DEAD Series [Books 1-12]

by Brown, TW

  Jody looked around at the group. Not one single person seemed the least bit bothered. A couple had actually sat the dead bodies of a few of the women against a wall and placed their hands over their eyes, ears, and mouth in a twisted parody of “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.”

  “Everybody downstairs now,” Jody said calmly. When nobody appeared inclined to move, he added, “NOW!”

  People jerked and Bill Pitts looked up from the pack he was poking through. All eyes had turned his way, but Jody would not shrink. Instead, he drew himself up taller.

  “I said everybody out,” he repeated with a hint of menace in his voice.

  “What’s your problem?” George challenged, clearly not happy with being told what to do, much less ordered.

  “When did we become these people?” Jody asked, indicating the dead bodies and then pointing to the woman on the floor who was breathing in slow, labored gasps that hinted at a broken rib or two. “When did we become the bad guys?”

  Pitts rose to his feet and Jody was prepared for a confrontation. Instead, the man walked over and stood beside him. After giving Jody a nod to continue, the man folded his arms across his chest and fixed a disapproving scowl on his face.

  “We have seen plenty of this over the years. And sure, these people did something horrible, but is this what we have become now? Because, if it is, you can all count me out. I’ll pack my stuff as soon as we get back, and I will take my family someplace else.” Jody kept his tone hard, but did not yell.

  “And what would you have us do to get information from these people…tickle them?” George asked. “And maybe you forgot that they murdered the people who lived here and then burned the bodies.”

  “We were simply coming for one of our own,” a voice coughed.

  All eyes turned to the figure on the floor at Margarita’s feet. Jody winced at the woman’s face. She struggled to move, but Margarita had her booted foot in the woman’s back. Pitts cleared his throat and she stepped away with a sour twist of her lips that almost looked like a snarl.

  “What do you mean?” Jody asked, stepping forward.

  “A pair of our girls were scouting the area when one of them was grabbed by a couple of men. Her partner followed to this place before returning to get the rest of us. We were simply coming for our friend.” The woman had pushed herself up to her knees.

  “So, you want to explain what was done to our friend?” Jody asked.

  “We were trying to find out where our girl was, and he was the only one left after we took this place,” the woman stated matter-of-factly. “And before you ask, we did not set out to kill everybody when we got here. It just ended up that way once things got ugly.”

  Jody looked around at the bodies of his own group’s recent handiwork before turning back to the woman. “And how did you get in this place to begin with?”

  “A tower full of five men? Really?”

  Jody shook his head. She had a point. But that still did not really explain Danny.

  “And the man you people maimed and put in a cage?”

  “He showed up late for the party, hell, that is probably what saved his life. If he’d been here with the others when we took this place, he probably be just as dead as the others.”

  “Listen…Jan…Sieber is it?” Jody knelt in front of the woman. “You aren’t doing yourself any favors with your attitude. I can only keep these people back for so long. Can you tell me about the women from your group that was supposedly kidnapped and brought here?”

  “Yes, my name is Jan, her name was Angel, and they dumped her in that pit like so much garbage after they did God-knows-what to her.”

  Jody did not know anything about a body in the pit. He looked around and got shrugs in return.

  He considered things for a moment. He glanced over at Pitts, but the man had stayed silent and was offering no help. At last he told everybody to move down to the lower level. Danny was down there with Tracy, and he wanted to have everybody in one place. Also, the time it would take for everybody to get down there would give him time to think.

  Once they reached the ground level, Jody had a couple of the group do a circuit around the tower to see if there was in fact a body. He also had a few others help Tracy carry Danny inside. He did not need the verbal confirmation when he saw the expressions on the faces of the two he sent when they walked back into the turret.

  “I want this woman and Danny separated from each other,” Jody announced. “Set each one up in a store room for now.”

  “Ummm, you want to tell me why?” Danny asked.

  “Because,” Jody announced, making his voice loud enough so that everybody could hear him, “we are going to return to doing things right around here. We have let things go long enough. It is time to start acting like civilized people. I think we are on that edge, and if we don’t pull ourselves back, we are going to fall over and never be able to get back.”

  “What in the world are you babbling about?” Margarita huffed.

  “We are going to have a trial.”

  ***

  Entry Forty-nine—We reach Billings early tomorrow.

  I am determined to do this now. No more waiting…no more stalls. I forced myself to face the truth. For all my desire to do what is right, I am afraid. I don’t really want to die, and I am frightened that this is exactly what will come of this should I pursue it to its conclusion.

  Entry Fifty—They are outside the door.

  I know that there is no escape, but at least I have done what I vowed to do, and that is make sure that Darwin Goodkind never again victimizes another living soul.

  I woke early to reach Billings before the caravan. I was seated by the window in a saloon when the wagons passed by. I quickly followed, doing my best to keep my distance in order to minimize my being discovered.

  It almost made me sick when I watched Darwin Goodkind walk into the nicest inn Billings has to offer. Seriously, each room comes with a tub and your choice of a young man or woman to keep the hot water refreshed as well as scrub you down and a number of other things that do not bear repeating.

  He was greeted at the door by a man dressed in a white suit that looked at least two sizes too small and fell out of fashion six months after Saturday Night Fever hit the big screen. The man had greasy looking black hair and a scar from one temple to the corner of his mouth on the left side of his face that looked like it was put there with a big knife.

  I am telling you all of this because of the fact that I know how this ends for me. I will not leave Darwin Goodkind’s hotel room alive, and if I do, I will be taken someplace and killed there. So, when I finish this entry, I will throw this book under the bed and hope to God somebody finds it besides the people banging on the door right now.

  But, back to Darwin…

  When he entered the hotel, I found the first boarding house I could and checked in. I got cleaned up and then went to the market. Using everything I had of value, I traded for some nice clothes that would get me through the doors of the Billings Grand Hotel.

  Once inside, I strolled with surprising ease into the lounge where I spied Darwin talking to the greasy hotel manager (or whatever the guy is). It was an animated discussion, and in the end, a satchel was pushed across the table to Darwin. He promptly excused himself and exited.

  I followed, making my way up the stairs. I arrived at the fifth floor just as the door was closing. Waiting for a few heartbeats, my hand grabbed the knob and turned it as slowly as I could manage in an attempt to minimize any noise.

  When I opened the door and peeked down the hall, I did so just as Darwin stepped into a room and shut the door. I hurried down the empty hallway and pulled up on one side of the door. I could feel my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest, but my goal was so close that I could taste it.

  I was just trying to decide what to do when the door from the stairwell I had exited flew open to reveal a pair of men who were brandishing spiked bats. A second later, the door at the ot
her end of the corridor opened to reveal two more.

  With no other choice, I kicked open Darwin’s door and rushed inside. He was simply sitting in a chair like he was expecting me. Turns out he was. This is my best attempt at recreating that dialog.

  “When exactly did you start following us? I told my men that it was somewhere around Park City.” Darwin folded his hands in his lap and leaned forward just enough so that I could see his eyes as he peered at me over the tops of his tinted glasses.

  “I’m here to stop you from hurting anymore people,” I finally said, ignoring his casual remark and accurate guess.

  “Oh goody, a crusader.” Seriously, the only thing missing was an English accent to make this guy sound like the evil villain that I knew him to be.

  Pulling my knife, I saw the first glimmer of concern cross his features. But it was quickly erased when there was a solid thud against the door that I was currently leaning against.

  “You will do no such thing, and…you will have the added benefit of dying a painful death for your troubles.”

  Another slam into the door I was braced against caused me to lurch forward an inch or two before slamming back into place. I would not be able to hold these guys off for long, then my eyes made a connection: there was a table just inside the door against the wall to my right.

  I endured another solid thump against the door and then reached over and yanked the table to me, spinning around it and then wedging it cockeyed so that one corner of the table was right under the doorknob and the kitty-corner was just inside the entrance to the small closet on the right hand wall. I knew it would not last for long, but I didn’t need too much time.

  When I turned, knife in hand, I saw the fear in Darwin’s eyes. He was on his feet and had drawn a long slender blade at his side. I was willing to bet he hadn’t had to pull that thing in a long time. It looked awkward in his hands and he wielded it with the uncertainty of a novice.

  My backhand caught him across the face and sent him flying. I was on him in a flash. He started to try and make deals, but I had no desire to hear it and I quickly pulled out one of my gloves and shoved it into his mouth. I heard a couple of teeth break in the process as the large steel studs held up better than his teeth did. A piece of leather wrapped around his head once and tied tight ended all but his gurgles.

  I was not going to have all the time that I wanted to make this animal confess or even really get into detail as to why I was here to kill him.

  I will die knowing that he had no doubts as to what had brought me to his door. Sure, he might wonder which specific person he had hurt was the reason, but his eyes told me that he was aware of his wrong doings.

  I wish I had the time to share more, but the door is giving. They stopped trying to break it in and are now smashing in the top half. I will give them a good fight, maybe take one down on the way, but I know that I will be reunited with my loved ones soon…and that will have to do.

  18

  The Geek’s Girl

  “If we do this, it probably ends with us getting killed,” Sam repeated his stance for perhaps the tenth time. “I say we hightail it outta here and just start over.”

  “I think we have talked about this long enough,” Rob spoke as he stood. “We need to cast a vote, but before we do, is there anyone amongst us that will have a hard time following the consensus of the masses such as it were.”

  Catie didn’t need a vote to know what these people were going to decide. These weren’t soldiers or warriors. They were just people. None of them had any reason at all to take this fight to the person responsible. They’d obviously seen this sort of thing before.

  They would all run and hide, using some sort of excuse like this Erin was too difficult to get to without putting themselves in grave danger. They would slink back into whatever cracks they had oozed out of until somebody else came along to lead them. They would follow for a while until they got their panties in a bunch over something, and then…they still wouldn’t do anything except maybe run away again.

  This world was full of followers but very few real leaders. One of the best leaders she had ever known was dead. The only man she believed worthy of her love had been taken. Somebody had to pay.

  Catie slipped into the shadows. She glanced back just as the vote was being taken.

  “Show of hands,” Rob stage-whispered, “who is for taking the fight to Erin.” One hand rose. His own. “And for getting on with our lives and getting the hell away from here with our skin intact?” Everybody else’s shot up fast. “So be it.”

  Big surprise, she thought as she allowed the shadows to take her into their embrace.

  ***

  Catie moved in the darkness. Her mind drifted back to the last time she had actually been alone. It had been the day that she decided to walk away from that all-female army unit and follow Kevin and his people.

  She had known right away that he was different. However, he only had eyes for Aleah at the time. She didn’t begrudge him that; the girl was a natural beauty. It is not every woman that can lose part of her nose to frostbite and still be gorgeous.

  Sadly for the couple, Kevin would eventually discover that he was immune. And while it was possible that Aleah shared his immunity, the only way to be sure would be if a zombie bit her. Once things settled down after the arrival at Beresford, they had to eventually face the harsh facts.

  Kevin had known long before, but as is human nature, he held on to some hope until the last strands of it were peeled away. When the couple parted ways and vowed to remain friends, Catie had wanted to finally make herself known to this man who had wedged into her heart much like a popcorn kernel between the teeth.

  Something just kept her back. Every time she would start to build up the nerve, some job or another would need doing, and if she was not elbows deep in getting it done, then Kevin was heading it up in some capacity.

  Then the “Heather” thing happened.

  She kicked herself a while for waiting to the point where Kevin felt his only choice for companionship was that silly girl. And that was the perfect way to describe Heather Godwin. Yes, she had her moments, but Heather was a girl. Once the walls of Beresford went up, once the illusion of safety and security had been cast, (because Catie knew that it was nothing more than an illusion as long as one zombie existed) Heather returned to being concerned about her hair, nails, and if a pair of pants made her butt look big.

  It had been a rainy night when somebody knocked at her door. She was not surprised to open it and discover Aleah standing there. They had remained friends over the years. What she was surprised about was the topic of conversation.

  Kevin.

  “Why aren’t you going after him like you do everything else that you set your mind on?” Aleah had asked.

  Catie had not insulted the woman by feigning ignorance. Instead, she had simply stared at her and not said a single word. That had always worked on people in the past. If she sat there and said nothing, then they usually got intimidated and changed the subject. She should have known better than to try that with Aleah.

  “Kevin has never seen me as anything but a soldier. I have been his muscle, I have been his enforcer, and his sheriff. What I don’t think I have ever been in his eyes…” Her voice had faded as she simply could not bring herself to say the words.

  “A woman?” Aleah had no such reservations.

  That had opened a floodgate. The women had cried, laughed, and come to an understanding. The next day was that fateful argument where, out of the blue, Aleah blurted, “Oh, just kiss and get it over with!” Or something to that effect. They had kissed. And in that moment, the world melted away. Their romance had started slow, but it had burned hot and steady ever since.

  Even when they argued, there was something about it that was wonderful. And as the years fell away, it was clear that she had everything she wanted. Only, she began to realize that Kevin still had a hole. When the realization came, Catie almost broke down and cried. Kevin had b
een largely responsible for bringing her home. He had helped her create this safe place for people to live. But how could she not have seen sooner that he needed the very same closure that she herself had craved so desperately all those years ago?

  And that was why she began gathering supplies. On his celebrated birthday (he refused to say how old he was, but Catie believed he might have actually forgotten) she had all their friends come over to say good bye. He was going to have closure in this part of his life one way or the other.

  The trip had been an adventure of its own. In fact, Kevin had started to keep a journal. He said that maybe he would write a book about their adventures. He enjoyed the irony of the idea of being an author of post-apocalyptic fiction during the post-apocalypse.

  As the journey went from weeks to months, the two saw the best and worst of what had become of the country, of humanity. There had been a field in Iowa with bodies stacked like cord wood for no apparent reason. They had walked one stretch of highway where bodies were hung every hundred or so paces—each one with a placard around his or her neck announcing their supposed crime. On the other end of the scale, there had been the wedding they witnessed in the shadows of an old stately courthouse that was a verdant green from the vines that were climbing and wrapping around every surface. There was the morning they woke to a strange sound and watched as a massive herd of buffalo stampeded across an expansive plain. There were all those sunrises, many witnessed as the two simply held hands and took in nature’s beauty. Catie loved sunrise, it was a colorful promise of the potential awaiting in the new day.

  And now, she was alone again.

  Catie moved down one slope and followed the banks of whatever river ran through this area. She could hear the sounds of the camp as she drew closer and closer. People were going about their night with the blindness of sheep trusting their sheppard.

  Catie pressed herself into the ground when she reached the edge of the faint and flickering shadows created by this many people camping on an open parade ground. While they did not have bonfires or anything of that nature, there were a few lanterns or torches lit inside a handful of tents. Those would be the people who considered themselves to be in charge. Leaders that gave themselves a different set of rules than what everybody else was expected to follow.