Zompoc Survivor (Book 3): Odyssey

by Ben S Reeder

  “Don’t touch her again,” I growled as I spun her to face me.

  “Someone needs to break that little bitch’s will,” the woman hissed at me. “And if you’re not man enough to do it, God help me I will!” The sound of boots on the stairs came from down the hall, and Penny backed away from me with a cruel smile on her face. Del and Tad emerged behind her and she ducked past them to glare at me from over her son’s shoulder.

  “You okay?” I asked Amy as the tableau held.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, her voice trembling from anger. “You saw the book?” I nodded. “It’s about like that.”

  “You saw it?”

  “She’s lying!” Penny snapped before Amy could answer. “She didn’t see anything!”

  “Then you won’t mind if I see for myself,” I said and turned toward the door on my right. From the corner of my eye, I saw Penny and Tad start to smile, but their expressions turned to horrified gasps as I lifted my foot and drove my heel into the door beside the knob. Wood splintered as the door swung away from me. The room was dark, with the window covered with a piece of thick, black fabric. I nodded to Amy and she stepped into the room to pull the curtain aside. The wash of light revealed a girl handcuffed to an eyebolt that had been set into the floor in the far corner of the room. She looked like she couldn’t have weighed eighty pounds soaking wet, with wide, dark eyes that darted from Amy to me and back. Her dark hair hung in lanky strands, and the smell of stale urine hit my nose. The shapeless dress that clung to her shoulders was stained and ripped, with bruised flesh revealed by each tear. My fists clenched as I turned toward Del and Penny but the hallway was empty.

  “I’ll get her loose,” Amy said. Her left hand was already in her front pocket, and I went to the next door down. It opened after a couple of kicks, and I found myself faced with a boy clad in jean shorts who couldn’t have been more than nine chained in the corner of that room. He stared at me silently as I walked toward him and went to work on the handcuff around his left wrist.

  “Hi, I’m Dave,” I said as the handcuff opened. “What’s your name?” He just looked at me for a moment, then drew back as far away as he could. I rocked back on my heels and watched him cower and tremble. What the hell had I been thinking? That he was just going to rush to the arms of someone who kicked the door in? I nodded and rose slowly, then turned away as I tucked the handcuffs in my back pocket, hoping against reality that he’d understand I wasn’t going to hurt him. Amy was waiting for me at the door with his sister’s hand in hers. Polly inched away from me, and I stepped to the side.

  “Is he okay?” she asked.

  “He’s scared of me,” I said. “He might trust you.” Polly pulled free of Amy’s hand and rushed to the boy’s side. They clung to each other and watched us with wide eyes. I pulled the door shut and turned to her.

  “We can’t fix this, Amy,” I said. “I don’t know how, and we don’t have the resources.”

  “We can’t just turn our backs, either!” she said.

  “You’re right, we can’t. And we won’t.”

  “We’ll figure something out,” she said. “After we deal with the Manson family.”

  “They’re going to be waiting for us,” I said. She nodded and pulled her pistol from the cargo pocket on her right leg. No one was waiting at the bottom of the steps, but a glance toward the rack by the door showed the shotgun and the M14 absent from it. I pulled the revolver from the holster and pointed toward the back door. Amy nodded and padded silently to the rear of the house, while I went to the front window. Father and son were standing between the porch and the truck, guns in hand. Penny stood behind and between them, her lips pressed together in a sharp line. Once again, I wished I’d worn my vest. Without it, I only had wit and luck to count on, and neither one would stop a bullet. I went back into the front room and grabbed the offending book.

  “I’m coming out,” I said as I let the door open an inch or two. Slowly, I pushed the door open the rest of the way and watched to see what they’d do. Del brought his rifle up and aimed it at the door while Tad pointed his shotgun at it without bothering to aim.

  “You get the hell away from my kids, mister,” Del said. “I want you off my property now!”

  “Near as I can tell, the biggest danger to your kids is you,” I said as I stepped out onto the porch.

  “You have no right to tell us how to raise our kids,” Penny said from behind her husband.

  “I was talking about your husband and your son pointing guns at me without knowing where your other two kids are,” I said as I turned and moved to my right. Their guns and their eyes followed me. “Now, I’d love to be as far away from you folks as I could get right now, but you’re standing between me and my truck.”

  “I think we’re standing between you and my new truck,” Tad said. Amy darted from the side of the house as he brought his shotgun up a little higher for emphasis. I paused and looked at him for a moment. I still needed time for Amy to get the drop on them, but Tad was just as impulsive as she was. If anyone was going to start shooting, it was him.

  “Son,” Del said slowly.

  “I want that truck Dad,” Tad said emphatically. “Think of all the stuff in it.” Del nodded after a moment, and Tad smiled.

  “Right now, kid,” I said slowly as I saw Amy pull the camper’s rear hatch open, “I’d be thinking real hard about the Golden Rule.” The comment had the desired effect, as father and son exchanged glances.

  “You get your daughter and you get the hell off our land,” Penny snapped after a few seconds. “If you know what’s good for you,” she added with a smirk.

  “Hell, you ought to be grateful we don’t just shoot you now,” Tad said. All three of them froze in place when Amy racked a round into the Mossberg.

  “Funny,” she said, her voice tight. “I was just about to say the same thing to you assholes.” All eyes went to her, and I brought the revolver up. As I sighted on Del’s back, I wondered if I was going to survive Maya’s reaction when she saw what two weeks with me had done to her little girl.

  “Drop the guns,” I said as I pulled the hammer back. It wasn’t necessary, but it got the point across. “Now.” Tad almost threw the shotgun down, while Del took the M14 by the barrel and laid it down on the ground in front of him. “Turn around and put your hands against the truck.” All three of them glared at me, but they did it. I stepped down off the porch and picked up the shotgun and broke it open. Once I’d extracted the two shells, I dropped it and picked up the rifle. Amy came around to my side as I dropped the magazine and pulled the charging handle to clear the round from the chamber. With their weapons empty, I pulled the handcuffs from my pocket and threw them on the ground between Dell and Tad.

  “Cuff yourself to him, right hand to right hand.” Amy handed me the other set of cuffs, and I tossed them next to Penny. “You do the same, left hand to left hand with your husband.”

  “You better think real hard about what you do to us,” Del said. “Because once I get loose, you’re gonna regret it.” Beside him, Tad was red faced and shaking, whether from fear or anger I couldn’t tell. I pretended to think for a moment before I answered.

  “I recall someone thinking I should be grateful that they didn’t just shoot me,” I said. “So I was thinking about that.” Tad let out a moan.

  “I wasn’t part of any of that, I swear!” he blubbered. “They made me go along with it!”

  “Relax, kid, I’m not gonna shoot you. But I meant what I said about the Golden Rule. See, I have some rules of my own. Rule Twenty Three goes something like this: Don’t walk away if someone needs help. So, what am I going to do with you? I’m still not sure. But I think I know where to look for some ideas,” I said as I held up the book.

  Chapter 3

  Karma

  ~ At his best, man is the noblest of animals; separated from law and justice, he is the worst. ~

  Aristotle

  “You can’t do this to me!” Penny screamed
from the other side of the basement door. I sighed as I closed it and made my way through the kitchen, picking up two bowls of oatmeal as I went. In the dining room, three children now sat at the table, each one studiously not looking at anything but the bowl in front of them. I went past as quietly as I could, but halfway down the hallway I heard the clinking of silverware on plates stop. Amy’s voice came from the dining room, soft and reassuring. The sound of eating still didn’t resume until I was halfway up the stairs. The door to the little boy’s room opened easily under my hand, and Del looked up at me from the same spot his younger son had been chained yesterday afternoon. Like his son, he only wore a pair of jeans. The red marks from the beatings I had given him stood out on his back and shoulders, and he shivered from the cold. I set the bowl down at the edge of his reach and stepped back.

  “What do you have to say for yourself?” I asked as he reached for it.

  “You got no right to do this to me, and if I get loose, I’m gonna beat the shit outta you,” he growled. I nudged the bowl out of his reach with my foot.

  “For treating you like you treat your own children,” I said. He glared at me. “Everything you told me I couldn’t do to you, you did to them. The way I see it, this right here, the last eighteen hours or so…that’s what you have a right to for the rest of your life.” I nudged the bowl back toward him.

  “No one tells me how to raise my kids,” he said around the first spoonful of plain oatmeal. I turned and walked to the door.

  “You let Bethlehem’s book do that for you already,” I said from the doorway. “Funny how his methods are okay to use on your kids, but it pisses you off when I use them on you.” I pulled the door shut and went to the next one. Tad was curled up in a sniffling ball in the corner. His head came up when the door opened. I set the bowl down in easy reach of him and stepped back. Unlike his parents, he’d been spared the beatings, the dousing with water and had been fed at the same time as the other kids.

  “What do you have to say for yourself?” I repeated.

  “I didn’t do anything,” he said as he grabbed the bowl. “It was all Mom and Dad, they locked my brother and sisters up. There wasn’t anything I could do about it.” I shook my head at the litany. He’d turned on his parents before we even got them into the house, and told us about Lena, his older half-sister who had been locked in the basement since she was a little girl. An embarrassment to her mother because she was born out of wedlock, she’d been hidden away all her life. If he’d been hoping for some mercy from me by betraying his parents though, he’d been disappointed.

  “You didn’t do anything,” I said. He nodded quickly, looking up at me with a hopeful smile. “That’s your crime. You let your brother and your sisters suffer while you enjoyed a normal life.” His face fell at that, but I was pretty sure he wasn’t disappointed in himself. Still, if there was hope for any of them, it was with him. I took a deep breath, then pulled the key to his handcuffs from my pocket. “Finish your food, then go and unlock your parents. Meet us out front.” I walked out and went down the steps. Amy waited for me with a bowl of the same stew the other kids had been eating.

  “No thanks,” I said. “I don’t have much of an appetite right now.” She nodded.

  “Me, either,” she said as she turned and took it into the dining room. The other three kids were sitting in the front room, huddled on the couch and looking worried. I walked past them and out to the front porch. The morning sun was casting long shadows across the fields, and mist was rising in long, narrow patches from the ground. It should have been beautiful. Amy led the three kids out onto the porch, and for a moment, I got to see them smile like normal kids. Then the front door opened and Del walked across the porch, his head down. Penny followed him, and as soon as she saw the girls, she moved toward them.

  “You worthless little-” was all she got out before I punched her. She staggered back and fell off the porch.

  “You will never lay a hand on those kids again,” I said. She got up and stared daggers at me.

  “You won’t always be around, you self-righteous son of a bitch,” Del said. I came off the porch and shoved him against the side of the truck with my forearm across his neck.

  “But I will be back,” I said as he struggled. “And if either of you so much as touches one of these children in anger, I swear to you. I. Will. Bury. You.” His face went pale at that, and he stopped fighting against me. I stepped back and let him fall to the ground, then turned to Tad, who had been the last one out. He was ashen faced and stood stock still.

  “You,” I said sternly. His eyes locked on me. “You didn’t do anything. That ends now. If they’re not treated the same way you used to be, you speak up. You do everything you can to stop it. Do you understand?” He nodded quickly. Finally I turned back to Del.

  “You have one week, maybe two before I come check on you,” I said, my voice trembling as I fought to keep from hitting him again. “If these children aren’t all alive, healthy and on the mend when I come back, I’m going to chain the two of you to the floor in one of those rooms and leave you there to die. Am I understood?” His eyes narrowed, but he nodded slowly. I stepped back, and felt a creeping sensation up the back of my neck. Amy stood, and I turned to look over my shoulder. She trotted to the edge of the hilltop and looked down, then turned back to me.

  “Ghouls!” she called out. I ran to the truck and pulled the Deuce and Amy’s sword belt from the cab. “You read my mind,” she said as she buckled it on.

  “I need to leave them with an example they won’t forget,” I sad as I drew my blade. “But I need you to stay out of this fight and keep an eye on the Manson family here.” Her jaw clenched as she frowned at me. She nodded and stepped back a couple of paces with an expression on her face like she’d just eaten a raw lemon. I moved forward and looked down the hill at the trio of ghouls that were racing up the slope toward us. Two wore t-shirts and jeans, and one was clad in the remains of a waitress’ outfit. The one in the lead was uttering a low growl as he came at me, and all too soon, he was coming over the edge of the hill. I held the blade with both hands and stepped into the swing. The blade caught him just above the shoulder and sliced through the front of his torso with a snapping sound as it clove through bones. The ghoul went down, its feet whipping forward as it fell on its back from the force of the blow. The other two stopped as they crested the edge of the hill, and did something I hadn’t seen any stage one infected do before.

  They stared at me. Their milky eyes seemed to move back and forth, and their noses twitched as they seemed to test the air. Then, as if that wasn’t enough weirdness for one moment, they turned and ran. I transferred the sword to my right hand and grabbed my .45 from its holster as I went to the edge of the hill. The first ghoul dropped with one shot, and the second fell after I put two rounds into it. I dispatched the one I’d first killed with a stroke from my blade across its skull, and finished the other two off with a pair of short chops to the back of the head before I wiped my blade clean on the shirt of one of them. When I crested the hill again, all six members of the family were gathered by the truck.

  “Okay, how did you pull that off?” Amy asked as I walked up beside her.

  “I wish I knew, but I don’t think it was just me,” I said while I wiped the blade clean on the lead ghoul’s shirt. “They’re running in packs, maybe they’re smart enough to know when they’re facing whatever we are.”

  “I’ve never seen the fast ones run from anyone before,” Tad said as we approached. “How did y’all know they were coming?” He looked at me like he’d never seen me before, and I wondered if I’d grown a second head or something. Even Penny was keeping a safe distance from me.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “We just…do. We’re really good at killing zombies. Those three probably broke through a fence last night somewhere. You might want to see if you can fix that.”

  “Um…how many have you killed?” Tad asked Amy.

  “Seventy two,” she rep
lied. His jaw dropped for a second, then his mouth closed almost as quickly. I tossed the Deuce into the truck and pulled the magazine for the M14 from my pocket.

  “Take care of them,” I told Del as I handed it to him. ”I don’t need to remind you what’ll happen if you don’t.” He shook his head.

  “I’m not an idiot. But you’d better pray I never get the drop on you again, because I’ll kill you the second I see you.”

  “I’ll make sure you don’t,” I said. I made the decision not to tell him I’d field stripped both of their guns. Del stepped back, leaving Penny to stare at me with hate in her eyes. Tad went back to the porch and hovered near his brother and younger sister while Amy and Lena spoke softly. They shared a brief hug, then Amy went to the truck and got in. I got in on my side and started the truck, then backed up and headed for the road down.

  “Do you think we actually did any good?” I asked her once we cleared the gate.

  “No,” she said after a few moments. “Are we really coming back?” I nodded.

  “If we don’t, I’ll find someone to come back in our place. No matter what, if we can find a place for those kids, we’re not leaving them there.” We drove in silence for another minute.

  “Are you mad at me for pushing things?” she asked. “Should I have left things alone?”

  “No,” I said. “I’m not mad at you. Mad about the situation, mad that we couldn’t take those kids with us, mad about a lot of things. But not at you.”

  “I thought I was doing the right thing,” she said.

  “Kobayashi Maru, ensign,” I said softly. “There was no right solution.”

  “Well, if they put Lena back in that basement, they’re going to be in for a surprise,” she said with a smile. “I hid one of my Spikes and a handcuff key behind a brick in the basement. I told her where to find it when she hugged me.”