by A. J. Sikes
She’d lost count of how many she’d killed so far, but her axe dripped with their blood, and before she went down it would drip with more.
The creak and groan of metal sounded from behind her. Meg heard the chain rattling as Rachel cracked the shutters open.
“Get in,” Meg said to the Marine at her back. The one in front of her was still staring at her, and slowly shifting on its feet. Left to right. Left to right, staring at her and shifting its position. Left to—
“Shit!” Meg yelled. More of them were creeping down the wall of the building across the street. In the instant that she took her eyes off the one near her, it jumped, and she just had the strength to put her axe up to block it from tackling her.
It rebounded and launched again from the sidewalk to her right. The man behind her ran forward and swung his gun around to hit it in the side of the head with the stock. She heard a loud crack, and then shrieks as the ones on the wall began dropping and charging for them.
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Jed finished the thing off with a second butt stroke, making sure its head was caved in on one side before he darted backwards and dropped down to roll under the fire station door.
The lady firefighter was already on the ground doing the same thing when Jed got inside. A mass of arms and legs raced for them from across the street, and the snarls and shrieks were like knives in his ears, pushing him to get inside as fast as he could.
“Close it!” someone near him yelled. Jed got his knees under him and lifted up from the floor in time to see a different firefighter grabbing at a chain that worked the door. It was another woman, with dark hair hanging out from around her mask.
Then she was falling, slamming onto the floor. Her head bounced off the concrete and a stain of blood marked where she hit. It smeared as her body was yanked out of the fire station.
She didn’t even get to scream.
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Meg threw herself toward the clawed hands reaching in, with her axe held out. But they were too fast. Claws wrapped around Rachel’s ankles and tore her legs out from under her. A sickening crack filled Meg’s ears and then Rachel was gone, ripped from the room right in front of her eyes.
The Marine was there, reaching for the chain to close the door, but he was too far back from it. He leaned over the spot where Rachel had been, trying to catch the chain with his gun and pull it closer to him.
Meg lunged for the chain and in two quick movements had the door closed. She fell against the wall and slumped. Her axe clattered on the floor beside her, and Meg shook and then roared with sorrow.
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“Thank you for helping me,” Jed said. They were the only words he could think to say. The only words that made any sense any more. Everything else in Jed’s mind was a mess. Even the lady firefighter was a mess, shaking and crying. He could see tears flowing out of her eyes behind her mask.
“Why didn’t you shoot it?” she asked. She didn’t look at him, just stared at the ground between her boots while she sobbed.
“My—No ammo. I got nothing left.”
They stayed like that for a few beats while the monsters clawed and shrieked outside the door. The lady firefighter looked at the chain a few times, and Jed figured maybe she was thinking just to open it up. Let the fuckers in and that’d be that.
Gotta get her back on her feet. What the fuck do you say, man? What do you—
“What’s—What’s your name, ma’am?”
“I’m Meg Pratt,” she said, cutting into his thoughts. “You’re . . .?”
“My name’s . . . I’m Private Welch, but you can call me Jed. I’m Jed.”
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Meg caught that he mumbled the word private, but gave her his first name with more force. Something was off about him. He was different from the soldiers out on the street. The ones she couldn’t save. Or maybe he’d just survived the worst battle imaginable and was in shock. He had said he was a private after all, so this could have been the first time he’d ever seen war.
Not like Meg had seen it before herself, but she’d been through plenty that was just as bad.
Maybe as bad as regular war. The kind where people just shoot each other or blow each other up. Nothing like this, though. Nothing at all.
“We had some more survivors with us,” Meg said. “They got in, though. The monsters.”
They’d stopped shrieking outside and she only heard a few of them moving around. Their claws scraped on the door sometimes, but it seemed like they’d given up.
For now, maybe. They’ll be back. They always come back.
“You’re the only one left, ma’am?” the Marine asked. Meg had to smile. He had a southern accent, and the way he said ma’am sounded so polite. Such a difference to everything else around her.
“Yeah. Me, you, and Rex.”
“Rex? He the fire dog or something?”
Meg let out a sharp laugh as she looked at the stairs. Rex was on the steps with one hand on the wall and his axe clutched against his chest with the other hand. He had a dopey-dog look on his face, like something Meg had seen in a Norman Rockwell painting. “Yes, Jed. That’s exactly who Rex is.”
She picked up her axe and struggled to her feet. Meg nodded at Rex, indicating Jed with her axe.
“He’s a Marine. He’s out of ammo, but he’s okay.”
Rex seemed to relax a bit. He came down to the app floor and approached them cautiously.
“You—You weren’t infected, right?” he asked the Marine.
Jed shook his head, but didn’t say anything.
“We should set up guard duty,” Meg said. “Get some rest. Sleep if we can.”
Jed nodded and mumbled that he’d take the first shift.
April 20th, 2015
Upper East Side, Manhattan
When she woke up to Jed shaking her shoulder, Meg had no idea what time it was. But it didn’t feel like she’d had much sleep. She got up anyway, picked up her axe and went to stand at the top of the stairs. From there she could see through the windows in the dorm room in case anything tried to get in.
They’d nailed more boards up to make a tighter grid, and reinforced the others that Rex had nailed back after the things broke in earlier.
They’ll hold. And if they don’t, then it’s just time to accept it I guess.
Her two hour shift passed in silence, except for the grisly sounds of the monsters on the street outside. Meg was supposed to wake Rex up for the last guard shift, but she couldn’t sleep anyway, so she stayed up for the rest of the night.
Daylight finally broke and she went to the dorm room windows to watch the street. Streams of the infected moved like trails of giant ants as they slinked away from the morning light coming into the ruined street, illuminating the bodies and the blood of the night before. A few monsters picked at the bodies, but quickly moved away, like they would rather ignore the dead.
Don’t want a cold dinner, huh?
Meg looked at Jed and Rex sleeping in their bunks. Jed lay still with his empty weapon beside him. Rex held an axe by the handle, but the head hung down beside his bunk.
She’d done it. Finally, after all the blood and the hell and the agony of watching people die all around her, Meg had saved two people.
A man with an empty gun and another man with only half a spine, if that.
“Maybe there’s a yellow brick road somewhere in this city,” Meg said to herself. “We’ll find the wizard and get them what they need.”
She laughed, a sad and hollow sound inside the near silence of the dorm room. Rex snored softly behind her and Jed mumbled something in his sleep.
It would have been so easy, so many times, to just join Tim in death. To let the monsters get to her, or to just take herself out. She had no shortage of opportunities to die or just kill herself over the past twenty-four hours. But she hadn’t taken any of them.
As she watched the monsters crawl away into the shadows outside, the thought that she may have been better off dead kept nagging at
her, like a hangnail rubbing against her other fingers.
“No,” she said, eyeing the last of the monsters on the street. “You don’t get to win. Not today. And maybe not ever.”
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I hope you’ve enjoyed this story. Editing Nick’s Extinction Cycle series has been a lot of fun, and it’s great to be included in the Kindle Worlds launch. Writing Emergence put me well outside my comfort zone—until now I’d mostly written grim tales of 1920s noir urban fantasy. Emergence was an exciting project, nonetheless, and the characters continue to inspire ideas.
A lot of people helped make this story possible, and my thanks go to all of them. Top of the list, I need to thank Nick for inviting me along for the ride, and the team at Amazon for their support and assistance.
My gratitude also goes to the FDNY for everything they do to keep the people of New York City safe, and to firefighters and emergency workers around the world as well. We should never forget the security and safety they provide us just by showing up to work everyday. As further thanks, 10% of my proceeds from sales of this story will be donated to the FDNY. Another 10% will go to my local department in California, the Vacaville FD.
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