Broken Lines Omnibus: A Tale of Survival in a Powerless World

by James Hunt

  Kalen ducked with it, keeping her head down as more bullets rained upon on her. She jumped up and gave Mary the cover fire she needed to sprint across the street.

  A few of the bikers had grown bold and left themselves exposed. Kalen killed three more before they could find cover.

  As Kalen dropped back behind the car, she could hear the shouts of one of the bikers.

  “Send some around back. We’ll cut them off.”

  “Jake wants them alive!”

  Kalen sprinted back toward the corner of the building where she was earlier. Her feet smacked against the pavement as she fired a few more shots into the biker’s direction, then heard the click of the firing pen.

  Empty.

  Once she made it to the building’s corner, clear from the exposed road, the empty magazine hit the sidewalk. She loaded a new magazine in and racked the chamber.

  She wanted to cut the bikers off before they made it to the other side of town. If the bikers sandwiched them in one of the buildings, they’d be goners.

  Kalen ran past the storefronts toward the west side of town, trying to beat the bikers there. She skidded to a stop just before the buildings ended.

  Four of the bikers pursued her. They inched their way toward her, moving from car to car up the side of the street and using some of the doors to the shops for cover.

  “Shit,” Kalen said.

  She looked around, trying to think of a way out. When the bikers came around from the back, she’d be cornered.

  It was a good thirty yards from her location to safety on the other side of the street, thirty yards without any cover. She could make a run for it, but it would expose her.

  The bikers were getting closer. Kalen could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands gripped the rifle harder. Was this it? Was this how it was going to end?

  No.

  She still had more left. The dirt flew up from the ground as she dug her heels and dashed for the other side of Main Street. She aimed the rifle back blindly, shooting at random, trying to provide her own cover for the run.

  When she made it to the other side, she kept running. She didn’t stop until she made it to the back of the building.

  Kalen couldn’t remember how many stores down Mary was or which one she ran inside. The first store she ran inside was the old gun shop. Most of it was cleaned out, but there were still some cases and a few rifles and pistols lying around.

  Kalen found two 9mm pistols and a box of ammo. She shoved them both in her bag and did one last scan for any .223 shells for her rifle.

  She scanned the barren shelves, desperately searching for more bullets. She shoved a few cases of shotgun shells out of the way and found an entire case of .223 ammo.

  She stuffed five boxes into her bag, with the pistols and other ammo she had remaining, and hurried out the back door.

  The gunshots coming from the front of the store were becoming more frequent, which was a good thing in Kalen’s mind. As long as the guns kept firing, then Mary was still alive.

  Kalen checked a few more back doors before she finally found Mary in what was left of the hardware store. She was still by the front holding her ground. Two empty magazines were at her feet.

  “Mary!” Kalen shouted.

  When Mary turned around a hail of bullets came down on them, sending both of them to the floor.

  Kalen crawled forward, dragging the bag with her, shelves of hardware supplies exploding above her from the gunshots.

  A box of nails exploded from a gunshot and sent one of the four-inch nails flying into Kalen’s leg. She screamed in pain. Half the nail dug into her flesh. She reached her hand down, her body shaking, and when she yanked it out, a spurt of blood followed.

  She let out a relieved gasp and continued her progression forward toward the front of the store.

  Mary covered her ears, her arms around the top of her head, attempting to protect herself from harm. Kalen ripped Mary’s hands off her head and handed her one of the empty magazines and a box of shells.

  “Load the magazines,” Kalen ordered.

  The first few bullets Mary grabbed slipped out of her shaking hands. She finally managed to pick one up and pressed it down into the magazine. She loaded them as fast as her nerves would let her.

  Kalen poked her head over the windowpane. There were a half-dozen bikers advancing at them. She knew it wouldn’t be long before the others in the gang would be behind them. She had to get the gun loaded and have one of them guard the back. It was the only way they’d still have a chance.

  Mary held up one of the finished magazines and Kalen snatched it from her. The bullets were still screaming into the hardware store, both of them were crouched low avoiding the blasts.

  “Watch the back. They’ll most likely be coming from the left. There’s no cover back there, so they’ll have to duck in between the buildings,” Kalen said.

  “What about you?” Mary asked.

  Kalen dumped the boxes of ammo onto the floor.

  “I’m watching the front,” Kalen said.

  Mary grabbed her rifle, a box of shells, and the other empty magazine and crawled to the back.

  The bikers’ gunshots were relentless. Kalen knew they’d have to go back and get more ammo soon. They had to reload at some point.

  Kalen took the time to reload the magazines she had and made sure the two pistols were loaded as well. A few moments later the gunfire lightened and she jumped up, rifle in hand, and squeezed the trigger. She was able to hit two of the bikers, killing one while the other dragged himself behind a car.

  Then, before she could duck back down, she felt the sharp pain of steel and metal slice through her arm. The force of the bullet pushed her back, and the rifle fell from her hand.

  Kalen hit the floor, pressing her hand against her arm. The blood was warm, sticking to her fingers and shirt as she tried to stop the bleeding. She tried moving, but each time she did it sent stabbing pain through the left side of her body.

  Kalen could see one of the pistols on the ground. She stretched out her good arm, her fingertips almost touching the composite of the handle, when a boot pressed down on her hand.

  When she looked up, Frankie had his pistol aimed at her head.

  “Game’s up, sweetheart,” Frankie said.

  The rest of the bikers converged on them and dragged both girls to the motel. Neither of them screamed or resisted. Kalen simply kept pressure on her arm, trying to staunch the bleeding.

  All of the tortures she was about to experience raced through her mind. When she made the decision to do this she knew this could be one of the outcomes.

  No matter what happened though, she wouldn’t scream. She wouldn’t cry for help. They wouldn’t get the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

  Day 13 (the Cabin)

  Whatever doubts Ken had about Mike in regards to their deal dissipated when he saw the amount of ammo he had stock piled.

  There were enough rounds to keep them hunting for the next decade. Mike agreed to give Ken the boxes up front, but he made Ken agree to take them hunting tomorrow.

  “I need fresh game and I need it soon,” Mike said.

  “Okay. Meet me at the trailhead that leads down to the road in the morning.”

  Mike looked at him surprised. He specifically took Ken the way he did to avoid the trailhead entrance at the highway.

  “I’ve been hunting this land for more than forty years; you really think I didn’t know about the road entrance to your cabin, did you?” Ken asked.

  “I guess not.”

  “Six a.m. We’ll need to get started before the sun comes up.”

  Before the two men could shake on it, Freddy came running into the basement. He almost tripped over himself coming down the stairs.

  “Dad! You have to hear this! Come upstairs!” Freddy said.

  “What is it?” Mike asked.

  “There’s someone on the radio!”

  Upstairs the entire household was gathered in the liv
ing room, circled around one of the radios Freddy had found the day before, protected from the EMP by the faraday box Mike made to store them in.

  It was a woman’s voice coming over the radio. Mike couldn’t tell if it was a recording. The sound kept breaking in and out.

  “We have food, water, shelter, medical attention, and protection. We have our operations up and running and we are restoring power to our area. If you have the ability to arrive, please know that we can help. We can offer assistance. We can keep you safe.”

  “She’s not saying where it is. Where is it?” Jung said.

  The rest of the group hushed him. The tension cut through the air as the group waited to hear more.

  “Cincinnati has been chosen as the starting point for relief efforts in Ohio. Similar cities have been chosen in other states to act as rallying points in bringing power back online along with other basic utilities. Again if you are in the area and can make it to Cincinnati we have food, water, shelter, medical assistance, and protection.”

  The signal went dead, and the woman’s voice was replaced by static. It filled the room as everyone looked at each other, letting what they’d just heard sink in.

  “What are we waiting for? We need to get there now!” Jung said.

  “Jung, we don’t even know who that was. It could be a recording from weeks ago,” Mike said.

  “But shouldn’t we at least try? What if it’s true? What if the power is on in Cincinnati? We have the Jeep. We can send a few people,” Tom said.

  “The only highway around here that leads to the interstate has to go through Carrollton. That means dealing with the biker gang that’s down there. A gang that’s killed most of the townspeople,” Mike said.

  “We have to try something!” Jung screamed.

  The group members around Jung separated themselves from him. His body was shaking. His eyes were desperate, pleading to the group. He had the look of a man who was willing to do anything to save his wife.

  Mike understood. It was a feeling he had the entire walk from Pittsburgh to here. He was willing to do whatever he needed to get to his family, but just because Mike understood Jung’s pain didn’t mean he could let him take the Jeep.

  “We’ll keep the radio on, Jung. See if anything else comes through. Okay?” Mike said.

  He placed his hand on Jung’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. Jung jerked Mike’s hand off him and headed back to his room.

  “Okay, everyone. Sitting around won’t make the radio magically work again. Back to work,” Ulysses said.

  As the crowd dispersed, Ken let out a whistle.

  “Looks like not everyone’s happy to have your hospitality,” Ken said.

  “I’ll see you in the morning,” Mike said.

  The two men shook hands, and Ken headed out the door. Once Ken was gone, Anne came and wrapped her arms around Mike.

  “I didn’t think you wanted to bring him back here.” Anne said.

  “I didn’t, but it was part of his agreement.”

  “You think we can trust him?”

  “I’m not sure yet, but we’re going to need the food, so I don’t have much of a choice.”

  “What are we going to do about the radio? You think it’s real?”

  Mike found it hard to believe the power would come back up that fast, especially after what he saw in Pittsburgh. He figured by next spring the country would be in a better position to rebuild, but maybe it was happening faster than he thought.

  “We can’t worry about that right now. We have supplies here that will last us a while, and with Ken helping me hunt, we’ll have a fresh supply of food coming in. How’s the garden coming?” Mike asked.

  “Good. We’ve got peas, squash, and corn in the ground,” Anne said.

  Mike gave her a kiss on the forehead.

  “I’m gonna keep the radio in our room. We don’t need it being a distraction for anyone. Where’s Kalen?”

  “She went out to the old shooting stand with Mary.”

  Mike raised his eyebrows.

  “Did she say why?” Mike asked.

  “Mary’s been having some trouble dealing with what happened to her mom. Kalen thought that if she showed her how to handle a weapon, it’d make her feel… safer.”

  Mike didn’t like that the girls had gone out alone, but he felt a surge of pride about his daughter helping Mary.

  “Okay, I’m going to get things ready for the morning. I’ll be in the basement if you need me.”

  ***

  It was getting dark and Kalen and Mary still hadn’t returned. Mike was getting worried. He grabbed his rifle and decided to head out to the hunting stand where the girls said they were going.

  Mike kept his ears open, but the closer he moved to the stand, the more concerned he became. He’d been walking for almost fifteen minutes, and he hadn’t heard a single shot go off. He quickened his pace, his boots smashing the forest dirt underneath.

  The stand was only forty yards away, and from what he could see, it was empty. He brought his rifle up and flicked the safety off.

  “Kalen?” Mike said.

  He circled the stand. There weren’t any shell casings on the ground, no foot tracks in the dirt, no sign the girls were ever here at all.

  Mike’s pulse quickened. His breathing accelerated. The irrational panic of his daughter not being here rushed over him.

  “Kalen! Mary!”

  They’re not here. They never came here, but why? Why would they need rifles if they weren’t-

  “The bikers,” Mike said.

  Mike sprinted back to the cabin. It was a two-mile hike and usually took close to forty minutes on foot for a one-way trip. He made it back in less than twenty-five minutes.

  Ulysses was the first to see Mike burst through the trees into the cabin’s front yard.

  “Michael?” Ulysses asked.

  “Mary and Kalen? Did I miss them?”

  “No, I thought you were going to get them.”

  “They never went to the stand.”

  Mike could see Ulysses’s eyes make the connection. He was the one who brought Mary and her sisters back to the cabin after he found them in town. Mary’s mother was raped in front of them, and they watched their father die.

  Mike gathered Erin and Nancy, Mary’s sisters, in the living room. The rest of the group lingered in the kitchen and hallway, letting Mike speak to them in semiprivacy.

  “I just need to know where they went, Nancy. I’m not mad; I just want to know where we can find them. I want to make sure they’re safe,” Mike said.

  Nancy looked up at him, her eyes wide and wet.

  “I don’t know. She never told me anything,” Nancy said.

  Mike lowered his head. He believed her.

  “Why did she leave us? She promised me she wouldn’t leave us,” Nancy said.

  Nancy broke down crying. Mike scooped her up in his arms. The little girl buried her face into Mike’s shirt, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  Anne came over and peeled the girl off of him, rocking her back and forth. The younger sister, Erin, didn’t say anything. She kept her head down, twisting the edge of her shirt. Mike gently rested his hand on the top of her head.

  Mike didn’t make eye contact with anyone as he headed for the basement. Ulysses followed. The two of them started gathering as much ammo and weapons as they could carry.

  They said nothing to each other as they collected bullets, loaded magazines, attached scopes, and threw holsters around their waist and shoulders. It was an unspoken agreement between a father and grandfather. Their offspring were in trouble, and they were going to get them out.

  Fay, Tom, and Clarence crept down the steps. They watched Ulysses and Mike in the glow of the candlelight. Each of them had bullets and guns strapped around their waists and shoulders. They didn’t look like normal men anymore; they were soldiers preparing for war.

  “So you’re just going to go in there guns blazing?” Tom asked.

  Mike shove
d a magazine into his Smith and Wesson .45, holstered it, and looked up at the two of them on the stairway.

  “I don’t expect you three to come. It’s going to get bad,” Mike said.

  Fay grabbed one of the rifles and started loading shells into one of the empty magazines. She said nothing. She didn’t look at Mike until he put his hand on her shoulder.

  “Thank you,” Mike said.