by Maxey, Phil
“How long have you had this place?” said Zach.
“My family and I had a place up on the hills few miles from here, when the first attack came we held out as long as we could, but a lot around here were killed. Me and some of my neighbors new about this building and thought it would be a good place to make a stand, so we all relocated to here. Eventually it just made sense to stay here, so we rounded up who we could and now we have been getting by day by day for about six months.”
“I noticed the markings on your pickup, you were a cop?”
“I was the sheriff around here.” Jacob paused as he was taking a spoonful of stew then continued.
“Jacob was a sheriff in southern New Mexico, weren’t you Jacob?” said Abbey.
Jacob smiled. “Sure was.”
“Which town? I did some of my training in southern New Mexico.”
“Baldo.”
“Ah right, don’t know the town. How long were you on the job?”
“Twenty years.”
“You must have started pretty late!”
“Well twenty years in Baldo, I was stationed elsewhere before then.”
“I see, well good to have a fellow cop here,” Jim paused unsure how to approach the next subject. “So you’re going to bring the people from Portland across the country to the camp near Austin?” The low murmurs of conversation that were taking place up and down the table stopped, and Zach could feel an unwelcome pressure on how he answered.
“We are.”
“Eighteen hundred people?”
“Yes.”
“And you have already lost all but two of your vehicles and half your men?”
Zach could feel frustration building inside him. “Yes.”
“That’s some task.” Silence hung in the air along with the fumes from the stew. Jim then continued. “We will do what we can to help.”
Zach smiled. “That’s appreciated.” Small pockets of conversation started up again.
CHAPTER 21
The inside of the building was surprisingly warm. Most of the group were laying on the bedding, talking or reading books from the small library the inhabitants had created. Zach was standing with James in the radio room, surrounded by wires, tools and ham radio equipment that stretched from floor to ceiling.
“You remind me of a guy in Roswell,” said Zach looking around the compact room.
“Brad? We all know Brad,” said James while plugging some cables into a receiver box and turning dials. “I was a fan of his show before it all happened. It took some doing but I managed to convince my father just in time of what was going down. A lot of people are alive because of Brad.”
Zach smiled and nodded. “Did you reach Camp Bravo?”
“I did, they sounded pretty relieved you made it here. I can get them now if you want?”
Zach nodded and James turned more dials. “This is Ranger Station one, calling Camp Bravo. Over.”
“This is Camp Bravo. Over.”
“I have Captain Felton here…” James turned to Zach. “Is there anyone in particular you want to talk to?” Zach said General Trow. “He wants to talk to the General. Over.” After a few moments the General’s voice came from the speaker.
“Zach! Good to hear you made it there. Over.”
“Thanks General. It’s not been easy. Over.”
“We heard about what happened yesterday, we have passed on the messages to the soldiers families. How are you…holding up? Over.”
Zach looked at James. “Could you give us a minute?”
“Sure.” James got up and left closing the door behind him.
“We’re just holding on. I’m not sure if we can make it all the way to Portland and if we do I’m not sure how much use we will be once we get there. How are things in Portland? Over.”
“There’s been a lull in the attacks, we don’t know why, but they have only lost one person since you left. Over.”
“Let’s hope that continues. I think it’s going to be best they get the vehicles together themselves, rather than us bringing them across the country. Also coming back to Austin it will probably be better if we split into a number of groups, taking different routes, is that something you can plan out at your end? Over.”
“We can do that. For now you and your people get some rest. Over.”
“Will do. Over and out.” Zach lingered on those last words, and then put the mike down on a cluttered wooden worktop. The only light in this small room came from one lantern sitting on top of a filing cabinet, and it gave the whole scene a world war two operations room feel. He sat back in the chair, his thoughts racing through the events of the past few days and pushing to the back of his mind any regrets.
Abbey noticed Jen was cleaning the dishes and offered to help.
“Sorry for the extra work.”
“Oh it’s no bother, even with all of us in here it’s good to see new faces, especially after…we lost so many.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you join everyone else in the Austin camp?”
“We prefer to run our own affairs, being out here suits us fine.”
“But what if you have to face a big attack?”
“From what I’ve heard the bigger the target you make yourselves the greater the chance of being attacked!” Jen took some boiling water from a stove and poured it into a large basin where the dishes resided.
“Yet but you can’t hide in this place forever, you still need food and water to survive.”
“There’s still plenty of bottled water left in the city, and when that runs out we have rivers close by, food wise…come with me.” Fiona followed Jen passed tents and plastic shacks to the end of the building where another door resided. Jen unlocked the door and walked into a corridor with a series of offices running off.
“We’re going to turn this whole area into a indoor growing area. The windows are currently boarded up but we’re going to make those boards shutters that we can open and close to let the sun in and maybe create some skylights in the roof. We are going to have irrigation running across the ceiling here,” Jen pointed along the ceiling where some plastic tubing had already been attached. “We also have enough food stored up to last at least five years.”
“Tearing that floor up won’t be easy.”
“Unlike the space behind us, this is all just boards and then earth. We should be able to grow more than enough for everyone in here.”
“What if more people arrive?”
Jen smiled. “We can’t take everyone in. But we are happy to give shelter for those traveling though,” Some small children ran up to Jen and tugged on her embroidered dress. “Looks like I’m needed!” Jen locked the door, and disappeared under a tent, while Abbey spotted Zach talking to Fiona in the far corner near the Humvee.
“They won’t like it,” said Fiona in a hushed but serious tone.
Zach’s expression was one of deep thought when Abbey walked up to them. “What’s going on?” Fiona looked away.
“I think we should head out again today,” said Zach.
Abbey’s eyes widened, but she resisted speaking at first. “I’m not sure the soldiers will go along with that.”
“Bass can order them, but if they don’t want to go, that’s up to them, there’s no court martials out here and I won’t hold it against them. But there’s still two hours of daylight left and most of our journey will be through desert, as long as we keep moving we should be fine, and we’ll be able to make up for lost time. It’s a gamble, but maybe one worth taking.” He then leaned in further to Fiona. “To do this we need Rob on board.” Fiona nodded and Zach looked around to where he was. He spotted Tyler and then Rob lying on some blankets, and beckoned them over. Rob slowly got to his feet and ambled over to where Zach was. “I’m thinking of heading back out, to make up for lost time.”
Tyler looked enthused. “Yeah, why not.”
A tired looking Rob looked at Tyler’s response with concern then looked back at Zach angrily. H
e went to talk, but then stopped, the anger washing away from his face. He then took a deep breath. “The soldiers won’t go along with it.”
“Don’t worry about them, can you be ready to go in around thirty minutes? Find Jim or James and start loading the supplies they have for us.” Rob gave a resigned nod and he and Tyler left, as he did Bass appeared and approached looking inquisitive.
“Is something happening?”
“Fiona, take this map and find Raj, make sure we avoid any E.L.F. hotspots and find us some options to shelter during the night if we need too. And see if Jim has a better map of the route we’re taking.” Zach then turned to Bass. “We’re going to be heading back out in about thirty. I know some of the men won’t be happy with it. But we need to get back on the road.”
“They’ll be ready. Sir.” Bass went to turn and walk away when Zach talked again. “Bass, if some don’t want to come with us, don’t go hard on them, tell them they can stay here and we will pick them up on the way back.” Bass acknowledged and left.
Bass could see the soldiers in the distance, most were together, talking others were sleeping. He stopped amongst the tents and makeshift homes and pondered how best to convince them it was the right thing. They were his men and he felt sure most would do as ordered, but if things started to go the other way he wasn’t sure what would happen. Straightening his back, he walked up to them with purpose.
“We’re heading back out in thirty, get your shit together, people!”
A stunned silence blanketed the small space where they were trying to get some rest.
Private Jenkins stayed sitting with his back against the bare wall. “You’re joking right?”
Bass walked and stood in front of Jenkins boots. “Don’t test me Jenkins.” Some of the other soldiers started sitting up and putting things back in their backpacks. Private Jenkins got to his feet, and stood casually.
“I’m not going…Sir.”
Bass stepped in further to within inches of Jenkins face. “You’re going to get your shit back in your backpack, and you’re going to be back on that bus within twenty minutes. If I do not see you on that bus, you can stay here, be picked up on the way back and be dealt with when we are back to Camp Bravo, are we clear, private?”
“Loud and clear. Sir!” Jenkins final words being louder than they needed to be and draped in sarcasm.
Within thirty minutes the new supplies were packed on the bus and the group that were leaving was standing near the vehicles. Two soldiers decided to stay behind, Private Jenkins was not one of them.
“I have to say what you’re doing is a brave thing,” said Jim. “As long as there are men and people like your friends in this world, well, we will have a chance.”
Zach held out his hand and Jim shook it firmly.
“I gave Fiona an old road map, should cover most of your journey. If you’re looking for a place to hold up I’ve marked a few locations that will provide shelter.” Two men appeared from beneath a tent. “I noticed you were two men down, Joe and Alex have volunteered to go with you until you are across the mountains.”
Zach’s instinct was to refuse the offer and not let these men risk their lives, but he felt it would be an insult to Jim and the people in this station, so he just smiled and shook their hands.
CHAPTER 22
The sun was heading towards the horizon when they pulled out of the station. Joe and Alex followed behind the bus in a pickup while Zach led from the front in the Humvee. Even though they had only been at the station for a few hours, Michael was feeling stronger, and insisted on being in the Humvee and Jacob took his place on the bus. The plan was to drive through the evening and make it to the next staging post by 9 pm. After driving for a few hours passing frosty fields and remnants of peoples homes, the sun had finally given up for the day and stars were sparkling above.
As Cal stood in the Humvee’s gun position, the brisk night air stung but he didn’t mind, it made him feel connected to the world. He hadn’t felt able to talk about it with the others but he had hardly any sleep since leaving Roswell. Each time the blanket of sleep descended on him he was immediately back on the sun baked road with the dark stranger. The stranger who he could not focus on, but who would speak to him. Each time he would wake with a pounding in his brain that would take some time to fade. At first he put it down to being injured, maybe he hit his head harder than he thought, or maybe the drugs the doctor gave him were screwing with his mind, but none of those things would explain why he dreamt the same dream each time. Maybe what happened to him in Afghanistan was happening to him again, maybe he was just broken.
The road was pretty smooth but each time the Humvee went over even the slightest bump Michael would wince. He had felt more pain since the operation than before, even with Dr. Tanner’s meds. But still, he was glad to be alive. He was on the Humvee’s main gun when the creatures attacked in Albuquerque and fired a good few rounds into the mass that has swelled up from under the ground like they had struck oil. But the bullets had no effect other than to make him a target. They swept past him and at first he thought he had come off unscathed but then his side started to burn and he saw a stain starting to grow on his shirt. By that point Jacob and Abbey had already started running for the office, but Abbey realized he wasn’t with them and headed back. Something he will always owe her for.
As the night closed in around the convoy, Jacob sat and watched the young soldiers around him and felt sorry for them. Not because he was concerned they would not live to see Portland but because the world had ended and they still felt a loyalty to a government that no longer existed. By time the conflict in Vietnam was coming to a close he did not care who won. He had seen atrocities on both sides some of which he was part of. That’s not how he started the war. The recruiter visited him in college and told him how impressed they were with his scores, and that a young man like him could go far in the military and serve his country well. He thought that would mean saving lives, and at first they did ask him to “minimize losses” but soon they started to ask him how best to maximize the enemies casualties. And he was good at it, so good that soon it changed from quantity to quality, from how best to wipe out a platoon of the Vietcong to how best they could assassinate one of their leaders. As the young soldiers laughed and joked, some more than others he wondered if this new world had a place for the “Architect.”
After about three and a half hours they approached the Utah border, Joe and Alex said their farewells, turned round and went back. They told them about the dam up ahead and that it was the only way across the Colorado River for many miles. They said to cross it quickly as there had been reports of large bird like creatures in the area. As they approached the bridge above the dam the river sparkled to the north, but that was the only point of reference in the void that was left and right of them.
“How’s it looking up there, Cal?” said Zach.
Cal swung the gun around, then ducked back into the cabin so he could be heard. “No sign of any trouble.”
Moving on to the bridge they had to slow to avoid a few cars that had been left.
“Strange place to leave your car,” remarked Abbey.
Most of the wire fencing that ran along the edge of the bridges road had been torn from its moorings and at this height both vehicles were buffeted by strong winds.
Cal strained to see the road ahead of the convoy, but his eyes couldn’t quite make sense of the scene. Down to his left and right was only intense black and building up ahead of them was the same. Cal leaned forward when suddenly he realized what he was looking at.
“Stop!” shouted Cal, his words being lost amongst the winds that flowed across the bridge.
“Did Cal just say something?” said Zach. They both half turned around to see what was happening with Cal.
Cal ducked back in. “Stop! The bridge has gone!”
Zach turned and saw the burgeoning hole yards from them and slammed on the breaks. The Humvee’s wheels locked and slid over the d
ry frosty surface until stopping a foot away from the gaping hole that was once road.
“Man that was close,” said Zach, just as he realized the bus behind, and that the Humvee would block their view of the road. “Rob! Stop, the bridge is out!” said Zach grabbing and clicking on the radio in one motion. The buses headlights grew in their rear window while it’s breaks screeched.
“Not stoppi…” Crackled over Zach’s radio.
“Out! everyone out!” Zach’s words seemed to hang in the air, as they flung the Humvee’s door’s open and dived out onto the road. The bus slid into the back of the Humvee shunting it forward. Cal scrambled upwards, climbing out and on top of the Humvee as it started to tip forwards and then made a desperate dive off the back. The Humvee’s tilt became extreme and it fell being swallowed up by the darkness as Cal landed with a clump on the buses hood. He lay there for a moment breathing heavily, trying not to think about how close a call that was. He then pulled himself up and climbed off the side onto the road.
Zach stood up and ran around the back of the bus to check on Fiona and Abbey who were getting to their feet. Walking back around, Rob and Dr. Tanner stepped off the bus.
“Is everyone ok?” shouted Dr. Tanner struggling to be heard against the gale.
“I think so, check Michael and Cal” said Zach.
Tanner checked Michael’s stitches, which were bleeding but not broken. Cal waved her away when she came near.
“What now?” shouted Rob towards Zach.
“Everyone back on the bus,” replied Zach, as they all awkwardly climbed back on the bus and closed the door. Abbey, Cal, Fiona and Michael found seats but Zach stayed at the door, near Rob who had climbed back into the driver’s position.
Zach rubbed his hand over his face to try and help his mind make a decision.
“About a 100 yards before we got on the bridge there was a turn off, I think it might have gone down to the dam,” said Cal.
