by J. Thorn
He had said he’d lead us somewhere safe. So far so good. I didn’t see anyone around. On the drive out here, however, we saw, and avoided, hundreds of the newly awakened. But there was even more people still asleep, hunched over in their cars or face down on the side of the road. After what we’d just been through back at the house, knowing so many people were still in a coma felt like a blessing.
I stopped the Buick behind Aamod’s Toyota and we all got out.
Jax leapt out of Robinson’s squad car and ran off, tail wagging, sniffing all the trash on the ground.
I crushed an empty beer can under my foot. “Looks like somebody just had a party.” Then I noticed shell casings mixed in with the other trash. “Or got drunk and killed somebody.” I surveyed the surroundings. There were narrow valleys of water on both sides of us no more than a few feet deep that led out to a larger body of water to the west. “Not a bad place to dispose of a body.”
Jax stopped investigating the ground and found a nice spot to take a crap. Then he got thirsty and drank from the creek.
“Is everyone all right?” Robinson asked.
I looked down at my shirt and pants. Most of the blood had dried, but I smelled like something awful—perhaps a butcher after a long day of hacking and racking. “I could use a change of clothes.”
“I think we all could,” Robinson agreed.
“Me the most though,” I said, still looking myself over. “I just want to take off these clothes and go wash off in the lake.”
“Go ahead.”
Peaches had Olivia naked on the passenger seat, changing her. “Hold on, let me finish this first. I’ll get my camera.”
“You don’t have a camera.”
“I was joking.”
I crushed another beer can under my shoe. “Well, I was just joking too. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“What are we doing out here?” Aamod asked. “We are wasting time.”
Robinson smirked. “You got somewhere else to be?”
Aamod bowed his head. He didn’t.
“I don’t understand what happened back there,” Diego said, limping forward. “Where did those people come from, and why were they—”
“Trying to kill us,” Bowser interrupted.
Diego nodded.
“Those people, some of them at least, were my neighbors,” Robinson said. “Why they were trying to kill us is a little more complicated.”
“So you knew them?” I asked.
“More like knew of them. We weren’t close or anything, you know. I’d see them out in their lawn when I’d drive by. They’d wave. I’d wave back. And that’s about it. Neighbors. I meant to invite some of them over after I’d finished the deck but hadn’t got around to it yet.” He sighed and leaned against the car, looked up into the blue morning sky. “The house is destroyed now.”
“The fucking world is destroyed now,” Bowser corrected.
“So everyone is waking up then?” Luna asked.
“It appears that way,” Robinson replied. “But they’re not quite the same.”
“That’s an understatement,” Bowser said. “Not quite the same. Nigga, they’re fucked in the head.”
Robinson shrugged. “I won’t argue with you. They definitely have some kind of brain damage.”
“I don’t think so,” I said.
Everyone looked at me.
“What? But Jimmy, earlier you said—”
“I know what I said, but that was when we were just dealing with my grandma. It just doesn’t make sense anymore. If the infection gave them brain damage, and the damage was causing them to act violently.” I paused, searching for the right words. “Then why aren’t they attacking each other?”
Silence.
I had blown their minds.
Then Aamod finally said, “Not only are they not attacking each other. But they seem to be working together, planning their attacks.”
“They don’t even talk,” Robinson said. “How could they be planning anything?”
“This might sound crazy,” I said. “But when I was talking to my grandma I sensed something weird between us.”
“What do you mean … weird?”
“You know how sometimes you can just look at somebody and tell what they’re thinking?”
“You mean you think you can tell what they’re thinking,” Robinson said.
“Yeah, it’s like a feeling.”
“Okay.”
“It was like that, only much stronger. And I think it went both ways. When she looked at me, it gave me this feeling … how do I describe this … like she was writing messages in my brain. Sort of like telepathy. Only, the messages didn’t make any sense to me. They were just noise.”
“That sounds crazy,” Peaches said.
“I told you it probably would. But if it’s true, then maybe that’s how they’re communicating.”
“They still aren’t attacking each other though,” Naima said.
“Maybe their linked, because of the infection. And they can tell us apart.”
“What do you mean … tell us apart?” Robinson asked.
“They know we’re not like them. They know we’re immune, and so they’re trying to exterminate us.”
Silence.
I had blown their minds. Again.
I’d read a lot of science fiction novels in my life, now I felt like I was inside of one. I didn’t know if I was articulating my thoughts to the others very well, but it all made sense in my brain.
“But … why?” Peaches finally asked.
“I don’t know the answer to that.”
“And it doesn’t even matter,” Aamod said. “We almost died. If the rest of them wake up, how much longer do you think we’ll have? We’ll all be dead soon.”
“Daddy,” Naima said. “Don’t say that.”
“I’m sorry, Naima, but it’s true. Your mother is gone, and we’ll be gone too. I’d just as well get it over with.”
Naima walked away. After a moment, Aamod went after her.
Bowser shook his head. “I ain’t giving up so easy.”
“Neither am I,” Robinson said. “But he’s right. If we’re not smart, we won’t last long. There’s so many of them, and only a few of us.”
“There’s probably more … like us, I mean,” I said.
“Yeah, and they’re not here right now, so we only got each other to depend on.” He paused, looked at each one of us individually. “Can I depend on all of you?”
I nodded. Peaches, Bowser, Diego, and Luna followed suit.
Bowser glanced back at Aamod and Naima walking along the edge of the lake. “What about those two? Can we depend on them?”
“I think so,” Peaches said. “We just gotta try and keep each other sane, best as we can.”
“What about you?” Robinson asked Jax, who was rolling around in the dirt. “Jax?”
The shepherd got up, shook the dirt from its fur, and then sat down in front of Robinson.
“Well, are you in or out?”
Jax barked.
Robinson leaned down and scratched Jax’s ears. “Good boy. But we’re gonna have to work on your barking. Don’t want to draw any unwanted attention. Okay?”
“There’s just one small thing,” Bowser said. “If we’re gonna have any chance at surviving, we’re gonna need more guns. You know, just in case. I think I got like five or six shots left in this gun you gave me.”
Robinson frowned. “At least you still got one.”
“You got one,” I said. “And I as much as I hate to ask this … can I have Sally back now?”
Robinson frowned. “What?”
“My gun?”
“You named your gun?” Robinson asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
Bowser and Peaches both started laughing.
“And you named your gun Sally?”
Again, I nodded.
Robinson stared at me like I was crazy, like I’d just told him I stuffed my bra. And I don’t ev
en wear a bra. Then he reached into his squad car and pulled out my Sally, handed her to me.
“Here you go. Wouldn’t want to get between you two or anything.”
“Haha. Very funny,” I said.
“Anyway, weapons are number one on my list too.”
“What about supplies,” Diego said.
“Yeah, we have no food or water,” Luna said. “No clean clothes. No medicine for Diego. No nothing.”
“I know. I know. But we can’t make a supply run without protection.”
“God, can you imagine,” Peaches said. “Remember what the store looked like yesterday. There were people everywhere.”
“I don’t think we should go back there,” I said. “It’s too dangerous. We need to find someplace else, somewhere smaller, less populated.”
“We get the guns first,” Robinson said. “And then we worry about all that. I was thinking we could go back to the station. Got all kinds of stuff there. Riot gear. Full auto guns, even. Problem is, it’s gonna be crowded, and I don’t think we can risk it. Anyone have any other ideas?”
I did. Just one.
My home away from home for a month or so before the world shit the bed.
Guns Unlimited.
“I know a place,” I said. “It’s not too far from the bookstore.” I held Sally up, trying not to accidentally point her at someone. “It’s where I got this.”
Robinson nodded. “It’ll have to do. Take a minute to rest up, then we’ll be on our way.”
Taking a minute to rest sounded swell. I was going on maybe two or three hours of sleep, if that. But I knew if I sat down and got comfortable I’d be unconscious in no time, and then I wouldn’t want to get up. So I walked around aimlessly to keep active. On my second circle of the lot, I stopped and joined Naima by the water. She was gazing out into the distance, looking lost in thought.
“What are you thinking about?”
She sighed. “Nothing.”
“Really? You can tell me, you know.”
I gave her a moment.
Finally, she said, “I miss my mom.”
I bit my lip, wondering if I wandered into more than I could handle. I took a moment to think of something nice to say, and then said, “Of course you do.”
That was the best I could come up with.
How pathetic.
“I know she’s out there somewhere. I know she’s still alive. But it doesn’t even make any difference now, does it? ‘Cause even if we could find her, she wouldn’t be the same anymore. She wouldn’t be my mom.”
I took a deep breath. “Nobody knows better than me how you feel. Watching my grandma walk away, knowing I’d never see her again, was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
She took her eyes off the horizon and looked over at me. “How are you dealing with it?”
“It’s a struggle. I’ve got that last image of her burned into my brain. I try to think of the good times, but right now they just seem so far away.”
“Yeah.” She looked back out at the water. “So far away.”
“Everything just happened so fast. My head is still spinning, trying to figure out where I am, and what I’m supposed to do. The world may look the same, but underneath it’s changed. And now we have to change with it. We have no other choice. We have to adapt to survive.”
“Adapt? Why? What’s the point in living if every second we’ll be worrying about dying? My dad’s probably right. We’re not gonna make it like this. At least I won’t.”
“I think you’re stronger than you realize.”
“I don’t want to kill anybody.”
“Neither do I.”
“But you will, if you have to. And I know my dad will too, even if it’s only to protect me. But I won’t do it. It’s just … wrong.”
I looked back at the others meandering about. Aamod sat in the passenger seat of his Toyota reloading his shotgun.
“It’s not like those people back at the house chose to be violent,” Naima continued. “It wasn’t their fault. It was beyond their control. And they didn’t deserve to die.”
“Do we?”
“No.”
“Then as much as it hurts, as much as it’s wrong, we have to do what we have to do, don’t we? You’re right that none of this is their fault. But it’s not our fault either.”
“I know. That’s why I feel so stuck, I guess. And the more I think about it, the more it weighs on me.”
“It’s taking its toll on all of us,” I said. “I don’t want to kill anybody. Hell, I couldn’t even kill Jerry, and that guy probably deserved to die. But if I have no—”
“Hey!” Robinson yelled. “Get over here! We have to go you guys! Hurry!”
Our hiding spot was no more.
From the east came a wave of infected people. They descended the hill from the interstate, not hurrying, taking their time. But I wasn’t taking my time, and neither was Naima. We ran to the cars as fast as we could.
Halfway there, Sally slipped out of my waistband, so I stopped to rescue her. Lord knows she’d already rescued me a few times.
“Jimmy!” Naima yelled.
“Go on,” I said, bending down. “I’ll catch up.”
I think she thought I slipped. No, Naima, I’m not that clumsy.
Okay, maybe I am.
I snatched up Sally and then continued my mad dash toward the car, not taking my eyes off the growing number of infected swarming upon our position. Bowser stood in front of Robinson’s squad car and emptied the remainder of his pistol into the crowd of crazies. The only thing he hit was air. Nobody went down, and instead seemed to pick up the pace.
I made it into the Buick just before the first of the infected, a sharp dressed man in a three-piece suit, could prevent me from shutting the door. I hit the automatic lock switch, even though I don’t think they had any idea how to open car doors. Whoops, wrong again. He began pulling at the handle as some of his buddies showed up to help.
“Get us out of here!” Peaches yelled. Olivia was awake in her lap, crying like a baby.
“I’m trying,” I said, fumbling with the keys.
I started the car and looked in the rearview mirror. A half dozen infected slammed their faces against the rear window, trying to get at Diego and Luna in the backseat. The Hispanic couple had a hazy look in their eyes, like they’d just finished watching a 3D movie without glasses.
Ahead, Robinson made a U-turn and started heading back the other way, no regard for how many people he hit with his car. They bounced off the windshield and sailed uncontrollably to the ground. Human road kill. I imagined Diego probably had a strong case of déjà vu. It usually happens when there’s a glitch in the matrix.
Aamod finally began moving. About time. I followed right on his tail, maybe too close, as a moment later we collided into the back of his Toyota, twisting his bumper. Fucking Japanese toy cars.
“Why did he stop?” Luna asked.
“I don’t freaking know,” I said, frustrated, honking the horn. “Move ... what are you doing?”
It was impossible to see out of the side and back windows. Dozens of the infected surrounded us, banging their hands on the car.
“Can we back up?” Diego asked.
“I can try,” I said, throwing the gearshift into reverse. “I’ll go slowly. Don’t want anyone getting stuck under the car.”
As I backed up, the infected backed off. Somewhat. I put the car into drive and began to pull out when I saw Robinson racing back our way, fast as a bullet, swerving right and left, clearing the lane—knocking people over like bowling pins.
Poor Jax. He must have been having a hell of a time in the backseat trying to keep his paws steady.
“That guy’s insane,” Diego said.
I laughed a little. “Whatever works.”
And it was working. He was drawing their attention, which was good for us. He sped by again and made a second run, adding to his already high score. It was carmageddon. Clouds of dirt hung in th
e air.
Finally, he slid in next to us and came to an abrupt stop. Somehow, he managed not to shear off our side mirror. His passenger window started down. I hit the power window button but stopped it at the halfway point. We were close enough that no one could get between us unless they were one of those freaky contortionist people. In fact, if my window were all the way down, I could probably lean out and give Bowser a kiss on the cheek.
Muah.
Then he’d turn my face into a dripping pile of warm goo.
I kept my head safely inside our car. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s stuck!” Robinson yelled, pointing at Aamod.
“How did he get stuck?” I yelled back.
“He fell into a muddy rut. Probably leftover from yesterday’s rain.”
In front of us, the infected encircled Aamod’s Toyota like a pack of rabid dogs.
“So what do we do?”
“You need to try and push him out with your car. Or get out of the way so I can.”
“Can you at least try to draw them away for me?”
I really didn’t want to sandwich anyone between the two cars. At this point, I still had some heart left.
Robinson gave me the thumbs up. Then he put up his window and took off in a hurry, taking my side view mirror with him.
Really, God?
Really?
Could have done without that.
Robinson did donuts in the dirt lot, kicking up even larger clouds of orange dust than before, but the infected wouldn’t leave Aamod’s Toyota. They were starting to learn that jumping in front of cars was a bad idea.
Oh, bloody hell. Looks like I’d have to be the bad guy after all. If my grandma only knew what I was about to do with her car, she’d try to strangle me a second time.
I revved the engine, hoping they’d get the clue.
Louder.
Peaches was bracing for impact, one arm holding Olivia, the other grasping the oh shit handle.
“You’re not gonna ram them, are you?” Peaches asked.
“Um … yeah.”
“Why don’t you just try and push them?”
“Cause I don’t think that’s gonna work. It’s hard enough for our tires to get a grip out here.”
