Since The Sirens Box Set | Books 1-7

by Isherwood, E. E.

  The talk of Colorado jogged a memory of another family member, his dad's mom. Liam's minor claim to fame—actually he was more embarrassed than anything—was being related to a politician. Grandma Rose ran for, and won, a seat in the US House of Representatives the year before. She wasn't around much—she lived in Colorado—so he knew very little about her other than she sent $100 bills for birthdays for as long as he could remember. His dad mentioned her once recently, while talking to Grandma Marty on the phone.

  I wonder if she'll survive in the Rocky Mountains?

  Liam imagined Colorado would be safer than most places, with its remote mountain ranges and sparse population. He doubted Grandma Rose—a rich politician—would be out in a tent in the mountains staying safe, but if Victoria ever made it home, he might at least ask her to look her up.

  Although he had his doubts about Victoria's travel chances, he opted to say nothing to dampen her spirits. As with the boy earlier, he felt the pang of jealousy, because he didn't want her to find refuge while he labored in the chaos of this city. The ill-feeling passed faster this time. He knew he would be happy for anyone who escaped, especially this pretty girl conversing with him.

  She continued to talk about the details of her life, but he found himself increasingly distracted with worry. His mind was in overdrive to answer the only question of consequence.

  What are we going to do next?

  5

  He snapped back to the present as a priest hovered over Grandma, mumbled a prayer, and put ointment of some kind on the backs of her hands. Her head was slumped over.

  With a bolt, he was back by her side. “Excuse me; my grandma's not dead.”

  I'm 99% sure.

  The priest was an old black man, with white hair and sad eyes. He was in black pants with a black shirt, with only a white collar to give his profession away.

  “Hello, my son. This is just a precaution. She doesn't have long with this plague going around.”

  There was an anger building inside Liam he didn't quite understand. No matter how well-intentioned, he didn't like the idea of this priest essentially giving up on Grandma.

  He stood there and watched the ritual, not knowing what to say or do.

  The commotion must have jostled Grandma awake, and she took things in stride. “Father, please. I'm not dying!”

  Thank God!

  The priest looked at her for a moment, finished his prayer, and departed with a final, “Go with God.”

  Grandma crossed herself. She looked at Liam and Victoria. “Don't let them bury me while I’m napping.”

  She winked at them and began rooting around in the backpack by her side.

  “I wish I could go back to sleep,” Victoria said.

  He thought for a second before replying, “Well, it seems like you had a good night's sleep under this tree. At least until we found you and ruined it.”

  Both of them gave an honest laugh at that.

  “I tell you what I really wish for today—my Bible. I know it probably seems silly and puritanical, but, you know, I like to feel the presence of God watching over me. It always helps me find peace to read through the challenges of all those men and women during ancient times, especially the Old Testament. It makes me feel part of something larger, and not just one woman alone in all this trouble.”

  His mind raced. He wondered if he should say something suave like, “You're not alone anymore,” or if he should just play it chill and say something neutral along the lines of “I wish I could find comfort in a book.”

  Instead, he said, “I'll find a Bible for you.”

  “Oh, no, you really don't have to. I'll grab mine when I go back to my dorm.”

  “Of course.” He felt a little stupid for having made the comment. Anxious to move on, he asked her more about Colorado. He envisioned following her back to her dorm and teaming up with her to get to the airport. Grandma could come along, and they would all get out of the city by way of Colorado.

  What am I thinking?

  Many times over the last couple days he had incidents where his brain betrayed him, either making him too slow, too cocky, or too scared. Sitting here with Victoria, he explored new territory when it came to his mind going off the reservation. It wasn't just that he found her attractive—he found lots of girls attractive, though he was normally deathly scared of making that fact known to them—but with all the tension and stress of the last twenty-four hours, he saw this girl as someone worth his time, and possibly his life. He knew he would do almost anything to save Grandma—but he knew, and she knew, some things would just be the end of her. She wasn't going to magically get out of her chair and run away from a horde of zombies. In many ways, she lived on borrowed time. In contrast, Victoria represented a new-found willingness to lay down his life to ensure such a vivacious girl goes on living, no matter what the personal cost.

  But I've only known her for a couple of hours!

  He admitted that was all the time he needed.

  Chapter 9: Last Rites

  Liam and Victoria had both settled down next to Grandma, as he needed to catch a little shut-eye after his long day. Victoria seemed in no hurry to leave and even offered to watch over them while they slept, which made him very happy.

  It felt like only minutes later when Victoria shook him awake.

  “Liam. Check this out.”

  He opened his eyes to find another priest with Grandma. This time, she was awake and talking animatedly to the theologian. He listened as the man spoke in hushed tones.

  “We must be very careful. The park is filling up too fast.” He looked at Liam and Victoria crouching next to him, “Do either of you know where the Arch service dock is located?”

  “I've jogged by there a couple of times,” Victoria whispered back. “I know it.”

  A runner! I was right.

  Whispering now, the priest gave them instructions to move to the dock after it got dark, and he would be there to meet them.

  Liam heard his message but didn't really understand it until he had a chance to speak with Grandma.

  “That was Father Cahill. I've known him since he was ordained—about the same time your father was born. He was administering last rites on me,” she giggled. “I think he was the third one today! Look at all this oil on my hands. When he saw who I was and realized he knew me, we started talking. That's when he told me he has something he wants to show us. I'm not sure what this is all about, but I trust him with my life. I trust him with my soul.”

  “Did he say I could come too?” Victoria asked, with just a touch of anxiety.

  “Of course, dear. As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you need.”

  He kept quiet, though he felt a faint glow in his heart get just a bit brighter.

  “OK, I'll stick with you guys until they get this all sorted out, and I can walk back to my dorm.”

  They settled back down as the evening wore on. Realizing the danger of showing food or drink in the nervous crowd, they snuck a little food and drank just enough to feel something in their stomachs. So many others clearly didn't even think far enough ahead to have one afternoon's worth of provisions. Many were walking around begging, or just shouting to whoever would listen that they needed this or that. The crowd had been calm for most of the day, at least the several hours since they arrived, but the atmosphere was slowly changing as the “pleasant afternoon” of waiting evolved into the “long night with no food or water.” Or sanitation.

  A crowd this big normally would have banks of port-o-potties and scores of support staff to keep them operational. This crowd had now ballooned to the tens of thousands, and there was nowhere for anyone to privately do their business. Naturally, this meant everyone just did it wherever they felt like it. Without any leadership to tell the crowd what to do, people just did whatever they wanted.

  When Liam, Victoria, and Grandma got up in the fading light of dusk, they found the thirty-foot wide paved path filled with people who we
re sitting on every square inch of pavement, save one small channel of walkers right down the middle. It made it very difficult to move the huge wheelchair without begging sitting or sleeping people to move just a few feet farther out of her way.

  It took half an hour to go the short distance to the dock. It sat in a depression that was hard to see from the main path, although there were a few people loitering about the area. There was simply no way to hide anything in the park with such a crowd.

  They could see a small doorframe next to a closed garage door at the end of a small paved service lane on a downward ramp.

  Once again, the trio pulled to a stop and began waiting.

  Even if the doors opened, there would be no way to get in without being seen.

  “Grandma, how are we going to get in?”

  “The Lord will provide.”

  He and Victoria both said “Amen,” although he had his doubts.

  2

  Their prayers were answered in short order—just as dusk fell.

  “Hello, my friends.”

  Father Cahill had been waiting in the crowd and came to see the lady in the huge wheelchair. Liam noticed he had removed his white collar.

  “All through the day, I've been collecting the aged and the infirm and bringing them through this door, but earlier there weren't as many people. Now you can see they've flooded all over, including right here at this dock. I can get you in, but this might be the last time we're able to get anyone inside without there being some trouble. I doubt we're going back out, either. Are you sure you guys want to ride this thing out inside the Arch museum? That's where I want to take you.”

  The three looked at each other and nodded their heads in the affirmative. Whatever was inside had to be better than sitting under a tree with an increasingly desperate crowd. Victoria said things were worse at night. Plus, Liam believed there might be someone in charge who knew the situation. He might be able to figure out how he could get Grandma to safety if he could get some time with that person. It was a long shot, but currently the only shot.

  “All right. I have one other person I'm going to try to get inside. He's that older gentleman sitting near the door. My plan is to go help him up, tap on the door and hope they open it for me. When you hear me knock, move quickly over there. I'll try to get them to hold the door open for you. The closer you are to me, the better, if you catch my drift.”

  He scuttled off.

  Liam and Victoria situated Grandma in her chair while all three faced the door fifty feet away. Father Cahill seemed to have trouble getting the old man to stand up, and some men and women sitting in the vicinity volunteered to help.

  He could see what was going to happen now that several more people were paying attention.

  “Let's make our way in that direction,” he whispered. “Victoria, will you push the chair? I want you to push it inside, no matter what happens to me. Can you do that?”

  “Yes. But let's all get inside.”

  That's the plan.

  They changed positions while keeping one eye on Father Cahill and the old man, who was now up and standing, but the priest seemed hesitant to do what he needed to do next. He was holding the old man, the gentleman's arm slung around his neck. Father Cahill noticed Liam had moved his group closer, nodded to Liam, pivoted to the door and gave it a loud knock in an apparent secret cadence.

  “Pick it up, guys, and don't stop.”

  The knock attracted the attention of several men near the door, already alerted by the commotion with the old guy. Some who were sitting were now standing, and some who had been standing were now moving toward the door. Everyone in earshot of the knocking was curious.

  The door opened with a flourish, and two chiseled men with sleek black rifles popped out. They pushed past Father and his ill friend to let them in and held their guns in a menacing fashion for anyone who fancied a peek inside.

  Victoria pushed Grandma right up to the closest man and yelled, “We're with Father Cahill!”

  The man with the gun made no movement to open a path for the wheelchair. He stood his ground. His friend was looking in another direction, gun trained on some of the men who were closest.

  One of those men yelled, “We're with Father Cahill!” Then it was a chorus.

  How did this happen so quickly?

  Victoria looked deflated at the turn of events. There was no way to prove who they were. No way to prove they were with the clergyman, unless he came back out.

  The two gunmen began stepping backward as if to retreat into the small door. However, just as they were starting their motion, Father Cahill was there. He yelled in the ear of the nearest man and pointed to Victoria and Liam. The two men once again moved out from the door and pointed to Liam's group.

  Victoria plowed ahead. The wide chair was just able to fit into the door, though the wheels scraped as it went through.

  Liam punched through too, though he felt the crowd surge behind him. He was glad he didn't have to sacrifice himself to get the three of them in; he wasn't even sure he would have been able to sacrifice himself. Not against two guys with that kind of hardware or a hundred scared civilians.

  In the dark, it was hard to gauge numbers, but he guessed there were maybe thirty or forty people near the door by the time they got in, meaning there was a sizable crowd angrily looking at a closed door right about now. Would it take them long to figure out they could break it down?

  Every disaster book he'd ever read was now screaming the answer to him. The death clock had started ticking—how long would it take for this stronghold to fall?

  3

  “Thank you, Father. You could have easily left us out there.”

  “No problem, my son. I'd do anything for your grandmother and anyone important to her. I'm just sorry I don't have more to offer you than a dark cavern for sanctuary.”

  “Are those people going to break through that door?”

  The two security guys were moving some heavy equipment from the garage area over to the door they'd just come through. The biggest item was a riding lawn mower; apparently, this was an area where they stored equipment for maintaining the Arch grounds.

  The five of them left the guards to their task and started walking up the hallway to the main museum.

  Between the two legs of the monument was an underground area dedicated to ticket sales, two tram-loading areas to get up and down the legs of the Arch, a large museum devoted to frontier living, and a little gift shop and candy store. In the middle of it all was a large waiting area with plenty of seats around the walls, so people had a place to sit while waiting their turn to go up in the structure. It was now filled with sick people, along with lots of elderly folks, and even a few young parents with infant children. It was a group where Grandma would fit in perfectly. Victoria rolled her into the vaulted space, and they found an area along the outer wall where they could park the wheelchair and have a little room to sit next to it. The dull light of some dim bulbs hanging from the walls provided light in the subterranean refuge.

  Father Cahill helped the older guy sit in the same area, though the man made no effort to talk to them, or even look at them. He merely slumped against the wall, clutching himself as if he was freezing. Liam didn't like the thoughts swirling in his head about all the sick people in his field of view. Did they all have the plague?

  Do I? Would I know it?

  Though he didn't voice the question, the priest seemed to sense the reticence of both Liam and Victoria as they looked around the room.

  “I'm afraid we don't know who has the sickness if that's what you're thinking. It was the first thing I thought of when I started bringing people in here. Heck, when I saw the growing crowds up top, I was thinking it. How does the disease move around? Is it airborne? Passed by direct contact? By fluids? My best guess, based on hearsay, is people either get bitten by another infected person, or they seem to get a type of flu which leads eventually to the Extra-Ebola—a.k.a. E-Ebola. Without proper medical faci
lities, we aren't able to make even the most basic medical checks of these people. We can't even take someone's temperature. However, they wouldn't survive for very long up top in the heat of the day—so on balance, myself and the other clergy decided it was worth the risk. I guess if we all have it, we'll all die together down here.”

  Liam wasn't reassured.

  “There's a preemie baby somewhere in this room that we had to get out of the heat, and that's why we brought in several very young children in addition to those who are clearly sick, or the infirm, like your grandma.”

  “Who are you calling infirm? I'm only 104.”

  He gave Grandma a big smile. She was returning to her feisty self again.

  “Of course. I meant these other infirm people,” the priest said in a very quiet voice. Everyone chuckled along.

  Father Cahill then motioned to the far side of the room, near the entrance to the main museum. “Those folks over there are the families of the officers up top. The only condition given by the police who volunteered to protect the crowd was that their families be given refuge in a defensible position on the Arch grounds.”

  “Oh, man. You mean the police aren't actually on the job?” he replied.

  “Technically no. The entire St. Louis police department is working today, but that's only on paper. The Archdiocese had contact with the brass over at City Hall as we tried to coordinate some kind of refuge here at the Arch, but they made it clear they couldn't order their officers to do anything as of the president's speech yesterday. City government has come undone. We were able to work out a compromise of sorts with some of the officers who were willing to bring their families here. The department supported the effort because they knew there wasn't much else they could do.”

  “But what about the rest of the city?”

  “I'm not sure. You'd have to ask one of the officers.”

  He considered that as advice for later. He felt compelled to understand the wider world, as it could offer clues as to how they could escape the city, and where they could go.