by Sue Edge
“It seems a reasonable risk.” Mike said bluntly. “We need solid information in order to make plans. Otherwise we’re just sitting ducks.”
Several heads nodded in agreement, including mine. “Has anyone made the hike before?”
Kaye and I held up our hands, grinning at each other over the memory.
“Oh yeah.” I said. “It nearly killed us but we got there in the end! If you’re keen, I guess you could do it in an hour. The walking track starts about ten minutes up the road.”
I hesitated briefly before jumping in. “I’ll show you the way.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw my teenage daughter giving me an unhappy look. I’ll talk to her later, I promised myself. Nodding, Mike started to speak but was interrupted by a sound that had already become unfamiliar - an engine.
Exchanging surprised glances, we rushed to the balcony. Roaring up the street towards us on his trail bike was the teen boy from down the road. Somehow, he had made it past the zombies around his house and seemed intent on making a break for it.
Heart starting to beat fast, I tried to calculate his chances. Already the zombies in front of our house were spilling onto the road in the excitement of seeing their first human today. With a sinking heart, I realised that the boy wasn’t going to make it. By the time he reached the crest of the hill, the road would be blocked with zombies. With drains and long grass on each side, I didn’t think his trail bike would be enough to evade the zombies.
“He’s not going to make it.” Michele echoed my thoughts despairingly.
“Yes he will.” Mike said quietly, walking up to the balcony with his rifle.
Taking careful aim, he started taking out zombies like ducks at a fair’s target shooting stall. There was no way he could take them all down but I realised, with admiration, that wasn’t his intention. He was creating the smallest of breathing spaces at the edge of the crowd which maybe, just maybe, would allow the boy to slip by. Would the kid even see it? I wondered breathlessly as he skidded past the first of the zombies at the top of the hill.
A zombie fell to the road with a neat bullet hole in her head. Another fell off the road into the ditch. Look, I urged the boy silently, go left, go left. You can make it. To my delight, he spotted the opening, and opening up his throttle, skirted past the zombie horde by riding the very edge of the ditch.
“Yes!” I squealed and clapped like a child as the boy disappeared down the street and over the bridge. Ignoring the zombies beneath us, we cheered and laughed. Mike slung his rifle over his shoulder with a smug smile on his face that said ‘told you so’. I didn’t care. He’d earned the right.
As the others returned inside, I lingered behind for a few minutes, staring after the boy. How the boy would survive out there by himself? Beneath the balcony, the moaning of the frustrated zombies was relentless. More stood on the lawn staring at me while the ones from the boy’s home journeyed laboriously towards us. We were definitely the only party in town now.
“He’ll be fine.” Mike came to stand beside me, resting an arm on the balcony.
“How can you be so sure?”
He shrugged, turning to gaze over the silent, lush valley. “I can’t.”
He was silent for a long moment before continuing. “But I’ve seen that, for every act of cruelty, there are moments that are nothing short of miraculous. And I think it’s about time we scored one for the good guys, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.” I gazed at him with wide eyes, taking in the hardened exterior in which, it seemed, beat the heart of a true romantic. He saw me staring at him and crooked his eyebrow.
“What?
I shook my head. “Nothing, really. Just… that was the most talking you’ve done since I met you.”
“What can I say, I’m deep.”
Snorting, I moved away. “Yeah, well. At least now I can see how a guy like you ends up with a dog like Phoebe.”
“Oh really.” He drawled, eyes narrowing. “And how’s that?”
I grinned cheekily and walked away without answering. He wouldn’t appreciate my observation that he was just a big ball of marshmallow on the inside.
An hour later, backpacks loaded with snacks, binoculars, weapons and a walkie-talkie, we prepared to sneak out the back door. Mike had given me a holster for the gun, into which I had also tucked my stake and parang. A hand fell on my sleeve. It was Michele, looking somber.
“Honey?” I queried.
“Do you have to go, mum?” A pang went through me at the anxiety in her eyes. “Haven’t you done enough?”
I touched her face, warmed by her uncustomary concern for me. “You know me, Michele, I’ve never been good at delegating stuff.”
Grasping her hands, I tried to reassure her. “I can’t just sit back, honey, not as long as my family and friends are at risk. And until we get out of this town or the authorities take back control, then none of us are safe. It’s just something I feel I have to do. Can you understand that?”
“I guess so.” She nodded, still looking unhappy. “I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s freaking me out a bit.”
“Like what?”
“Like… taking risks and stuff. It’s like finding my mum is really Xena.” She said with some disgust.
I threw my head back and laughed. “Don’t worry, honey. When this is over, I’ll go back to being just bossy mum.”
Michele’s eyes crinkled. “I hope so. I don’t think I could handle a bossy mum who can kick my ass!”
“Hey! Watch the vulgarity, missy.”
12
We had really struck it lucky with the design of this house. Having been built into the mountainside, the steep slope and the rainforest growth behind the house had so far proven too difficult for the zombies to negotiate successfully. Mike and I opened the back door and slipped quietly into the tangled shrubbery a few steps away. If all went according to plan, we should be at the lookout in less than two hours. The rain had fortuitously stopped, although the day remained heavily overcast.
Making our way up the steep incline covered in dense rainforest was strenuous work, especially as we needed to move quietly, to avoid any unwelcome attention, unlikely as it seemed in the forest. I sent Mike’s back an irritated look as he moved through the landscape with seemingly little effort and I resolved to work out a whole lot more when this whole mess was resolved.
After ten minutes of going straight up, I was quietly relieved when we headed downhill again towards the road. As it came in sight, Mike signalled to get down low as he scouted the area.
“Clear.” He grunted and walked into the open. I stumbled out of the greenery onto the bitumen, sweaty and itchy.
“You okay?” He asked politely but a slight twitch of his mouth suggested amusement. I glared at him as I brushed off leaves and ants.
“Just fine, thanks. Can we go now, or do you want to talk about the weather, too?”
He raised his hands in surrender and moved off. Walking down the middle of the deserted road was an eerie feeling. The only sounds were those made by insects, the wind and our boots on the bitumen. Normally, this road was busy with walkers, bicyclists and motorists. This close to the national park, we would often hear families talking and laughing in the rock pools that lined the road all the way to the waterfalls. But today there were just the sounds of nature. I didn’t like it.
As the entrance to the national park came into view, we slowed down and proceeded more cautiously. I counted ten cars, which potentially meant ten carloads of zombies. The beginning of the trail was on the other side of the car park so we skirted around the edge of it, sticking close to the forest line.
Mike abruptly stopped me and gestured across the park. At first I couldn’t see anything. A splash of colour caught my eye as the figure of a teenage boy in colourful board shorts emerged from the forest. The vacant stare and the ragged wounds all over his body saddened me. Somebody’s son, a voice whispered in my head.
He lurched into the middl
e of the car park. Behind him, some more young boys emerged. Did they somehow know we were here, I wondered. Had we been too noisy? I stayed very still in the shadow of the trees, breathing shallowly, as the zombies milled on the road for several minutes. Finally, one staggered down the highway and, like sheep, the others turned to follow him.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I gave Mike a ‘let’s get the hell out of here’ look that he picked up loud and clear. We made it to the trail without spotting any more zombies, thankfully. It was a deceptively simple dirt trail which would rapidly become steep and just kept getting steeper. It was going to be hell.
Surrounded by cool rainforest on both sides, we walked up the trail, keeping a sharp ear and eye out. A couple of times, nearby rustling in the shrubbery caused us to freeze but both times, it turned out to be goannas. Bloody big lizards with a tendency to be cranky, they were still hugely preferable to zombies.
After ten minutes, my heart was pounding what felt like a hundred miles an hour. I was sure my face was an unattractive beetroot red but I doggedly pushed on up the dirt track which had become steeper, rockier and twisted with tree roots. Mike paused to send me a querying look. Scowling, I waved him on. The man was a robot.
Finally, the track leveled out and I knew we were almost there. Hallelujah! I was inordinately proud of myself. Not a word of complaint had passed my lips (quite unlike the last time I had done this hike, I thought, which had consisted of me and Kaye whining and moaning all the way). Of course, we hadn’t had the fear of flesh-eating zombies to motivate us, either.
Two hundred meters later, we emerged onto the deserted bitumen road leading to the dam. I stopped, breathing deeply, and pulled out my bottle for a long drink.
“Oh, my god!” I gasped. “Who the hell does that for fun?!”
Mike took a swig out of his water bottle. “You did fine.”
I ignored him, although, in truth, the praise warmed me.
“Which way now?” He asked, wiping a slight sheen of sweat of his forehead and having, it would appear, regained his breath already. I really disliked this guy sometimes.
There were no vehicles to be seen up here. No vehicles - and no zombies. The dam was a sixteen kilometer windy drive from the town below, fortunately. Feeling safe for the first time since this plague hit us, I felt an intense desire to jump, sing and shout at the top of my voice.
We had to walk downhill a while to reach the lookout. It boasted the most spectacular views of our town, from beaches to city to surrounding rainforests. It took my breath away every time. It did not fail to do so now - if for different reasons. All across the city, columns of smoke spiralled into the air, painting a dismal picture.
Seating himself comfortably on the lookout fence, Mike pulled out his high-power binoculars and started a slow survey of the landscape before him. Even without binoculars, I could see long convoys of army vehicles moving along the main roads. It filled me with hope. As long as they were still trying, we had a chance.
After fifteen minutes of Mike’s silent presence, I started getting antsy. What was he seeing? Finally, he put down the binoculars, lost in thought. I bit my tongue with some difficulty.
As Mike turned to me and slowly held out the binoculars, I felt a sudden reluctance to take them. The somberness in his eyes scared me. Toughen up, I scolded myself firmly. Adjusting the focus of the binoculars, I peered at the suburbs below me. The power of the binoculars blew me away even as I stared, horrified, at the devastation before me. The streets looked like they had been hit by a massive storm. Cars dotted the streets, overturned or crashed against homes and trees. The houses stood open, windows smashed, clothes and toys strewn across their lawns.
And everywhere I looked, were the dead. Sometimes only one or two shambled down suburban streets; sometimes a group stumbled after fresh victims. The binoculars were so powerful, I could see the details of the individual zombies, from the torn clothing to the pasty skin and bloody wounds. It was hard to look at them and not think about the living, breathing people that they had been only a day ago. They had laughed and loved, fought and cried. And now the shells of their former lives shuffled forward in an endless hunt for food.
“Check out your seven o’clock.” Mike murmured. As I adjusted the focus again, my stomach sank. Zombies, hundreds of zombies, moving as one unit in the inner city. Where were they heading? Moving the glasses ahead of the mass, I spotted a wall of sandbags near the end of the street and, behind the wall, soldiers. Their slew of weapons poked over the blockade.
As the zombies neared, the soldiers opened fire and tore into them with machine guns and other high-powered guns. The front lines of the zombie horde were ripped apart in seconds. As they fell down, other zombies clambered over their bodies and, in turn, were hammered by bullets. Some collapsed, never to rise, but others staggered on even as their bodies became little more than bloody meat. The horde moved forward with the relentlessness of a mudflow.
I couldn’t look away, such was my horrified fascination. Grenades flew into the approaching crowd of dead. Body parts soared into the air. A torso and head landed on the sandbags, causing the soldiers to rear back in panic. A young man rushed forward and used his rifle to shove it off. I realised, with dismay, that they weren’t even making a dent in the zombie mass.
I heard a distant thumping and, glancing up, saw heavy-duty helicopters speeding in to provide cover for the overwhelmed units. Banking, they came in low and released missiles which flew straight into the dead crowd. Explosions rocked the street. Jamming the binoculars to my eyes again, I saw large gaps in the crowds which, within seconds, had disappeared as if they had never been.
The horde was now only about a few feet away from the sandbag blockade. Panicked, soldiers started to turn and run. Those that stayed ripped desperately into the crowd with their weapons. So many bodies littered the street that the advance of the zombies slowed as they clambered over mounds of body parts. But it didn’t make a difference. The soldiers didn’t stand a chance against an enemy that had no fear - and overwhelming numbers. More soldiers bolted. Silently, I urged the remaining ones to go. I couldn’t bear to watch what was about to happen but I couldn’t tear my eyes away, either.
Finally, as the zombies loomed just beyond the sandbags, the units must have been given the signal to retreat. They grabbed their weapons and ran in the other direction. Then they stopped. I could see the panic on the faces of the soldiers. Moving the binoculars, I realised why. Zombies were filing into the street from the other end, too. The soldiers were trapped. Heart in my mouth, I watched as the soldiers drew together, back to back, spraying the approaching hordes with fire power. Brave as they were, it did them no good. They disappeared beneath the zombies without a trace. A whole unit lost within minutes.
“Oh my God.” I whispered as I lowered the glasses. Turning to Mike, I found myself lost for words. He nodded, taking the glasses back from me. “It’s like that all over the city.”
Peering through the binoculars, Mike continued to talk. “There’s a bigger battle going on in the Edmonton suburbs. There must be a thousand corpses.” He lowered his glasses. “I’m guessing they seriously underestimated the number of corpses they’d be facing today.”
“How could they know?” I replied somewhat bitterly. “The dead horde hasn’t stopped growing since this thing started. How many of us…”
I stopped, unable to finish. How many of us have turned?
He shrugged and answered anyway. “Thousands. Based on what I’m seeing here, I’d guess half of the city’s population is now dead, maybe more.”
I shivered, appalled. I doubted that the army had been prepared to combat a zombie horde of over eighty thousand which had literally sprung up overnight. What would have happened to us if we hadn’t chosen to hide out in a scarcely populated area like Crystal Cascades, I wondered.
“They’ll bring in reinforcements, won’t they?”
Mike shrugged. “Maybe. The trouble is…” He paused.
> “What?” I persisted.
He sighed. “When the big guys realise that standard warfare doesn’t work against an enemy that multiplies like rabbits, they are going to employ more decisive methods. I don’t want to be around when that happens.”
“What decisive methods?” I asked apprehensively.
He shrugged. “Like dropping bombs that will obliterate everything in the vicinity.”
Oh, shit.
13
“Well, great.” I said gloomily. “Like we don’t have enough to worry about. Now I have to keep an eye out for bomber planes in the sky.”
“By then, it would be a little too late.”
“Fine. Assuming this little fantasy of yours is remotely plausible, what do you suggest?”
Mike jumped off the railing and picked up his backpack. “We make a bug out plan. First hint that the army is withdrawing all its troops, we get the hell out of town.”
I laughed, a little despairingly. “We tried that already. It didn’t go too well.”
“The highways aren’t the only options.”
As I followed his retreating figure, I realised he was right. The quarantine could not successfully prevent us from hiking out via the rainforest that hugged the city of Cairns or grabbing a boat and heading out to sea. At least I didn’t think so.
As we neared the start of the trail, my stomach growled embarrassingly loudly. “Um, I think we should eat before we head back down the track.”
“I agree. Noise like that will bring every zombie in the area on our heels.”
“Ha-ha.” I headed for the gorgeous dam which lay ahead of us. “I’m just not a damned robot, like some people. I need food.”
Mike grinned as I stomped past him.
We dumped our backpacks on a picnic table and proceeded to eat our sandwiches in silence. I couldn’t get the image of bombs being dropped on us out of my mind. Just the possibility of it was enough to make me want to pack up my tribe and head for the hills. Literally.