by Jon Schafer
“We’re already sending everyone we come across to you, so what’s the problem?” the Commandant asked.
“But the main focus is on the Malectron, sir,” Cage replied. “All of our resources are being put into that instead of finding someone who’s immune. What I’m asking is that we actively search for more people who are resistant to the HWNW virus. There’s a Doctor Connors here at the facility, and she needs at least one more test subject. She’s on the verge of coming up with an anti-virus that would eradicate the dead instead of controlling them, sir.”
“I haven’t heard about this,” the Commandant said as he wondered if the reports coming in to the Joint Chiefs were being edited to skew their decisions. “But you have to understand that a weapon will always receive more funding and resources than a cure.”
“I know that, sir. All I’m asking is that you help us find more people who are immune to the virus,” Cage repeated.
After a pause, the Commandant said, “I can do that, Major, but I have to tell you that you are way out of line by jumping the chain of command.”
Accepting the reprimand, Cage said, “Thank you for your help, sir. We appreciate anything you can do for us.”
He started to say more but the line dropped. He said to Fagan as he took off his headset, “Well, Staff Sergeant, we’re not up on mutiny charges, but I don’t know how much your buddy the General is going to help us. He didn’t sound too thrilled about the whole idea.”
“Mutiny is for the squids and the jarheads,” Fagan said with a laugh. “Eastridge is a good man and he’s straight forward. I’m sure he’ll do the right thing. If he was going to have us arrested or anything, he would have told us.”
“So what do we do about Hawkins?” Cage asked.
“From what Lieutenant Randal told you, he’s planning on sending a wave of Z’s through that little group of survivors they came across at the chicken processing plant to see if they can breach the fence,” Fagan said. “We can’t let that happen.”
“We could take Hawkins out,” Cage proposed.
“And be executed?” Fagan asked. “No thanks. I didn’t make it this far to hang.”
After thinking about it for a minute, Cage said, “I have an idea. It won’t stop him but it might buy us some time.”
***
Doctor Hawkins ran his right hand lightly over the top of the black box lying on the table as his left adjusted a dial on its side. Considering Tesla’s theory, he quoted aloud, “Alpha waves in the human brain are between 6 and 8 hertz. The wave frequency of the human cavity resonates between 6 and 8 hertz. All biological systems operate in the same frequency range. The human brain’s alpha waves function in this range and the electronic resonance of the earth is between 6 and 8 hertz. Thus, our entire biological system – the brain and the earth itself – work on the same frequencies. If we can control that resonate system electronically, we can directly control the entire mental system of humankind.”
He twisted the dial to seven hertz, “So I’ll just split the difference.”
Telling his assistant they were ready, he moved out of the twenty-foot square, glass enclosed testing area. He watched with clinical interest as a woman was brought in and handcuffed around one of the table legs. She looked at him in wide-eyed fear but couldn’t voice her terror since she was gagged. She pulled her wrists and tried to twist them loose of the handcuffs that held her, but all she managed to do was make them bleed.
So much the better, Hawkins thought.
When his assistant had cleared the room and secured the door, Hawkins asked, “You made sure the table is secure, Jim? We don’t want another incident like last time when the test subject broke free and ran around.”
“Yes, doctor. It’s been reinforced.”
“And the device is secured to the table?” Hawkins asked.
“Yes, sir,” Jim answered.
“Good, good,” Hawkins said. “Then let’s begin. I’m going to power up and then you can let them in.”
Slowly twisting a dial on the consol in front of him, Hawkins felt the hair on his body stand up by the field given off from the Malectron. Gazing through the shatterproof glass of the testing area, he could see that the woman felt it too as she shook herself.
Looking at a power gauge, he saw it to be at an acceptable level. Then turning to his assistant he said, “Open it.”
Jim pushed a button on the console and they both heard an audible click as a magnetic lock was released. On the far side of the room, a steel door burst open and the first of a dozen dead staggered into the room.
They looked around as if in a daze for a moment before spotting the woman. Whining noisily when they saw food close at hand, they pushed each other out of the way as they made a beeline for her. With outstretched hands and saliva rolling down their chins, they were only feet away from where she cringed when they suddenly stopped as if they’d hit an invisible wall. Moaning as if in pain, they backed off and tried to move forward again, only to be repelled again by the field put out by the Malectron. They slowly circled the table as they reached out and clawed the air at what was keeping them away. The woman’s face was red as she tried to scream through her gag.
In an excited voice, Hawkins said, “We’re getting excellent results, Jim. That’s one hundred percent of the dead being driven away. I’m going to turn up the power now. Make sure you take good notes.”
“Yes, Doctor,” his assistant replied as he picked up a clipboard.
Slowly twisting another dial on the control board, Hawkins watched in triumph as the dead staggered away and shrunk against the walls, moaning and thrashing about.
“It’s more powerful than I thought,” he said aloud.
Turning the dial the other way, he saw the dead quickly recover and move towards the woman. Slowly twisting it back and forth, he could see them alternately attracted and repelled. He noted that the test subject had passed out, but it didn’t matter. With the blood running down her arms from where she’d struggled against the handcuffs, the dead would be attracted to her if she were a lump of wood.
After five minutes of this, during which the woman came to and passed out again when her eyes focused on the horrors around her, Doctor Hawkins said, “I would conclude that our test is a success.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Jim said. “With the exception of the attraction factor and testing the remote unit, we’ve run the second generation Malectron through its paces.”
“We definitely need to field test it,” Hawkins said thoughtfully. “In this kind of closed environment, we won’t know if the dead are attracted by the device or the food.”
He turned away from the room where the woman had regained consciousness again and was screaming against her gag, and asked, “Is everything ready at the processing plant?”
Looking at his notes, Jim said, “Lieutenant Randal is set to discover the survivors at eight o’clock tomorrow morning. I’ve already put one of the devices in a backpack that will go with the supplies he’ll give them. There’s a slight hill a few hundred feet away from there where we can observe the experiment.”
“Good job,” Hawkins said, then asked, “And the unit here at the base is still working?”
“No problems so far,” Jim answered. “As you know, it’s the first generation, so it doesn’t throw off as much of a field as what you’ve built now, but it keeps most of them away.”
“Excellent,” Hawkins said before turning back to look into the test chamber. After a moment of thought, he asked, “Do you think we should go ahead and do a trial here on the attraction value?”
After studying the dead as they circled the woman, Jim replied, “I don’t see why not. It’s really not a long run for them, but we can judge the distance and speed they need to reach their target and compare it with the other data we have on how fast they move. It should give us an idea as to whether they’re attracted to the food or the Malectron. We can study their behavior after they’ve finished with their meal and see if they stay
around or go looking for more food.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Doctor Hawkins said as he twisted a dial and watched as the dead were pushed back against the walls. Flipping a switch, he then watched as they rushed in.
After calling in two of the guards to exterminate the dead when they were done, it took Jim an hour to clean up the mess.
***
It was noon when Staff Sergeant Fagan drove through the gates of the compound with the last of the people from the processing plant. As he stopped in front of the tents that had been set up for refugees, he said to Cage, “Hawkins is just going to find more survivors holed up somewhere to run his experiments on, and next time, we might not be able get to them before he does.”
“I know,” Cage replied, “but at least this bought us some time. Lieutenant Randal is dragging his feet looking for more survivors, and hopefully the Commandant will come through and find us someone who’s immune.”
He was about to get out of the truck when Fagan asked, “How do we know we don’t have someone around here who’s immune?”
Cage laughed and said, “The only way to know is to get bitten and live through it.”
Shuddering at the thought, Fagan shut off the engine.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The Happy Hallow Insane Asylum:
Coming around a curve in the road, Tick-Tock studied the low wrought iron fence and the building beyond as he thought that it didn’t look like any nut house he’d ever seen. With its high gables and the huge pillars holding up its front porch, he thought it looked more like a Victorian mansion. Rectangular in shape, it was a two story, monolithic structure painted a bright white that gleamed in the sun. And while beautiful in design, he saw that the dead could easily overrun its fence if they showed up. The best thing he noticed about the building was that storm panels covered every opening on the first floor.
“Home, sweet home,” Grimm said from beside him.
“This is it?” Tick-Tock asked.
Grimm laughed and said, “You were expecting stone walls with barbed wire at the top and guard towers?”
Nodding at the fence, which only stood five feet high, he said, “I was hoping for a wall that was a little more secure.”
She pointed to its gleaming surface, saying “I have a bug sprayer filled with cooking oil and we coat the fence every few days. It keeps the dead from climbing it. We’re off the main road, so we only get a few of them coming through here.” She touched her scythe and added, “And those I reap.”
As they reached the gate, two people came out of the house to greet them. In her early teens, the girl wore a white dress over a blue paisley shirt while the boy was dressed in blue pants and a striped shirt. Both wore red fright wigs and had white makeup on their faces except their noses, which were painted bright red.
“Who in the hell are they?” Tick-Tock asked.
Grimm laughed and said, “Don’t you know? That’s raggedy Anne and Andy. Our motto here is: If the wind blows your dress up, stand where it feels best.”
Now it was Tick-Tock’s turn to laugh.
Judging by the fence, the house and its lack of prominent guard posts, he decided this was a low-security facility. He’d been slightly worried when Grimm told him it was an insane asylum, so he was relieved to find it was only a place where rich parents sent their slightly weird, adult children.
“We have to stop at the gate,” Grimm told him. “We can only go through one by one.”
“Why’s that?” Tick-Tock asked.
With a small smile, Grimm said, “You’ll see.”
As they neared the entrance, Tick-Tock noticed that the ground had been churned up. Asking Grimm about it, she told him, “My children have been through here twice in great numbers.”
“The dead?” Tick-Tock asked as he looked around as if expecting to be rushed by a hoard of them.
“The one and only,” Grimm answered. “Like I said, there are millions of them massed on the other side of town. They move through here all the time, but it’s always been smaller packs heading east. When they find they can’t get in, most move on. The rest I bring home. My biggest concern is that they’re merging now into one huge group and might come back this way.”
“And if that happens?” Tick-Tock asked.
“You’ll die,” Grimm said in a simple voice.
As they approached the gate, they turned onto a perimeter road and stopped, leaving the other vehicles lined up on the main drive. Grimm yelled that everyone needed to get out of the vehicles and could only enter one at a time after being checked by Igor. She then pulled an MP5 machine gun from beneath the seat.
“I thought you used that?” Tick-Tock asked as he pointed to the scythe.
“Sometimes I reap from up close, sometimes I reap from afar,” she told him.
As Grimm was getting out of the wagon, Steve approached her and asked, “What are we getting checked for?”
She gave him the same answer she gave Tick-Tock, “You’ll see.”
“If it’s for weapons, we won’t give ours up,” he told her.
“Nor would I want or expect you to,” she answered.
He looked to Tick-Tock for some kind of explanation, but he only shook his head to let it go as he jumped down from the wagon.
“What about the vehicles?” Steve asked Grimm.
“We’ll bring them in later,” she told him. “First, Igor has to do his security check.”
“Just go along with it,” Tick-Tock told him as he rounded the back of the cart. “I think I know what’s going on.”
As Grimm went to join Igor at the gate and explain how they had to enter, Steve asked his friend in a low voice, “What in the hell is going on?”
“Igor’s looking for someone,” he answered. “Just watch.”
Igor took off his cloak to reveal that he was armed with pistols in shoulder holsters and at both hips. As he turned, Steve could see that he also had two at the small of his back in a double holster. After taking a moment to study the man - the boy - Steve corrected himself, since he couldn’t have been more than seventeen, he decided Igor wasn’t anyone to screw with. Muscular and built like a fireplug, the kid looked like he could bench press a bus. He decided that if Igor wanted to play some kind of game, it might be best to go along for now and keep him happy.
Grimm got everyone into a single file line as Igor went to open gate. After undoing multiple locks and chains, he slipped inside and shut it again quickly. Reaching into a metal ammo box, he pulled out a can and opened the gate only wide enough to admit one person as he waved the first of them through. It was Sean, and as soon as he slipped through the narrow opening, Igor lifted the can and sprayed the air all around it. A mist of red paint filled the air for a few seconds before he slammed the gate and peered intently for a moment before waving the next person in to repeat his security procedure.
Steve and Tick-Tock watched as Sean stopped him and said something in a stern voice. They were too far away to hear what it was, but Igor obviously took offense because he raised his can and sprayed it in Sean’s face. Sean dropped to the ground, and they could hear him as he wailed about being blinded. Raggedy Anne and Andy thought this was hilarious and flopped and flailed their arms and legs as they danced around him in a circle.
After he and Steve were done laughing, Tick-Tock explained, “I’ve seen this kind of behavior before. Igor’s trying to tag the invisible man with spray paint to keep him out. Sean must have pissed him off, so he tagged him instead.”
Steve laughed as he asked in wonder, “What in the hell have we gotten ourselves into now?”
“They’re harmless,” Tick-Tock told him. “Low grade delusions and paranoia. I used to work at -.”
“Bellevue.” Steve finished for him. “I know, I read your personnel file.” After a moment’s thought, he asked, “Any of it rub off on you?”
“I didn’t go nuts,” he explained. “I’ve always been crazy. I just go normal from time to time.”
*
**
When everyone was through the gate and settled in the numerous rooms of the mansion, Grimm explained to Steve that they would have to wait for Igor to go to sleep before bringing in the vehicles or he would freak out that the gate was open. Her wagon would stay outside. Before settling into their room, Heather and Steve walked the perimeter to make sure it was secure. Grimm assured them that none of her children had ever made it over the fence, but they had to see it with their own eyes.
They were surprised to see that Grimm and the others had managed to keep the huge rolling lawn leading up to the mansion cut. There were a few trees here and there, but none big enough to hide behind and no shrubbery. Beyond the fence, everything had grown wild until it reached the forest surrounding the asylum. This had been cut back at least one hundred yards in every direction.
Steve noted that this would give them a good field of fire if anything showed up.
When they reached the fence, Heather pointed to the oil soaked bars spaced three inches apart and the six inch spikes at the top of them before saying, “That would be hard to cross even if you were alive.”
“But if there’s thousands of Z’s piling up against it with the ones from behind climbing over them…” Steve left the rest unfinished.
“Point taken,” Heather said. “But maybe we could shore it up somehow?”
Steve shook his head as he waved his arm to encompass the nine square acres the fence enclosed and replied, “It would be impossible, especially if what’s on the other side of Jasper decides to come this way.”
“Do you really believe Grimm about there being a million Z’s over there?” She asked.
“A million is a number that gets thrown around too easily,” Steve told her.
She looked relieved until he added, “My guess is that it’s closer to twenty thousand.”
***
Several days ago, Brain had hooked up a CB they’d grabbed from an abandoned car after they left the railroad tracks. He’d also taken its whip antennae, and the first thing he’d done was to connect everything and try it. For days, as he and Connie bounced along in the truck, all they’d received was static. Steve had not allowed him to broadcast who they were or what their position was, since it might give some other highwaymen the idea to ambush them, so the mike remained hung on its hook.