Contamination 5: Survival (Contamination Post-Apocalyptic Zombie Series)

by Piperbrook, T. W.

  Having crossed the open field, Caddy darted into the cover of the trees, heading toward the street she’d forever call home.

  Caddy had almost reached her house when she saw the young man stumbling through the trees. She stopped dead in her tracks, brandishing her knife in front of her. It’d been several days since she’d seen another survivor, and the ones she had seen in the past hadn’t been friendly.

  She slid behind the nearest tree, uncertain if he’d seen her. The young man was walking perpendicular to her. If she kept walking, she’d run into him. She waited a few seconds, listening for a change in his footsteps, a sign that he’d heard her, but he continued without hesitating.

  She peered around the tree.

  Although the man was several hundred feet away, she could see that he was in bad shape. His face was marred with blood, and he walked with a limp. In his hands was a rifle. She considered calling out to him, announcing her presence, but decided against it.

  The last thing she needed was to get shot.

  Instead she watched him disappear through the trees, unwilling to risk her safety and her mother’s. Her mind flashed back to the first days of the infection.

  There’d been other survivors at first. She’d watched them from the locked doors of her home, doing her best to keep her mother away from the windows. She’d even tried helping some of them.

  But one by one the people had turned.

  Their once-friendly faces had become masks of infection, former neighbors and teachers and grocery-store workers transformed into nothing more than snarling beasts. And so she’d learned to hide and keep quiet, knowing that one false move could precipitate the end.

  The only way to stay safe was to remain hidden.

  It was too dangerous to be out in the open. If she’d had food at home, she wouldn’t have gone outside in the first place. Engaging another survivor—especially one who was armed—would be irresponsible.

  Her mother was waiting for her.

  Caddy waited until the young man was out of sight, proceeding only when he was little more than a speck through the trees. She held the knife in front of her, searching the trees for signs that he wasn’t alone.

  Where there was one survivor, there could be others.

  The forest remained silent. She snuck through the trees, doing her best to muffle her footsteps, and headed toward home. The house was only minutes away. A ripple of fear washed over her. In another circumstance, the presence of another living person might have been reassuring, but instead it filled her with worry.

  Something about the young man’s disheveled appearance had rattled her. Where was he going, and what were his intentions? What if he stumbled on their house?

  Would he try to rob them like the others had?

  The young man was almost out of sight, but if she concentrated, she could see the hue of his purple shirt through the wilderness.

  Without warning, he collapsed.

  Caddy covered her hand with her mouth. Was he dead? There was no way he’d last on his own. If she didn’t help him, he’d be discovered by the infected.

  Caddy swallowed.

  Pushing her worries aside, she darted toward the fallen man.

  7

  It took Noah a full minute to realize he’d fallen. For the past few hours, he’d been running and hiding and surviving and his body had finally had enough. His head was pounding; his nerves were frayed. He squinted at the sun.

  The forest felt like it went on forever.

  He was no longer certain where he was or what direction he was traveling. Up until now he’d been following the progression of the sun, navigating his way west. Now he wasn’t sure where he’d ended up.

  Was he going the right way? Was there another road ahead?

  For all he knew, Noah had doubled back and was heading into the arms of his pursuers. He tried to sit up but fell. His consciousness was fading and he was powerless to stop it.

  Sooner or later someone would find him. Whether it would be the men or the infected, he wasn’t sure. Did it even make a difference anymore?

  Either one would end his life.

  His mind spit images of the creatures. He saw them tearing and biting and clawing, their faces barely human. He clenched his eyes shut, hoping to rid himself of the images, but the creatures had already morphed into the men chasing him. Their faces sneered and snarled as they pursued him through the wilderness, laughing at his futile attempts at escape.

  But he’d killed them. One of them, at least.

  He’d stabbed the man through the neck with a stick, and the man had bled all over the forest floor. And then he’d shot another. The vision returned to him through the haze, and suddenly he was gagging and coughing and hoping he could forget.

  He was no better than all the rest. Maybe he deserved to die in the woods.

  The heat of the sun enveloped him and his eyes fluttered closed.

  It took him a few seconds to realize there was someone was standing over him.

  A hand grabbed his arm. Noah tried to struggle, but he was too weak. Somewhere beside him was the rifle, but he had no strength to grab it.

  “It’s all right,” someone whispered.

  Noah forced his eyes open. Through the glare of the sun he could make out a young woman. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail and she was holding a bottle of water.

  “Don’t make any sudden movements,” she warned. She flashed his rifle at him.

  Noah parted his lips to speak, but his throat wouldn’t cooperate.

  “What’s your name?” she asked.

  He tried to find his voice, but his mouth was dry, his lips chapped. The girl handed him the bottle of water and scampered back a few feet, as if she was afraid of him. He took the water, ready to drink, but then thought better of it.

  What if it contained the virus?

  He pulled himself to a sitting position while the girl eyed him with concern.

  “You should drink it. It’ll help.”

  He shook his head and cleared his throat.

  “I can’t,” he said.

  The girl’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  “It might be infected.”

  Having spoken the words, he swiveled his head around the forest, as if one of the creatures might spring out at any moment.

  “What’s your name?” the girl repeated.

  “Noah.”

  “Can you walk, Noah?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Let me help you.”

  The girl lowered the rifle and moved toward him. She held out her arm and he took it. Regardless of who this girl was, one thing was clear: he wouldn’t make it without her assistance.

  The girl pulled him to his feet. Noah wobbled but stayed upright, head still spinning. He clung to her for support.

  “Where are we?” he asked.

  “Chester.”

  “Am I still in Colorado?”

  “Yes.”

  “I thought that—”

  “Save your energy. If you want to live, we need to move.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Does it matter?”

  Noah smiled grimly. Even though they had just met, the truth lay unspoken between them.

  Wherever they were going was the same as where they’d been: nothing was ever certain, and no one was safe.

  Noah clung to the girl’s arm, letting her lead the way as they progressed through the forest. Her appearance had given him renewed strength. The prospect of shelter, real shelter, was enough to propel him forward and sustain him.

  Food and drink would be next. But he’d have to worry about that later.

  For the first few minutes, they walked in silence, focusing on the mission at hand. He noticed the girl had a knife and a pistol holstered at her side, but she was carrying Noah’s rifle in her hand, aiming it at the forest in front of them.

  He’d let her take it without issue. If it weren’t for her, he’d already be dead.

 
Before long, the light of a clearing emerged. The sky shone a magnificent blue as the warm rays of the sun slipped through the trees. He trudged toward the clearing, hoping they’d find solace there.

  The forest seemed to have grown darker with every step, and he was grateful for the chance to get out. After a few minutes, the girl spoke.

  “I’m Caddy,” she said in a hushed tone.

  “Thanks, Caddy. I thought I was going to die in there.”

  “Don’t thank me yet. We’ve still got a ways to go.”

  The girl looked over at him, her eyes coated in fear. Whatever she’d seen in the last few days was probably as bad as what he’d seen—maybe even worse. There was no way she’d survived this long unscathed. She pointed through the trees.

  “My house is beyond that clearing. It’s on a small dead-end street.”

  “Are you alone?”

  “No.” Caddy paused. “I’m with my mother.”

  Noah sensed she was uncomfortable with the discussion, so he allowed the conversation to fade. He put his efforts into walking—one step at a time, one foot in front of the other. The sooner they reached her house, the sooner he could recuperate.

  The sooner he could come up with a plan.

  As they traveled, he continued to glance behind them, looking for the men who’d pursued him. There was a chance they were watching. Even though he had a companion and a rifle, the odds were still against him.

  If anything happened to Caddy, he’d feel guilty. They’d only just met, but already he felt responsible for her. She could have easily gone past him in the woods; instead, she’d chosen to stop.

  These days, compassion was rewarded with death.

  Caddy noticed him looking over his shoulder.

  “Is someone after you?”

  Noah hesitated. “No. Yes. I mean—I took care of them, but there may be more coming.”

  The girl drew back. He tried to put himself in her shoes. To her he was a stranger, no more familiar than the men who’d pursued him. How did she know he wouldn’t murder her? He did his best to explain.

  “They ran me off the road this morning and chased me into the forest,” he clarified. “Then they did this.”

  He pointed to his face. He could only guess what he looked like, but he was sure it wasn’t pretty.

  “They took everything I had and ruined my truck,” he continued. “I barely got away. The only way I survived was by taking one of their weapons.”

  He motioned to the rifle she was holding. Caddy nodded. She took hold of his arm again, but this time he noticed her grip wasn’t as tight.

  He’d have to earn her trust. Given their circumstances, he couldn’t expect much more than that.

  The trees had started to thin and Noah could make out the road beyond them. The last time he’d seen pavement was when he’d seen the army vehicle. He still wasn’t sure if he’d been hallucinating or if it’d been real.

  “I thought I saw an army vehicle on the road back a ways,” he said. “Did you see it?”

  The girl shook her head.

  “We should go look for it. We might be able to get help,” Noah said.

  Noah furrowed his brow and looked behind them. How far back had the men been? In his efforts to escape them, he’d been traipsing the forest forever. Now he’d lost track of where he’d been.

  “I think it might have been a few miles that way.”

  The girl gave him a look. “Are you sure?”

  “No,” he admitted.

  “You’re in no shape to travel. We should get back to my house.”

  He nodded and kept his eyes glued to the road ahead.

  Where there was a road, there were bound to be vehicles. Maybe even the men who were after him. He pictured the black F150 that had run his truck off the road and shuddered with fear. The men had struck without warning, ramming his vehicle. He couldn’t recall their faces, but he remembered there were five of them.

  That meant there were three more.

  Noah had been so preoccupied with getting away that he hadn’t been able to identify them. In his mind, the men were a jumble of beards and laughter, a faceless mass that delighted in his pain.

  Killing two should’ve been vindication, but instead it made him feel hollow. No one should be forced to do that.

  Noah stepped through trees, leaning on Caddy for support. They were almost to the edge of the road. At the bottom he could see a row of houses.

  “Mine is the last one on the right,” Caddy said.

  “Have you seen any infected here?”

  “Not since last night.”

  She tugged him along, quickening their pace. After a few more steps, she ducked behind a tree and she pulled a pair of mini-binoculars from her pocket.

  “Where’d you get those?”

  “They’re my mother’s. She likes watching the birds.”

  Noah watched as she surveyed the landscape, then turned his attention to the neighborhood below. The properties were at the bottom of a decline about a half-mile away. There were eight in total, each identical in shape and size. Prior to the infection, the neighborhood was probably quaint and desirable; now it was littered with debris.

  Noah could see cars parked in the center of the road, their wheels turned at odd angles, their drivers nowhere in sight. Garbage cans were emptied onto the street; garden tools and hoses were strewn about the yards. Noah didn’t see any bodies, but he assumed they had to be somewhere. In contrast with the eerie calm, the neighborhood looked like it’d been demolished, and he could only imagine the struggles that had taken place there.

  Caddy swiveled the binoculars from left to right while Noah kept an eye out behind them.

  “All clear?” he whispered after a minute.

  The sun beat down from above and Noah wiped his face with his torn shirtsleeve.

  Caddy grabbed hold of his arm. Her entire body had stiffened.

  “Oh no!” she hissed.

  She pointed to her house and handed Noah the binoculars. Something was moving in the backyard. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed it before.

  He pressed the lenses to his face.

  A woman in her forties was leaning out the second-floor window of the house. Beneath her was a cluster of the infected.

  8

  “I knew I shouldn’t have left her alone,” Caddy said, her voice trembling.

  She scooped up the rifle and headed for the road. Noah ran after her, his legs shaking.

  “Wait!” he yelled.

  The girl looked back at him frantically.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’ll think of something. That’s my mother down there. I have to get to her.”

  Caddy turned away. Before she could leave, he grabbed her arm.

  “Stop!” he insisted. “You can’t just race down there. They’ll be all over you.”

  “They might get in the house.”

  “What if you run out of bullets? What if you—”

  “I’ll lead them away. I’ve done it before.”

  The girl tried to pull away from him, but Noah kept his grip. He knew too well what she was going through. At the same time, he knew carelessness would get her killed. He stared down the street, studying the neighborhood.

  “What about taking one of the cars?”

  Caddy stared at him for a moment.

  “Are the keys in them?” he asked.

  “I think so,” she said. “At least, they were a few days ago.”

  “Let’s check.”

  Before Caddy could argue, Noah let go of her hand and scrambled off, heading in the direction of the nearest vehicle. After a few seconds he heard her footsteps echoing behind him.

  The noise of the creatures wafted across the neighborhood—a low ululation that sent shivers through Noah’s body. The murmur was a vivid reminder of what they were up against.

  In just a few days, it’d become the soundtrack to his life.

  He hoped Caddy’s mother could hold out until the
y arrived. Although he assumed the house was boarded up, it was still possible the creatures could get inside.

  He shook the thought from his mind and started to run. The adrenaline had flipped a switch inside him, forcing him to push past the pain. There was no time to rest. Not when a life was at stake.

  Caddy overtook him. She leveled the rifle in front of her, legs pounding the earth as she ran. The gap between them and the sedan narrowed.

  The creatures’ cries had increased in volume. He could no longer see the backyard, but Noah could hear the woman screaming.

  We’re coming, he thought frantically.

  Caddy reached the car first. She peered inside, then threw the door open and hopped into the driver’s seat. Noah noticed the exterior was speckled with blood and the rear windshield was smashed. He ripped open the passenger side door and jumped in.

  The engine sputtered. Caddy cursed as she turned the key. Finally, the car started. She threw the rifle onto Noah’s lap and put the vehicle into drive.

  “What’s the plan?” she yelled.

  “Drive around back and I’ll try to pick them off.”

  Noah lowered the window and hefted the rifle over the sill. He set his sights on the house as they drove toward it, heart hammering.

  Caddy’s house was a two-story Victorian with a railed porch, vinyl siding, and a plethora of windows. As they drove toward it, he got a better look into the home. The first floor had been sealed off with furniture and boards. The upper windows were clear.

  The sedan hummed as Caddy tore down the street. When they reached her house, she veered onto the lawn.

  Noah swallowed. Having gained proximity to the house, he could now hear the creatures banging against the siding. The sound echoed off the walls of the adjacent house. Through the binoculars, he’d only seen a handful of them. Were there more than he’d thought?

  He steadied the rifle.

  The sedan plowed through the grass, bucking as it ran over a lawn chair. Noah jolted in his seat, doing his best to maintain his position. In the urgency of the chase, he hadn’t put on his seatbelt. He reached over and threw it on. The last thing he needed was to fall out the window or be thrown against the glass.

  He braced himself as Caddy swerved around the side of the house, coming up on the backyard. A few of the creatures had broken formation. They wandered in front of the vehicle, poised for attack. Noah leaned out the window and took aim. Before he could fire, Caddy shouted at him.