by Mark Clodi
“Sorry to do this to you Max, Stewart. You aren't coming with us.”
“What? Why? How will you find the leader if I am not along?” asked Max.
“We will get him, don't you worry. Just not with your help.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your mission is to find and take out the leader, my bosses have changed the game plan, we are no longer to travel together. You and Stewart need to stay here and protect the train until we get back.”
“There are thousands of zombies in the building over there!” Max yelled gesturing at the buildings separated from them by a canal. “We can't hold out against that many, we don't have enough bullets.”
“I can't stay here to make sure you follow orders. But if you want a ride back you better make sure nothing happens to the train.”
Behind them Bill started forward, only to have Ruben call out to him, “Bill? You got a minute?”
Looking back at the man, then towards the scene unfolding a short distance away Bill sighed and asked, “What?”
“Think of this as a learning moment. A very dangerous learning moment. Now I know Draper won't hurt your friends up there, they are civilians, but you go charging up there with your gun and your men behind you with our guns and, well, someone might do something stupid.”
“What is going on Ruben?”
“Typical spook job. Right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing. I don't know for sure, but I can tell you one thing.”
“What's that?”
“Your friends ain't leaving with Draper.”
“Well shoot. What do we do now? Go back?”
“They took the engineer. I bet he took the keys or codes or whatever they use to make this thing run too. We aren't going anywhere until, and if, they get back.”
“I am not liking the sound of that.”
“No one likes shit soup Bill.”
Bill nodded and turned back to watch his friend argue with Draper, leaning up against the train nonchalantly. “Is it okay if I hold my rifle in a mildly threatening manner?”
“Well sure it is! I'll even stand next to you with mine, but I think having Dan on the machine gun is more of a threat.”
“Good idea...” Bill turned to tell Dan, then noticed the old man was already there, polishing the barrel with an oily red handkerchief. Flushing Bill turned back to Ruben, “Maybe I will just lean up against the train and make small talk with you. It seems like you got everything under control.
Miming a surprised look Ruben said, “Who me?”
They both watched Max lose his fight with Draper and come storming back. “He isn't going to take us to the leader. He said he had different orders and my 'magic powers' weren't accurate enough to find the zombie leader. The leader is right over there!” Max yelled loudly. “Right behind about twenty thousand zombies that an armored car could plow right through!”
The door of the armored car slammed shut and the vehicle rolled away slowly along the deserted streets.
“What is off that way?” asked Stewart.
A whole series of “I don't know.” came back to her as everyone within ear shot answered.
“So they didn't tell you what they were doing either?” asked Ruben.
“No.”
“Spook job.” he replied, “Black operations that they send special forces guys out on. Sometimes they even come back.”
“I thought the special forces guys were good at getting the mission done?” asked Max.
“Oh sure, the mission gets done, they just don't always come back. So what are we going to do?”
“Wait.” said Stewart.
“See if we can get the train moving and go from there.” said Max. The others nodded after considering this for a moment. They climbed back into the cab and it only took them a few minutes to realize that they were not going to be able to operate the train.
“Why didn't we pay any attention after the first engineer got shot?” Max asked.
“Because we weren't planning on being left here.” Stewart answered, "I took notes while we were in the cab, but they aren't enough. I think they locked it down before they left."
Turning to Bill, Max asked, “I don't suppose any of your guys know how to operate a train?”
“I'll ask, some of them are pretty old, maybe they did it when they were younger.” Bill ducked out of the cab to call the question over to Larry, Larry passed it along and it soon came back that the only train experience the men had was with the Lionel toy variety. Those men, including Ruben, were willing to take a look, so they ushered them all into the cab, leaving a couple of others near each machine gun. Max was monitoring the zombies and noted that they had started moving a little to the north.
“Uh, guys?”
“Yeah?” Bill responded.
“They are moving, a whole lot of them are moving, heading north, what is north of here?”
“Send Javier to look real quick.” Bill said to Ruben, who yelled out the door for the younger man to go look north along the canal.
The Hispanic youth yelled, “A bridge, a lot of zombies on it!”
“We need to leave.” Max said.
Bill took a moment to look over the position of the train, it was just outside of the yawning mouth of an extra wide tunnel, they had a good field of fire to the east and south, but anyone approaching from the north or the west would be hidden by buildings almost until they were on top of the train. From where he was standing Bill could see another bridge to the south of them quite clearly and it was empty.
“How many are coming Max?”
“More than I can count. It looks like all of them.”
“Okay we need to leave. Now. Ruben tell the guys. We'll head west to get onto that street and take it down to that overpass and bridge to get across the canal. Take all the weapons and ammo we can, leave everything else.”
Ruben hesitated for a moment, then started bellowing out Bill's orders, before disappearing to check things over for himself.
The three of them were left alone on the engine for a moment while Max and Stewart gathered what few things they still had with them. “Is the really bad guy still to the north east of here?”
“Yeah.”
“Well brother I think we need to go finish our mission.”
“Bill...there are too many of them.”
“We'll manage. Did I ever tell you about the baseball fields when I went looking for John?”
“Did I ever tell you about getting out of Denver?”
Both men laughed, while Stewart looked on grimly. Together they climbed down from the train and led the retreat from the zombies coming towards them from the north.
Chapter 39
The radio shook in Draper's hands as he spoke into it. “From what Max said the main concentration of them is close to Grant Park, looking at the maps I can see several possible locations for your main objective. Get out there and take a look around, but pay close attention to the Archicenter, the Art Institute, the CNA Center, and the Metropolitan Tower. If I had to guess from the hazy picture Max gave me the target is in the Archicenter. I am dropping off a team now to assist you.”
Randy on the other end of the radio was writing notes down on a yellow pad of paper. “Okay, we will meet you at Lake and Canal in five.”
“We are arriving there now. The two men will take position in the rent a car place on the north east corner. Good luck.”
“You too.”
Turning down the radio Randy said, “We gotta go now, they are waiting for us. We need to avoid firing weapons or drawing attention to ourselves at all cost.”
“So we suit up. How far is it?”
“Three blocks, here, take mine.” Randy thrust his camo suit at Katie, she stared at it for a moment.
“Why?” she asked with incomprehension.
“Yours is more damaged from where I shot you. The bite out of mine is smaller, so it will give you better coverage.”
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Randy sighed, “You have to get through Katie. You have to. Every edge we can give you might not be enough. I am bit, probably infected and more of a liability to the mission. How are you doing on ammunition?”
“Low, I have twelve rounds of high velocity left, but only eight or so subsonics. My pistol has two clips and some change.”
“I think one of Draper's guys has more, but no subs. So go light for now, tote the rifle and carry the pistol for this first leg of it.”
“Yessir!” Katie said, saluting him sharply. She technically outranked him.
“Hey.” Randy said, grabbing her hand, “Don't be like that.”
“You've as much said that you are going to die and most likely I am too, how do you want me to be?”
“I don't know. Stoic?”
“Fine.”
“I think I can see the logic of not having mixed sniper teams now. Or teams that are homo or lesbian.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I love you.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I..” Randy began, only to be cut off by Katie.
“Love has no place here, not in this, not in the field, not now. You think you would love your partner any less if you were both men? I know I would love my sister in arms just as much. It comes from spending so much time training together, always being together, never being able to be apart. We are closer than most married couples. If I had to put a description on this I would say we are like twelve year old sisters on the longest road trip in history in the back of our parents car. We can't get away from each other so we make the best of it. I see you at your worst and at your best; I know you better than my real sisters or friends. So we fuck on the side, who really gives a shit? I won't have you saying I can't do the job because we partnered up in more ways than the one the Army wanted us to.”
Randy looked at her a moment, then said, “Couldn't we be brothers in the back seat.”
“Sure.”
“I mean sisters doesn't really fit my style. Then there is the whole incest connotation.”
“I always knew you were gay anyway.”
“Fine, how about cousins? Then we don't have any gender bending that puts me out of my comfort zone.”
“Whatever. But don't ruin my career by saying the old policies the Army had were right.”
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.”
“You meant it exactly like that. You don't want to see me die, you don't want to abandon me and I can see you will, if you think it will let me get away or complete this insanity.”
“Can I be sorry for thinking that, but still think it?”
“Sure. C'mon we gotta go, you said those guys are waiting for us.” She threw Randy's camo suit back to him.
Reluctantly he nodded then they got dressed and headed out.
They made it two blocks through almost deserted streets when they heard the shots ringing out. Before they moved into a jog Randy had them power on their suits. The loose, poncho like garments were not as effective when the user was moving, it made them look like slightly reflective ghosts. When they paused a block away from the car rental place they all but disappeared.
“At least the suits are working.” said Randy gesturing towards a zombie that was just loitering in the street, not approaching them at all.
“Good thing I packed up the rifle.” Katie said sarcastically, pointing at the twenty or thirty zombies moving around between the cars ahead of them.
“They will have to sort it out, I am not getting closer to them dressed up like this, they might shoot me by mistake. Let me call them and tell them we are here.”
Randy spoke into his mic and then said, “They said to come through on the south side, to aim for the white SUV, there!” Randy raised his glossy arm up to point out the vehicle ahead of them.
“Okay.”
They ran the block with no problem and when they arrived at the vehicle they were startled when the locks opened automatically.
“Nice trick, they unlocked it from the rental building when they saw us arrive.”
"I thought our suits were working!"
Shrugging Randy replied, "They seem to work good enough against the zombies, which is all that really matters. At least they opened the doors for us."
“I'll have to thank them for that.” Katie said, stowing her rifle in the back seat. “Are we going hunting?”
“Yeah, lets sneak up on a few of the faster ones and cap them.”
Most of the zombies in the parking lot were taking cover among the cars, this meant that they were not the slow stupid zombies that were the norm in the city. Katie moved behind one who looked up at her just before she shot it in the face. On the other side of the same vehicle Randy's pistol went off almost simultaneously.
“I think she saw me before I shot her.”
“Mine didn't seem to notice. Let's be careful, watch your field of fire.”
“I'm a sniper, not stupid.”
“We haven't had to worry about this yet.”
“Fine mom, I won't shoot towards the shack.”
In the rental building two troopers had their rifles pointed out of broken windows, looking for targets. They were not wasting their bullets on the few slow moving zombies that were shambling closer towards them, but trying to hit the ones that had taken cover behind the cars. Katie saw a shotgun barrel stick out from under the car ahead of her, she quickly ducked down to ground level and aimed at the fatigue clad figure laying there.
She paused, he looked like a living man, his uniform was a little dirty, but it was standard issue military. His gun, however, was not, it looked like a new shotgun taken off the shelf of an outdoor merchandise store. The zombie was about Katie's age and he turned towards her to reveal a bloody furrow through his hairline above his right eye. He saw her and tried to swing the shotgun around, but Katie fired on him first, it took two shots, the first glanced off of his cheek, blowing out part of his tongue and several fragments of teeth. Her second shot caught him right in the bridge of the nose and he stopped moving.
Randy moved up and quickly fired into two separate zombies dropping them both, then the soldiers in the rental company opened the door and headed towards them. Randy crouched down and covered them, Katie, closer to the vehicle, covered Randy's back and kept her eyes peeled for encroaching zombies that might try to sneak up from another direction. She also noticed that one of the two soldiers was lagging behind, as if injured.
A super zombie rushed out at the slow soldier, Randy's pistol barked and the balding man in a business suit jerked spasmodically before one of the bullets caught him in the ear. Katie heard footsteps behind her and turned to see a smart zombie sneaking up on her with a baseball bat.
“Little pig, little pig, let me in...” the zombie muttered coming towards her, “I know you are there you naughty little swine. I'll...”
Katie's shot blew through its cheek and sprayed the windshield of the car behind the SUV with black and red flecks mixed with bone and hair. The first soldier jumped into the driver's side door, the wounded man rushed to the door behind the driver and Randy called 'shotgun' and took the front seat next to the driver. Katie had just enough time to claw the door behind Randy open, jump in and then slam it closed before the car lurched forward into another zombie.
The man beside her was holding her gun on his lap, his own rifle was pointing at the cargo space behind them.
“Tucker?” he asked, Katie nodded, “I'm Lewis, glad to meet you.” Lewis dug around inside his fatigues for something, coming out with a box of ammunition, passing it over he said, “I brought these for you.”
Katie grabbed the box and was just about to say 'thanks' when the window on the other side of Lewis burst in, peppering them with glass. Lewis's helmet hit Katie in the face with enough force to make her see stars.
“Fuck!” The other soldier yelled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Bullets peppered the car and Heath turned a corne
r and headed towards a bridge on Lake street. They left the gunfire behind, but Lewis was hit, he was slumped over and not moving. Katie pushed his body back against the seat and evaluated him.
“Christ. Was he bit?”
The other soldier looked over his shoulder, veering dangerously in the street, “What?”
“Was Lewis bitten?”
“No, some zed winged him with a shotgun, he'll be okay....What?”
“Dead.” Katie said simply. “Came in over his armor, under his helmet.”
“Fuck. Alright I am taking Lake street up to Michigan, then down towards the Archicenter.”
“You better park us somewhere away from it, they said the target was around there, we need to get close and move into position carefully.”
“I will get us within five blocks and won't take Michigan all the way down. Will that work?”
“I don't know Chicago that well, we were supposed to be picked up on the other side of the canal, so this is beyond what I memorized for the mission.”
“No worries honey, I'm a native, I grew up here.”
“At least they sent us a good guide.”
“The right men for the job. I suppose it is just 'Man' now, isn't it? I am Heath.”
“Where are all the zombies Heath?”
“Headed towards Iowa, don't worry though, there are still a shitload of them here. This guy Max said there were more than he could count, if you believe in that sort of stuff.”
“Voodoo magic?”
“Yeah, but Draper said it seemed to be real. He couldn't pin point zeds for us, but he knew where they were and he had some way of telling which ones of them were stronger than others.”
“You talked to him?” asked Randy.
“No, he was up on the engine with Draper. Draper seemed impressed with the guy. Hated to leave him like that.”
“What is going on?”
