Mega Post-Apocalyptic Double Bill

by Mark Gillespie

  Frankie Boy trotted briskly at their heels, a silent four-legged shadow.

  The three travelers passed by a long line of familiar faces gathered on both sides of the street. All the assistants, including Linda, Gillian, Nicola and Lucia, were there, blank-faced and detached. The warriors were there too, still seething about what had happened to Lex and their two comrades. Fortunately for Eda, after striking a deal about becoming an ambassador, Shay had dissuaded the warriors from killing Eda and the others on the spot.

  The hatred clearly lingered in the women’s eyes.

  It was there on Lex’s face too. She was still bloody and dazed but she was at least back on her feet. At that moment, it looked like a stiff breeze would decapitate her. Eda even found herself pitying the woman a little. Lex had been unconscious at the end and as far as Eda was aware, she still had no idea that she was, like so many others, a pawn in Shay’s elaborate revenge plan. Maybe Lex wouldn’t have cared to know anyway. Would anyone? The women in Manhattan had a home, a familiar routine and a safe environment to live in. The truth was perhaps an inconvenience they were better off without.

  The modest farewell ceremony had been arranged in a hurry. It had to be kept as quiet as possible because the majority of the other women in the Complex, those who still believed in the curse, couldn’t know that it was taking place. As far as they were concerned, Eda Becker had skipped town a long time ago.

  Eda had protested the ceremony; it seemed a ludicrous suggestion considering what had just taken place. And yet Shay insisted on it anyway. All the ambassadors were given a farewell ceremony on their way out of town. It was tradition. Mostly however, Eda suspected that Shay wanted to show the others that Eda wasn’t really leaving the Complex.

  She was an ambassador now. She was still one of them.

  Shay was waiting for them at the end of the line. She stepped out to meet the wary-looking travelers.

  A long, tense look was exchanged between the two parties.

  “Farewell,” she said. “Safe journey to you all. I expect to hear your name on the lips of future visitors Eda.”

  Eda lowered the hood of her rain cloak. There was still a dull ache throbbing on the side of her head where Lex had punched her.

  “I might not find anyone,” Eda said.

  “You will,” Shay said, a half-smile on her lips. “You have no idea what’s waiting for you out there. One day, you’ll realize what you left behind here Eda. And you’ll be sorry.”

  Shay stepped aside, allowing space for the three travelers to move on.

  As they left the Complex behind, Eda’s eyes darted back and forth towards the commercial and residential buildings. Was it really over? She couldn’t help but look out for the tip of a wooden bow poking out of an open window. She listened for the sudden, high-pitched whooshing noise of an arrow let loose.

  Would she feel the sensation of something sharp impaled in her neck? Any second now…

  Eda didn’t say anything to David. For the most part, they walked in silence.

  After about thirty minutes of walking, Eda stopped and turned around. A long stretch of empty road rolled back for miles, flanked by towering skyscrapers and car wrecks that blemished the streets like litter.

  It was over.

  She stood there, letting it sink in.

  “Are you okay?” David asked,

  “Yeah,” Eda said, as a few light raindrops landed on her head. She was alright, but there was still a tight knot in her guts that reminded her this wasn’t going to be the happy ending she’d hoped for.

  “An old friend of mine is still trapped back there,” she said. “I liked it better when I thought she’d run away. But I guess she’s made her choice.”

  David looked back in the direction of the Complex. He nodded thoughtfully.

  “And you’ve made yours,” he said. “No regrets, right?”

  “None,” Eda said without hesitation.

  She turned around and along with her two companions, set off towards the dark ruins of postwar America.

  The fog of a gloomy afternoon closed in around them.

  Eda shivered and glanced over at David as they walked. She could see the same fear on his face that she felt in her heart, but it was too late to doubt. They had nowhere to go back to.

  They could only go forward.

  The End

  The Sinners (After the End 2)

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  The End

  For Bill…

  1

  “Shut up,” Eda whispered. “Just shut up, will you?”

  David’s voice came back at her – a faint vapor of familiarity drifting across the darkness. Somewhere in the close confinement of the tunnel, his whisper turned into a shout.

  “What did you say?” he said. “Eda?”

  Eda shook her head. She knew he couldn’t see her but she did it anyway.

  “Nothing,” she said, staring into the pitch-black.

  “Were you talking to me?” David said.

  Eda shook her head again. “No.”

  “But what…?”

  “Forget it David,” she snapped. “I thought I heard something that’s all. Let’s get moving, alright? This place is…never mind, let’s go.”

  “Sure.”

  Eda kept walking. It wasn’t the first time she’d imagined footsteps or voices on her tail and it wouldn’t be the last either. Ever since they’d set foot in the Lincoln Tunnel things hadn’t felt right. A permanent unease had lingered amongst them like an uninvited companion. Where was the relief Eda had been hoping for? She was out for God’s sake. Where was the happiness, the joy at breaking free from New York? Damn it. Wherever the elation was, it wasn’t in the tunnel alongside the travelers. But there was something else in there, Eda was sure of it on a purely instinctive level. In the absolute silence, she could hear it breathing, just a few paces behind her. Walking when she walked. Stopping when she stopped. Sometimes she felt a gust of breath blowing on the back of her neck.

  But whenever she investigated, there was nothing there. Nothing at all.

  It was the darkness playing tricks with her mind. She had to keep telling herself that over and over again, repeating it like a mantra.

  The alternative was to go crazy.

  Thank God they were more than halfway through the one and a half mile long tunnel, which was located under the Hudson River. This creepy underwater bridge, shrouded in darkness, would transport them from Manhattan, New York, to a place that David apparently knew well, somewhere called Weehawken, in the old state of New Jersey.

  “Frankie Boy?” Eda said. “Are you still there?”

  Silence.

  “Frankie?” she said, a hint of panic creeping into her voice. “Don’t wander off for God’s sake. Not in here of all places.”

  Then she heard it. The sound of the dog’s paws skipping over the roadway towards her. A light tap-tapping, accompanied by the repetitive sniffing noise Frankie made as he took in some new, unfamiliar scent in the air.

  “Good boy,” she said. She reached down and found his back. It was a tiny oasis of warmth inside the icy tunnel.

  “How long David?” she asked.

  “We’re nearly there,” David said. His voice sounded further away, like he’d kept on walking while Eda had waited for Frankie Boy to catch up.

  “I think this place is getting to me,” Eda said. “It’s like some giant haunted cave, don’t you think?”

  “Try to relax,” David said. “Take slow, deep breaths. It’s just the tunnel playing tricks with your mind. I was the same the first time I came through here and I did it alone. Not being able to see two inches in front of m
e – it nearly drove me bonkers.”

  “Bonkers?” Eda said.

  “Yeah, you know. Mad. Crazy. Off my head.”

  “Never heard that one before,” Eda said.

  David laughed and it felt like the tunnel was shaking underneath them. “I grew up with an Englishman remember,” he said.

  “Yeah,” Eda said. She wasn’t in the mood to talk about David’s hybrid accent or his upbringing. “Well I’m right on the edge of goddamn bonkers. How long?”

  “You just asked me that,” David said.

  “Yeah?”

  “Not long to go,” David said. “Hopefully no more than fifteen minutes if we keep a steady pace. Trust me, it’s worth it if we keep pushing on and don’t think too much. We’re nearly out. And once we are, New York and the Complex will feel like a bad dream.”

  Eda groaned. Fifteen minutes. It might as well have been fifteen days.

  They kept walking.

  About a minute later, Eda heard David curse up ahead as he walked into the back of yet another abandoned car. It wasn’t the first time either one of them had had a collision. There were a lot of cars sitting in the tunnel in silence, like a fleet of ghost ships from a distant era. Eda imagined that people back then, not knowing what else to do, had driven into the tunnel to hide from the madness of the city. Now their vehicles were still here, cloaked in darkness. Sometimes Eda caught a glimpse of an impending trunk at the last minute and barely avoided a collision. Mostly she knew nothing about it until she’d walked into the metal and taken the hit. Pain took a backseat to frustration. It was something else to slow her down. Afterwards, Eda would use her hands, feeling her way around the car, trying not to think about what might still be inside.

  That was easier said than done.

  Judging by the stale rot that permeated throughout the tunnel, they were walking through a giant, underground graveyard.

  There were patches of occasional debris under their feet. As Eda and David stepped over these, a sickening crunching sound filled the air. It was a blasphemous noise. Eda had by now climbed over a small mountain of bones and if the ghosts of all those car owners were still in the tunnel then surely she’d pissed them off big time.

  It was enough to make her walk faster.

  When the light of the exit finally appeared up ahead, Eda groaned with relief. Throwing caution aside, she hurried outside and reveled in the gray, overcast sky that greeted them. They both stood there for a while, basking in the dull light of either late morning or early afternoon.

  It had been a long day so far.

  “Thank God,” Eda said. She ran a hand through her long dark hair. Despite the cold she’d felt inside the tunnel, her forehead was hot and damp with sweat.

  There was also a dull pain throbbing around Eda’s temple. That was the spot where Lex had punched her. Her jaw ached too. That brutal struggle in Manhattan was still fresh in body and mind and despite what David had said earlier, it would be a long time before Eda could simply pass it off as a bad dream.

  At the very least they were out of New York. That was official.

  “Alright,” Eda said, adjusting her eyes back to daylight. She looked over at David, who was no longer just a voice in the tunnel alongside her. His wounds from New York added up to no more than a few minor facial cuts. He was smiling, clearly in good spirits.

  Frankie Boy strolled ahead, his black tail wagging gently back and forth.

  “I think you’re in the best shape out of all of us,” Eda said, looking at the dog. “Talk about not giving a shit.”

  She turned back to the gaping jaws of the Lincoln Tunnel – three black holes, toothless and bleak, that dared to invite them back to New York. Above each tunnel, a huge advertising billboard looked down at the travelers. The images on each billboard had long since faded into insignificance.

  “Let’s go,” Eda said.

  The road led uphill into Weehawken. There were more cars sitting on the road as it curved steeply away from the Lincoln Tunnel entrance. At first glance, it looked as if this pack of vehicles had just emerged from the New York side and had paused for a moment before continuing on into New Jersey. But in reality, these rust-covered carcasses had been lying there for years. Going nowhere.

  Eda didn’t get too close.

  “So this is home for you?” she asked David as they walked up the hill.

  “Yeah it is,” David said. “Not Weehawken specifically but New Jersey. I’ve moved about over the years but somehow I always end up coming back home. It’s like a magnet. It pulls me in and I guess...”

  “Frankie!” Eda said, cutting David off.

  The big German Shepherd had strayed too close to the abandoned cars. Although it was unlikely there was anything to fear – at least anything that was alive – Eda didn’t want to take the chance that someone else, someone who wasn’t just a pile of dust and bones, was waiting inside one of the vehicles to ambush the newcomers. Dead bodies were harmless in comparison to the living.

  Even though they’d left the Lincoln Tunnel behind, Eda still had the strange feeling that she was being watched. As she climbed the hill into Weehawken, her claustrophobia had morphed into a sudden attack of agoraphobia.

  She walked faster.

  “Are you alright?” David asked, catching up with her. “You look a little bit pale if you don’t mind me saying.”

  “I’m just getting used to things,” Eda said. “I thought a change of scenery would be easier than this.”

  “You’ll be alright,” David said.

  Eda looked at him as she walked at speed. “So where do we go from here?”

  “I know a place where we can lay low for a few days,” he said. “Once we get there we can put our heads together and come up with a long-term plan.”

  “What is it?” Eda asked.

  David smiled. “It’s my quiet place,” he said. “Somewhere green, without a ruined car or a smashed window in sight.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Eda said. “Is it far?”

  “There’s a bit of walking involved. But it’ll be worth it, I promise.”

  “Alright then,” Eda said. The thought of a long walk didn’t bother her, not as long as it was taking them further away from New York. A quiet place sounded just right.

  The rotten scent that Eda had encountered in the tunnel lingered in the air. It was like the breeze was coated in decay; now it followed them like a shadow.

  They made their way onto a large road, which the signs called the 495. After that they walked west for about an hour. Eda’s legs became tired quickly but the thought of David’s quiet place encouraged her to push past the fatigue, to say nothing of exhaustion. The quiet place had turned into a fabled paradise in Eda’s imagination. It was glorious. Nothing she saw along the way of a shattered world could discourage her from the ideal of perfection that awaited them.

  They walked slowly, veering off the 495 and traveling through a town called Secaucus. It felt small compared to the enormous skyscrapers of Manhattan but despite superficial appearances, the emptiness inside was identical. Broken-down vehicles lined either side of the street, some of which had the driver and passenger side doors lying open, as if inviting further investigation. Eda declined the invitation.

  Shattered glass peppered the sidewalk. Eda stepped over the gleaming, crystal-like shards and was immediately reminded of the crunching noises she’d heard inside the Lincoln Tunnel when she’d walked over the bones of the dead.

  Eda noticed that David’s initially brisk pace was slowing down too. His feet looked like they were sinking into the road with each step.

  “You getting tired?” Eda said. She hoped he’d say yes.

  David nodded but he kept his eyes on the road ahead. “I forgot how far it was to the quiet place from the tunnel.”

  “The adrenaline is wearing off,” Eda said. “I know the feeling. Hey, how about this? Maybe we should rest somewhere in between here and your quiet place. There’s no rush to get there, right? It doesn
’t have to be this afternoon. It doesn’t even have to be today when you think about it. Not unless this quiet place of yours is moving.”

  “Yeah okay,” David said. “We’ll keep moving for now and stop in a little while. Okay with you?”

  “Sure,” Eda said.

  They walked through Secaucus and at the edge of town, came to a long bridge that crossed over a broad, dark blue river. Once they were standing on the bridge, Eda knew that they’d found a good place to stop. She felt safe up there. It was the elevation – standing atop the bridge, Eda and David were high above all the houses and cars and everything else of the old civilization that stretched out for miles on either side of the river. Nothing could touch them on the bridge. It was like standing on the roof of a skyscraper in New York, safely out of reach of danger.

  Looking down, the water was calm and tempting. But Eda would never go in to cool off, not even on the hottest of days. She knew that large rivers such as this one had been used as mass graves during the war years. Below the surface, the riverbed was fat with human remains. The surface, so blue and appealing from afar, would smell old and rancid.

  The water level was high at the moment and Eda wondered how many times this particular river had spilled over its banks and rampaged through the empty town with no spectators to witness it wreak havoc upon the neighborhood. Even if it flooded today, Eda, David and Frankie Boy would be safe up on the bridge.

  “What about here?” Eda said, calling out to David. “This is the best hotel I’ve seen so far in all of New Jersey.”

  “Here?” David said. He looked around, seemingly unconvinced. “You don’t want to cover a little more ground before we stop?”

  Eda shook her head. “We’ve got food, water and blankets,” she said. “It’s safe up here. I say we sleep and recover a little and then start up again early in the morning. Your quiet place – it isn’t going anywhere is it?”