This is the End 2: The Post-Apocalyptic Box Set (9 Book Collection)

by J. Thorn

  I explained how I’d come to care for Thalia, met Teresa, and about the fall of the FEMA center. I told them how we had been headed towards the coast but decided against it. I rambled for ten or twenty minutes. Dillon just sat quietly, watching the horizon, paying most of his attention to the interstate. Yeah, I liked this guy.

  The rest of the night was more of the same. The night sky was clear, and the moon was bright. With the area around this house so flat, it was easy to keep a decent watch. Nothing would likely sneak up on us. With so many of us, nobody had to stand more than a two hour watch.

  Morning came and the sun rose on what would be another warm day. Everybody drifted in and out, finding something to eat and cleaning up after themselves. A discussion finally arose about the idea of sending out a party to forage for supplies. There was strong disagreement by Dave, Teresa, and the boys about making this house the base.

  They had a good point. The house had numerous windows and, while a few zombies would be no problem, a horde could pose a serious threat. That led to questions of where we should look to go. We came up with everything, including heading to the Columbia River and searching for a boat, but David heard that these things had no qualms about just walking into the water. Then Barry came up with what many of us considered to be a great idea. Apparently there were two major prisons not farther than forty or so miles apart.

  “Not a good idea,” Ian offered.

  I noticed Dillon cast a sideways glance, but I couldn’t read what passed between the two. Whatever it was, Ian kept talking after just a slight pause.

  “You gotta figure a place like that turned into a war zone when this shit went down. If the cops won, who knows what sort of power trip is takin’ place. If the convicts won...”

  “We wouldn’t be any better off than we are out here on the run,” Anton spoke up.

  “Motorcycle.”

  It was Melissa! She stood in the middle of the kitchen while we sat in the living room. She’d pretty much just wandered around since our arrival. Nobody really paid her any mind.

  “Holy crap!” I sprang up from the couch and went to her. She faced me, her features still expressionless except for her eyes. That dull, glazed look was melting away. I could almost see life.

  “Motorcycle,” she repeated.

  “Hush, everybody.” I motioned with my hands and then gently grasped Melissa at the elbows. “What about a motorcycle?”

  She blinked.

  All of a sudden, Aaron and Jamie were bounding down the stairs, each one brandishing aluminum baseball bats. “Two coming from out back!” Aaron called as he darted past.

  I looked out the now open back door as the boys, with practiced ease, moved in on the leather-clad zombie. This one proved to be much more of a challenge. It was still wearing a helmet.

  A motorcycle rider!

  After taking the thing off its feet, the boys managed to smash the face of the near helpless zombie until it stopped moving. They headed around the pool to apparently take out the other zombie. They had mentioned two after all.

  Teresa was beside me now, and took Melissa’s hand in her own. Even Thalia was interested, and walked over to see if Melissa would indeed start talking.

  “Alan?” She looked at me, then Teresa, and then down at Thalia.

  “My name is Steve.”

  “Where’s Alan?”

  “I don’t know who Alan is,” I said slowly.

  “He said he would be with me as soon as he parked the bike,” Melissa whispered, still not looking at me.

  “Do you remember what happened next?” I asked.

  “So many...” her voice trailed off, and her eyes were seeing something that happened days ago. “They won’t let go of him! They’re biting him! Alan, take my hand! Pull yourself up!” Melissa fell to her knees sobbing. “I pulled loose and ran. I left him. Screaming. Begging.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and felt her practically sink into me. Her anguished cries shook her entire body. I absolutely don’t know what to do. I’ve never been to a funeral. Hell, until just a couple of weeks ago, I’d never seen a real dead person. So, I stood there. Holding this stranger. Stroking her hair. The only thing I wouldn’t do is lie to her. I would not tell her that everything would be all right.

  “We got trouble!” Aaron came running through the open back door. “That little valley ‘bout a half-mile away? Seems a bunch of the damn things have been following it. Couldn’t see ‘em from the roof, but it’s like an anthill that has just been kicked.”

  “How long?” Teresa beat me to the million dollar question.

  “Ten minutes tops.”

  “Shit,” Barry, Ian, and Dillon said simultaneously.

  “Load up what you can. Let’s move!” I called. Everybody sprang into action. Everybody except me and Melissa.

  “Hey.” I nudged her with my hip.

  She pulled back, brushing herself off. With a deep breath, she wiped her face and took Thalia by the hand, “I can help.” I guess I didn’t conceal my dubious look in time. “Really, I’ll be okay. Steve was it? I’ll be okay now. Honest.”

  I didn’t really want to entrust her with Thalia, but it wasn’t a time to talk things over. I turned and ran upstairs. I’d seen a closet full of sheets, towels, blankets, and comforters. It was summer now, but it would be cold someday.

  I passed a window that, in normal times, probably provided a great view of the gently rolling desert plains. Just now, that view was being marred by an enormous horde of undead. Every age, sex, and size was indeed boiling up out of a gulley of some sort. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.

  ***

  Just over five minutes later, we were a two truck, one car caravan. This time we followed the long driveway. It led to a dirt access road running parallel to the interstate. Eventually it met with a normal two-lane road which took us to an on-ramp. I pulled up to the center of the overpass and parked.

  Everybody climbed out of the vehicles. West was back the way we had come the past several days. East was...

  “The mountains.” Dillon leaned against the rail of the overpass.

  “Huh?” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

  “We could try for the mountains.”

  “We need more supplies.”

  “So we hit whatever between here and there.”

  “I still think we should give those prisons a look,” I said. “I mean security-wise, we couldn’t do much better.”

  “You go if you want, but Ian and I aren’t steppin’ foot inside. Those are nasty places, and whatever managed to survive inside, cop or convict, is nothin’ you want to tangle with,” Dillon was speaking quietly. Everybody was frozen. Listening. There was something in his tone.

  “Fine,” I shrugged. “But if we’re heading to the hills, we still need a grip of supplies.”

  “I remember seeing a Walmart sign around Pendleton, I think,” Anton spoke up.

  “Probably been sacked by now,” Dave sighed.

  “Still warrants a look,” Teresa said. “Now, let’s get movin’. We have to go back through those things.”

  We all looked towards the direction she pointed. Sure enough, they were staggering out onto the freeway. Christ, there were literally hundreds of them! Where have they all come from?

  The drive east was a bit hairy the first couple of miles. For the most part, we were able to weave around the things. They stayed spread out. On occasion, somebody had to take a shot. I didn’t like it. Sound carrying like it does now in the silence of a dead world, we were probably drawing attention to ourselves. Living or dead, I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet anybody.

  ***

  We came over a big hill that actually gave us a decent view of the town of Pendleton, Oregon. From our vantage, we could see very little movement. Anton pointed out the prison, a sprawling complex of what looked like a bunch of four-story buildings. I did see large, open compounds, but no movement. I scanned with my binoculars and found a couple of groups against th
e outside fences. Inside, nothing was stirring.

  Hmmm.

  We got moving again. There was an exit marked, ‘Downtown’. That would do it. We rolled off the interstate and took a left. There was a sign pointing the way! We passed a lone straggler stumbling along the otherwise deserted sidewalk.

  The big, open, mostly empty parking lot was actually a good sign. If there were folks inside, most likely we would see a flock of the undead crowded around the front doors. Our little caravan sliced across the parking lot.

  I came to a stop crossways in front of the multi-doored entrance. Anton pulled up nose-to-nose in front of the truck, and Dillon came in alongside. Teresa and the boys were already jogging out across the lot with spiked clubs and machetes to dispatch the few zombies that were drawn by our sudden presence.

  Barry was tugging futilely at the doors, “All locked.”

  “Did you expect them to be open?” Dave laughed. “Can you imagine the greeter?” He aped a zombie’s slow shamble with outstretched arms, “Welcome to Waaaalllmaaart.”

  Even Melissa managed a weak chuckle. Dillon stepped up with a little toolbox and went to work on a lock. “Never had the luxury to enter a locked building without being in a big hurry,” Dillon said.

  I don’t know how he did it so fast, but all of a sudden, the door was open. Within moments, the door that took us from the entry-foyer to the actual store was being held open and we were all ushered inside.

  “We’ll keep an eye on the parking lot.” Teresa motioned to the four boys who voiced no objection to being tasked with guard duty by a sixteen-year-old girl.

  “Thalia and I will stay here by the checkout registers,” Randi said, “until we know the store is clear.”

  I nodded. “Pair up then. I’ll go with Barry.”

  Ian and Dillon paired up with Dave and Anton.

  We fanned out, each of us pushing a big, blue shopping cart. Away from the main entry it got dark in a hurry. Ghostly swathes of light from individual flashlights danced around. Strangely enough, it looked as if this place hadn’t been touched. Everything was neat and orderly. There was a hint of spoiled food in the air, likely from the garbage cans around the store. No telltale smell of the undead, though.

  I came to a stop at a big counter. I scanned the selection. Electronics. I scooped several two-way radios, power supplies, and chargers into my cart. Now, at least we could stay in communication. If our group was going to continue to grow, we needed to stay in touch. I also grabbed all the batteries I could find from a display rack; every size and shape. Never know what we may need, and I didn’t see us making too many shopping trips.

  Next, I went looking for a portable generator, not that electricity was going to do us a whole lot of good. Still, there are some things that might be made easier. I stopped in the aisle suddenly.

  “What’s wrong?” Barry whispered. “See something?”

  The whole world is done. Over.

  “No.” I tried to shake off the feeling that things were wrong.

  I pushed my cart, grabbing items as I thought of them. I could hear Barry filling his cart as well.

  It was only about fifteen minutes into our spree when I heard Teresa’s call. “We got company coming! Lots.”

  Everybody came on the run, pushing carts filled to various degrees with all sorts of stuff. A huge stuffed bear sat atop Ian’s cart.

  Sure enough, in singles and groups, they were coming. From our view, we could see most of the parking lot, and it was already dotted with zombies. No doubt our vehicles had been more than enough noise to draw attention.

  “I’ve got an idea.” I turned to face everybody. “They obviously heard the trucks. So if I were to take one and—”

  “I’m going with you,” Dillon spoke up.

  “And just what do we do while you two leave with one-third of our transportation?” Dave asked, the worry in his voice apparent.

  “Wait for the lot to thin, and then head for the road. We’ll meet you on the interstate. Just go a few miles outside of town until it looks clear,” I said.

  “And what about the supplies? That was our entire point for coming here,” Dave said angrily.

  “Dillon and I can circle back. While we’re out, maybe we can find a van or something.”

  “Only two of you?” Teresa was getting agitated.

  “I’ll stay,” Ian spoke up.

  “And me,” Barry added.

  Before everybody in the group decided to volunteer, I spoke, “The rest of you get moving.”

  Dillon, Barry, Ian, and I helped everybody through the doors and into the waiting car of Anton’s and my trusty power company rig. Randi and Anton would be driving. Teresa and the boys climbed into the back of the power truck.

  I grabbed her arm after she was up and in. “Take a couple out with a gun once you get close to the top of the ramp. See if you can draw some that way.”

  She nodded, and at the last instant, gave me a quick hug. “Be careful.”

  I turned to join Dillon and the others. We took off in a screech of tires, leaving behind what I had considered to be my group. I wasn’t really sure if I would see them again.

  “Which way?” Dillon asked as we reached the road that ran along the expansive parking lot.

  “Away from the freeway. Take us into town so I can look for a vehicle. Preferably a van,” I said.

  We cruised by what looked like a stadium and veered into what passed for downtown. I’ve heard of towns that kept some semblance of the Old West. This place seemed to take that to the extreme. With very little urging, Pendleton was now a ghost town in every sense.

  In the distance, I heard gunshots. Good, Teresa was doing exactly what I’d asked. I glanced back and noticed that a few zombies were rounding the corner in pursuit. So far, everything was going as planned.

  4

  Tranquility Base

  “They’re coming!” Barry yelled from where he sat in the open window on the passenger’s side. He propped his elbow on the roof of the truck and slid the stock of the 30.06 to his shoulder.

  I turned back to the task at hand, scooping boxes of ammunition into a large duffel bag. I still couldn’t believe that this gun shop had not been completely sacked! Every so often, luck tosses you a rose.

  Dillon came out from the back room with a huge grin. He brandished a pair of what I considered to be rather exotic looking weapons. They appeared familiar, and before I could guess—

  “Fuckin’ AK-47s!” Dillon crowed.

  “Wow! This gun store has quite a selection.” I nodded, not that I would really know.

  “These weren’t for sale. The owner probably just carted them out to get his customer’s mouths watering. Good news is that I also found almost two thousand rounds in a footlocker!”

  “Barry said they’re getting close, so we’d best get moving.” I shouldered the duffel bag.

  Dillon handed me one of the AKs and retrieved the footlocker, then we ducked through the shattered glass of the front window. The street was in fact getting a bit crowded. The two of us jogged over to the truck and climbed in back. I knocked on the window and Ian laid into the horn as we started rolling.

  So far, I had to say I was happy with how things were working out. It seemed that we’d succeeded in drawing a majority of the zombies after us. Occasionally, I heard shots that I assumed to be Teresa. That meant she was doing her part to empty the parking lot so that we could return and load up our newly acquired supplies. This gun shop had been pure, sweet icing.

  “Steve! You hear that?” Barry was looking skyward.

  I listened, trying to hear above the noise of the undead. A sound I hadn’t heard in a while began to rise above everything else.

  A jet!

  Like Barry, I began scanning the sky. It was kinda cloudy, but not too bad. Looking towards what I guessed to be south, I spotted it! It banked and took off eastward, but there was no mistaking the outline of a fighter-jet. I’m not savvy enough to discern the type…or natio
nality…but it was definitely a military plane. I pointed it out to the others.

  “Reminds me of 9-11,” Barry said as he watched the jet quickly shrink to a dot and vanish.

  “Only thing in the air were the CAP flights making sure nothing else happened. It was so strange not seeing contrails in the sky,” I sighed.

  “Think it means anything?” Dillon had already returned his attention to the task at hand, which was putting down any zombie that got too close.

  “Who knows.” I shrugged. I slapped the roof and leaned down by Ian’s window, “Circle around. Let’s try and make a go of grabbing our stuff.”

  The town was small enough that it took us no time to get back to the Walmart parking lot. There were still zombies wandering the area; more than when we first arrived, but considerably less than when we had set this on-the-fly plan into motion.

  “Barry, keep an eye open and get behind the wheel,” I yelled as Dillon and I vaulted from the open bed. “Ian, take this AK and keep an open perimeter.”

  We went to work loading things into the truck’s spacious cargo bed. I must’ve zoned out and just gone into automatic, because it took me a second to realize that Dillon was calling my name. At some point, he’d drifted into the sally port, and now he stood there motioning me to join him.

  “We don’t have time to do any more shopping; I want to catch up with Teresa and the others as quick as—”

  “I heard a baby crying,” Dillon cut me off.

  “What?”

  “Serious, Steve. It sounds like it’s coming from down by the bathrooms.”

  I jogged over. Dillon had a flashlight shining down the little hallway where the bathrooms and a few unmarked doors lined the walls. I listened, straining to hear it.

  Nothing.

  “Why didn’t we hear it earlier?” I glanced outside at the loaded truck. Ian was busy and things were deteriorating fast.

  “How should I know?”