving it and decided that walking would be more discrete, so they had parked it above the high tide mark on the beach, not too far from where they were now.

  “Definitely the jeep, that thing is awesome. I wish I had owned one before all this went down. I’ll solidify my plans when we see what we are up against, but I think we will
head south from here.” Katie trailed her finger down route 1 along the coast. “We’ll just stick to the coast until we see an island with a house on it, then find a boat and go over.”

  “Sounds so easy. Maybe they will have their own nuclear plant to provide us with unlimited power and a good boat for fishing so we won’t starve.” Randy was smiling when he started talking, but his face quickly turned to puzzlement.

  “What?”

  “I…I, just thought of something disturbing.”

  “Yeah? Like French kissing your sister?”

  “No! Something I hadn’t realized before. Now all the pieces are fitting into place. Katie…I figured it out…I” Randy faded from view, winking out entirely in a few seconds.

  “Randy! Don’t you leave me! Godamn it! What good is an imaginary friend if they keep popping in an out all the damned time? Fuck.” Frustrated Katie gathered up her equipment, which consisted of the duffel bag, her rifle and the map and started for the front door.

  The sound of a car coming alerted her as she got close to the busted down door. “Shit!” Katie knew the zombies could see heat or life force and the best way to avoid their gaze was to get under ground or get a lot of walls, trees, or other vegetation between you and them. Backtracking, she ran out the back door into the back yard. The yard was well groomed with sloping mounds and two very tall willow trees. Katie ran to the highest of the mounds and put it between her and the street by lying down in the tall grass. The steady sound of a vehicle chugging on the street outside let her know when the car had passed. Once it seemed to be beyond her location Katie got up and ran towards the fence to see if she could catch a glimpse of it.

  It turned out to be two vehicles, not one; a large cargo van and a pickup truck, both white, but appearing drab in the overcast light. Both vehicles turned the corner a few blocks further down and Katie nodded, “Yeah, that fucking figures.”

  She silently counted out the street posts between where she was and where the vehicles made the turn and then consulted her map before swearing again. “Looks like our boy is still active.” The count of where the vehicles had turned was equal to the number of streets Katie had to walk down before turning, meaning the vans were going the same place she was. Probably.