The After Days Trilogy

by Scott Medbury

I waited for Luke to think of a comeback, but instead he stopped dead and put his arms out to halt us.

  “Shhh!”

  “What —” Then I heard it, too.

  “Motorcycle! Coming fast. Wait here.”

  Luke stepped into the middle of the street and pulled out his pistol. He held it loosely in front of him and gazed intently towards the end of Elm Street. The screeching of tires alerted us before the bike careened around the corner, wobbling dangerously before steadying and coming straight down the road towards Luke. I could tell something was wrong. The rider frantically looked behind after he made the corner and then slumped over the handlebars in an uncomfortable manner. When he saw Luke in the middle of the road, he started to slow his weaving ride.

  As he drew closer, I saw the arrow protruding from the rider’s chest. Even though he was slowing, he wasn’t slowing fast enough. I saw his chin drop to his chest. Luke had to scramble out of the way as the rider veered at the last second and struck the gutter of the sidewalk a few feet beyond us and tumbled in a heap on the hot concrete.

  We rushed over. Luke reached him first and turned the key to switch off the still-running engine. The rider was moaning and trying to sit up. Indigo and I held him down as Luke spoke to him.

  “Kevin,” said Luke. “Just lay still, buddy. You’ve been shot with an arrow.”

  I heard a groan and a muffled sentence that might have been something like no shit Sherlock.

  Kevin was one of the kids from Luke’s security force. I knew him, but not well. Luke eased Kevin’s helmet off. His face was as white as I’d ever seen anyone. His blue lips contrasted starkly against his skin’s alabaster white. A small dribble of blood leaked from his lips. His breath made an all too familiar whistling noise.

  “It ... was ... them ...”

  “What about the others?” Luke asked, cradling the boy’s head on his thighs.

  “All ... dead. Snuck up on us. No guns ... just ... arrows. Real quiet.”

  The injured boy coughed hard, spraying blood in all directions, and then relaxed in Luke’s arms.

  “How many, Kevin?” asked Luke, unaware, or unwilling to believe, that Kevin had just died.

  “Kevin!?”

  Indigo put her hand on Luke’s arm. “He’s gone, Luke.”

  Luke didn’t say anything, just ran his hand over Kevin’s brow as though comforting him.

  “We have to go, mate,” said Ben, softly.

  Luke nodded and slowly eased the boy off his legs and stood.

  “Indigo, you should take the bike and warn everyone. We need every second we can get,” I said. “Maybe get Max and the other kids safe into the upper floors of the hotel with Allie, Brooke, Ava, and the rest of the mothers.”

  “Okay.”

  Luke pulled Kevin onto the sidewalk and leaned him against the nearest building after Indigo had sped off.

  “I want to come back and bury him after we’re done with those assholes.”

  “Sure. Come on. Let’s go.”

  We broke into a run.

  33

  The plaza in front of the Radisson was a hive of activity when we got back. Jamal and Beau were passing out firearms while Paul directed those without guns to the rear. They would be the second and last line of defense. Indigo and Brooke passed out bottles of water, which Indigo continued doing when Brooke came over to kiss Luke, before handing Ben, Luke, and I a bottle each.

  The well-used plastic bottle crinkled in my hand as I raised it to my lips and took a swig. We were true recyclers, the hundreds of bottles we had collected over the years used over and over again.

  “The kids are on the eighth floor with Ava and the other mothers,” Brooke said, perhaps anticipating my question.

  “You should go with them,” Luke said.

  “No,” Brooke said firmly. “I want to be here where I can be of use.”

  “But —”

  “I said no, Luke.”

  She stood there in the sun, one hand on her hip, the other resting protectively over her belly. Ben put his hand on Luke’s shoulder. “No use arguing, mate, I know that tone. It’s the same as the one she gave me whenever I wanted to watch football in our living room at home.”

  “Fine,” said Luke. “Just stay at the back and make sure you have a gun.”

  “I don’t need a gun,” she said, smiling and pinching his cheek. “I’ve got my big, hairy road warrior to protect me.”

  Luke didn’t smile and Brooke grabbed his arm.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll stay back and out of harm’s way.”

  He nodded and kissed her cheek, but still didn’t look entirely happy as she turned back to help Indigo. The death of Kevin had clearly rattled him. I got him busy by sending him to find the rocket launcher and the last two grenades.

  Thirty minutes later, all was in readiness. We assumed the party which had taken out Kevin and his crew had been a spearhead and had probably gone back to the main body of their army to report. Given it had been close to an hour since Kevin had made contact, we knew we could expect our visitors any time.

  Luke and I walked along the barrier for one final check. We had a line of people wielding shotguns, rifles, and pistols nearly the length of the barricade. I did a rough head count. Including Luke, myself, Paul, Danny, Jamal, Ben, and Indigo, we had nearly eighty-five guns. Behind, there was a space of about eighty feet to the people armed with homemade weapons, assorted tools, and purpose made weapons like swords and daggers.

  Everyone looked resolute and determined and, optimistically, I started to think it might just be possible to turn back Ash and his Marauders. When the warning call went up a few minutes later, I looked down Elm Street, my optimism slowly fading.

  From that distance, the Marauders looked like a black tide washing down the wide street. Ben handed me a pair of binoculars without me having to ask and the reality of what we faced hit me like a hard slap across the face.

  The column of armed Marauders, their faces blackened with ash, decorated with piercings and feathers in their hair, marched behind a tank. As I scanned along the vanguard, I could see nearly every one of them was armed with rifles or automatic weapons. Through the gaps in that line, I could see the same behind them.

  I focused the binoculars on the tank as my ears caught the rumbling noise of it. In front of it, naked from the waist up strutted the upright, muscled figure of Ash, the shaven headed thug carrying an automatic pistol in each hand. As Luke had pointed out back at the bridge, Ash’s once handsome face was now a graffiti covered joke. Nearly every centimeter of his face was covered, and the whites of his crazy eyes stood out starkly against the black, inked words.

  I didn’t bother trying to read any of the words, although the one on his forehead stood out clearly and pretty much summed up the general theme: HELLFIRE.

  I lowered the glasses, my brain working furiously. “We can’t fight them,” I said quietly.

  “What?” asked Luke.

  “We can’t fight them. It would be suicide.”

  “We don’t have a choice, dude. We can’t fall on their mercy. You’ve heard the stories and seen for yourself what he is. He doesn’t have any mercy.”

  “I know. I have another idea.”

  I lowered my gun and walked along the barricade until I came upon a boy wearing a white t-shirt. He didn’t notice me. He was looking down the barrel of his rifle, too focused on the enemy to sense me.

  “I need your shirt.”

  He jumped a little and looked up at me with wide eyes.

  “Isaac, what are you doing?” Indigo came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder.

  “I have an idea,” I repeated.

  “Why do you need his shirt?”

  I turned to her and reached out, taking her hand.

  “I have to do this. We can’t fight them. Trust me?”

  She held my eyes with hers, her gaze almost as strong as her grip. “Be careful.”

  This seemed to decide the kid. He stood up, pulled of
f his white t-shirt, and handed it to me.

  “No, dude,” said Luke behind me. “You can’t. He’ll slaughter us.”

  I ignored him and began to climb the barricade. My friend rushed over and grabbed me with his one good hand, pulling me back to the ground.

  “Dude, I won’t let you.”

  “I’m not surrendering, Luke,” I smiled. “I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.”

  Luke sized me up.

  “All right, but you’re not going out there alone. I’ll come with you.” He crossed his arms like a stubborn child.

  “So will I,” said Ben.

  “Me too,” said Paul.

  “Fine!” I said, before turning to Indigo. “But no one else. If this goes ass up, throw everything you have at them.”

  Indigo nodded. Brooke grabbed her hand supportively.

  I kissed my wife and began climbing over the barricade. Preoccupied, Luke followed me, even as Brooke moved to embrace him. She shrugged. “Be careful, Luke!” she called instead.

  He turned, walking backwards a few steps, and called, “I will. See you in a few minutes.”

  I hardly noticed any of this. I was too focused on the approaching Marauders army. I had finally reconciled the fact that that’s what it was. An army. Not a bunch of kids. Not a post-apocalyptic gang of misfits. It was a well-drilled army, led by a ruthless general.

  My idea had worked once before against another foe; I only hoped it worked again, this time against a more dangerous animal.

  34

  As I landed on the pavement on the other side of the barricade, the Marauders were close enough now that I could see individual figures with my naked eye. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, wondering if this was where my luck would finally run out. Holding the white t-shirt loosely in my left hand, I pulled my pistol out of my jeans with my right and began to walk towards them with Luke, Ben, and Paul fanned out behind me.

  I stared straight ahead, my gaze honing in on Ash’s face. When I could discern the features of his face, I stopped and held up my arms so he could see the shirt and the gun. When I knew I had his attention, like a perp submitting to the cops, I carefully bent my knees and placed the gun on the street while keeping the shirt in the air.

  I looked around at my friends. “Put your guns on the ground like I did.”

  I began to wave the shirt slowly from side to side over my head.

  “Are you sure, Isaac?” asked a tight voice behind me. It was Luke. I knew he was serious; he never called me Isaac.

  “Trust me.”

  Famous last words.

  Based on the stories we had heard, I knew there was a possibility Ash would simply shoot us down in the street and have the tank roll right over our bodies. I just had to hope his curiosity would be peaked enough to talk to us.

  It seemed to work. Ash stopped and slung one of the automatic weapons over his shoulder and thrust a clenched fist into the air, signaling his army to stop. While they didn’t exactly stop with military precision, the speed at which the foot soldiers followed his order was impressive. The response time of the tank? Not so much. For a brief, optimistic second, I thought it might actually run right over Ash. It didn’t. The tank rumbled on for a few feet before finally coming to a halt with a small, metallic screech, less than a foot behind their leader. Ash didn’t flinch. He just stood there with his fist held in the air like an exclamation mark.

  Finally, he lowered his arm. I felt a bead of sweat run down my neck as I waited to see what he would do. A smile is not what I expected. It was a big, shark-like grin and, even though I wasn’t close enough to see, I knew it didn’t reach his crazy blue eyes.

  “Anders!” he called, without taking his eyes from us.

  One of his soldiers broke from the ranks and ran forward. Still smiling, he turned. We couldn’t hear what was said, but after a few seconds Ash handed Anders his two weapons before turning back to us. His smile had disappeared.

  Ash stretched his arms out to either side, his hands open. I nodded and lowered the shirt, my white flag. We began to walk towards each other. Luke and the others began to follow. I stopped, intending to send them back.

  “Let them come, Isaac Race!” called Ash.

  I shrugged. “If you say so!”

  He smiled again and sauntered towards us. I saw him sizing us each up, his gaze resting on Luke longer than anyone else.

  We stopped about ten feet from one another. Ash was an even more intimidating sight close up. He had grown in the intervening years and, like Luke, had filled out with solid muscle. His sheer size wasn’t the only thing intimidating. Now that I could see his eyes, I almost wished I couldn’t. His pale blue eyes told me more than his previous actions had — he was insane. That made him more dangerous than anyone I had ever had to face, even the natural born killer in the Drake Mountain Facility, Mr. Ragg.

  “What can I do for you, Mr. Race?” he asked, loud enough for his words to carry to both our forces.

  “I have a proposition for you.”

  “A proposition!?” he asked incredulously, still smiling.

  “Yes,” I said seriously.

  He laughed loudly.

  “All right, what’s your proposition?”

  I didn’t let his sarcasm or laughter get to me. I held his crazy stare. “I don’t want to lose any more of my people and I’m sure you don’t want to either. I propose you and I fight. Just us. If I win, your people leave. If you win, my people give you whatever food and weapons we have and we leave. No one else gets hurt.”

  His smile disappeared.

  “Hmm, interesting. But, you see, I want to hurt your people. I have a proposition for you. How about I kill you with my bare hands right here and then hurt every last one of your people? Of course, I will save Indigo and little Max for last.”

  Coming from his mouth, their names were like obscenities and I felt a stab of anger in my chest. But before I could respond, Luke took a step forward, only to be restrained by Ben and Paul.

  “You fucking piece of shit!” Luke spat, dragging the other two over the tarmac. “Let me go. I’ll fucking end this now.”

  Ash smiled. Luke’s rage somehow allowed me to bring my own under control. I wouldn’t be drawn into any rash moves.

  “Luke!” I yelled, turning partly to him. “Let me handle this.”

  Luke continued to struggle, shaking off Paul and confronting me with Ben still hanging onto him. I put my hand on his heaving chest.

  “Please.”

  He looked at me for a few uncertain moments and then relaxed and stood up straight. Ben pulled him a few feet away. When I was sure Luke was back under control, I turned back to Ash.

  “So, you’re scared to fight me?”

  Ash burst out laughing, holding his belly as he shook. I didn’t think he found it quite as funny as he was implying.

  “Do you really think you can goad me like I’m a bully in the playground? No, my offer stands. I will kill you now. You, your big, angry friend there,” he nodded at Luke, before sweeping his arm theatrically around, “everyone you love.”

  “I knew it!” I said, scorn dripping from my tongue. “I knew when I found you in that closet you were just a scared little boy. Then I figured out why you hated the General so much. Danny told me how you would be called to his room in the middle of the night. You were his little bitch.”

  The speed at which Ash rushed forward surprised me and his big hand around my throat choked the rest of the words from my mouth as he picked me up, drove me backwards and down, onto the road surface. Luckily, my shoulder took the bulk of the heavy impact. It hurt a lot, but faded into mere background noise as his grip on my throat tightened.

  His face was a pale grimace of crazed anger, the tattooed words stark against the skin around them. ‘KILL!’ on his cheekbone seemed to jump out at me as my vision began to swim. I reached up and tried desperately to peel his fingers from my neck but failed. As tiny black motes began to swarm across my vision, I
began to panic. I could hear shouting, but it was dull and seemed to come from a long way away.

  It was then that Luke, Paul, and Ben rushed into my field of fading vision. I was buffeted as they grabbed hold of Ash, but his grip was unrelenting as they rained blows upon him. It wasn’t until Luke clamped his good hand over Ash’s forehead and jerked his head backwards that I felt some relief. Slowly, the grip on my throat eased and I drew deep breaths as my vision began to clear. The air which filled my lungs was the sweetest I had ever breathed.

  Ash didn’t release his grip entirely, even if it appeared his immediate situation was hopeless. Luke’s hook was pressed firmly against my assailant’s vulnerable throat. It was pretty clear one movement from Luke would open up Ash’s jugular. I could also see Ben, his back to me and facing the Marauders army, his pistol pointed at their leader’s head in a clear warning.

  “Let go or I’ll rip your throat out,” Luke said through gritted teeth.

  Ash didn’t let go. Not right away. He appeared to be weighing his chances if he were to pursue his chosen course of action. Suddenly, his eyes weren’t so crazy, just calculating. It wasn’t until Luke pressed his hook even harder, the sharp point drawing blood, that Ash released my throat completely and put his hands up in surrender.

  “Call your men off,” Luke said, still pressing home his hook.

  I willed him not to do it. I had the feeling if we killed Ash right then and there, the rest would still attack. We needed to avoid an all-out battle.

  “Get back, everybody!” he called to his men and then looked down at me. “I’ve changed my mind. I really would like to kill you nice and slowly. I accept your challenge.”

  He jumped to his feet and brushed himself off when Luke let him go and stepped away. Paul reached out a hand and helped pull me to my feet. Ash regarded me with a small, dangerous smile on his face. There were a bunch of his people just behind him, still with hands on their guns and looking tense.

  “So, how do you want to do this?” asked Ash.

  My shoulder throbbed and my throat was a shriek of bruised pain. The last thing I felt like doing was fighting. Unfortunately, I had no choice.