Jerry stood up, lying Claire’s hand back at her side, and wandered over to the small window looking out across Charles’ front lawn. The light outside was faint but growing stronger by the minute. He didn’t see anything that stood out to him as being wrong out front. Maybe it was just his imagination. He found his water bottle and took a short drink from it, mindful of preserving whatever water they still had.
Standing in the kitchenette, he realized what was wrong. He could see the soft glow of the rising morning on the wall of the staircase leading down to their room, which meant that the door at the top of the stairs was open. He felt his heart skip a beat and his skin went cold. He held his breath for a few seconds as his eyes darted back and forth across the room again. He didn’t want to make too much noise in case there was some threat lurking upstairs, so he tiptoed through the sleeping bags and their occupants until he found Neil.
He shook the other man slightly. “Neil. Neil. You’ve gotta get up,” he whispered urgently. “Neil!”
Neil opened his eyes, saw Jerry looking down at him, and knew immediately that something was wrong. He leapt up to his feet, grabbing the pistol that was lying next to him in the process.
With a whisper he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Jerry motioned toward the stairs and said, “The door upstairs is open.”
Neil looked around. “Maybe Charles and Mowgli went out for a walk and decided not to wake us.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t think he would have done that to us. Besides, he would have at least shut the door at the top of the stairs. Don’t you think? I mean, he wouldn’t just take off and leave everything open like that. He’s smarter than that.”
“You’re right. Get a gun and let’s get everyone else up. Quietly.”
Jerry nodded and did as he was told. Neil crept over to the stairs and looked up. Sure enough, the door at the top of the stairs was open. It wasn’t just ajar like someone had forgotten to latch the bolt into the locking position either; it was wide open.
“Shit.”
As Neil made his way up the stairs alone, he was reminded once again that he was not cut out for the hero business. He didn’t really think of himself as a coward but he also couldn’t believe for a moment that a hero’s heart would be beating as quickly or as loudly as his was at the moment. The sleek automatic pistol clutched in his right hand was visibly trembling and offered little comfort to him. He stopped on the last stair before emerging into the room above. He held his breath and leapt through. He spun around right and then left, trying to see everything at once so as not to be surprised from behind. He could smell the cool morning air in the house and then realized that the front door was standing wide open as well.
He ran over to the door and slammed it shut, spinning again on his heels terrified that his latest move might have drawn unwanted attention to himself. His breathing was coming in very quick, shallow breaths, like a fish out of water struggling for air.
Coming up the stairs, Dr. Caldwell asked, “Neil. How are things looking up there?”
Neil looked around the living room and didn’t see anything necessarily out of order. He appeared to be alone. Of course, he hadn’t checked down the hallway or even out in the kitchen and dining room.
“Neil?” the doctor’s voice this time was a bit more concerned than before.
Forcing his voice to raise louder than the whisper that it wanted to be, Neil answered, “So far so good. The front door was open too, though. We better look around and make sure.”
“Okay. We’re coming up. Hang tight.”
Neil let out a long breath that he could clearly see due to the cooler outside air that hung in the room. What the hell happened? It was just a scant few seconds before Jerry’s and Dr. Caldwell’s faces emerged from downstairs. They looked around slowly and nodded to Neil, who was still standing with his back to the now closed front door.
Jerry said, “It’s cold.”
“Yeah. The backdoor might still be open. We should go check that next. How is everyone downstairs?”
Dr. Caldwell answered, “Alright, I think, but a little shaken. Maggie’s gone.”
“What?” and then Neil pivoted over so that he could see out the front window. Her car was gone too. “Son of a bitch. What about Malachi?”
“He’s still down there.”
Neil nodded. “Let’s figure out what happened after we check the house. I want to make sure that none of those things is wandering around up here lookin’ for breakfast.”
They checked the back hallway. Luckily, Charles had chosen to close the door for the bedrooms and bathroom on the main floor, so the checking didn’t take very long. The backdoor was as wide open as the front though. Despite the status of the doors, the house still seemed to be clear and was secured again almost immediately.
Standing in the kitchen, Jerry looked out a window into the backyard and saw that the van’s doors too were standing wide open and some of their supplies had been removed and dumped on the grass.
Standing next to the van a few moments later, Jerry said to the other two men, “It looks like she took what she wanted and left the rest. What about the extra guns under the seat?”
Neil answered, “She didn’t know about those, I don’t think, because the tub is still under the seat.”
And then, from the back of the van, Dr. Caldwell said, “She took the extra gas and the empty cans.”
Not willing to believe the heartless actions, Jerry asked, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Dr. Caldwell came around the van and asked the other two men, “What about the gas in the tank? Did she leave us anything?”
Neil answered, “I’d have to go get the keys to start the engine. I think that’d be a helluva lot easier than anything else. I’ll be right back.”
“Agreed,” said Dr. Caldwell.
Just a minute or so later, out of breath from having run downstairs and back again to retrieve the keys, Neil was sitting behind the steering wheel of the van. He turned the key in the ignition and nothing happened. He tried again and again nothing happened. Nothing; not even a single attempt at coming to life.
Neil looked up and noticed that the dome light overhead wasn’t on despite his door being open. “Curious.”
“What?” asked Jerry.
“I think it’s the battery.”
“The battery?”
“Yeah, I think she might’ve drained the battery because the car is dead. It’s not even turning over and it’s never had problems like that in the past. Maybe she turned on the headlights or something. Hell, she left the doors wide open, maybe that was enough to do the trick. We don’t know how long she’s been gone.”
“Yeah. Why don’t we take a peek under the hood? Either of you guys know anything about cars?” Neil asked as he pulled the latch to release the hood.
Both Dr. Caldwell and Jerry shrugged their shoulders and then disappeared behind the raised hood.
Dr. Caldwell said before Neil had even gotten out of the driver seat, “I’m no mechanic but I can see at least one problem.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” and he held up several of the cut and slashed pieces of a wire. “She killed the battery cables and it looks like that wasn’t all. We’re missing some other parts and there are definitely some pieces of something other than battery cables in here too. Shit, she took all the spark plugs too!”
“What are you sayin’ Doc?”
“Like I said, I’m no mechanic, but I’d say that we’ve lost this patient and there’s no bringing her back.”
The kidding, in fact all the humor from each of them, melted away with the realization that statement engendered. They were going to be on foot now.
Chapter 28
“You folks are more than welcome to stay here. Me and Moe don’t have much to offer but we’re willing to share.”
Meghan looked at Neil, wanting to hear his ideas. He was a good man and a smart one too, and she trusted him. She doubted any o
f them would have made it this far if it hadn’t been for him. He was always so doubtful of himself, but when he made a decision things tended to work out. Meghan knew that Kim blamed Neil for Tony’s death but she couldn’t see how it possibly could be laid at Neil’s feet. It was precisely because of Neil’s planning that they all hadn’t ended up that way. If it was left up to the rest of them, they would have probably stayed in the house until those things got in and then it would have been over for all of them quickly.
“You are too kind,” Neil said to Charles. “Your generosity is greatly appreciated. I just think that we would end up being a bigger burden on you than you know. When winter hits and supplies are really scarce, you aren’t going to want to have as many extra mouths to feed.”
“Don’t think of yourselves as a burden to us. We’d like the company.”
The offer was very appealing. It would be so nice to just stay and hope for the best, but Neil knew deep down that staying just wasn’t the right thing to do. For one thing, Maggie knew about the house and what was there to stop her from leading back an army of those things like some perverted Pied Piper? Maybe if Neil and his group were to move on, she would just leave Charles and Moe alone. For a moment or two Neil thought about the prospect of leaving Jules and perhaps even Danny with Charles but then he saw an image of Charles keeling over from a heart attack and Jules and Danny being left to their own devices to survive. He just couldn’t do that to them. There had to be help somewhere out there; some vestige of civilization that was still clinging to survival. They just had to find it.
He was all set to say that when Jules said quietly but to all of them, “I wanna go home. I don’t wanna be here in Alaska anymore.” Quiet tears and gentle sobs followed her words. “I want my Mommy and Daddy and Martin. I wanna go home and have everything be the way it used to be.”
Emma lifted Jules in her arms and hugged the crying child to her chest. Everyone wanted to hug her and tell her that it would be all right.
Charles saw that they were resigned t leaving, and that it was futile to convince them otherwise. “What can me and Moe do to help you folks get ready to move on then?”
“I don’t know why we don’t try and find another ride before we leave. It’s safe here and Charles doesn’t seem to mind us being here. Can someone please explain it to me?” pleaded Claire.
Almost apologetically, Jerry replied, “Really, this place only seems safe. Sorry, Charles. Safety is a bit relative at this point. This place isn’t any more or less safe than anywhere else. I mean, there’s just a single bolt lock on the door at the top of the stairs. If those things got in upstairs, there wouldn’t be any holding them back. They’d just slam themselves against the door until it gave and then this refuge would become a trap without a way out. Charles has just kept a low enough profile to keep himself from being noticed. In fact, I wouldn’t be at all surprised to learn that we...that our being here has actually threatened his...anonymity. More of us in one spot means more sounds and more smells. We could be acting like a stronger and stronger magnet to the zekes still wandering around town.”
Meghan had never considered that a possibility. They could actually be ruining this nice old man’s last refuge. She was suddenly feeling a little guilty about the sanctimonious attitude she had assumed when Neil decided to give the majority of their pillaged supplies to Charles. It wasn’t even that she didn’t necessarily want to give him the cans of food and other supplies. It was just difficult to part with anything these days and she was afraid that they might give away the wrong thing. Of course it didn’t make a lot of sense to tote around all that canned food on their backs. Her knowing that didn’t really make it any easier though. She had helped carry all of it inside nonetheless.
And now, with Jerry’s latest postulation, she was glad that she hadn’t said anything about which she would be publicly embarrassed.
Jerry continued, “We can look for a new car or something on the move. We’re bound to find something. Besides, Charles already said the only cars in a several block radius don’t have keys in them.”
Charles added, “And I drained most of the gas from all of them already too. Sorry.”
Neil shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize for that. Any other ideas or questions?” The room was silent. “C’mon people. This can’t be just left up to me. What do all of you think?”
Claire said, “I think we should stay here, but you guys seem to know what you’re doin’, so I’m in.”
Neil let out a single, half-hearted chuckle, “Don’t kid yourself. There are no experts for what is going on. We’ve been lucky, that’s all. Jerry’s thoughts about those things aren’t absolute. There was no training or preparation for any of this. We’ve been learning as we went, and only time will tell whether the lessons learned are helpful or not.”
Dr. Caldwell interjected, “I think we’re all just safer when we stick together and watch out for one another. I think Neil and Jerry are right about staying on the move though. Out there, we’ll find more cars, more food...”
Art chimed in, “And more of them.”
The doctor, not fazed by Art’s comment, continued. “Perhaps. But how long before they find us here and then we’re forced back on the road on their terms and not ours? We still have ample sunlight and enough supplies that we can carry to keep us moving for days to come. I think if we are going to be back on the road, I’d rather go now than later. And Neil, I think we should head north. We can get onto Elmendorf and then cut east toward the Knik Crossing. Who knows what we’ll find on the military base?”
Art added, “Yeah, who knows for sure? How fast will we be able to move with two kids in tow and our backs loaded with stuff? If we get into a chase with those things, we’re screwed. Has anyone considered that?”
Claire shot him a look from across the room, started to speak, thought better of it, and then let go with, “Art, shut the fuck up! You act like you’d be lookin’ out for anyone other than your own ass! You don’t care about these kids any more than you care about anyone else sitting down here.”
Art looked stung. He took in a deep breath while she spoke and then let it out in his defense. “Listen to you, you hypocrite. If you hadn’t followed me and done exactly what I did, then you would never have made it. You aren’t any better than me or anyone else who’s still breathing. Instead of accusing me of being somehow less of a person than you, maybe you oughta be thanking me. I can’t believe how stupid you can be and how deluded. Jesus Christ! Look at you over there, smug and secure in your opinions of yourself. You ran just like I did and you’ll do it again. When all is said and done, it’s every man for himself. At least I’m adult enough to admit it. So yeah, I am primarily interested in saving my own ass. Are you willing to tell me that you aren’t?”
She shook her head.
“Bullshit! When we’re being chased and those things are right on our heels, are you going to be willing to carry that little girl there and slow yourself down? I don’t think so and neither will any of the rest of you. You’ll just keep on running and try and not hear her screaming for help. Afterward, you’ll convince yourself that it was for the best anyway. You’ll swallow your guilt—or maybe not—but you’ll still be alive and that’s what matters. That’s what we all want.”
“I don’t want it at any price,” Claire spat. “I’d never abandon this little girl.” She paused and looked over at Jules and then at Danny, “Never. I’d give up my own life before I’d do that. Do you both understand?”
Art sneered. “Oh yeah? What about Joan? Your friend back at the hotel? When she was grabbed, did you stop to help her?”
Claire shook her head and tried to hold back the tears, “That wasn’t the same.”
“Why not? Wasn’t she your friend? Hadn’t she saved your life? The only difference here is that she was an adult and these are kids. You ran then and you’ll run again. You’ll see. All of you will. When the fear fills your thoughts and pure instinct takes over, the on
ly thing that you’ll be able to do is run.”
Claire was crying by then and shaking her head as she stared at the floor, “You’re wrong.” She whispered emphatically, “You’re wrong.”
Art stood up and went up the stairs, saying as he did, “We’re making a mistake. You’ll all see.”
Chapter 29
They decided that it made the most sense to leave the next morning so that they would have a full day of sunlight in which to move. They packed backpacks full of cereal bars, water bottles, various survival supplies, and ammunition for the guns they elected to take. The backpacks were heavy, but there was a sense of security in their weight. Everyone, including Jules and Danny, carried supplies on their backs. Despite the still warmish days, they also each wore extra layers of clothes, so that vital backpack space would be available for the other necessities.
At first light the next morning, they all rose and headed out the door. Charles and Moe walked them out across the Park Strip and into the edge of downtown.
Neil and Charles shook hands. “You look out for them and everything will be all right,” Charles said as he looked over Neil’s shoulder into the deserted streets of downtown Anchorage. “If you get into a fix, make your way back here. Moe and I will keep an eye out for you.”
Neil nodded and said, “Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for us. You’ll never be forgotten, and if we do find a way out of this mess, we’ll be sure to come back for the two of you.”
“You just worry about getting yourselves to safety. Ol’ Moe and I will be just fine. Won’t we old boy?”
Jules left Emma’s side and ran to Charles. She wrapped her little arms around his legs and hugged him tightly. He placed his palm on the top of her head and stroked her soft blond hair. “Now you run along, Jules, and keep an eye on these folks for me and Moe.” She looked up at him but didn’t say a word. He looked back down at her and smiled. With that, she ran back over to Emma and took her hand.
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