The Feral Children [A Zombie Road Tale] Box Set | Books 1-3

by Simpson, David A.

  Kodiak told them there were more chickens and cows out there they could bring back to the zoo, but they would be without eggs or milk until they found them. The antelope and gazelle were all dead. Slaughtered in the pen that was supposed to keep them safe. It had been a mistake to cage them. His mistake. He muttered a curse under his breath. Why was nothing ever easy?

  The garden was trampled flat and the destroyed crops were already turning brown. There might be a few ears of corn that could be salvaged. Maybe a few beans. The greenhouse was in tatters, the plastic torn, the poles knocked over, the raised beds spilled out. Most of the early beans, jellies and fruits they spent weeks canning had been knocked off the shelves in the basement and lay broken in a sticky mess. They still had the canned goods from the pantry and the meat in the smoke house but it wouldn’t be enough to last a winter. Hunting had been slim and dangerous through the winter months last year. Most times Donny and Swan came back with nothing. They had rationed, they had been okay and there was always the livestock to butcher if they absolutely had to. That option was gone now. The new herds, the foals and calves and babies all gone along with their mothers. It was too late to plant another garden, the first frost could hit as early as September and it would take them weeks to get everything prepared for planting again. Kodiak wished he could be as optimistic as Murray about the warehouse. For all he knew it was full of car parts or something.

  The house was in shambles, too. Broken windows, broken doors, broken walls. They threw away their gore drenched blankets and scrubbed at the floors to lift the stains. He would have to figure out how to put new windows in it but he was sure Murray had a book that would tell them how. Plastic nailed over the openings would be okay for now but not when it was ten below. The house had the only fireplace, they didn’t have an option to move into any of the other buildings.

  There were too many bodies to burn or bury, they didn’t want a pile of rotting meat anywhere near the zoo and they didn’t really trust the tractor to go very far. At least not until they had a chance to test it out. The fish and turtles in the Mississippi would have to dispose of them.

  They worked hard but took breaks to care for their companions. The bears shook it off, their thick hides had protected them from the worst of the teeth and claws. River had been hurt the worst, deep puncture wounds from Diablo had torn one of his shoulders to shreds. They still weren’t sure the wolf cub would live if infection set in, the gashes were deep.

  With the help of the triplets, Murray took inventory as the rest did what they could do to seal up the house again. The grocery store in Putnam was empty of edibles. It was small to begin with and it had been their main supplier for months now. The kitchens of the few restaurants in town had long ago been raided. He made more notes as they called up from the basement and gave him a count of the unbroken jars. Swan could recheck some of the abandoned places she’d already cleared. Donny and Yewan could look for livestock to replace their slaughtered herd. It was June and they were basically starting all over again. He wasn’t worried about the coming winter like the rest of them, Bob had assured him the warehouse was full of food, enough for years. He’d wanted to get on the road to self-sufficiency, though. He didn’t want to depend on anything outside the fences. He wanted them to be able to live without raiding because they would have to go farther and farther and eventually all the goods would run out. It would be like so many of the movies he’d seen or video games he played. People would kill each other over a can of beans. They needed to be able to make more food. They’d be okay, he wasn’t worried about starving, but he didn’t like having all of their eggs in one basket. That was asking for trouble. He had to look no further than the pen full of dead antelope and their trampled garden to see that.

  22

  Kodiak

  Kodiak leaned against the door of the cleaned-out barn. He was ready to flop down in the fresh hay and take a much-needed nap.

  It had taken most of the day to clean the house and board up the windows. His stomach grumbled with hunger but they hadn’t eaten, just snacks. The gruesome task had driven their appetites away and exhausted most of their cleaning supplies. They’d have to get more when they went on a food run. The stink of death still hung over the house, even stronger than the Pine-sol and bleach. No amount of scented candles was gonna clear out that smell anytime soon. His hands ached from carrying hundreds of buckets of bloody mop water from the house.

  He was tired and sore. His wounds hurt and his mind was heavy with worry. Not for the first time, he wondered how he’d survived so far. He couldn’t see all of the things he’d done right, just those things he’d done wrong. He’d been the last one at the hyena cage. He should have checked the gate latch. He knew how dangerous they were. Derek’s death was on him. Lucy’s death was on him. He tried to find a way to blame himself for his mom’s death too.

  He’d been the one to find Gordon. He’d been the one who’d extended mercy when Gordon continually screwed up. The boy that Bert killed was on him too.

  He could have just as easily been home in bed on the day of the outbreak. He could have faked an upset stomach and his mom would have believed him. There was plenty of sickness going around those days leading up to the outbreak. He could have had the whole day to himself, just him and his Xbox and raw chocolate chip cookie dough. She would have been none the wiser. He had thought about, had almost tried it, but he knew they needed him. He’d already heard her on the phone with Derek, had overheard them talking about the others who’d already called off. He’d gone in because it was what he was supposed to do and because his mom was counting on him. She was still counting on him. He’d sworn he’d do what her goodbye letter had asked. He would keep that promise as long as he drew breath.

  It wasn’t all his fault, but he tried hard to make it be. He constantly questioned if he was doing the right thing. Harper insisted that his constant self-assessment was what made him a good leader. He’d grunted. Sometimes it was too much to process. He had to decide what was best for the tribe.

  He thought about the triplets. They’d never been to a school dance. There’d never be a homecoming football game in their future. They’d never get the chance to make googly eyes at another boy or girl over banana splits at the Dairy Queen. All the rites of passage of growing up were stripped from them. Vanessa, Murray and Harper tried their best to teach them a basic curriculum but so much of it didn’t matter now. Who cared if you knew algebra? It was much more important to know how to build a fish trap. They’d regress further and further without the influence of society. Out here, there were no rules. No structure. Sure, survival was an education in itself but all it took was one mistake and you were dead or one of the undead.

  He pondered over something Murray had told them as they had looked at the ruined house, the dead bodies and the work that was ahead of them.

  Bob said we could go to Lakota. He’d then went on to describe a walled city with hundreds of acres of open land and clean water and schools and a Chucky Cheese and a whole town of good people.

  “I knew he was lying about coming from Canada.” Swan said. “It just didn’t make sense.”

  Murray talked about the place as they worked and it sounded too good to be true. Maybe it was. Maybe the stranger had told a lie but what if he hadn’t? Could Lakota be the answer? Murray made it sound like the old world was alive and well within its walls. Bob had assured him there would be a place for the animals, but would there really? Would civilized people be comfortable with a 1200-pound grizzly bear walking down the sidewalk?

  If they stayed, he knew someday, someone would leave the tribe. Wanderlust would set in or some dispute that couldn’t be settled. Food was still abundant, but it wouldn’t always be. They thought they’d had it made with the garden and the Savage Ones destroyed it in minutes. He dreaded the day he woke up to find a note from Swan, maybe Donny. They would want to see what was out there beyond the fences and the rivers. Zombies wouldn’t always be the biggest threat. A few
more winters and it would be pretty safe to go out in the world as long as you were careful.

  Curiosity might be the biggest threat to the tribe. What was there to discover in the burnt-out cities and abandoned towns? The factories and laboratories. The top-secret places on military bases. So many possibilities. Did they really want to stay and be dirt farmers forever? He felt the pull but he felt the duty to the tribe more. The promise to mom. Someday he wouldn’t be needed. Murray thought that in five years most of the zombies would be so ate up they wouldn’t be dangerous anymore. What then? Ride off into the sunset with Harper? Find one of those fortified towns and settle down to raise fat babies and try to forget the past?

  He pushed the thoughts away. There was too much to focus on in the here and now. Murray was pretty confident the warehouse held food. If he was right, they’d be okay. If he was wrong, they’d still be okay. It would just be a lot harder.

  He rubbed a hand over Otis’s fur as the big bear lumbered into the barn, looking for a spot to sleep.

  “We’ll figure something out, buddy.” He said. “We have to.”

  23

  Gordon

  Gordon fiddled with the knob on the Ham radio in the basement of the deserted house. None of the others knew about it and he wasn’t sharing. He knew his way of running things was the best way, but he caught the glares from the corners of his eyes when they thought he wasn’t looking. He was in control, for now. That could change. He knew he was heavy handed and most of their compliance was based in fear. A few of them were onboard of their own choosing, but the others he’d have to watch. It was best to have a backup plan. And a plan after that.

  He rubbed his ears, tried to block out the sound. The scratch, scratch, scratching was loud today. He looked around, hoped to see a mouse clawing on something, anything that would explain that dreaded noise. Nothing. He knew it was in his head, just like the voice of his father but he didn’t feel crazy, he felt powerful.

  He pushed the transmit button on the mike.

  “Rogue to Anubis Society, do you copy?”

  The people he’d been talking to said they would give him further instructions when the information about the warehouses panned out. It could be a fresh start for him. He was getting tired of babysitting his crew, tired of their glares, tired of their laziness. He knew they talked about him behind his back. Sometimes it was more trouble than it was worth, especially if the Society could deliver what they promised. He was considering trading the whole sorry lot of them and one of the food warehouses for a ticket to join. He’d leave this place and be with people of his own kind if it was anywhere near as opulent as they described. It would be a lot easier than dealing with the losers he was stuck with. They were very interested when he told them he knew where a whole tribe of kids were. They asked about them every time they spoke. They really liked children for some reason.

  A static filled voice came across the radio.

  “We copy you Rogue. How’s the weather?” The voice asked.

  Gordon grinned. This was a game they’d played every time they’d talked. They were always trying to get little hints of where he might be. He wasn’t giving up his location that easily. He planned on setting up a rendezvous and observing these people for a while before he walked into their midst. Make sure they were on the up and up and it wasn’t a trap by a bunch of slavers or cannibals.

  “Still holding my current location.” He answered. “Just checking to see if you guys verified the grocery warehouse I told you about so we can move forward with the negotiations.”

  There was silence on the other end. Shortly, another voice came across the radio. An angry one.

  “Negative Rogue.” The voice was a snarl. “Do you think this is a joke? Do you think we forgive treachery? We’ve lost all contact with the team. They have missed their last three check ins. If this was some kind of trick, be advised that the might of Anubis will scour you from the face of the earth. There is nowhere you can hide. Our armies are sweeping this country and we will hunt you down if you have double crossed us. Do you understand?”

  Gordon’s brain went blank with fear and felt the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.

  “My, my info was good, Anubis.” He stuttered. “Maybe your team was delayed?”

  What could have gone wrong? Putnam was a ghost town. Most of the undead were trapped indoors. A horde maybe? No way those zoo brats could have stopped them. A bunch of ragged kids and their mangy animals couldn’t have derailed his plans. They couldn’t have defeated a well-armed group of soldiers. He felt a cold knot of uncertainty curling in his belly, making him nauseous. He heard the booming laugh of his father in his head.

  “Perhaps they’re having radio difficulties.” The original, soothing voice said “Give us your location. We will meet and you can help us sort this out. You can show us the warehouse. There is forgiveness at the feet of our Lord if you are worthy.”

  Something in the tone of the speaker set off the alarm bells in Gordon’s head. They blamed him, thought he set up an ambush. Why did they keep asking for his location?

  They’re coming for you Gordon. His fathers’ voice said in his head.

  Something was scratching at the door and he whirled in the chair, looked for scabby fingers to worm their way under it. The sound moved, now it was coming from inside the walls. He closed his eyes and repeated it’s not real over and over until the scratching faded. He stared at the microphone and his mind raced. They were tracking him right now. The calm voice was telling him about the luxuriant rooms, the finest foods and the compliant women that would be his once he joined them. They were trying to get him to transmit, to keep talking to them. They were triangulating his position just like they did in the movies. Somehow those brats had done something to the soldiers and before he could push the thought away, tell himself they were just a bunch of stupid kids, he remembered last winter. Them and their animals had wiped out most of his crew and destroyed nearly all of their snowmobiles. They were the real killers and the Society was blaming him. They thought he did it!

  “Rogue, are you still there?” the soothing voice asked.

  He snatched the microphone and flung it against the wall. It still hissed with static and he felt the panic well up inside of him. What would they do if they found him? He should unplug it, maybe they were still tracking him. He snatched the radio off the table and flung it against the wall. The plug jerked out of the socket, the lights faded out but was that enough? Was the scratching coming from inside of it? He grabbed a chair and started smashing it, over and over until the wooden legs splintered, the metal case was crushed and the fragile components littered the floor. He pushed the sweat drenched hair out of his eyes and stood panting, looking at the broken radio. The busted chairs and table. The shattered furniture and the holes punched in the drywall. The room was a shambles, a hurricane had gone through it and he didn’t remember how it happened. He’d just wanted to unplug the radio. The scratching had finally stopped and his dad’s condescending voice was quiet for once.

  His fear turned to anger as he leaned against the wall and got his breathing under control. Those kids had interfered again. Somehow they had stopped him from joining the Society, from living in an opulent palace with undreamed of riches. The radio had said he could join the inner circle if he supplied them with dozens of workers and whole warehouses of food. Now they thought he’d tricked them, had ambushed them. He was innocent, he hadn’t done anything, and now they might come looking for him. Maybe he hadn’t unplugged the radio fast enough. Maybe they knew where he was. He had to find out what happened.

  His hands curled into fists. It was time. Time to teach those snotty brats a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget. He stared at the shattered remains of the radio one last time then marched up the stairs.

  24

  Tribe

  The tribe was anxious to get going. They had cleaned up the best they could, healed up as much as they were going to. The tractor sat idling and could b
arely be heard from a few yards away. With the extra muffler welded in place and fiberglass batting wrapped around the engine compartment, it was as quiet as a car. The blood in the trailer had been scrubbed clean and the sides were reattached. If the warehouse held food, they’d be able to haul enough in one load to last them for a long time.

  Weapons were checked. Blades were sharpened. Repaired armor was adjusted. They all needed new gear and the wagon would let them haul as much as they wanted. For the first time, Landon, Caleb and Clara didn’t complain when they were told they couldn’t go. The tribe had heaped praise on them for saving Murray, for stopping the Savage ones from eating him. They took their duty of protecting him seriously and had helped Donny grind down more screwdrivers. If they lost one in a fight, they didn’t want to have to use a can of beans again. They wanted backup weapons like the rest of the tribe.

  “We’ll be back. Anything else you need?” Kodiak asked the four on the porch.

  Murray sat with his capuchins, the triplets at his side. “Some peanut butter cups would be nice. Oh, and some Dr. Pepper, and some gummy bears. Some nuts for the capuchins would be great too. Don’t forget sunflower seeds, beef jerky and some hot Doritos. Remember to get AA batteries and any propane cylinders you can find. Also mac and cheese, a couple of axes, animal feed, some Fruit Roll-Ups and some new solar panels.”

  “Ok, ok, we get it.” Kodiak laughed. “It’s all on the list. We’ll see what we can do.”