Earth's Survivors Box Set [Books 1-7]

by Wendell G. Sweet

  He heard the noise before he saw the little boy. The noise was more persistent: Crying, weeping, something like that. Something he understood, had known, did know... He wasn't sure. His head came around and he watched the little boy walking along the opposite side of the road, his face was dirty, tear streaked, one arm swollen, infection, he knew, he understood infection. He had sen it somewhere. Infection was... Bad, he decided.

  The hand was mangled. It looked chewed, a finger missing, maybe an accident with a dog, his mind supplied. Accidents with dogs happened. He watched the little boy stumble along. The arm a grotesque parody of a real arm, swinging freely from its shoulder socket. Their eyes met a moment later, but it was already too late for the little boy. Roux had used his hands to prop his knees so he could stand. A second of standing had told him he could walk, and a single limping step had told him he could walk well enough. It had probably been the standing, his mind supplied now. His feet scraping on the loose gravel at the side of the street. His one ruined leg dragging slightly

  He held the boys eyes with his own. Large, frightened, transfixed by the odd glow in his own eyes. He had closed the gap quickly, limp or no. Long before the boy had ever thought to call out. A second of standing and looking down into those, large, sad eyes and he had reached forward quickly and pulled the boy into the air with both hands wrapped around his neck, cutting off his startled squawk. A second later and he had dashed him onto the street surface and fallen once more to the asphalt himself. He pulled the still warm body to him.

  TWO

  Present Day: Plague Year One

  September 28th

  Watertown New York

  They came from the hill. They came from the many graveyards that dotted the city where they had hidden in fear. They came from the surrounding countryside and made the journey to the small northern city. The wolves followed them from the tree lines, shadowy alleyways and doorways of abandoned buildings, but they kept their distance. More and more the wolves turned and made their way out of the city, leaving it to the dead.

  He lead them. His limp was gone entirely. His body had finished the major changes that being un-dead bought with it. He had come from a barn outside of the city, looked down at the blackness of the valley that the small city lay in, and he had known it was time.

  Miles away another lead a similar group, beyond that another, and another, across what had been the United States and beyond. Across the lands, the oceans, the continents. The living were through. The dead were the inheritors of this world now, the living mere squatters, hanging on to something they had no claim to.

  He scented the air while his gathered around him. Over one thousand, and nearly that on the other side of the city waiting for his command. He knew the numbers exactly, eighteen hundred seventy-three. But the numbers were unimportant, the time was important. Their time. The end of the old time. It was on the air. In the air. He took a step forward and those behind him surged, only to stop once more as he stopped, careful to leave him space. Careful not to bump or jostle him. For such a large crowd they were nearly completely silent.

  He scented the air. There where hundreds of the breathers hidden away. Hundreds that believed they were safe. He knew where they were. He knew what they considered safe: It was safe because he had allowed it to be safe, but the time of safety for the living was at an end.

  He knew he would lose some of his own, but he knew those he took would raise to join him. It was ironic really: If the breathers could only look at it that way they might be able to see it in an entirely different light. A gift. And a gift was really what it was. How often did you wish you could live forever? How often had he wished it? So, here it was and they were running from it. Afraid of forever or afraid of passing through death to get to forever?

  He looked over the dark city. The breeze that passed his face told him about those hiding. It also told him winter was on the way. Bad for the breathers, but not for him or the dead with him. Cold was life. Heat was the enemy. Cold was something to be embraced, longed for, fought for, striven to attain. Heat was the destroyer of that life. The coming winter would be good for them, they would come together and move to the larger cities.

  He took a step, another, and began the walk down the hill toward the darkened city. The thousand behind him moved as one, following him down the hill. No fires burned. No lights shone. He could smell the stink of the breathers. It repulsed him and yet it drew him at the same time.

  He could smell smoke on the air. The breathers needed their warmth, but it would only lead his to them more easily. They had their fear of fire, but they had a bigger fear of him. A fear of what he would do if they did not succeed. There was another death. Another death that was permanent. He had set examples, and he could set more, but the deeper into the process they were the more in tune with him and his needs they were. They did not need examples. They knew the consequences and they understood them completely.

  The walk down the hill was pleasant. The air became even cooler as they descended into the valley that held the small city, the scents of the living clearer. He stopped near a crumbled store front on the outskirts of the city itself. A crossroads, or what had been a crossroads. The others stopped behind him. Waiting.

  The main road stretched away into the city itself. To the left and right the buckled and overgrown blacktop stretched away. He said nothing, but those behind him began to divide into groups, some to the left, some to the right. A few minutes later, the cold blue moonlight shining off the cracked and tilted roadway, they started on their individual ways. A few minutes after that the intersection was empty, as though they had never been there at all.

  ~

  She ran from the doorway of a falling down building, one of the several that sat at the crossroads, the children under her arms and pressed closely to her. They were really too big to carry, and she would not be able to run for long with them, but she had to put as much distance between herself and the dead ones as she could, and the kids could never keep up with her...

  She had not heard them come, but she had sensed something wrong, the way any mother will, and she had crept to the front of the crumbling building and peeked out the shattered window, hiding herself in the shadows as she did. They were everywhere. She had nearly screamed aloud in her fear, but managed to reign it in because she knew it would lead to discovery. They would come for her, and if they came for her whether the kids hid or not they would be finished. They couldn't survive without her. She had clamped one hand across her mouth and faded back farther into the shadows.

  At first she had refused to look again. Afraid that they would somehow know she was watching. But she couldn't stand not knowing where they were and what they were doing. Were they, even now, creeping toward the building? Was one peering through the shattered glass and into the shadows where she was hidden? Her eyes flew open. No, but she had nearly convinced herself that it was true. She crept forward once more to the shadows at the front of the old building and the windows there. They had stood motionless in the road. A vast group. Several hundred. Maybe more than a thousand. Maybe more than that.

  Some did not look dead at all, they seemed almost as alive as anyone else. The differences were there though. You could not put that many living people in one place and maintain absolute silence. Humans... Living humans, she had amended... Were these still humans, she had then asked herself? She pushed her own question aside. She didn't really care. The point was humans... Her kind of humans, would not be that silent. Would not be able to be that silent.

  This crowd had stood stock still. Hands dangling at their sides. They looked stupid, but she knew they were far from stupid. She had been watching. They were also not really very smart, far from it. She had watched them stand still and wait while someone lined up a rifle or pistol and shot them. Wasn't that stupid? To her way of thinking it was. But when she had thought about that she realized it had been some time since she had actually seen that happen. No. They were smarter than that now. Not as fa
st or smart as a human... There was that word again, but didn't it mean that there was something about them that she didn't consider human? Something in them that bothered her so much that she could not look at them as humans? Something...

  She had watched, careful not to make any noise. The children were in the back, in an old freezer room. A heavy steel door closed and locked with a padlock. Even now they could be calling out to her and she would not know. And that meant that the Zombies also would not know. Could not know. She hoped that they were not upset. Not worried. That they had not missed her, but she had been relieved that she had thought to close and lock the freezer door. It had occurred to her then though, that if anything happened to her they would die in that freezer. No one would know they were there. No one would come for them. They would be frightened, scared... She had pushed it away and watched the dead where they stood, hands dangling, faces blank. They looked stupid. They looked stupid, dammit, and they should be stupid! But they weren't.

  She had watched from the shadows as a few minutes later they had begun to move away. No words passed between them. They made very little noise even in their leaving. Feet scuffing against the roadway, their clothes rustling slightly. No more than a whisper on the wind, and she had wondered what it was that had bought her from her steel prison in the first place... Intuition? Had to be.

  She had waited a few moments after they were gone. The moonlight was cold. Her breath fogged lightly on the air. She was terrified, she found. Still terrified, she corrected. She had taken to doing that. Correcting her own words as if she were someone else. She had worried at first that it could mean she was going crazy, but she had decided that it didn't matter if she was crazy or not; didn't matter in this world because the entire world was crazy. So what was the problem with a little more crazy? None, she had decided. She could go on correcting herself forever.

  Her heart still hammered in her chest. Hard... Bam... Bam... Bam... it's a good thing they had not been able to hear it.

  She had looked out at the road. Empty. Not a sound, but something bothered her about it. If they knew she was here they would come back: They would. And if they were gone it would be best to leave right now. Not wait until they came back and found her... Killed her, she modified. Yes... Killed her. And the kids... Or leave them to starve to death in the old freezer... Or... Could they figure out the lock mechanism? Could they? They were smarter, but were they that much smarter? Maybe they were. Maybe...

  She had turned and run to the freezer. Panicked. Knocking aside a stack of boxes as she went. The crashing of boxes loud in the silence. More than loud. Overwhelming. Sending her into a frenzy. She nearly snapped off the key getting it in the lock. Her breath coming hard and fast. Creating pain behind her ribs. That sharp pain she associated with running too hard for too long. And her breaths were shallow, hard to pull; hurt to pull. She couldn't seem to get enough air. And then the key had slid home, she had twisted the padlock, shot it from the door and let it fall to the floor.

  The kids had been sleeping, but they had come awake quickly as she pulled them from the floor and began dressing them.

  “But mommy, I'm sleeping... I'm tired,” Danny had complained.

  Jessie had just stared blankly. Blinking her eyes and looking around.

  “Honey,” she had told Danny, “We got to go... We got to... Don't fight me, Baby. Give me your foot.”

  “Is it the dead guys,” Jessie had asked quietly, her eyes serious. She had held Jennies eyes and refused to let them go.

  “Yes, Baby. Yes. Now come on. Get yourself dressed for mommy... I have enough with your brother. Get dressed, we got to go.”

  Jessie had nodded and began to dress herself. She had turned to Danny as she dressed “'member them dead guys,” She had asked him.

  He had stopped squirming and looked seriously at his older sister. “Yeah,” he had breathed.

  “Well they might get us if you don't hurry up... Making mamma take too much time... They eat little boys first too.” She had turned away and began to tug on her sneakers. Danny had stopped fighting and had actually begun helping.

  “Wrap your arms around Mommy and hold tight,” Jennie had told them. She had been a big woman just a few months ago, now she was maybe a hundred pounds. Maybe it would make her faster, but she didn't believe her own words, and the little voice inside her head continued to chatter along about running in boots, and she should have changed to sneakers, and... She had shut it down, peered out through the shattered window at the still and empty road. Jessie had reached down and turned the knob on the door for her, and she had stepped back and the door had swung inward. A minute later and she was running through the shadows at the edge of the road. A deep stitch in her side.

  ~

  He came from the shadows and chased her down. It was so easy. One of the things that had been slow to change, but amazing to him once it did, was strength and endurance. There seemed to be no real limits or end to his energy. Something in the way this body used energy as opposed to the way the old body had. It was exhilarating, and thrilling too, as he nearly instantly outpaced her and came up alongside her. The fear, the stench of living flesh. It was overpowering. It could drive him crazy if he allowed it, but he would not allow it. He reached out, enfolded her in mid stride, and threw her to the ground.

  The Nation

  Josh looked over the high meadow before he lead the sheep and goats down into the first Valley. The dogs went with them and refused to leave them. The male dog seemed to be determined to mark every square foot of what he considered his new territory with his scent.

  Down below the notch, with its entrance to the cave and the ledges, the trucks were unloaded with care. It was still early morning, quite some time until the mid day meal, so they had begun unloading the trucks first.

  To the children it was like Christmas. Not only were there new and exciting things to see, touch and feel-Rain had ended up with a handful of wool as she had grabbed at a passing sheep-there were also new people to meet. A lot of new people.

  They decided to use three large, dry rooms off the main meeting room to store the materials from the three big trucks, but they quickly filled up. Everything else that was easily transportable went into one corner of the huge living area of the main cave instead.

  James spied the harvester and asked whose idea it had been. Conner pointed him to Josh and told him that Josh had been a farmer. James walked up to him and shook his hand heartily.

  “Man, do I want to have a few dozen conversations with you,” James told him.

  Josh laughed. “Good to meet you, James.” He turned and looked down the length of the valley. “Nice... Very nice,” he said.

  In the distance the horses, cows and bison could be seen. The barns. The stone houses set back close to the sloping valley walls.

  James smiled as Josh looked around. “When you're settled in I'll show you around,” he told him.

  “Well, James, I don't have a thing to myself... Nothing to settle in,” Josh told him.

  “Well, let's go then,” James told him. He turned and Josh followed him down the ledge and into the valley.

  Conner stood next to Katie and watched them walk down toward the valley floor. Aaron and Amy stood nearby. “Looks like the bridges are up... The corn's in too?” Conner asked her.

  “Yep and yep, Baby,” Katie told him. She had his hand in her own two critically examining it. She sighed and looked up, meeting his eyes. “We've been busy. Me and the babies have missed you so we've had to stay busy. Sandy grounded me though because I've gotten so big,” she added. She watched his face.

  “Grounded,” he asked, and a split second later. “Babies?”

  Katie grinned. “Babies,” she agreed.

  His mouth hung open. “I don't even know what to say,” he told her.

  “Say, I love you,” she told him.

  “I love you,” he told her and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard.

  “Wow. That was nice. Maybe you sho
uld go away more often,” Katie told him. She plucked at his hand. “Except this.” She looked at the bandaged hand and shook her head. “You have to let Sandy see this.”

  “No... No more going away. I'm never going back out there,” he assured her.

  Amy and Aaron moved over closer to them. Amy's eyes were bright and she held Aaron’s arm tightly to her.

  Katie looked at Aaron’s nose. “Nice,” she said, and cut her eyes back and forth between Aaron and Conner. “Him short a finger and you with a smashed up face.”

  “Man meets dashboard,” Aaron told her.

  “Looks pretty bad,” Katie told him.

  “Yeah? Well, you should see the dashboard,” Aaron said.

  “I believe I owe you an ass kicking, my man tells me,” Amy said to Conner.

  Aaron pretended to look up at the sky.

  “How come you have an ass kicking coming, Baby,” Katie asked him.

  “Uh, I'm the guy that broke his nose,” Conner asked?

  “You're not sure if you were the guy that broke his nose,” Katie asked? “Maybe it was the Nose Fairy?”

  Conner laughed. “No... It was me. I confess, but it was an accident. I'm sorry for it... Truly.”

  “Good for you,” Amy said.

  “Yeah,” Katie agreed. “You do not want to mess with a hormonally unbalanced woman."

  “I think she can take you,” Aaron said.

  “Oh, good, soup her up, Aaron. Soup her up,” Conner said. He laughed and the others joined in. “But really, Aim, it was an accident. I'm sorry about it, but it was an accident.”

  “I know,” Amy told him. “I just had to see you crawl a little.”