by Brown, TW
“Yeah,” Sanchez added. “It was a bust. And let’s face it, the world is an easier place to vanish in now days.”
“So you said that you passed Jon and Jamie?” Teresa asked, changing the subject back.
“Yeah.” Jake nodded. “They’re gonna do a sweep as well as make sure that all the noise doesn’t bring another mob of those things stumbling into camp.”
“Sarge said that they will probably be a day or two away from camp,” Sanchez informed us, kneeling down beside Thalia and Buster. “¿Te extranjaste tu perrito?”
“Sí.” Thalia’s head popped up at the sound of her native tongue. Then, a flood of words came out of which I understood nothing. A twinge of jealousy shaded the edge of my heart as I watched the two converse in Spanish.
“What do we do now, boss?” Jake was standing beside me and Melissa was giving me a raised eyebrow which meant that somebody had likely asked that question at least once already.
“Suit up in protective gear.” I shook off the unpleasant feelings…sort of. “We’ve got some burning to do.”
***
“Can I throw in the flare?” Emily stepped up beside me as I stared down into the writhing mass in the trench. We’d been hauling, shoveling, and scraping up bodies all day and Brad and Jake had just finished dousing them. The acrid smell of fuel—kerosene, diesel, and gasoline—battled with the stench of rot from the dead.
“What?” I know I heard her, but I was admittedly shocked by the request.
“I want to throw in the flare,” Emily stated very matter-of-factly.
I looked down into the trench at all the faces that stared up at me. Mouths opened and closed, teeth gnashed. Then there were the sounds. I looked back to Emily who was staring down as well. Her expression wasn’t blank, but I honestly couldn’t read what she was feeling. Was this the new world equivalent of licking the beaters after the batch of chocolate chip cookies had been mixed? I didn’t think so. There was something else going on. Then I saw him.
Standing in the midst of the zombies that had crossed the open field and fallen into the trench was a zombie that could be none other than Randall Smith, Emily’s father. His dress shirt was a shredded mess and his body had been feasted upon. His insides had been torn out long ago and only dried bits could be seen flapping from the edge of the hole. His tie had actually tightened to the point of severely constricting his throat so severely that I doubted he could actually swallow anything. His dead eyes looked up at me and Emily with absolutely no recognition.
Then I began to notice a few soldiers in the midst of the truly dead as well as those still moving around down in the trench. I couldn’t swear that I recognized any of their faces, but I couldn’t swear that I didn’t either. However, I did recognize Randall Smith…and so did Emily.
“Do you know how to light it?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
I handed the red stick to her and watched as she moved just a little closer to the edge. Where the hell were Teresa or Melissa when I needed them?
“Emily?” I moved beside and shifted my crutch out of the way so I could put my arm around her. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do this?”
“I’m sure.” She looked back down into the trench of writhing, clawing, fuel soaked zombies. “But now I also know he won’t be coming back anymore.”
I was speechless. What the heck am I supposed to say to a ten-year-old girl who is staring down at the zombified version of her father? And then I realized what that look was on her face.
Surrender.
“Em?” I cursed my leg and inability to kneel down and look this little girl in the eyes. Instead, I tucked my curled index finger under her chin and tilted her face up to me. “Do you know that I will not leave you?”
“But you did just a few days ago.”
Ouch!
“Yes, but I did it because I had to lead a bunch of those things away so they wouldn’t hurt you,” I tried to explain.
“But they came anyways.”
I was beginning to doubt the whole ‘ten-years-old’ thing. She was verbally running me off a cliff. “Yes, they did. And I’m sure there will be more, but I will protect you. I’ll take care of you for as long as I live.”
“Do you think he would try to eat me?”
“Yes, Em, yes I do,” I said sadly.
She turned back to the pit and stared silently. Then she knelt. My heart rate jumped by about thirty or forty beats.
“Dad?” Emily called.
The zombie of Randall Smith continued to push and shove with the others. He showed no more or less interest in his daughter who stood above him than any of the others. So I stood there, arm around Emily, and waited for her.
“Dad?” Emily called again, the strain of holding back tears causing her voice to sound a bit strangled. “Dad, it’s me, Emily. I want you to know that I’ll be okay, Dad. Steve takes good care of me, and Thalia is just like that baby sister you and mom promised but never had. I love you, Dad. And I hope it’s okay with you, but I’m gonna let Steve be my daddy now. And if he gets married to Melissa, then I’ll probably let her be my mommy. So…I guess that’s all. I love you great big lots of bunches, Dad!”
I remained still, not sure if she was done or not, then, Emily pulled the ignition cap of the flare. The stick came to life in a blinding white flash. She tossed it and we stepped back as it arched in the air then disappeared past the lip. There was a sizzling sound then a ‘whoosh’ as the fuel-soaked creatures caught.
We both pulled up the eucalyptus oil-soaked bandanas that Dr. Zahn had given everybody. Emily leaned against me, her head nestled into my side. It was the most bonding moment I’d ever experienced; which is a bit sad when you think about it. All my life I’ve been content to hover in the middle of mediocrity. I lived in anonymity when there were people all around probably just as alone…as lonely as I was. Hell, my closest friend was a Bassett Hound. What does that say about me as a person? I rescued Thalia, but I never knew—and still don’t know—her mother’s name.
I’ve been given—we’ve all been given the chance to start over. I think I know why the movie and book versions of the zombie apocalypse had such a following. It was the fantasy of breaking free from a life void of real meaning and purpose. It was a chance to start over and reinvent yourself. Nobody could be sociopathic enough to wish death on such an enormous level. It wasn’t about the zombies at all. It was about re-birth and renewal. No different really than the Christians who wait for Rapture. In fact, I seem to recall a series about just exactly that called Left Behind or something. It was humanities last chance for redemption. Huh. Look at me…all philosophical and junk.
“Dad?” a quiet voice said from beside me. I may have started just a little. “Dad?” Emily tugged at my hand this time.
“Yeah, sweetie?” I tore my eyes away from the wall of flames and black smoke that rose before me.
“Are you gonna marry Melissa?”
“Can you keep a secret that nobody else in the whole place knows yet?” What the hell was I thinking? Asking a ten-year-old girl if she could keep a secret?
“Uh-huh,” Emily nodded vigorously.
“I asked her and she said ‘yes’ just yesterday.” Wow, had it really only been one day? “We’re gonna announce it at dinner tonight…so no fair tellin’ anybody!”
“Not even Thalia?” She drew that name out almost long enough to match her enormous smile.
“Not even Thalia.” That answer seemed to be very satisfactory, which I don’t pretend to understand why. “Now, let’s go find Dr. Zahn.”
“Are you gonna tell her about my daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie, I am.”
“Dr. Zahn is gonna be sad.”
“Yes.”
“Are you sad?”
“I—” I had no idea what to say. I searched my feelings and was a little disappointed in myself when I realized that I’d written Randall Smith off for dead a long time ago. Therefore, I guess I’d already
grieved his loss at some point. That, or I was just getting way too used to people I know dying. “I’m sad for you, sweetie,” I finally answered.
“Can we put a cross with his name on it next to the others?” Emily asked as we turned away from the trench and headed toward the stream where the doctor was supposed to be. She and Brad had decided to go try their luck at fishing.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
***
“…and as soon as that fire burns down, I want that last section dug out,” I said.
Everybody was seated at the long table that we’d set up in the lobby. This would be where we ate our meals and discussed all matters pertaining to the group.
“I’ve got something,” Jon said, and stood up. “I think we need to be doubled up on the watches for the next week at least. While the smoke doesn’t seem to attract zombies, all the gunfire might bring more. Plus, the smoke might bring survivors which we all know can be a mixed blessing.”
“Sounds good,” I nodded. “We’ll start tonight.”
“Also, Sanchez gave me the inventory numbers and I have some bad news…we used up almost our entire stock of ammunition.”
Everybody at the table took a second to process that latest bombshell. Personally, I hoped we started running as low on bombshells as we did shotgun shells. I’d had quite enough.
“Okay,” I clapped my hands and looked around at everybody. “Anything else?” Nobody spoke. “Very well, then I have a little something to announce.” I glanced at Melissa who smiled and nodded. “As you all know, Teresa is expecting.” There was a murmur of acknowledgment and some polite clapping. “We will be welcoming life into our lives for a change instead of death. Well, I’m happy to say that she will not be alone in her maternity. Melissa is also pregnant.” A loud round of cheers and applause erupted. I accepted the back slaps and waited until all the hugging and such heaped on Melissa died down.
“However, I have another announcement,” I raised my voice to get everybody’s attention again. “Jon, on a ship, the captain has certain functions he can perform. Since you are the senior enlisted man, that sorta puts you in that role here.”
“Whoa, Steve,” Jon help up his hands. “I think it’s been established that you are the leader here.”
“Okay, good,” I nodded and smiled. “Now, shush! I’ve asked Melissa to marry me and she’s said yes! I would like you to officiate the ceremony.”
Then the room just got silly. You’d have thought that I’d just announced that all the zombies had fallen over and stayed dead for good. There was a wall of noise that I couldn’t talk over, so I sat quietly and waited for everybody to settle back down.
“So,” Dr. Zahn stood, “when will this event take place?”
“Well…” I glanced at Melissa, we hadn’t really decided on the when. Honestly, we hadn’t had the time to discuss it.
“Thirty days,” Melissa spoke up. “Thirty days gives us enough time to organize this. I realize that we won’t be able to do anything super extravagant, but I’d like to at least put a little something together. Plus, Dr. Zahn said that Steve might be using a cane by then if he continues to rehab as well as he is.”
“That’s excellent,” the doctor nodded. “Then I’d like to see Messers Beebe and Sanchez before they leave for their supply run tomorrow.”
I let the conversation continue, my attention turned to Thalia and Emily. I searched their faces for a response to all this excitement. Thalia was staring down at her plate and Emily was leaning in close, whispering in her ear. Something was definitely wrong. Thalia kept shaking her head.
I pushed back from the table and Jamie, who was a few seats down, did the same. As I got up on my crutches, he moved to intercept me.
“Do you have a second?” Jamie whispered in my ear.
“Umm…” I glanced over at Thalia. Emily was still leaned in close, whispering. “A second is about all, then I’ve got something I need to take care of.”
The two of us went out to the porch, leaving the noisiness behind. The sun was setting and a chill in the air reminded me that we were about done with summer.
“Okay, what’s up?” I rotated around. The look on Jamie’s face wasn’t good. Oh, no…
“This,” Jamie pulled his sleeve up, revealing a near-perfect bite impression on his forearm, just above the wrist.
“Damn.” Of course there were a number of other thoughts going through my head. Not the least of which was… ”Teresa?”
“Not yet.” Jamie shook his head. “I couldn’t until we—” His mouth snapped shut and he just stared at me with an emptiness that made my heart hurt.
“How?” I asked, not that it mattered.
“In the woods, “ Jamie said with a sigh. “I was setting a trip-wire. All it was was a head! Just a fucking bodiless head under a bunch of leaves and crap.”
“When?” I was fishing now.
“This morning.”
“Then you might be immune,” I offered hopefully.
“I feel like crap,” Jamie shook his head. “My skull is throbbing and I can’t keep anything down,”
“But dinner—”
“Buster was under my chair.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“The woods,” Jamie said with an ominous finality. “You took that other group down out in the woods. I think it would be best if you and I slip out. Then we can deal with this…away from the others.”
By ‘the others’, I know he meant Teresa. Which brought the thought slamming into my chest. I would have to not only kill Jamie, but also tell Teresa what had occurred. Once again, a terrible decision was heaped onto me.
“So?” Jamie was insisting. I hadn’t heard him because of being so wrapped up in myself. I took a deep breath and told myself that this wasn’t about me.
“I’m sorry, Jamie,” I forced myself to snap out of the beginnings of a wave of self-pity. “The only concern I have is my ability to move. Perhaps I can talk to Jon—”
“No,” Jamie snapped. “We’ve been through too much. Don’t send me out there with a stranger.”
“But I can’t just go stomping around in the woods,” I protested. “Surely you must realize—”
“Then take me out to that last campsite,” Jamie pleaded. “Nobody has to know where we are, and it’s not like somebody will come there looking for us.”
“Okay,” I conceded. “But I will tell Jon where we’re going. With how things have been lately, I’m not gonna just go traipsing off with you and not let somebody know where I’m at.”
“Fair enough.” Jamie nodded.
“Go get a small knapsack.”
“What should I bring?”
“Rope, a handgun, enough food and water for overnight, a flashlight, and something warm, it’s been getting chilly at night.”
Jamie nodded and left me standing there wondering what I was going to say to Teresa. How could I explain to her that I’d taken the father of her child out into the woods to shoot him like Old Yeller? I decided my best course of action would be to find Jon and just go. I’d have to worry about this whole thing, one step at a time.
***
“What the hell are you thinking?” Jon was livid.
“He doesn’t want to die in front of everybody, what’s not to understand?” I shot back.
“You’re in no condition—”
“I know that,” I interrupted, already very aware of the validity of that argument. “But we’re gonna take the trail to number thirty campsite and wait it out there.”
Jon paused on his side of the picnic table where I sat. I could see his concern, and it was warranted…to a point. But I’d seen the look in Jamie’s eyes. He didn’t want to be sitting there, dying with a man who, while not exactly a stranger, didn’t share as deep of a bond. That was when I realized just how tightly knit that small core of us were. Jon and his men had only been with us for a couple weeks and this was a very intimate and personal moment that he had asked me to partake in
.
“Tomorrow evening,” Jon finally said. “If I don’t see you by then, I’m coming.”
“Fair enough.” I nodded. It was just in time as I could see Jamie making his way to the picnic grounds. “Now, just keep Teresa off our ass. I’ll tell her tomorrow when I get back.”
“Better you than me.” Jon patted me on the shoulder and left. He met Jamie on the way and the two had a brief exchange of some sort. Probably commiseration, I thought as I got up and waited for the young man.
Once he reached me, we headed down the trail in silence. There wasn’t much to say, really. Besides, I had enough trouble navigating the trail on crutches. Trying to talk at the same time was just asking for it. Eventually, we reached the campsite. It was little more than a clearing cut into the lush forest with a picnic table, a concrete bordered fire pit with a black, slightly rusted grill, and a useless post with a covered electrical outlet and a water spigot. This site was the farthest from the visitor’s center, probably about a mile up a slightly rolling and winding trail that would likely be overgrown within two years’ time.
“Remember camping as a kid?” Jamie asked as he set the knapsack on the picnic table and unloaded its contents. “I used to go with Aaron, Billy, and Joseph all the time. It seemed like as soon as one family got back, another would leave. Now that I think about it…I’m pretty sure our families planned it that way to keep us busy all summer.”
“Nine years ago,” I said as I sat down at the table. “That was the last time I think I went camping. It’s funny, I always meant to go, but just never cleared my calendar.”
“Eleven times.” Jamie popped open a canteen and took a drink.
“Huh?”
“Most times in one summer that we went camping,” Jamie spoke with a bit of nostalgia slipping into his voice.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, we actually pissed off our football coach because we went the week before the season started.”
Then we both just sat there and let the silence of nature fall over us like a blanket. Jamie went over to a tree and sat against it. When his eyes closed, I pulled out my .45 and set it on the table, then covered it with the empty knapsack.