Green Fields (Book 4): Extinction

by Adrienne Lecter

  A woman a few years older than me nodded emphatically to that. “They kicked us out because they claimed we were stealing from them. All we did was not give them all of the wares they had requested because they didn’t even offer us something to eat that wasn’t borderline rancid. And unlike you folks we rely on the safe harbor of the settlements. Without that we cannot stay on the road.”

  Her sentiment was echoed by several others.

  Jason nodded. “I’ve heard stories that many of the traders camp just out of sight of the gates here for a few days where it’s mostly safe before they return for their five days in Dispatch. If they are going to make a run, it needs to be worth the risk.” More agreement rose.

  I didn’t know what to make of this. “So what you essentially say is that to do their job, they need to be sure that their journeys are short.”

  The woman from before inclined her head. “Yes. We can camp out in the wild, but we’d rather not. We lack the manpower and knowledge to secure a campsite and fight our way out of a tight spot if we can’t run. Most settlements are close enough together that they can be reached on the same day if we catch an early start. But if they won’t let us in, or won’t let us stay at least one night so we can prepare for the next leg of the journey, the risk is getting too great.”

  “We lost three entire trains just this month,” another guy spoke up. “All of them experienced folks who shouldn’t have gotten caught out there but still did. Made us think, maybe we should band together and form larger trains, but one of those that went missing were over thirty people strong, and that didn’t help them one bit.”

  I glanced at Nate, trying to glean something from his reaction. He was nodding to everything that was brought up, but I didn’t miss the way his jaw was set. Sympathy he might have with all of them because we were practically in the same boat, but that was as far as his understanding went.

  “Have you thought of a different solution yet?” I asked. “You could get trained guards to help you. Or only go out when the roads are reported clear.”

  Rita scoffed, but it seemed less at me and more at the situation in general. “We’ve needed over eight months to establish the outer perimeter around Dispatch, and that took over four hundred people working together. We try to monitor the streaks and people report in whenever they traverse a safe stretch of road, but that still makes for one hell of a patchy roadmap where the situation could change in a heartbeat. We’d need at least twice as many of the heavy hitters out there on constant patrol to get better reports and do some minor cleanup. That’s not going to happen any time soon, even if we start a training program right now. Besides, would you want to spend weeks on the road just guarding someone else’s ass?”

  I wondered if that was a jab at me—and what she might perceive the guys were doing for me—but the usual challenge was missing from her tone.

  “Honestly? I’d rather hit a mall and get new gear for others to distribute,” I said.

  Jason seemed to agree with me. “That’s what Rita proposed earlier.”

  “Come again?” I didn’t have to feign my surprise.

  He explained, “Between us, we already know that there’s a divide between scavengers and traders. Why not make it official? We get the goods. They get it to the people who need them. No more mail runs for us, no more heckling because someone broke a leg and now they’re all afraid we might collectively turn into zombies any moment now. The settlements still have to let us in if we need to get off the road, but with others doing the easy runs, they’ll probably let their guard down sooner if they are used to your friendly neighborhood trader dropping in once a week or so.”

  A somewhat grizzled looking guy in a leather jacket—impervious to the heat, it seemed—laughed at that. “Or they’ll never open their gates to any of us ever again.”

  “It is the best solution,” Rita insisted. “You’re still welcome in Dispatch. I haven’t heard the guys over at the Silo sneer at us, either. And we know from a few settlements who’ve even gone as far as to actively invite scavengers so we get some R & R on the road. We can hunt, or easily clear up the odd resident zombie population if need be. If we enforce the divide, towns have to declare their allegiance. If they only want traders, fine, so be it. But that means if they change their minds, they’ll have to offer bigger compensation. If they are welcoming, we’ll make sure they get the better goods, faster. And just as they can blacklist us, we will blacklist them.”

  I didn’t miss that she saw her own allegiance with us, but then she would be treated like that outside of the secured walls of her fortress. What she said made sense, but it also struck me as damn idealistic.

  “And how do you want to enforce that?” I wanted to know. “Sure, we can all throw a hissy fit, but that won’t help us if we get eaten by the undead.”

  “There’s also another issue,” the woman from before interjected. “Most of the larger settlements don’t depend on us. They still have the government. Just as they brought the materials and manpower to build up their fancy palisades and trenches, they could overrule anything that comes from us. You know that they’re all just lapdogs. So far not a single settlement has ruled against joining their union or resisted exiling us to a life on the road.”

  “There’s New Angeles,” Grizzled Guy stated.

  “New what?” I just had to ask.

  “New Angeles. Like L.A., just with the ‘new’ label in front of it. You know how the townies get with naming their settlements.”

  The woman scoffed at him. “Have you been there? I say it’s nothing but a myth.”

  I looked at Nate, but he gave me the same blank stare back. He hadn’t heard of that, either.

  Jason chuckled. “I know how this sounds, but I know a guy who knows a guy who’s been there. It does exist. Likely not the great oasis some make it out to be, but there is a settlement in northern California, and they’re not playing ball with the powers that be. But unless you want to move there, it’s not going to change anything. They are one town only. There are more than a hundred established settlements and strongholds that are our real concern, and likely twice as much by the end of the summer if they keep building them up as they do.”

  After seeing the numbers on the Wall, that eased some of my residual fear that we would all go extinct, but it certainly didn’t help with the problem at hand.

  Rita’s shrug was as ambivalent as they got. “Doesn’t matter whether it’s a myth or not. It’s easily three days driving from the closest settlement, and that’s in the middle of Nevada. Until fall, no one’s going to make that route unless they can take care of themselves. And it stands to reason that the streaks will migrate south again once temperatures drop. That still leaves us with half a year that we have to get through first. Come winter, we need to have this all worked out. We can’t just all hunker down here or with Jason’s guys in Utah.”

  “Why not?” Everyone was looking at me weirdly for asking that. “Seriously, why not build some kind of extended shelter for everyone that needs it for the coming winter? You certainly have the space here. I’m sure that a lot of us would be happy to help with guard duty in exchange for a place to sleep and some warm chow. We’ve pretty much done the same on our own, and it worked well enough. We certainly won’t be able to use the cars much once it starts to snow.”

  Grizzled Guy agreed with me wholeheartedly, it seemed. “Not the worst I’ve heard. Might even offer the same to the settlers, if they wise up. Trade will go down, but who knows what hits them? They can easily feed a group or three through the winter, but if they have to leave their cozy barricades to scare off some bears, things will get hairy for them.”

  I almost laughed at the notion of bears, but quickly shut up when I remembered that wolf pack that we’d had to scare away from our bunker so game would return for us to hunt. Last year, I was sure that most of us had never seen a larger predator outside of a zoo. Now, who knew? They likely were a lot better in avoiding the shamblers than we were, and thos
e that were still around and kicking would soon go into a phase of exponential population growth. Maybe upward of five groups per settlement was the better idea.

  Nate cleared his throat, drawing my attention back to him.

  “Keep us updated. But until further notice I’m not sure all of that will really concern us. Can’t say I’ve developed a fondness for getting scrutinized by the cowards behind their fences. If we can touch down here every couple of weeks to recharge, I’m more than okay with taking on more interesting contracts than the odd mail run.” Not that we’d done that so far, but I agreed with him.

  Rita shrugged, although she seemed annoyed at what came damn close to a dismissal from Nate. “Have you looked at our blackboard yet? There are probably a few tasks up there that might strike your fancy.”

  “Already got a new contract,” he told her.

  Her brows shot up. “You’ve barely been here for twenty-four hours.”

  “Got everything covered that needed doing,” he said, his eyes briefly skipping over to me. “Besides, I’m afraid that if we stay much longer, half of my gang will need liver transplants.” Any warm and fuzzy feelings that might have come up inside of me were immediately quenched. Yes, I’d gotten wasted, but not that wasted. I also had no intention whatsoever to come close to any sort of alcohol any time soon.

  Rita seemed as irritated as I was, if for a different reason, I was sure. “Why, what did you snag up?”

  “The guys over at the Silo want some specimens. For research. Might as well do the delivery if we would have gone after them in the first place.”

  “Specimens, huh?” Jason remarked. “Need some help?”

  Nate gave a grunt that could have meant anything. “I think that your guys could do with a few days more rest. But of course I won’t say no. I’ll leave it up to you. If you’re afraid out there on your own, we can always pick you up on the way back.”

  Jason’s laugh made me smile, but it didn’t come as much of a surprise when he declined.

  “Not sure how you manage to run such a tight ship that your people won’t revolt if you don’t give them at least half a week here, but my guys have already told me in no uncertain terms that they’re not moving out until Rita here kicks us out.”

  “Then you better bug down for a nice extended vacation,” Rita practically purred. I wondered if I should mention in passing how—and, more importantly, with whom—Jason had spent the night, but who was I to instigate a cat fight that would likely end in a death match?

  There was some more debating going on about the details of what the traders wanted in the new treaties, but seeing as none of that concerned us, I was ready to beat it. Nate seemed to agree, yet before we could take our leave, Rita held us back. She looked conflicted, which was enough to set my teeth on edge, but when she spoke up, it was with concern rather than spite.

  “Take care out there, will you?” When she caught my surprised look, she laughed. “Seriously, I don’t know what to make of you. Either you got balls the size of pineapples, or you’re completely insane.”

  That made me shrug. “Probably a little bit of both?”

  She snorted. “Either way, what Aldo said before is true. We have lost an alarming number of people over the past couple of weeks, and I’m not sure if it’s really related to the streaks migrating northward. With at least one group that I know of, I’m positive that they were in a territory that’s been quiet for months. Should have been a milk run.” She paused, then shook her head at something that must be bothering her. “Maybe this sounds crazy, but I’m starting to think that it’s not a coincidence that a lot of the groups that bite it out there have girls with them.”

  “Come again?” I asked, wondering if this was going to be the next jibe at my lack of proper military training.

  “And it’s not just the scavengers and traders,” she went on, ignoring my protest. “Jason mentioned that two of the girls in one of the settlements that they keep dropping in are missing, too. Sure, they might have run away, but one of them had a younger sister that she never would have left behind, least of all without telling her so. I’ve been asking around, and a few of the guys mentioned that they didn’t see some of their temporary sweethearts, either.”

  “Temporary sweethearts?” That one was too good not to ask for clarification.

  I got a glare from her in return. “Whores. Lost that last bit of smarts at the bottom of a bottle last night?”

  It was insanely amusing to see Nate tense at that. Clearly, he was the only one allowed to insult my lack of control. How adorable.

  “You think that’s connected?” he asked.

  Rita shrugged. “You know the stats, right? Even in the large settlements, we have more men than women left. Sure, whoever we lose is sorely missed. But if they have tits and a womb, the impact is twice as grave.” A hard twist came to her lips. “We all know that neither I nor Little Miss Science Geek here will contribute anything to the propagation of the species. It’s in all our best interest to take good care of those women who will.”

  Nate considered for a moment but then nodded. “I get your point. But why would anyone be targeting women? Every guy with two brain cells left knows that harems are only appealing in theory. Throw any three women into a lot together and expect to get eviscerated by them sooner or later.”

  “My guess is as good as yours,” she admitted. “But while you get to go out there and have some fun, it’s my duty to take care of my people. All of my people. Not just those getting drunk here night after night. Like it or not, but I care.” She let that sink in for a moment. “Well, if you really want to leave today, you better get ready now. Our extended parameter reaches almost fifty miles now, so it should be safe to camp in that area. Outside of that you’re on your own.”

  Nate gave her a dazzling smile. “Just as we like it.”

  I didn’t quite get how that was a hit that landed, but she turned around without saying another word, just leaving it at a small nod to me. I looked after her but decided that I really didn’t have to know everything.

  “So you won’t let me sleep my hangover off here? Bastard,” I grunted.

  “Should have thought of that before you got wasted,” Nate advised as he turned toward our camp. Looking at the cars, it was evident that Pia had already broken the good news to everyone. We looked about ready to move out.

  “Any chance I can still swing by the market and pick up something? That woman at the pastry stall pretty much made me promise to come back at least once.”

  He considered, stopping for a moment to let an ATV zoom by. “Take Burns and Romanoff with you. Might as well pick up some additional provisions. While I’m not saying I don’t trust those guys at the Silo, there’s no guessing how long it will take to hunt down and kill us some super zombies. At least we won’t be starving in the meantime.”

  “Yes, sir,” I drawled, giving him a bright smile when he flipped me off. At least I was getting my baklava. That was more than I could have wished for a couple of weeks ago. And I should probably swing by the Girls one more time, too, unless I wanted to get pelted with paintballs next time around.

  Chapter 19

  Our trek across the country to the Silo was less eventful than I’d expected. Except maybe for the four days we spent trying not to get slaughtered while we did some scouting, maneuvering, diverting, and hunting. It was almost scary how we rose to meet our new task in life. Yet after taking well over twenty super zombies out, we had to accept defeat—none of them looked tampered with, and while they were all hard to kill, they weren’t like the ones around Harristown. We contemplated trying to hunt for one of the streaks next, but after a short yet heated debate decided not to. Pia was right when she said that it wasn’t worth it. Twice we’d gotten away clean. Tempting fate a third time was just plain stupid. Andrej pointed out that if anyone really wanted one of the stronger ones, they could always send us after them if something like with Harristown happened again. Should my paranoid suspicions that
Harristown had been some kind of dry run turn out to be true, something similar would occur again. It stood to reason that in the event of that happening, we should not take that contract, but for now, packing dismembered super zombie pieces away was enough of a task for us. We ended up filling ten boxes and three trunks worth of trash bags as it was. No one could claim that we weren’t diligent about trying.

  Tamara hadn’t been kidding when she’d warned us that on our own we would never have found our destination. Montana had never been known to be a particularly densely populated state. Now, it was empty. Oh, we saw our fair share of wildlife enjoying the balmy weather that a brief cold front brought, but if there were more than a thousand shamblers left in the entire state I’d eat my boot. I’d so gotten used to the overall destruction the Midwest had suffered that seeing everything mostly intact here, if slowly falling into disrepair, was alien. Roads, where they had been flooded, didn’t bear any tire tracks. There was not a hint of decay in the wind. After the hell of Harristown and the chaos of Dispatch, it was a calm, if somewhat desolate, oasis.

  If we’d wanted to just drop off the face of the earth, here we could have done so in a heartbeat.

  The only sign that things weren’t quite back to how they had been before humans had populated the area was that we still had a radio signal, patchy sometimes but for the most part strong enough to keep checking in with Dispatch. We made it to the foothills of the Rockies easily on our own, and then we followed the directions that Nate had jotted down. So close to the mountains the land reminded me of Wyoming, but then we could have dropped by our folks at the bunker with just a few days’ deviation. After Nate’s explanation of why our exodus had met virtually no protest in the end, I wasn’t too keen on reconnecting with Emma and the others.

  It was mid-afternoon when Nate told me to take a right turn—and there was no road to turn into, just a meadow with increasingly higher grass. No signs, no ruts, no nothing. Just the lone fir tree standing apart from the thicket behind it.