Peggy was more pleasant to be around when she was asleep than when she was awake. With the onset of dementia, she had become hard work for the small make-shift household to take care of. He knew it wasn’t her fault and that any semblance of her old routine had been shattered by having to adapt to radical new ways of living. Nonetheless, Robert found it exceedingly frustrating at times and often resented her being in the house.
Stepping into what used to be his bedroom, he flung open the door to the built-in wardrobe. He had long since moved his actual sleeping quarters to a more fortified position. He had literally dug into the ground for protection. At fifty-two, he was a man of simple tastes and wanted to live, so he had no problem sleeping in a hole in the ground just in case. Although he was already in a fortified compound, the key to survival, in his opinion, was multiple layers of defense. Looking through the wardrobe, he finally dragged on a pair of worn jeans and yanked out a flannel check shirt. The outfit was comfortable and practical for the work he had ahead.
He scurried down the stairs, and his feet went easily into his leather boots. Outside was positively glorious. On days like today, he thought, you could almost imagine that the world hadn’t gone to total shit. The sun shone down brightly, making beads of sweat develop on his brow and down his back so that his shirt stuck to his skin.
The ranch was not what it once was, that was for sure. The open spaces no longer stretched on as far as the eye could see. As a farmer, Robert was adaptable and had a seemingly innate command of survival techniques ingrained in his character long before things went to hell. He'd downsized the borders of the property considerably but kept it large enough to permit a fruit orchard, vegetable patch and fields for the pigs, cows and goats. The land was secured by huge trucks parked together, marking a “safe” area for him to engage in basic farming, as well as a space to have some semblance of a day-to-day life.
When news of the plague hit, Robert drove for over a day to reach the main supermarket that sourced his goods. Havoc reigned supreme with looters. Seeing which way the wind was blowing, Robert found a fully stocked van, whose previous owner was nowhere to be found. You had to do what you had to do these days, and he promptly drove it to his property. The height of the trucks prevented the zombies from climbing them. The trucks he'd accumulated over time were parked strategically so that the ladders faced inwards. Aware that they were capable of crawling, Robert bailed up barbed wire under and over every vehicle to prevent any strays coming his way and invading his semi-peaceful surroundings.
The idea seemed ingenious to Robert. He made the trip a few times to the supermarkets to gather as many heavyweight vehicles as possible and fill them with food and drink and drive them home to secure the ranch. He decided to extend his attempts to fortify his property by obtaining other trucks that held relevant stock or produce that could benefit Robert and his animals.
He even had the good fortune of coming across a gas station that had numerous tanker trucks abandoned in the car park. The mammoth vehicles not only provided protection from the undead, but afforded Robert the luxury of a good diesel supply to run generators as well as a light truck for short foraging journeys.
It was during his discovery of the service station that he first stumbled across Britney.
Chapter 2
The man who had just stepped out of the truck didn’t look threatening to Britney. Her step-brother, Liam, wasn’t quite as sure. They’d been hiding in the service station for weeks. Mostly people came through, filled their engines with gas, pilfered what stock they could find, and moved on. However this guy drove religiously to the station for three days in a row and made off with one of the tankers each time, strapping his motorcycle to the truck each time so he could return the next day.
“If we don’t approach him soon, we’ll be stuck here forever,” hissed Britney at her older brother.
He silenced her by putting his fingers to his lips. A star of the university basketball team at six foot five, Liam was reasonably confident if things got physical he could take the middle-aged man out. Britney could see Liam measuring up the older man.
“Haven’t you noticed he never brings a gun? Never comes with other people. Never comes in to steal what little food we have left for Grandma.”
“She’s your grandmother, not mine,” growled Liam, reminding her that they weren't related by blood.
“We should talk to him.”
“It’s not safe,” snapped Liam.
His head felt achy, and he was experiencing hot flashes.
“It’s not safe here with you either,” said Britney tersely.
She immediately wished she hadn’t.
Liam’s hand went to the tear in the lower left leg of his jeans. “I keep thinking how many times we’ve been held at gunpoint and threatened and abused by people stumbling across this service station and none of those fuckers pulled the trigger. I go out the back for one fucking beer and some time to think, only to find one of those creatures lurking around. Clearly it was as hungry as we were,” recalled Liam for the umpteenth time, still flummoxed by his bad luck.
There was no need for Britney to reiterate that the creature had taken a sizeable bite of flesh from Liam. The wound was an angry, raised bleeding welt, weeping with puss.
“I still can’t believe I managed to stay alive through all the initial chaos and violence, only to get bitten by a fucking zombie. It’s fucking bullshit. I’m going to be one of them and suddenly I’m scared. Really scared. Scared that maybe there’s no God or no heaven. Scared I’ll be trapped in a body and unable to communicate. Scared I won’t register anything or anyone.”
Britney was shocked to see Liam crying. They weren’t the closest of step-siblings. With Liam being a senior at college, Britney’s clique of freshmen friends thought him a complete heartthrob. His athletic physique and dark black crew cut contrasting with ocean blue eyes drew a lot of female attention.
“Liam, I know… We’ll deal with that. But for now, this man seems harmless. One day soon he’ll complete his truck collection and won’t ever come back here, and we don’t know how long it’ll be before we even see anyone else. He’s older. He looks like he knows what’s going on. He looks as if he can help. He must also be taking those trucks somewhere. I bet it’s safer than here.”
Liam sat in silence on his haunches, rocking back and forth trying to control his temper.
“There’s no fucking cure, Britney.” He was understandably fixed on the “I’m going to turn into a fucking zombie” topic.
“We don’t know that, and even if there’s not, he might be able to make sure you don’t turn into one of them.”
“What if he won’t talk? Won’t help us?” asked Liam stonily.
“Then I’ll make him,” asserted Britney. “I have my ways.”
By now the stranger had loaded up his bike behind the cab of the truck and was preparing to start off. It was unclear if he was somehow hotwiring the trucks, or if he had actually found the keys, but either way, they heard the truck roar to life. She raced across the parking lot out of Robert’s line of sight and began to climb the ladder at the back of the tanker.
What the hell was she doing? wondered Liam. As her plan dawned on him, he raced after her with equal stealth.
She was going to get herself killed.
“Let me come with you!”
“You can’t. You won’t make it. You don’t have the energy or strength to hold on.”
“You don’t know that you do, either,” protested Liam.
“No, but I’ve a better chance. Stay here with gran – Peggy. I’ll come back as soon as he gets to wherever he’s going and I’ve explained everything to him.”
“What if you don’t come back? I won’t know how to track you.”
For once his tone was completely that of a concerned and overprotective brother. Britney hugged him hard.
“If I don’t come back, you, me and Peggy will all end up the in the same place anyway,” she answered sadl
y. “We have to do something. We’re almost out of food and gran’s in bad shape.”
The truck began to pull away and Britney felt her eyes welling with tears as she left the last two souls she knew on earth in the dust.
Chapter 3
Robert had actually spotted the girl the moment she jumped on the truck, but he decided to allow her to hitch a ride with him. He figured he would see what she was made of. His intuition told him she wasn’t trouble. He could just tell by the way she moved that she was hardly a street smart criminal. Still, it was unclear exactly what she was, but he would be better able to handle her on his own and within his own compound where he had the advantage.
That had been months ago. The important part is that he had taken them in. Once he heard her story, it was a no-brainer, so to speak. It just made sense. He was lost in the revelry of thinking about their first meeting as he now searched throughout the compound to find her. He had a pretty good idea of where she was actually. Irritation seized him as he climbed a truck and finally located the girl on the opposite side of the perimeter, just where he thought she’d be. He slid down the truck and began walking toward her, shaking his head. She was so engrossed, she didn’t hear his approach. A familiar member of the undead had a length of cord round his ankle, tied to a peg secured deep in the ground. Britney was holding the creature’s rotting hand and trying to make eye contact. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she was deliberately keeping her speaking voice low and soothing.
Impulsively, he wanted to jump in and wretch her away from the vulgar anomaly. But if he startled the zombie, it might bite or lash out at her and that was the last thing he wanted.
“Britney,” he whispered.
Robert’s voice was equivalent to golden honey. Britney turned and dropped the zombie’s hand she’d been using to caress her cheek.
“Step back,” he ordered, his voice barely sounding.
The instant Britney stepped back, the zombie growled and reached for her. Britney fell to her rump, but Robert was there to catch her and drag her from the creature’s reach. Ensuring she was out of harm’s way, Robert sat next to her. He wanted to console her but didn’t know where to start.
“He doesn’t know you, Brit,” he said kindly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“You don’t know that.”
“No, I don’t. But whether he does or not, he still wants to eat you.”
“That’s because he’s starving.”
Robert studied Liam, or what was left of him. He was a shadow of a man, his jeans and shirt now in tatters. The baseball shirt he was wearing was oversized. He once had a sturdy frame, but it had wasted considerably since turning.
“I don’t think this is healthy, Brit. You gotta stop.”
“He’s my family.”
“Peggy’s your family. I’m your family now,” he reminded her.
His injured voice struck a chord with Britney. “I know. I thought maybe he might eat rats and feral animals or something.”
“Maybe he would if he wasn’t pegged to the site,” reasoned Robert. “But you know we need him here. He’s pegged to perimeter alongside the others to keep any stray zombies from coming near the ranch. You know how it works. For whatever reason, when the zombies see other zombies, they lose interest… They just don’t attack. Maybe it’s some weird undead territory thing. Hell, I have no fucking idea. Or maybe they just aren't smart enough to spot someone alive when you’re surrounded by the undead. Whatever it is, our little ring of zombie pets seems to be working.”
“I know. It’s just so hard to let go. I wish I could feel better about seeing him like this.”
“I know, hon. Britney, think of it like this. We’re on our own out here. If we were in a bigger town, maybe we would have the manpower to keep ourselves safe. But the nearest town is a two-hour drive away and its population was only 4700 people before the turn. No one came to our rescue at the Turn, and no one is coming to our rescue now. Liam, at least, is still helping us, and we get to see him around. Even if he’s a little…different now.
“You’d think your son would’ve done something to get the army out here to help,” said Britney bitterly.
The same thought had crossed Robert’s mind, but he didn’t want Britney disparaging his son. But he also knew it was ridiculous to think they could just send troops out into the middle of nowhere on one soldier’s whim. They had to defend the cities.
“Bobby was a private. Hardly the highest ranking. I don’t think he’d have the gall to sweet talk a general into rushing in to rescue his hometown with tanks and supplies.”
Liam took a step toward his sister and crumpled to his knees.
“Ahhh, Jesus,” cussed Robert at the pitiful sight.
Britney burst into tears.
“He’ll live forever and have no quality of life. He needs to eat.”
“What are we supposed to feed him?”
“So I just stay here for the rest of my life and watch my brother exist in this constant state of death?”
“Maybe, but at least you know where he is and what happened to him. It’s a darn sight better than wondering if one of your sons was killed in action. It’s better than wondering if your youngest son is dead, has turned or is desperately trying to make his way back to his old man. You know he promised to help me and sometimes I can’t help but wonder if he’s on his way home even now. Be thankful you know where your loved ones are and what happened to them. That’s all I’m saying.”
A silence settled between the two.
“Do you want me to put him out of his misery?” murmured Robert.
Britney shook her head. Standing up she walked over to Liam. Obtaining a pocket knife from the front pocket of her jeans, she set about cutting Liam’s cord and freeing him.
“They may find a cure one day. If I killed my brother and didn’t give him the chance to survive, I’d never forgive myself.”
Liam began to gather himself and stand. Again his frail legs couldn’t bear his weight and he crumbled. With a sickened expression, Britney watched as her step-brother crawled off towards the open plains.
Chapter 4
It had all been different when she first arrived. Robert still remembered that day. He had driven back with her holding on for dear life the whole way. As soon as he got back, he set to adding the tanker to his fortifications. After lining it up, he jumped down from the cab to see what adjustments needed to be made. At the same time, he saw that Britney had climbed along the top of the truck.
She had no idea what distance they had covered, but the journey had been a full day. Britney was relieved he had stopped after the first four hours, which gave her time to climb the ladder and hold tight to the top of the truck for the remaining four-hour drive to his compound. It was secure, flatter and a lot less strain on her muscles. Now as she finally came out of hiding, her legs and arms trembled as she lowered herself down each rung of the ladder.
Coming out from behind the truck, she saw Robert checking that the front of the new truck was pressed up against the rear of the truck in front.
“I'm not dangerous and I'm not one of them,” she greeted.
“Oh, you decided to come down. Good. I wasn’t sure you would be able to hang on the whole way, but you did a mighty fine job.” He went back to aligning the truck. He had been raised with good manners and taught to treat women with respect, but times were different now. Still, this girl did not set off his alarms. He'd seen women with guns and vulgar language ransacking the supermarket and even looting the service station. She was not one of those woman.
Slowly, he walked toward her.
“You knew I was up there! Well why didn’t you stop and let me sit inside! That was eight hours…I could have been killed!”
“Well, maybe I wanted to be sure you were a survivor.”
She just looked at him, holding her ground and unsure of what to say next.
“So, if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly can I do for yo
u, miss?”
“I've seen you at the service station the last few days. We were there when it happened. I mean we were staying there. People came and went, and when my brother tried to defend our position, maintain what few supplies we had...well, almost everyone got violent.”
Britney sensed that Robert was listening keenly to her. She kept talking calmly and clearly.
“We watched you, and well, we can’t stay there forever, and you seemed somehow, nice, or maybe strong. We don’t know where to go and so, well… I thought you might help us.”
By the age of fifty-two, Robert considered himself someone who got an accurate picture of a person from first impressions. The girl wasn't a liar.
“Why didn't you approach me at the service station? It's an eight-hour drive here.”
“My brother and I couldn't agree on whether or not to ask you for help. You look like a good man to me,” Britney said it aloud and prayed her assessment of Robert was right. “Rather than argue with my brother, I hitched a ride so he couldn't stop me.”
“That brave,” drawled Robert, “and kind of stupid.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” admitted Britney, shrugging.
Robert smiled. The folly of youth. She was young, perhaps even younger than his youngest son. She was sweet and open and honest.
“So, like I said, what exactly do you want from me?”
“I hadn't really thought that far ahead.”
“You want to come in for something to eat and drink? You must be shattered after riding on the top of the truck for eight hours.”
“I can trust you?”
“It's a bit late to worry about that,” laughed Robert.
Britney had a healthy appetite and was good company. In just a few hours, Robert realized just how much he missed interacting with other people. His house was huge and even if his son did arrive, the size of the house would comfortably accommodate Britney's small family of three. She had finally told him of her grandma as well.
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