Green Fields Series Box Set | Vol. 2 | Books 4-6

by Lecter, Adrienne

  Last year, that would have been barely more than a hiccup in our daily life. Heck, weeks ago it was part of our routine, something we regularly did whenever our supplies dipped toward the halfway point.

  Now? Now it turned out to be a mission that needed careful planning, and lots of deliberation if it really was worth the risk. We ended up choosing Walhalla, North Dakota, just over the border from Minnesota. The name might have played into our decision making, but on the maps, it looked like the ideal target. A small town, probably less than a thousand inhabitants strong before. Small enough that it should be reasonably safe, large enough to have several possible targets—a gas station, diners, a supermarket. We had the car, we had weapons, if somewhat low on ammo. It should have been a simple task of in; locate target; raid target; out. The only prep required was to syphon off some more fuel for the Rover to make sure that in case of emergency, it wouldn’t die on us.

  The tension in Nate’s body as he surveilled the town from a good distance of two miles out made it all the more obvious that this was not your average milk run. Maybe if I’d been at my usual level of health, things would have been different, but the longer he stood there and watched, the more I doubted it. Sure, in the middle of the day I felt like a blind mole caught out in the sunlight, but the same was true for any shambler hiding in there. The fact was, we were only two people. That meant we both had to go in, be very quick about clearing any room we entered, with no chance to post a lookout with the car or further down the street. One, or maybe even five, zombies we could manage, but ten? Twenty? A hundred? With just two people, even getting away and driving off would take a lot of luck, should anything go south. And fact was, I wasn’t doing well out in the sun, and I hadn’t fired a gun since we’d hunkered down in the motel. Who knew what other unpleasant side effects I’d become aware of mid raid?

  “Are we going to do this, or not?” I asked, deliberately putting some swagger into my tone. Did I want to? Hell, no. But we had to, and postponing things needlessly served no one.

  Nate turned his head slightly and gave me a sidelong glance. “That eager, huh?”

  I shrugged, downplaying the unease creeping up my spine. “Always.”

  The most promising target was the inn at the western side of town, but we decided to approach from the east. The smart thing would have been to leave the car outside and sneak in on foot, but I wasn’t sure I could walk the five to six miles required for that, let alone run that far if we had to retreat quickly. Nate was going at barely more than a crawl, trying to minimize the noise we were making. If the town was overrun, we could still hightail it out of there.

  I did my best to watch all around us, but with my eyes burning from the sunlight, I wasn’t sure how good of a job I was doing. I was tense as hell, my fingers convulsing around my shotgun. As the houses kept creeping by, I tried to remember how many shotguns I’d lost along the way. The one in the factory had been the third… or fourth. It didn’t really matter. As it was, we still found enough guns out there that could be used, or at least stripped down and reassembled into working ones. It was probably stupid to be sentimental about a tool, but the last one I’d been using since Sioux Falls. Somehow this one felt like it hadn’t quite earned my trust yet.

  I thought I saw a small pack of wild dogs take off down a side street, but that was the only thing that moved in the entire town. Somehow that was even more creepy than if there’d been the odd zombie banging against a closed window from the inside. Just because we didn’t see them—or hear them—didn’t mean that they weren’t there. Damn, but that factory had really pulled a number on me.

  The inn was right beyond where two smaller streets branched off the main street. There were a few cars scattered about, but half of them were missing doors and almost no window had remained intact. Someone had spray-painted red marks on several doors of the surrounding houses, and there were a few lumps of rags at the side of the road that I figured had been human once. Nate brought the car to a halt in the middle of the deserted lot, but left the engine running.

  “What do you think?” he asked, surprising me.

  “Since when do you care?”

  He shrugged. “We both had a bad feeling about the factory, and look where ignoring that got us. I’m not sure about this. What vibe do you get?”

  Still looking around, I grunted. “No fucking clue. It looks quiet. As in deserted, there’s-nothing-left-to-loot quiet.”

  “Exactly,” he agreed.

  We waited another five minutes. Nothing happened. Nate finally killed the engine and got out, and when nothing came hurtling at him, I followed. My thigh muscles protested but carried my weight without cramping. Nate handed me one of the small packs, took two of the large ones for himself, and off we went.

  Before we entered the diner, we did a quick round on the outside. Nothing moved, nothing came running and howling at us. There were tire tracks in the grass to one side, but they could have been weeks old, with us having no idea when it had last rained here. Rather than go back to the front, Nate busted the lock at the rear door, and after a moment’s hesitation went inside.

  Covering several rooms with just the two of us was nerve-wracking, although the results remained the same—even in the walk-in freezer where we found a half-frozen zombie. We didn’t find anything else, except for lots of trashed furniture and ransacked cupboards. The only thing left were condiment bottles, and as we had no idea whether they were safe to eat or not, we didn’t pick them up. I felt my shoulders sag as we made our way back to the car, disappointment palpable on my tongue.

  There was a guest house only one street over that we checked, too, but it was in a similar state as the inn. By then my grip on the shotgun was getting weak, but I did my best to remain alert. Nate noticed, and after a few seconds’ deliberation he nodded back the way we’d come. “There’s nothing left. Wanna check one of the houses, just to be sure?”

  I nodded, although that was the last thing I actually wanted to do. Nate told me to guard the door and went in alone, only to return maybe two minutes later. He shook his head as he passed by me, angling for the car. “They even took the mattresses from the beds. My guess is that they raided the town for everything they could use in a settlement.” That made sense—and it sucked.

  The car was exactly where we’d left it. I sagged back into my seat, more mentally exhausted than physically, and that was saying something. Nate studied the maps to look for another target, deciding that we should try the next town over.

  That’s how we spent the remainder of the day, passing through five towns altogether. All of them were empty. All of them had been cleared of whatever useful things they’d held. In the third one over I had the congenial idea to count the cars we saw at the curb or abandoned in lots—and came up with low double digits only. They’d even taken those.

  The sun was already starting to set when I voiced the only alternative I could come up with. “Should we try one of the settlements next? They don’t have to let us in. Just feed us.”

  That Nate looked tempted was telling, but he shook his head. “The next one is over two hundred miles south of here. There’s no official town left in the entire state. The only secure option around here would be to go back into the Badlands, and that’s easily a two-day drive, if not more.”

  In four we could probably make it to the Silo, but going at this rate, that was a bad idea. The sunlight slanting through the window showed only too plainly how gaunt Nate’s cheeks had become over the past weeks. Not even that abysmal beard could hide that.

  “We could try to hunt,” I suggested. “Hunker down in the middle of nowhere, set a few snares. Maybe we get lucky.”

  Again he shook his head. “Too risky. If we don’t find anything in the next two days, we’re toast.”

  “What about fishing then? We could be over by those lakes there before nightfall,” I noted.

  I expected him to shoot me down once more, but much to my surprise Nate nodded. “We could try that. A
t the very least we can see if they raided the boats moored there as well. Maybe take one of them out into the lake. That would be about the most secure sleeping place I can think of.”

  “Done,” I agreed, buckling myself in. “What are you waiting for?”

  It was almost a relief when about two hours later, we saw a few zombies shamble along the side of the road. They made as if to come for us, but Nate blasted right by them. I thought about using them for moving target practice, but it was likely better not to waste ammo on something so trivial. It was only when I craned my neck, looking back at the zombies, that I noticed the plume of dust behind them, perpendicular to the road we had come on.

  “Do you see that?” I asked.

  Nate slowed down, a frown coming to his face. “Could be nothing.”

  “Or could be someone following us,” I pointed out.

  “Don’t think so. That’s coming from the highway we’ve been trying to avoid all day long.”

  “Should we investigate? If it’s traders—“

  “What if it’s not?” he said, cutting my musing right off.

  “Then we should check and see whether we should lay low, or try to make a run for it.”

  He didn’t look particularly happy about my suggestion, but at the next intersection he took a left turn that would bring us closer to that dust cloud. He slowed down further after about a mile and let the Rover come to a halt behind a low hill. The dust had started to settle by then, making me guess that whoever had been on the other side of that hill had veered off into another direction. Now that we were already here, we might as well check it out.

  My enthusiasm dimmed markedly as I pulled myself out of the car, the latent heat of late afternoon not contributing positively to my mood. I didn’t miss the concerned look Nate gave me, but pointedly ignored it. My entire body ached, but moving more today seemed to have a positive effect on me overall—except for my thigh.

  After making sure that the zombies from the road hadn’t followed us, we started the short hike up the hill. I was huffing and puffing within minutes, but the sight of rabbit tracks pulled my mood right out of its nosedive. If nothing else, maybe we got one or two of those in front of our rifles. No idea what would happen to a rabbit if I hit it with a round from my M24, but I wasn’t picky. As long as something remained, I’d eat it.

  We topped the rise, and before I even got a good look at the other side, Nate slammed into me, forcing me down into the grass. My heart jumped into overdrive, but I did my best not to panic. Leaning over me, he put his mouth right next to my ear. “Soldiers down there. At least three Humvees, and I think two civilian craft. About a click southeast.”

  He got off me then, but I took a few moments to calm myself before I got up on hands and knees and raised my head until I could peek over the grass and down the slope. The setting sun glinted off the windows of the cars. Nate’s count had been right, but what he’d left out was that the other two cars clearly didn’t belong to the Humvees.

  “Traders?” I guessed, pitching my voice low so it wouldn’t carry.

  “Looks like it,” Nate confirmed.

  There were seven of them, maybe eight, all clad in gear barely better than rags. They had their hands raised, and in some cases also their voices as they were arguing with the soldiers that had surrounded them. The armed group could have been scavengers, too, but I doubted it. Their uniform gear, the way they seemed to move as a unit with one guy clearly giving orders just looked too well-coordinated to be scavengers. Sure, we could pull that off, but most others couldn’t—and what cause would scavengers have had to hold up traders who, at best, could only reach a fraction of the goods they could liberate from every mall or larger town? That was, if there was still something to liberate. If they were as desperate as we were…

  A shot rang out and one of the traders sagged in on himself, making me jerk violently. Nate gave me a long look before he focused back on what was going on below. “Guess negotiations aren’t going too well,” he proposed.

  “Ya think?” I whispered back as I got my sniper rifle ready. Not that I intended to shoot, but the scope was working better than my limited eyesight on its own. Through the scope, the picture below didn’t look much better. A woman and one of the younger men were kneeling down next to the shot man, who was busy clutching his chest as he was bleeding out. The woman was shouting something at the soldiers, but cut off when one of them backhanded her across the face, while one of the other soldiers put a gun to the young man’s head. They pulled the woman back to her feet and started dragging her off to one of the vehicles, then did the same with the second, younger woman that had remained standing next to the cars. No explanation required to realize what was going on.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked, expecting Nate to offer up a good tactical assessment of our options next.

  Instead, he just gave me a blank stare. “We’re not going to do anything.” When he saw the shocked look on my face, he shook his head. “They are twenty against the two of us. This is suicide.”

  “We don’t have to gun them all down,” I objected. “But we can’t just do nothing! Nate, that could be me down there! That would have been me if not for your fucking suicide pact!” When he actually had the gall to look surprised, I scoffed. “Thought I wouldn’t find the stash of candy you keep in the dashboard and any of your packs? I have eyes, and I’m not completely oblivious. Now’s not the time to hash that out, but don’t think that’s settled yet. It was no coincidence that Bailey had a chocolate bar with him that he could use to insta-convert. Whatever. We need to do something. If anything, we can’t let them drag the girls off on principle.”

  “And what are you suggesting? You are aware that the moment we start gunning the soldiers down, they will execute the other traders?”

  “Not if we give them a better incentive to run,” I pointed out. “Just think about it. Sure, in a fair fight we’d be dead within moments, but this is no fair fight. Wasn’t it you who told me that a sniper easily equals ten men in the field? Two of us, twenty of them. Easy peasy.” Of course I wasn’t that naive, but seeing the soldiers drag the girl into the back of the same car they’d stashed the woman in just made my blood boil.

  Nate was still hesitating, likely considering just how useful I could be in my current state, which unnerved me. Run, I maybe couldn’t all too well. But shoot?

  More to prove to myself than him that I wasn’t completely useless, I got one of the guarding soldiers in my scope and pulled the trigger. Even with the helmet he was wearing his head pretty much exploded as the bullet tore into him. A perfect shot if there ever was one.

  The scene below erupted in chaos. Soldiers scrambled everywhere, as did the traders after a short delay. Nate cursed under his breath, but his sniper rifle was already out, and he downed two more soldiers while I shot the fourth. The hostage Humvee came to life, but before I could focus on it, Nate shot out the rear tires. A third shot must have hit the engine block from the side because it died as suddenly as it had started up. While he reloaded, I took out another soldier by hitting his thigh, and scared two more under one of the remaining Humvees.

  Then everyone had ducked for cover, making my mission a lot harder. Nate tapped me on the shoulder, then signaled me to go right while he pointed at himself and then left, ending the command with a circular motion. I nodded, getting up with a wince. Crouching, not a good idea. I reloaded as I changed position. Shouts rang out between the vehicles as the commander tried to rally his troops, but that effort went up in smoke when Nate took out two more of them from the side, out of cover as they were from his new position. I downed another one, cursing when, again, I only hit the shoulder rather than the head. Someone finally got the bright idea to shoot back, but with their rifles and handguns we were well out of range. One of the traders managed to get a car door open and was shooting at the soldiers within seconds, but his aim wasn’t any good. It served as a great distraction to let me change position again. That left me wit
h a good shot at the commander, but I botched it, missing completely. Swallowing hard to try to ignore the pain racing up my left side, I aimed again, but by then he’d ducked into deeper cover. The next time one of the soldiers shot it was to kill two more of the traders, making me realize that we really were out of time.

  Abandoning Nate’s plan, I started down the hill, trying to make myself as small as possible as I used the tall grass and shrubs for cover. Nate continued to keep the soldiers in check, making my endeavor just a little less suicidal. I got my shotgun ready as I approached the shut-down Humvee, quickly ducking when a spray of assault rifle bullets rained down on me. They missed, but some hit the ground close enough that the dust they stirred up tickled my nose. Flattening myself on the ground, I started creeping closer, until I got a good look at the soldier who’d shot at me. He was cowering by the front, looking around the hood of the Humvee, trying to see me.

  Gritting my teeth, I waited until he leaned forward a little more. Exploding onto my feet, I shot him twice, then let myself drop to the ground again. Shots rang out from my right, but too slow, all missing me. The soldier slumped over, bloody froth forming at his mouth. After my experience with getting shot with normal bullets, I could hazard a guess how much two slugs in the chest would hurt. He stopped moving in under ten seconds.

  I waited for more shots to ring out, but when I heard Nate continue to shoot from across the scene from me, I figured that was my moment. Not even the adrenaline pumping through me could dull the pain radiating from my thigh, but I ignored it as I covered the last remaining feet to the Humvee. I flattened myself against the side next to the rear door, then wrenched it open, my shotgun ready to go off into whoever was guarding the women. Only two scared, bright sets of eyes met mine, both women shrinking back immediately.

  “Follow me!” I called out to them, ducking outside again to try to guard their exit. The girl started to cry but the elder women quickly shushed her, pushing her toward me. I cursed when I saw that the reason why they were so slow was that the soldiers had zip-tied their hands behind their backs. I debated for a moment but then dropped my shotgun in favor of cutting the girl free. As soon as she’d shaken off the bonds, I gave her the knife so I could cover them again. Proving that she wasn’t stupid, she quickly freed the woman.