Getting Out: A Post-Apocalyptic EMP Survival Thriller (The EMP Book 1)

by Ryan Westfield

Mandy could see it in Chad’s face. He was suffering. But she didn’t have much sympathy for him. He’d enjoyed the highs, and now he had to deal with the lows.

  “Great,” said Mandy. “I told you, Max. He’s on serious shit.”

  Max didn’t answer her.

  The men were looking at each other. They looked terrified.

  “Get down on your knees,” shouted Mandy.

  They did as they were told, sinking their knees into the mud.

  “Please don’t kill us,” said one.

  “Yeah,” said the other. “You know, I’ve always been a big fan of hockey. I hear that’s big in Russia…”

  “So you’re a traitor, are you?” said his buddy.

  “No, it’s not like that. I’m just saying if they’re taking over, then I might as well get with the new sports. They’re going to need Americans to run their Russian hockey leagues or whatever.”

  “Idiots,” said Max. “You think we’re really Russians or something?”

  “You’re not?”

  “I told you that from the beginning. But don’t get any funny ideas. That doesn’t mean she isn’t one hell of a shot. And we’re more than willing to shoot you. Now where’s the Jeep you stole from me?”

  “Right where it was before.”

  “You idiots didn’t even move it? Is everything still in it?”

  All the men nodded.

  “Amateurs,” muttered Max, more to himself than to anyone else.

  “All right,” said Max, to Mandy and Chad. “Looks like this pleasant little detour is over. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Chad managed to get himself off the ground. His oversized body was covered in mud, both dried and wet. His hair was matted. He looked terrible. His face had gone all blotchy, and it was puffy yet gaunt at the same time.

  “See you… Jeep…” said Chad, not really paying any attention to them.

  He rushed off as fast as he could across the field, headed towards the Jeep, towards his pills.

  “I guess he’s going to get his pills,” said Mandy coldly.

  “Come on,” said Max. “Let’s go.”

  “Wait,” said Mandy. “I’ve got a few more questions for these idiots.”

  “What could you possibly want to ask them?”

  “Don’t we need information? We haven’t talked to anyone else. I want to know what the hell’s going on.”

  “What’s going on? Everything is broken. Nothing works. Society is collapsing. That’s what’s going on.”

  “I want to hear it from them.” She still had her gun trained on them, even as Max was starting to walk away.

  “So,” she said to them. “Tell me what you know.”

  Max paused and looked back.

  “They don’t know anything,” he said. “They’re idiots. They thought we were Russian spies.”

  “What do you know?” repeated Mandy.

  “Honestly, nothing,” said one. He seemed to be the smartest of the group. “Nobody’s come through here. We figured the US had been attacked.”

  “Hmm,” said Mandy. “Quite the astute conclusion.”

  They didn’t seem to know what that meant.

  “Where’s everyone else in this town?” said Mandy.

  “At home. Everyone’s hiding.”

  “Then what are you men doing out?”

  “Well, there’s no sheriff. He died a month ago from a heart attack, and I guess we never got around to getting a new one.”

  “So what are you saying?”

  “Well we just went ahead and deputized each other, I suppose. That way we’re responsible for the safety of these parts.”

  “Are you all just idiots or something?” said Max.

  Mandy didn’t say anything at first. But a thought came to her.

  “And how’s everyone doing?” she said. “Is everyone all right?”

  “Is everyone all right?” said Max. “Are you crazy? Come on, let’s get out of this podunk town. We’ve got places to go and things to do. And I’m starving.”

  Mandy looked at the men. One of them wore an uncomfortable expression that she couldn’t quite read.

  She’d always had a good read on people, and truthfully she knew that despite her own anger, these men had just been trying to protect themselves and more importantly their families. They’d assumed the worst, which wasn’t really that far off—or it might not have been. After all, Mandy and Max had no idea what had happened.

  Mandy knew that these weren’t cruel men. Not deep in their hearts. They didn’t want to hurt Mandy, Max, or Chad, despite what they’d already done.

  And something was wrong. She could see it in the man’s sad face.

  “Who is it?” said Mandy, looking directly at him. She lowered her gun, pointing the muzzle at the ground. “Who’s sick?”

  “Who’s sick?” said Max. “Are you crazy? Come on, let’s get out of here.”

  “It’s my dad,” said the man, who noticed that Mandy had lowered her gun. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but he’s not right.”

  The other men lowered their heads in sadness.

  “He was on dialysis… We were taking him down to Philly twice a week. Obviously that’s not possible now…”

  “That’s a long drive,” said Mandy. “Come on, take me to your father. Maybe we can help.”

  They men looked at each other hesitantly.

  “Come on,” said Mandy, waving her arm. “Take me to him. Come on!”

  They got up slowly and started to walk towards her.

  Max walked back to her. “What are you doing?” he hissed in her ear. “Don’t you remember what they just did to us? Now the guy supposedly has a sick dad that you want to help?”

  18

  James

  “You’ve got to do something,” hissed Sadie in his ear.

  James had the scope of the gun to his eye.

  His finger was on the trigger, but he couldn’t bring himself to shoot. That wasn’t right. He had to speak first, but he was terrified.

  And worst of all, his mother had counted on him. Counted on him to protect himself, Sadie, and the possessions. Without the gear, they were screwed, and James knew that well. He understood the gravity of the situation. Even Sadie did now. She’d stopped checking her dead phone every five minutes.

  While James was sweating, while his heart was pounding, the man was quickly loading gear into his SUV.

  “You need to do something,” hissed Sadie, again.

  James knew she was right.

  “Stop right there,” he cried out.

  The man froze. He was on the way back to the pickup, his arms empty.

  “Who’s out there?” he called out.

  “Don’t move a muscle,” shouted James. He made an attempt to make his voice sound deeper and more manly that it might have otherwise been. Not that he wasn’t a man, but he didn’t always sound like one.

  “Who’s out there?” shouted the man.

  He moved his sunglasses up to get a better look. He started peering right where James and Sadie were hiding, but James was pretty sure he wasn’t seen.

  “Who’s out there?” shouted the man again.

  To James’s horror, the man didn’t sound scared. He didn’t look scared. His posture was relaxed.

  He was one of those huge muscular gym rats, who wasn’t intimidated by anyone.

  “I’ve got a gun trained on you,” shouted James. “And I won’t hesitate to shoot you in the head. Return what you’ve taken, and leave. If you don’t want to die.”

  James hoped that sounded convincing enough.

  To his horror, the man started to laugh to himself.

  “So you’re some kid out there in the woods? You’ve got your dad’s hunting rifle, is that it?”

  James didn’t know what to say. He didn’t answer.

  “How old are you, anyway?” shouted the man. “Twelve? Thirteen?”

  James was feeling anxiety and anger rising in his chest. He was far older,
and the man knew it, but he was just trying to talk down to him, trying to switch the power dynamic. But even though James was smart enough to recognize that, he felt powerless to stop it. After all, he wasn’t an adult. He didn’t know how to talk like one.

  “Look, kid,” said the man. “I was a cop. Fifteen years on the force. I’ve seen shit you wouldn’t imagine. I’ve shot guys. I’ve been shot, too, twice. I worked in the city. I’ve seen shit you wouldn’t believe. Now if you think you’re going to scare me with some line about blowing my head off…” He started laughing again. “Just forget it. Just forget it.”

  The man started walking towards the bed of the truck casually. He peered inside, taking his time examining the provisions, deciding what he wanted to take. He was doing it very obviously. Apparently he wanted James to truly understand who had the power here, making it less likely that James would shoot him.

  “Don’t move!” shouted James, anger starting to overtake the anxiety. His face felt red and hot. His chest felt full of the anger, which was coursing through him.

  But James had enough sense not to just haul off and shoot the guy right there because he was a dick, and because he was angry.

  “Look, kid,” said the man. “I don’t doubt you’ve got a gun. But come on, have you ever shot someone before? Are you really prepared to shoot at me, miss, and then hit me with your second shot? And watch me bleed out in agony on the pavement? I don’t think you’re ready for that reality, and I think you won’t be able to shoot me. I could easily rush you right now, and you’d be too much of a pussy to even fire a single shot… I could take that gun from you and turn it on you.”

  “I thought he was a cop,” whispered Sadie.

  Sadie was more innocent than James. In her world, all cops were good guys.

  James knew that they weren’t all bad guys, but that sometimes things were more complicated than they seemed. He knew that extreme situations pushed people into new roles. And he knew that some cops were dicks. He and his friends had been harassed and taken down to the station once when they were visiting West Philly on a Friday, just because they’d gone to some punk show.

  James had to say something, but he didn’t know what.

  Why couldn’t his mom be there?

  But he was a man.

  He didn’t need his mom to protect him and his sister, and their stuff.

  “I may be younger,” shouted James. “But this shit won’t work. I’m telling you, I’m going to shoot.”

  The man just laughed and grabbed a couple items from the bed of the pickup.

  “You don’t have it in you, kid,” said the man.

  James’s instincts were telling him to shoot now. His anger was telling him to shoot. It was his mind that was telling him not to, but now it was swinging around. They needed that stuff.

  “Just cause the power’s off, doesn’t mean you’re going to shoot an ex-cop.”

  The man has his back to James and Sadie. For all James knew, the man might get in his car and drive away, never to be seen again. James thought of how much they needed those provisions, of the long days ahead when times would be tough… What if someone got injured, and Sadie or his mom got hurt?

  James pulled the trigger.

  His aim was good. The bullet struck the man in the back of the head. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud.

  The bags of groceries he’d been holding fell to the ground, making a clattering noise on the pavement.

  James instantly felt sick. His blood felt hot.

  “Holy shit,” said Sadie.

  The scene was eerie. The SUV was still running.

  Shit, what had he just done?

  But he knew he had to be a man about this.

  “Stay there,” he told Sadie. “There might be someone else in that car. Keep your gun up like this.”

  He moved her hands and her rifle so that she was holding it properly.

  “If you need to, aim it and pull the trigger,” said James.

  Sadie looked scared, terrified. The reality was hitting her.

  James had never killed someone before, let alone seen a dead body.

  He started walking through the woods down to the road, moving carefully. Part of his mind was focused on his footing, just some trivial practical thing. The other part of his mind was reeling from what he’d just done. He’d taken a life. He’d killed a man.

  As James got closer, he saw the body more clearly.

  He leaned over and puked. There wasn’t much in his stomach, but whatever it was, it came up, vile and nasty. He could already smell the puke.

  But as soon as he vomited, he felt better.

  He walked slowly towards the body. There wasn’t any need to see if he was dead. He definitely was, his brains splattered on the pavement. It was just like those horrible pictures James had seen on the internet.

  James peered into the car. He was a little too dazed and shocked from the experience to lead with his gun.

  But there was no one in the car. James double-checked the back, in case someone was hiding there.

  James looked up and down the long stretch of empty road under the grey cloudy sky. There was no one.

  Where was his mom?

  James opened the driver’s door, got in, and parked the SUV in front of the pickup. He had to maneuver around the man’s dead body. He didn’t want to add insult to injury (or death, rather) by squashing the man’s body.

  He killed the engine and got out.

  He grabbed the bags of groceries from the backseat and walked towards the pickup. Then he stopped, realizing that the pickup didn’t work.

  It suddenly hit him and he felt like an idiot. Now they had a car.

  He put the groceries back.

  “Sadie!” he called out, gesturing for her to come down. “It’s safe. There’s no one here.”

  “Mom told us to stay in the woods,” called back Sadie.

  “I know, I know, but come down! I need your help with something!”

  “I’m not going down there,” shouted Sadie.

  Sighing, James walked back to her. It seemed to take forever. Time seemed to be slowing down. He wondered if it was the adrenaline. He had to step over the dead man’s body, and when he walked along the grass, he saw that there was blood on the bottom of his shoe from the pavement.

  Sadie looked completely terrified. She looked exhausted. And hungry.

  “He’s dead?” said Sadie. She knew he was dead. She definitely already knew.

  James nodded. “I didn’t have a choice.”

  “I know,” said Sadie quietly.

  “Sadie,” said James, crouching down in front of her. “I know Mom told us to stay up here. But we’ve got to make a decision.”

  “What decision?”

  “Well, we’ve got a working car now. Four wheel drive, everything we need.”

  “So?”

  “So I think we maybe should go drive and look for Mom.”

  “Are you crazy? She told us to stay here.”

  “I know, I know. But look, it’s getting late. And the clouds look darker. I think it might rain, or even storm.”

  “We can’t just leave,” said Sadie. “Mom’s going to be coming back to look for us. What happens when she comes back and we’re not here?”

  “I know, but I thought of that. But look at it this way. We know Mom’s going to be coming back down from the direction she came. Either a car or on foot. We’ll see her if we drive that way. Right?”

  “Yeah,” said Sadie. “But what if she doesn’t find a car and she takes a shortcut through the woods. You know she’ll find a way to do that, if it saves time. She isn’t going to be expecting that we’re driving. She isn’t going to expect us to have a car. What if she walks in the woods along the road?”

  James paused, considering it. Sadie had a good point, and he knew it.

  “So what do we do?” said James.

  “I don’t know.”

  “We could leave a note,” said James, l
ooking up at the sky. “I really think it’s going to rain. I mean, do you really think Mom is going to find a car that she can steal?”

  “That doesn’t sound like her,” said Sadie. “I mean she’s never stolen anything in her life.”

  “Except that gas.”

  “Well that was you.”

  “Shut up.”

  “I’m worried about her,” said Sadie. “None of us have eaten much.”

  “I’m starting to wonder what the point of bringing all that food was,” said James.

  “I think we should drive and find her,” said Sadie. “We’ll leave a note here for her, then if we don’t find her, we’ll come back.”

  “The note will say just to wait for us here?”

  “Exactly.”

  “OK,” said James. “Let’s go.”

  He helped Sadie to her feet. It seemed as if her legs had fallen asleep.

  “James,” said Sadie.

  “What?”

  “I want you to know… I know you had to do it.”

  She was referring to killing the guy.

  James didn’t say anything.

  “Help me load up the SUV,” he said.

  They got to work. It was tiring. There was a lot of stuff in the back of the pickup.

  But fortunately, the SUV was not only state of the art and apparently brand new, but it was spacious as well. Everything easily fit in there.

  Sadie made a sign out of a piece of scrap metal that had been lying in the bottom of the bed of the pickup since James could remember. She used a multitool to carve a message in there.

  She propped it up against a rock.

  “You think she’ll see it?”

  “Definitely, and it’s good because if someone’s just driving by they won’t notice it. It’ll just look like a piece of metal.”

  “What if Mom drives by and doesn’t see it?”

  “She’ll stop and look for us. Plus, we’ll see her driving down, right? There’s only one road.”

  “As far as we know.”

  They were ready. James started the car, and the engine hummed magnificently. It really was a fine vehicle, thought James to himself.

  He didn’t look back at the dead man on the road. There was no need to. He’d seen all he needed to see. It was death, final and simple. That was it. There wasn’t much to it. It wasn’t complicated.