by Brown, TW
It had apparently worked to perfection. The reports came in over the next hour as each of the teams managed to take down a scouting party. The death toll came in at fifty-four people. That was a huge number in today’s world.
“Where did you come up with this idea?” Braden asked as the last team leader exited the room. They had created a post in the remains of an old movie theater lobby. Catie was sitting on the metal counter sharpening one of her many knives.
“The Native Americans,” she answered without looking up.
“Huh?”
“They used to lure out soldiers from the forts back in the old days. The soldiers were so overconfident in their superior firepower that they would only send out a detachment. Those fools would roll up on a whole bunch of pissed off Natives who were fighting for their land.”
“But didn’t they lose?” Braden pointed out.
“Eventually,” Catie said with a nod. “It was a numbers game. That has been an issue throughout history. Superior numbers can withstand an attack for much longer because the casualties don’t hurt them as bad.”
“But we are the minority…does that mean we are gonna eventually lose?”
“Maybe.” Catie shrugged as she sheathed her blade and put away her sharpening gear. “If we are truly the minority, then it will be tough sledding. And that is why I had our little excursion go to your zombie pit.”
Braden had almost forgotten about that little trip. When the people from Montague showed up like Catie had said they would; he had been too amazed at her ability to make such a prediction.
“I want you and Mario to continue with that plan. I want the pit emptied, and I want the zombies directed at Montague Village,” Catie announced as she headed for the door.
She emerged onto the deserted street of what had once been some suburban hub of Chattanooga. It looked like every other small community on the outskirts of every city she had seen. That was another side-effect of the zombie apocalypse; it had basically wiped out anything and everything that made someplace special and unique.
That had been the realization that Catie had come to over these past few months. One place was pretty much like the next. There was no such thing as states or even countries anymore. All that remained were pockets of survivors trying to carve out a new life in a dead world. However, she believed that the dead were almost done. They had performed their role in thinning out a world that had grown over-populated and wasteful. The global reset button had been pressed and released.
It was a new game. Her mind drifted momentarily back a few days when she had realized just how drastically that game had been altered.
***
Catie moved along the roof of the building. From her position, she could see the lights of Montague Village just starting to shine as dusk deepened and the night drew near. They were more like pinpricks, but in such a concentrated area, it made finding the village a relatively simple task.
She brought up the binoculars and scanned the buildings. She knew exactly what she was looking for and even in the poor light of lanterns and a few bonfires and barrels, she believed that she would eventually find what she was seeking.
At last, her diligence paid off. Her target came into view. Catie felt her stomach twist and a sour taste fill the back of her throat. As she watched her target walk into one of the buildings with a handful of people in tow, she sighed.
“I guess I will never understand human beings,” she muttered.
She climbed to her feet and moved back to the large gray piece of defunct machinery that once pumped cool air into the warehouse she was currently using for her little mission. She came around the old swamp cooler and looked down at the expectant face staring up at her.
“Is he there?”
“Yes, Kalisha…Marty is there.” Catie sat down beside the girl who snuggled up under her arm and shuddered just a bit. Catie was not sure if it was due to the cold or if the girl might be crying. “By the way, that was not only a very smart thing you did, but also very brave.”
“It made me feel dirty,” Kalisha whispered. “I was so sure that I was wrong and that all of the bad things would be my fault.”
Catie gave the girl a squeeze. She reached in her pocket and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper with the scrawled note. She still could not believe that this little girl could be so brave, so practical, and so apparently wise for being so young.
The note had been stuffed into her hands that day she had first come to the library to see Elliott. It was from Kalisha, and the things that it said were just too incredible to believe. If they were true, she might never be able to trust another human being ever again.
They had been true. Boy howdy had they been true.
***
The note said that Marty and Melvin were working as spies for Elliott and Dean Stockton. Double agents of the zombie apocalypse. Now there is a book title for you, Kevin, Catie had thought when the words had come to her head as she tried to make sense of what she had been told by Kalisha.
The twins were playing both sides against each other by giving each of the ego-driven leaders just enough information to incite them in the direction that the twins wanted things to go. She still had no idea why they had acted like they were friends with her, or cared about her at all for that matter.
The note also said that Kalisha had discovered that the twins were the ones who had been behind pushing Elliott to use the serum as a bio-weapon against the unknown. They had convinced the man that Dean was about to launch a full-scale attack on downtown Chattanooga and raze every building in the process. If Elliott would have demonstrated half a brain, he would have seen that for the lie that it was. The firepower needed for such an act of war was a thing of the past.
While it was true that the firepower to take down large numbers of people was now ancient history, human ingenuity had found a way. She had heard of such things. Over the years, she had seen what a herd of the undead could do to a settlement.
The first time that she and Kevin had come across one such scene, the devastation had been indescribable. The stories from the few survivors they encountered who were picking through the remains of their former homes were horrible and amazing.
Kevin had listened to the accounts like he did anything of that nature, and then become a bit of a prophet. His words had been chilling, and Catie recalled thinking that it was just a case of Kevin thinking so far above and beyond the normal human mind.
“People will eventually figure out a way to turn zombies into weapons.” She had elbowed him and told him he was being silly. “How long did it take for people to start using the blood as a bio-weapon? As soon as somebody comes up with a way to gather a large crowd of the undead and use it to take down another community, we will be back in the Cold War era all over again, but with much less stability.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Catie had pressed.
“It is our nature. Mankind is nothing if not ingenious when it comes to devising ways to kill each other. We are the creators of countless horrible biological weapons and then we have our nuclear arsenal. It is simply the way we are wired. Look at history. Disease ridden blankets? Us. Atomic bombs on two Japanese cities? Us again. We kill. That is what man does, and he does it with a ruthless efficiency.”
Kevin had continued in his ranting lecture, and the entire time he did, Catie had considered him to be just a bit mad. Yet, in the back of her mind, a not-so-small small voice was pointing out that everything he was saying was solid truth and cold facts.
Armed with the knowledge that she was standing in the middle of a hornet’s nest and steadfast in her decision to make this her new and permanent home, Catie had some tough decisions to make. She knew that even only being a few months into her pregnancy, she was still too far along to just up and leave. Who knew what else she might find out there? Add in her status of being immune and the varying reactions that brought, and Catie was of the mind that she had no other choice. She would have to do terrible
things, but they would serve a greater good. She knew right then that the road ahead these next few days would be barbarous and bloody. She would have to revert to that old version of Catie that existed before Kevin.
She would need to fight and kill.
Catie had told Kalisha to take her brother and hide. There were a number of buildings in the downtown area that were empty. They had found one of the taller office buildings and the brother and sister had gone there to wait until Catie gave the word for them to come out.
“Are you going to kill my dad?” Kalisha had asked when she and Catie were out of earshot of Caleb. Catie had struggled with the answer. The little girl then said something that surprised Catie. “I think it would be the best thing. He isn’t the same man that my mama loved. He has become a very bad person who wants to hurt a lot of people. I can take care of my brother.”
Catie hoped so.
***
Catie moved down the deserted side street of what had once been a residential area. She turned and saw the leading edge of the zombie herd rounding the corner. She slung the large tin square back around so that it was in front of her. The metal mallet she used was on her belt and she pulled that free as well.
“C’mon, you walking bags of pus!” she yelled.
The zombies seemed to home in on her, but it took a while for them to all make the turn and even though most of them followed the pack, there were still several that she watched continue on along the street they were on, missing their turn completely.
“There has to be a better way to do this,” she mumbled. As soon as she said the words, she knew very well that Kevin would likely have come up with some amazing idea that would work.
The baby kicked and Catie’s hand went to her belly. “I have so much to tell you about your father,” she cooed to the child inside her that was apparently feeding off her anxiety and restlessness as it seemed to be doing summersaults inside her belly.
She could hear the sounds of some of the others on parallel streets as they banged their own noisemakers to draw the herd on to its eventual target. She was still about a mile from the walls of Montague Village and she was confident that everybody else would be coming along at about the same speed.
If her approximation was even in the right ballpark, she and the others were leading over ten thousand walking dead to the gates of Montague Village. She had wrestled with her conscience for a while, but her soldier’s mind took control and reminded her that casualties were a fact of war. If she did not go on the offensive, then she would be forced to defend. She always believed that the defender had a disadvantage in that they had to react to what was being done. Besides, it wasn’t like everybody in Montague Village would die. They had plenty of defenses in place as well as bunkers to retreat to in the event of a herd.
No, this was simply to get their attention. They would let the zombies slam into their walls and perhaps knock them down in places. After a few days, she and her people would move in and start making noise to draw them out. If they got really lucky, they would hopefully lead some of them back to the landfill pit.
If she was really, really lucky, then the word would make its way to some of the other communities in the area. She would be sending emissaries to the ones they knew about in a week or two. These people could either agree to let everybody live in peace, or…
She climbed up onto the incapacitated hulk of a pickup truck. She noticed the rusting bullet holes that created a senseless pattern down the side of the defunct vehicle. A long since decomposed body was almost stripped down to its skeletal remains. Something caught Catie’s eye and she saw the smaller skeleton on the floor of the passenger’s seat. The skull had an obvious piece missing and Catie’s mind raced with what could have happened here. Just as quickly, she shut that line of thinking down and returned her focus to the task at hand. Once more she beat on the piece of tin to urge the zombies on in the direction that she wanted them to go.
“I can’t let you do this, Catie,” a voice called, startling her as she was climbing down from the truck.
Catie turned to see Melvin stepping out from the shadows of a house that had suffered a collapse. The roof looked to have caved in long ago as the vines growing up around the old house were now woven into the ruins and perhaps actually keeping the rest of the roof from completely falling in.
“Why?” Catie asked simply. The question had a hundred meanings, and she would be happy with any of them being answered.
“It’s a Conan thing, you probably wouldn’t get it,” the big man replied, he actually smiled wide and it was genuine.
“Haven’t enough people died?” Catie pressed.
“Maybe. And the thing is we had a talk and wanted to bring you in on this with us. We both agreed that you were just bad ass enough to make a good leader as we started our empire. But then you started trying to make peace with all these people.”
“You say that like it is a bad thing.”
“It sorta is. We figured that you would see the logic of Elliott’s plan. The thing is, he was thinking small. He was so tied up inside with how he and Dean fell out, that Montague Village was the extent of his scope.” Melvin’s hand flexed and he adjusted the aim of the crossbow he was holding before continuing. “He was reluctant to move on the three communities in the area besides Montague Village.”
“And that was reason enough to kill him?” Catie blurted.
“Yeah…I imagine that shrink in the prison would have had a field day with that. She was always telling me and Marty that we were extreme sociopaths with no apparent conscience and that our decision making was usually influenced by our own selfish desires. She even told me once that the world was fortunate that we had both been locked up at such a young age. She said that we had the potential to be a cross between Jim Jones, Charles Manson, and Hitler.” Melvin chuckled and shook his head. “I think the only thing we were lacking was a real cause. We didn’t care about race, creed, or even if somebody was a freakin’ homo. When this whole immune thing came along, it gave us a cause to believe in.”
“A cause to believe in?” Catie said with disbelief.
“Sure. We figured that being immune made us special. The world was in the reset stage. Being aware of our immune status allows us to do things that those who don’t know their situation won’t or are afraid to do. Add in the fact that we would be responsible for ushering in the next generation of humanity…” He gave a nod to her belly.
“Is that why you guys were so nice? What made you think I would go along with your plan?”
“Is what you’re doing that much different?” the big man chuckled. “Jesus H. Christ, you’re using freakin’ zombies to lay siege to Montague Village. You might wipe that entire community out with a move like that…immune and unknown alike.”
“You really weren’t the smart one, were you,” Catie said flatly. It was not a question as much as it was an indictment of how she felt about the twins.
“I’m smart enough,” Melvin replied with a shrug. “After all, I am the one standing here with my crossbow aimed at you. I drop you and that horde rips you to shreds. They won’t leave enough to come back. Then, one by one, I take down those ridiculous Beastie Boys. A quick run to Montague Village and I warn them of what is coming and how you disabled their perimeter noisemakers that were supposed to alter the course of any large herd that approached the walls. I will suggest this nifty idea about how we use those tin noisemakers you got hanging ‘round your neck. Me and Marty help lead the zombies away and then the people at Montague Village fall at our feet. A victory celebration and by morning, everybody will be sorted out when we add the serum to the food that night. We let the ones who survive take a few days to come to grips with how special they are. Then, we rush to warn the other three communities. They would not have gotten the news yet that everybody in Montague either turned or is now one of the immune. While we are there, we drop a little serum into their food or water or whatever and repeat it until all three communities are so
rted out. From there, we build the new civilization.”
“I see where your therapist threw Adolph Hitler in with the other people in her diagnosis of you two,” Catie sighed. Raising her arms in a sign of surrender, she knelt and laced her hands behind her head. “I still find one thing funny about people like you.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“You almost fit the stereotype of the evil villain perfectly. You just gave the whole monologue about your diabolical scheme.”
“So?” Melvin snickered as he brought his crossbow up and sighted in on Catie.
“So? Catie shot back. “So, if anybody overheard you…say some of the people from Montague Village who were on the fence about my offer for peace…if they were to somehow overhear your little monologue.”
The man looked at her with confusion obvious on his face. Catie maintained eye contact, and perhaps she gave a little something away at the end, because there seemed to be a split second where the big man understood her veiled meaning.
There was a series of twangs as over two dozen arrows flew. They hit arms, legs, and a few even found the head. That more than made up for the handful that hit his torso and were absorbed by the sand-filled bladder he wore.
6
Bad News
I looked down to see Billy staring up at me. He had his crossbow out and there was blood splatter on his pants. Sure, it was just a bunch of really dark stains, but I knew what I was seeing. I stared down at him for a few seconds before it dawned on me that I had not spoken.
“What are you doing out here?” I finally asked.
“What do you think?” His voice sounded angry. “And where the hell is Kayla?” I guess he had good reason to be mad, but hopefully when I shared the information I had managed to gather, he would not be quite as pissed off at me.
I started talking as fast as I could after he started up after me. He had a lot of questions when it came to Cricket and his people, but when it came to my recounting my experiences with Kayla, he seemed to mostly nod and make the occasional sound in his throat that I took as either him simply digesting the information, or storing it to use against me later.
