Contamination Box Set [Books 0-7]
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In the driver’s side mirror, he saw flames licking at the inside of the garage, the vehicles enveloped in a wall of fire. In front of them Delta had taken the lead, and he fell in line behind her vehicle as she navigated the narrow road.
Sam kept his foot on the gas and his hands on the wheel, increasing the van’s speed until the compound was no more than a speck behind him.
For the first few miles, Sam let Delta lead the way. He kept his eyes glued to the rearview mirror, waiting for the Agents to follow, but the desert roads remained clear.
Was it possible they had actually escaped?
Overhead, the sky was a magnificent blue, the passing clouds doing little to inhibit the beams of the sun.
He let out a cautious smile. For the first time in days, he wondered if things were actually starting to turn around.
The prisoners had begun to chat in the backseat, their words starting at a low volume and then increasing in fervor as the van took them farther away from the compound. Surprisingly, they spoke mainly not of their time in captivity, but about their families, and the prospect of seeing them again.
Sam kept quiet, knowing that at the moment their hope might be the only thing getting them through.
After about half an hour of driving, he saw taillights on the van in front of him, and noticed that Delta was pulling off the road. She navigated around the back of a vacant building, and Sam followed suit. When they had stopped, he got out of the vehicle and began walking toward the other van.
Delta met him halfway. He noticed she had tears in her eyes.
Before Sam could speak, she threw her arms around him, embracing him in a tight squeeze.
“You did it,” she whispered.
“We both did.”
He held on to her for several minutes, two bodies swaying back and forth in the desert.
When Sam finally leaned back, he looked into her eyes. Gone was the fear he had seen for the last few days. In its place was a look of strength and hope.
She looked him up and down and smirked. “You look like shit.”
He laughed. “It must be the jacket. White’s not my color.”
“Do you think they’ll come after us?”
“I’m sure this is far from over,” he said. “But right now, at this moment, we’re safe. Let’s enjoy it while we can.”
She studied him for a minute, and he let his gaze drift to the horizon.
“They’d be proud of you, you know,” Delta said.
“Who?”
“Your wife and daughter.”
Sam wiped a tear from his eye and smiled. “You know what? I think you’re right.”
They walked back to the vans, where the prisoners had started to file out the back, taking in the warm rays of the desert sun. One of them—the one who had said her name was Margaret Brown—approached Sam.
“Mister, would you mind if we had something to eat? None of us have eaten in a few days.”
“Of course not. Let’s go see what we have. I’m sure you all must be starving.”
Sam studied her face for a minute. At some point he would have to tell her about her brother, but perhaps now wasn’t the time. She had been through enough already.
As he walked back to the van, he noticed the group staring at him, awaiting direction. Until now, he hadn’t gotten a good look at them; amid the chaos at the compound, he hadn’t had time. He was surprised to find that the prisoners were a mix of ages and sexes: several teenage boys and girls, a handful of middle-aged men and women in their thirties and forties, and an elderly couple.
Among them was the boy who had helped him earlier. He noticed the kid was still clutching the pistol in his hands.
“Hey,” Sam called over to him. “Can you help me with something?”
The kid nodded and moved to join him. The two began pulling out the boxes of food that had been stored in the back of the cargo van. Sam pulled his knife and tore open the red packages, sorting through a mixture of dried fruits, grains, water bottles, and cereal. After he had laid it all out in the back of the van, he placed a few of the empty boxes upside-down in the dirt.
He motioned to the elderly couple. “Here, have a seat.”
The two made their way over, giving him a cautious smile, and then took the water and food he had offered them. A few of the other prisoners trickled over beside them, taking seats on the remaining boxes or sitting in the dirt.
When everyone had been provided with food, Sam took a seat on the back of the van. Delta sat beside him. She handed him a box of cereal. He took it with a smile.
“Where to now?” she asked him.
“We’ll have to discuss it with the group once everything settles down a bit.”
“I mean after that. Suppose you could go anywhere you wanted, Sam. Where would it be?”
He shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to go out to the West Coast. I’ve heard California is nice.”
Delta grinned at him, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You mean you’ve never been there?” she asked.
“Nope.” He smiled back.
“And I thought I didn’t get out much.”
She punched him lightly on the leg, and Sam felt a surge of warmth pass over him.
Just a few short days ago, Sam had been content with working in his White Mist store, surrounded by memories of his family; content to live out the rest of his days in solitude until he could join them again.
Because of what had happened to him, he had learned that there were no certainties, no absolutes. In the blink of an eye, everything could be taken away.
But now, sitting here with Delta, he could sense that a new future was waiting.
And for the first time in two years, Sam was looking forward to it.
BOOK FOUR: ESCAPE
PART ONE – FULL COLLAPSE
1
“Daddy, wake up!”
Hands pawed frantically at Dan Lowery’s arm, and a voice hissed in his ear. When he opened his eyes, he could just make out the frightened visage of his daughter, her eyes wide, lips trembling. He immediately grabbed for the 9mm he had tucked under his pillow and jolted from the floor.
“What is it?” he mouthed.
His daughter pointed to the side window of the RV, where a thin sliver of moonlight crept through a crack in the blinds. He padded over to it and peered out, prepared to see a face on the other side, fingernails rapping on the glass.
The window was empty.
Still, he knew his daughter had heard or seen something. She wouldn’t have woken him up if she hadn’t.
He pressed his forehead against the pane. They’d positioned the RV diagonally in a corner of the lot, allowing them a view of the entire salvage yard as well as a clear path to the front gate. At the slightest hint of trouble, Dan wanted to be ready to leave.
Now, as he stared out at the dark and ominous lot, he wondered if the time had come.
Between the absence of power and the darkness of the night, the salvage yard was a tangle of shapes and shadows, and if he stared hard enough, almost all of them appeared suspicious. Ever since they’d arrived, Dan had felt less than comfortable, but given their situation, the options were limited.
It didn’t help that they were alone on the property.
Quinn joined him at the window and gripped his shoulder. With her free hand, she pointed to a group of dark objects in the yard. Dan followed her stare and felt his body tense up.
One of the shadows was moving.
“Stay still,” he whispered.
The figure was hovering by one of the junked vehicles near the front entrance. Every so often, its head would swivel or its arm would wag.
Dan scoured the rest of the salvage yard, but saw no indication that there we
re other intruders. So far they’d been lucky. In the few days since their companions had left, Dan and Quinn had seen only a few straggling creatures make their way into the salvage yard, and each time he’d easily taken care of them through the fence. None had posed any immediate threat to him or his daughter.
Of course, none had found their way inside until now.
Dan stared at the creature lurking in the shadows, unnerved. He’d assumed that if one of the things attempted to climb the fence, he’d hear it, asleep or not.
This one seemed to have simply appeared.
No matter how it had gotten in, Dan knew he had to take care of it. He wouldn’t rest until he did.
He rose to his feet. Before he could turn, his daughter snagged his attention.
“Dad, look!” she whispered.
Two more shadows had appeared next to the other one. Unlike the first, these were moving quicker, and it looked like they were headed in the direction of the RV. He scoured the yard.
What he saw next made his heart drop in his chest.
The front gate—the one that he’d kept locked since they’d arrived—was hanging open.
Dan lowered the shade.
“What’re we going to do, Dad?” Quinn asked.
“We’re leaving.”
“But Dad—”
“Listen to me carefully, honey. I need you to get in the passenger’s seat and buckle your seatbelt, just like we talked about earlier. Can you do that?”
Even in the darkness, he could see the outline of her head as she nodded. He stalked toward the front of the vehicle. His daughter followed, clinging to the back of his shirt.
He’d just reached the driver’s seat when something clicked the door handle. He froze, reached for his daughter. A similar noise sounded from the opposite side of the RV.
Thank God he’d locked the doors.
Pistol in hand, he crept to the driver’s seat and peered out the window. At the same time, a shadow scurried to the rear of the vehicle. He pushed his daughter toward the passenger’s seat and sat down himself.
Earlier, he’d left the key in the ignition. He reached down to verify that it was still there.
It was. He swallowed.
Each day he’d been starting the RV to ensure everything worked, and each day it had fired up without issue.
Here goes nothing.
He turned the key, preparing for the engine to start and expose their position.
Only this time, when he turned the key, nothing happened.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered.
He tried again, but to no avail.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Quinn hissed.
Before he could answer, Dan heard a bang on the rear windows, then the sound of someone trying the door handle in back.
Dammit.
He leapt up from the driver’s seat and grabbed his daughter’s arm, leading her to the rear of the vehicle. Past their bedding and belongings was a door leading to the bathroom. He found the handle, ripped open the door, and ushered her inside.
“In here,” he said.
“But Dad—”
“No arguments, Quinn. Don’t come out until I come get you.”
“But what if something happens to you? What if—”
“Everything will be fine, honey.”
He gave her one last squeeze and then shut the door. In spite of his words, he was far from convinced. The banging had increased in fervor; it sounded like the doors were going to crash open.
He aimed his pistol in all directions, trying to anticipate which one of them would fly inwards first.
What he didn’t anticipate was the front windshield shattering.
Glass spattered all around him and bullets whisked through the interior of the RV. Dan dove to the ground. He hit the floor hard, scraping his elbows and knees on the thin carpet, and bit the inside of his lip. Blood sprayed the inside of his mouth, and he covered his head as glass rained down on top of him.
He heard shouting and commotion from outside now, and he struggled to his knees, certain someone would be coming in after them.
At that point, they’d be trapped.
Dan crawled to the front of the vehicle and hid behind the driver’s seat, clutching his pistol to his chest. The gunfire had ceased. He poked his head around the headrest, trying to get a glimpse of the outside.
The second he peered out, a pair of headlights snapped on from the salvage yard and illuminated the interior of the RV. He slipped out of sight, but he was too late. The voices grew louder; he’d been seen.
Who was out there? Was it the agents? A gang? Another band of survivors?
Regardless of who it was, one thing was for certain: if Dan and Quinn remained inside the RV, they were sitting ducks.
He looked back at the bathroom. The door had opened to a crack, and his daughter’s face had emerged from the darkness. She was calling out his name.
Dan motioned for her join him. She scampered across the floor and into his arms, squeezing him tight. He handed her the pistol.
“Remember what I showed you?”
She nodded. He pointed to the safety.
“Just like we talked about.”
Yesterday he’d given her some simple instructions on using the weapon, telling her that someday she might need to use it.
He just hadn’t expected that day to come so soon.
She held the gun, eyes wide. While she stared at the weapon, Dan reached underneath the bench seat next to them and pulled out a shotgun.
“Stay behind me,” he whispered. “We’ll go out the side door.”
He pointed to the passenger’s door across from them. For the moment, all was quiet.
He crawled over to it, unlocked the door, and grabbed the handle. He looked back at his daughter and put his finger to his lips.
“On three,” he mouthed.
He counted silently with his fingers, then threw it open. Instead of flying ajar, the door stopped with a thud, knocking into someone on the other side.
A man in a white coat was waiting for them.
Dan let loose with the shotgun. The impact of the blast flung the agent backwards, riddling his coat with blood, and he collapsed into the dirt.
The yelling rose to a fever pitch.
“Come on, Quinn!” Dan shouted.
The two of them jumped into the dirt. Dan hung behind the open door, then sidestepped into the open and took an officer’s stance. He fired off another round toward the gate. A sickening grunt sounded in the distance.
“Let’s go!”
A broken-down Camaro was parked about twenty feet away. He guided his daughter toward it, and they ducked for cover. Gunfire exploded once again. He looked down at the shotgun, realizing he’d expended the last two rounds.
How many of the agents were there?
A few days earlier, two of the agents had paid a visit to the salvage yard, and Bubba, the salvage yard owner, had killed them. Afterwards, the survivors had driven the agent vehicles out into the desert to hide them.
Despite taking care of the men, Dan had suspected that the other agents might not be far behind. He just wished he and his daughter had left sooner.
He glanced next to him, taking in his daughter’s small frame under the glow of the headlights that cut across the yard. She was still clinging on to the pistol, her hands shaking.
I’ve got to get us out of this.
In just a few days, the two of them had survived hordes of the infected, car chases, and encounters with the agents. On top of that, they’d somehow managed to keep their sanity in spite of losing Julie—Dan’s wife, and mother to Quinn.
And here they were again, fighting for their lives. It didn�
��t seem fair.
Dan reached over and borrowed the pistol from his daughter and aimed it over the back of the Camaro. From their new position, he had full view of the attacker’s vehicle—a cargo van with the lights blazing, parked just inside the front gate.
Two agents were lurking beside it. When they spotted Dan, they lifted their weapons and started to advance.
Dan fired off several rounds of suppressive fire, forcing the men back to the van. One of them opened the driver’s side door and fired around it, and Dan hunkered down, listening to bullets rip through the air. Quinn lay on the ground next to him, her hands clamped over her ears.
Bullets dinged off the side of the Camaro.
After a few seconds the shooting stopped. Dan poked up again and squeezed off a round. This time he hit his mark, and the agent to the left of the van fell to the ground. The other man—hiding behind the driver’s side door—appeared to be reloading.
Instead of crouching again, Dan remained poised and ready, and when the other man reared his head, he aimed and fired.
The bullet struck the last man in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Two for two.
Dan exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
He waited several more minutes, certain that someone else would emerge, but the yard remained silent, and there was no one else in sight. The air was thick with dust and dirt, creating a smoky residue under the headlight’s glare.
The men on the ground stayed motionless.
Even if he’d gotten all of them, he was certain there’d be more coming. There was no question what needed to occur next: he and his daughter needed to leave.
Dan wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and turned to face Quinn. Hopefully she hadn’t been watching. She’d already seen enough bloodshed; the last thing he wanted to do was expose her to any more.
To his surprise, the ground next to him was empty.
Where was she?
He swiveled to find her, heart thumping, scanning the perimeter of the yard. Why did she leave his side? She’d been right next to him a second ago; he couldn’t imagine her running off without him.