The Zombie Plagues Dead Road: The Collected books.

by Geo Dell

  From the night he had ended up pressed against her body: The night she had been so excited about the population numbers and stepped so close to him in her excitement, they had both caught each other looking. He would catch her eyes on him and know that they had been there awhile, and she had caught him more than a few times. The thing was, he didn't believe it was an accident at all. Did you accidentally stand too close to someone. Press your body against theirs. Was that really accidental, or was it an invitation? That was what was driving him crazy.

  He heard her before he realized she was there. He jumped and then turned around fast.

  “I didn't mean to scare you,” Janna said.

  “This thing has me on edge, it's not your fault,” David said honestly.

  The silence held for several beats. Janna came and settled in beside him.

  “So where are we?” Janna asked at last. She hated to ask, but it was the question she needed to have answered. A younger woman might wait all night to see if it was answered; a girl. She was not a girl, but she was also not the kind of woman that found herself in these circumstances either.

  “I thought... Wondered where we were myself,” David said.

  “That is not an answer, David.” She locked her eyes with his. Her hand fell on his thigh and set it on fire. He could feel the heat from her fingertips.

  David bit at his lower lip. “I didn't know about you... In that way, and then I did. I had never thought about it: Never, I swear that is true, and then I felt your body against mine and that was it. I knew it and I knew I wanted you.” David managed the words, but could not look at her.

  “I don't want to come between you two,” Janna said quietly.

  “It's not about that,” David said. He showed Janna the joint he had slipped from his pocket. “Try it?”

  “I never have... Is it pot?”

  David smiled. “Home grown, not very potent. We grew some wild. Call it an ice breaker.”

  “I don't know,” Janna said.

  David shrugged. “It could just ease us into an honest conversation... No pretense.”

  “It does that?”

  “It can,” David said.

  “I'll try a little,” Janna said at last.

  David lit the joint, inhaled deeply and then passed it to Janna.

  She took the joint and copied David. A second later she was choking on the smoke. David patted her on the back as she got her breath back. “It's horrible,” Janna said.

  “No... It works... Small puffs, go slow since you have never done it before. Inhale it, hold it a few seconds and then let it go.”

  “I don't know, David.” She said. But the thing was, it had already done something to her. She had a funny warm feeling that was spreading through her body, and the worries she had come into this room with were gone. Not gone, she amended, not so much in evidence. She decided she liked that: Not so much in evidence was a much better way to put it. She looked up when David spoke her name. “What?”

  “You went away a little. You were there and then you were lost for a second. I forgot to warn you that it does that too.”

  She looked at the burning joint pinched between her thumb and forefinger. She took a shallow drag from it, and then passed it to David. She held it for as long as she could and then let it out coughing as she did, but not as bad as she had the first time. The warm feeling spread into her thighs, up into her face. She felt more alive and on the ball than she had in a long time. “I like this pot, David. I do,” She said after what seemed to be an hour. It seemed their conversation had slowed to a crawl and she wondered why. There were millions of things they could talk about. Millions more they could do. She could see every one of those things clearly.

  “I would feel responsible,” Janna said at last, picking her train of thought right back up from where she had left it. “I do feel responsible, even now. I didn't mean for this to happen.”

  He held her face in his hands. He didn't remember touching her, or taking her face into his hands, but it was there. He could feel her flesh. See the flecks of gold in her eyes. Feel the warmth of her body, her breath as it touched his cheek. “But nothing has happened, Janna. Nothing. We haven't even kissed. Some touching. Accidental... That's all it was.”

  “It isn't all,” Janna said. “I don't think it can be all, because I want more... I think you want more.”

  “I do,” he admitted. “I do.”

  He moved forward and pulled Janna into his arms. He kissed her as his hands moved on her body.

  “But people will be hurt,” She said.

  His mouth closed over hers and she gave up arguing.

  ~

  “Come on, come on,” Bobby said. She pulled at Bonnie's hand as they came up to the door that had been fitted into the mineral baths.

  Bonnie smiled and looked up and down the wide rocky passageway.”Someone might come.”

  “That's half the fun,” Bobby told her. She reached down, turned the knob, and pushed the door open quietly.

  The room was lit with a few electric lights, enough to push the shadows back. She began to step into the room before she came to a fast stop, and suddenly began to back up. Bonnie froze for a second, peeked around her shoulder into the room, and then backed out the room quickly. Bobby closed the door as quietly as she could. She looked up at Bonnie, her face red, her mouth a surprise oh of shock.

  “That was Janna,” Bonnie said in a low whisper. “Did they see us?”

  “Janna? Oh, God, that was David with her... I don't think they saw us... I...”

  The door opened and Janna hurried out of the room and stalked off down the wide passageway. Just as they had both begun to wonder if they really had seen someone else in the room with her, David opened the door, saw them both, nodded in embarrassment, and then walked off down the passageway himself. He ran to catch up to Janna. Bonnie leaned back against the rock. “We should keep this to ourselves, after all we don't really know what it was about,” Bonnie said.

  “They were naked,” Bobby said. Her voice was incredulous. “Didn't you see that?”

  “Oh, I saw it... I mean, sometimes, you really don't know what it was about. It wasn't something we were meant to see. We should keep it to ourselves,” Bonnie repeated.

  Bobby pushed the door open. “Well, it's empty now,” she said and smiled widely.

  “After that? I don't know,” Bonnie said.

  Bobby pulled her sweater over her head in one fluid movement. “Well, I'm going in.” She turned and walked away.

  Bonnie laughed. “You are so bad...” She hesitated a moment longer, then pushed inside and let the door close quietly. “Just keep that to ourselves, okay?”

  “Whatever you say,” Bobby told her as she peeled the rest of her clothes off and lowered herself down into the water.

  ~

  “It's been a long couple of days for you, Jessie, sorry for this,” Bob said.

  The barn was empty as Bob lead Jessie into the open area. The hay mow rose above her, hay weeping over the edge. One of the horses whinnied from the stalls, the smell of animals and dung was strong, yet comforting. There was something she liked about it.

  “Hit a horse on the way here,” Jessie said now. “It's how I met Mike.” She looked up at Bob and then around at the barn. Bob stopped at a row of single hay bales, he motioned for Jessie to sit and then sat himself without waiting.

  “I must say, this isn't like you, Bob.” Jessie looked around the barn once more. Her eyes showed a hint of nervousness.

  “I try to be predictable. I watch myself, because as a younger man I didn't always do it. People can get hurt so easily. Lies, half truths, maybe as simple as misconceptions,” Bob said. “One hand doesn't know what the other hand is doing... Was it like that, Jessie? Did one hand not know what the other was doing?”

  Jessie turned her eyes back to Bob from her examination of the barn. “I could say I don't know what you are talking about, but I would be lying, and I won't do that.”

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p; “Well, that's something, I suppose, “ Bob said.

  “That's Hard, Bob. Not a side of you I have ever seen.”

  Bob' face turned grim as he nodded. “I had hoped you would say you didn't know what the hell I was talking about. Maybe even throw fuck in there to really show your indignation... I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was to hear you admit it.”

  “What do you think I am admitting,” Jessie asked? Two spots of red colored her cheekbones. The pockets under her eyes were white, clashing with the rest of her complexion.

  “I think you are saying you planned to take this place away from us. Those of us who built it, founded it,” Bob said quietly.

  “I thought you were with us on it,” Jessie said, every bit as quietly.

  “No... Did you hear that from me? No. Maybe my wife,” he sighed “A lot of treachery has been going around. Did my wife intend to take over with David at her side?” Bob asked.

  “I don't know what you mean,” Jessie said.

  Bob watched her face, but he saw she hadn't known. That or she was a superb liar, and so far she had not been. Hard to think she hadn't known, but it was possible. He reminded himself that even he hadn't known for sure until tonight. He had watched the looks they gave each other for the last few weeks and figured it out. Tonight he had sent a note to David asking him to meet her after dinner, another to Janna asking her to meet him and they had. He hadn't really believed it would work: When it came to being devious he had no experience. Even so, his trick had worked: A simple trick, but it was proof enough for him. He had been close to going into the baths room himself when Bobby and Bonnie had come along and done it for him. He had stood in the shadows of an unused alcove and watched it all happen. It was no longer a maybe in his mind, it was a real thing. It was the reason he was here.

  “Arlene's David?” Jessie asked.

  “Yes,” Bob allowed. He shook his head. “And my wife... Don't know how long it's been going on... Maybe that's why she promised my vote to go along... She told me that you twisted her words, misconstrued what she said, and I had hoped that was true... Up until I caught the two of them tonight, that is. Then it stopped mattering to me.” He drew a breath and scrubbed at his eyes with fisted hands. “I'll tell them, the council. Only fair that you know. You can stay until spring. They'll be angry, but I will see to it that you can stay until spring.”

  “No meeting,” Jessie asked.

  “It isn't up to me,” Bob said. “If there is a meeting it will be to lay it all out, not to take a vote to dismiss us and replace us.”

  “How do you know that,” Jessie said. “A vote might go against you.”

  Bob shook his head. “How can you be so,” He threw his hands into the air. “Callous... He saved your life, and you want to repay him this way. This is not some project here, something we hope will work, these are real people trying to survive... What are they to you, subjects? Pawns to an end?”

  “That's ridiculous,” Jessie said. She started to get up, but Bob dragged her back down none too gently.

  “No? Then what? Don't you owe some sort of explanation to me?”

  “No,” Jessie said. “Now take your hands off me so I can leave or I'll start screaming. See how your reputation holds up to that.” She launched herself from the hay bale and stalked away to the door. Bob sat alone for a few minutes and then went to talk to Mike. Better to get it over with.

  December 9th

  The Greenhouse Project

  Bob Adams

  The plastic panels had been going up all day. A solid foundation had been built: Concrete poured to even the surface of the ledge: Four courses of concrete block built up from there. The aluminum beams were easy to assemble and made a strong wall. The bottoms were bolted into the concrete blocks, the upper frame bolted into holes that had been drilled into the rock. Bolt anchors had been inserted with epoxy resin. The rest was just installing the plastic panels. The aluminum beams had been over thirty-six feet long, so it had just been a matter of cutting them to length and then welding the units together. The arch that Josh had envisioned had been built in, as the beams were originally made to attach corrugated siding to. A curved wall/roof configuration. One of many prefabs building styles. The arch was gentle enough over the thirty foot run so that it was easy to attach and mount the plastic panels in eight foot sections. Add a gasket and a second piece, a third and fourth took them to the top. The last panel was shorter, and Bob was using that top most section to install mechanical vents in. They operated simply by temperature, venting excess heat when needed, closing when they weren't needed. The long rubber strips were pulled from large rolls, measured out, and cut to length.

  Darren and Violet had taken advantage of the heated space and all the extra help to complete their basic dwelling in the second cave. Both projects had gone ahead at full speed over the last few days. The house was up, built into, and protected under the ledge of the same overhang the greenhouse was going up under. The walls were cinder-block, the windows that faced the exterior, glass block. The bathroom and kitchen were in. The cement for the tub walls had been cast. They intended to cover the cinder block with wire mesh and then stucco. Creating a finish they hoped would blend in with the rock that surrounded it.

  The glass block was a perfect substitute for windows. It allowed the light in, but could not be seen through. Besides, Darren had joked, someone would have to be standing a hundred feet off the ground to be able to see inside. They had jumped in with the others to work on the green house for the balance of the day as they were waiting for cement to dry.

  A huge opening had been left at the end of the overhang that lined up with the entrance to the long tunnel and the ramp on the outside that had been built up with earth. It would allow direct access to the entire tunnel and cave system. They had installed two huge, steel doors of the same type that had been used on the barns they had built from kits down in the first valley. The barns had been assembled from several kits put together, so there were a half dozen doors leftover and the hardware to hang them. They had to use straight pieces of steel, but they had set them within the arch of the beams and they worked perfectly. The doors had originally been designed to slide open, but since they were set inside the beams they would not be able to slide. Bob and Tom had built huge hinges from flat steel and welded the doors up to swing open or closed.

  They had used the steel doors frames, stripped the corrugated panels from them and intended to install the plastic sheets in place of the steel. The welder had made quick work of putting up the new hardware.

  What remained now was to finish attaching the plastic panels to the frame work. Out of nearly one hundred panels they had started with, they were now down to just five or six full panels. The full exposure of the greenhouse was a little over one hundred and ten feet long by just short of thirty feet in total height.

  With the arc of the beams and the space the ledge already held under the overhang, it gave them a greenhouse that was over one hundred and fifty feet long by sixty feet in width. The doors capped the end that had been slightly widened so that they could use them to enter the tunnel.

  Bob was working at the top of the structure. The last panel was being bolted into place on the outside as Bob was testing a set of vents and the mechanism that moved them, to make sure they moved properly and operated freely.

  He was not as comfortable thirty plus feet in the air as Ronnie or Mike would be, but he was getting used to it.

  He reached over and tugged at the heavy vent cover that had stuck open, and tried to push it the rest of the way close. It was under tension, twisted slightly in the frame that housed it, and a second or two of looking at it showed him the problem. A small piece of steel slag, left over from cutting the sheet steel to make the vent, had not been ground down. It had caught the edge of the ducting and jammed the vent cover so it could not completely close. He leaned closer to get a better look. The cover was sitting out a good six inches from where it should be seated, and all because of
the small quarter inch bead of slag at the back of the vent duct.

  He rested his hand on the vent cover at the front, and then twisted his body to reach his hammer where it hung at his side. A split second later he was falling. The small piece of slag that had held the lid had broken free with the extra weight of Bob's body as he twisted to get his hammer. The lid slammed down, his hand shot out into air, his body shifted and he tumbled from the ladder almost as if he were performing some sort of graceful diving exercise.

  The small piece of slag hit the stone floor a split second before Bob did.

  The Clinic

  Jessie

  Jessie stepped out of the clinic and tried to catch Mike's eye without coming out far enough for Janna to see her. When he met her eyes, she shook her head.

  It had been no more than twenty minutes ago that Bob had been standing at the top of the ladder finishing up the last vent, and now he was dead. How, Mike wondered, was he supposed to help Janna deal with that. He nodded back and then got up and walked over to her.

  “I've already called Candace, Amy, Lilly, they're on the way. I want her to have support before I talk to her, and, I have another emergency on the way,” Jessie told him. She left him and went back into the clinic. Mike walked back to where Janna sat quietly with Sandy and Susan before he thought to wonder who the other emergency was.

  Sandy had kept Janna distracted so she had not seen Mike get up and go to the clinic door to talk with Jessie. The door itself was out of view from where she sat, but Sandy had seen, she had watched Mike walk over towards the door. She probably knew, he thought, and as if to confirm his suspicions she looked over at him and raised her eyebrows. Mike shook his head. The look on Sandy's face remained the same. She had known.

  Mike heard the huge door to the caves' main area open, felt the cold air sweep past him and turned expecting Candace, Amy and Lilly, but when someone did come into view around the corner it was Craige carrying one end of a stretcher, completely out of breath. Tom brought up the rear in no better shape. Arlene lay on her side on the stretcher, her face a mask of pain. David trailed along beside her looking like a zombie, blood covered his hands, his face expressionless, wooden. Mike leapt to his feet and tried to catch David as the group swept past him, but they hurried past him without acknowledgment or stopping.