Baileigh Higgins
Apocalypse Z - Book 3
Rise of the Undead
Copyright © 2019 by Baileigh Higgins
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Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1 - Tara
Chapter 2 - Dylan
Chapter 3 - Saul
Chapter 4 - Alex
Chapter 5 - Amy
Chapter 6 - Tara
Chapter 7 - Dylan
Chapter 8 - Saul
Chapter 9 - Alex
Chapter 10 - Amy
Chapter 11 - Tara
Chapter 12 - Dylan
Chapter 13 - Alex
Chapter 14 - Dylan
Chapter 15 - Tara
Chapter 16 - Bannock
Chapter 17 - Tara
Chapter 18 - Amy
Chapter 19 - Dylan
Chapter 20 - Saul
Epilogue - Dylan
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Author Bio
Acknowledgments
Thank you to May Dawney for the lovely book cover design. You can check out her portfolio at https://covers.maydawney.com. She’s a truly talented artist. Plus, a huge thank you to Graham Rintoul for his tireless dedication to my books. And a big shoutout to Mike Hansen for his help and support. I truly appreciate you all!
Chapter 1 - Tara
Tara paced up and down the length of the hallway, her strides long and swift. Whenever she reached the end, she’d pivot around and repeat the procedure. The rubber soles of her boots squeaked with every turn, accompanied by the swish of her long coat.
At the end of the hall waited a closed door flanked by two soldiers, their expressions blank and emotionless. For a moment, she considered talking to them again, but one look at their cold faces deterred her. They hadn’t listened to her so far. Why would they start now?
With a sigh, she dropped onto a nearby wooden bench, picking at her jeans with nervous tension. She had no choice but to wait, so wait, she did. A clock on the wall ticked down the minutes, brightly lit by the fluorescent bulbs that ran along the ceiling.
After forty-three minutes, the door opened, and a trio of men exited the room beyond. All three were junior officers, dressed in full combat gear and armed to the teeth. Neither acknowledged her beyond a curt nod. She’d have thought them rude if her keen gaze didn’t detect the exhaustion evident in the lines around their eyes and mouths. They’re overworked. Tired and stressed.
It meshed with the little she’d seen of the Fort so far. The once-mighty base was a shadow of its former self, running on skeleton staff and back-up generators. Supplies were scarce, morale low, and no one was willing to talk.
A week had passed since she first arrived with Saul, Dylan, and Ethan. A week during which all her hopes and dreams had been shattered. Her thoughts wandered back to that night, and she could still remember the excitement that fizzed through her veins. The certainty she’d felt knowing they’d arrived. That was all gone now.
Instead, upon hearing that Saul and Dylan were survivors of the Vita virus, the Major in charge of the base had tossed them each into a cell. He called it quarantine. She called it imprisonment. Her research and the remaining three vials of the cure were confiscated, and she confined to a small room with little freedom. Ethan was taken to the infirmary and put to work treating patients, and she hadn’t seen any of them since.
“Dr. Lee. You may enter now,” a stern voice announced, dragging her from her thoughts.
She jumped up and walked over until she came face to face with a tall man in his mid-forties. They shook hands, and she said, “Thank you for seeing me again, Major Reed.”
“Come inside,” he answered, closing the door behind her.
Tara cast her eyes around the major’s office, taking in every detail. This was the third time they met, but the first time she’d been allowed inside his inner sanctum. The room was spartan, containing little more than a desk, a couple of chairs, and filing cabinets. A map filled with colored pins and post-its covered one wall. It was the kind of room she’d expect of a man with little patience for frivolity and waste — a practical man.
Thus far, all of her efforts to convince Major Owen Reed to assist her in her mission had failed. Hopefully, this time, he’d listen.
The major stepped behind his desk and waved her to a chair. “How can I help you, Dr. Lee?”
“You already know why I’m here, Major,” Tara said, studying his appearance. Like his men, he looked tired. Deep grooves lined his tanned face, and his dark hair, cropped short, showed signs of silver at the temples.
“I do, and I cannot fulfill your request. I’ve told you so already. Yet, here you are wasting my time again,” he answered in brisk tones. “Your friends will remain in quarantine until I’m one hundred percent certain they don’t pose a risk to my men.”
“I assure you they’re not a threat, Major. I can vouch for that,” Tara said.
“Tell that to your friend Miss Young. Twice already, she’s displayed unreasonable fits of anger. She’s difficult to handle and hostile.”
“You mean Dylan?” Tara asked.
“Yes, Dylan. We quizzed her on her background. Did you know she was in juvenile detention for most of her teen years?”
“No, I didn’t,” Tara admitted.
“Then is seems you don’t know Miss Young as well as you thought you did,” Major Reed said. “And now, she’s refusing to cooperate.”
“Do you blame her? We barely got here, and you tossed her into prison!”
“Quarantine.”
“Call it what you like. That doesn’t change the facts,” Tara said, secretly cursing Dylan for making things even worse. Can’t she behave just once in her life?
“Be that as it may, she’s dangerous,” the major replied with a stubborn set to his jaw.
Tara rolled her eyes. “She’s not dangerous. Just rebellious. It’s got nothing to do with the virus or the cure, I promise.”
“I don’t know you, Dr. Lee, so your assurances mean nothing to me,” Major Reed said.
“I’m an employee of USAMRIID. A Research Scientist with years of experience both in-house and out in the field,” Tara protested. “I know what I’m talking about
.”
“I’m aware of your status, Dr. Lee,” the major said, stressing the word Doctor in a manner that made it clear he didn’t trust her. “Unfortunately, I have no way of vetting your so-called credentials.”
“Surely, there has to be someone who can speak for me? Records? Anything?” Tara said. “Where are all the scientists?”
“The lab is gone, I’m afraid,” Major Reed said.
“Gone? What do you mean, gone?” Tara asked aghast.
“Someone on the inside was infected. Despite all our precautions, this person managed to hide his condition until it was too late. He turned on his colleagues, and within minutes, the place was overrun.”
“How is that even possible?”
“You tell me, Doctor. You’re the scientist here. Anyway, there’s no one left to vouch for you. All the records are sealed inside the lab along with a hundred-plus zombies.”
“When did this happen?”
“A couple of days ago,” Major Reed replied.
“Can’t you clear the building?” Tara asked, her desperation rising with each passing second. “I need the facility to study the virus and produce more of the cure.”
Major Reed sighed. “Dr. Lee. The situation here is not what you seem to think it is. Much has changed since the outbreak.”
“I’m aware of that,” Tara said, “But the mere fact that you’re still operational —”
“It means nothing, Doctor. We are holding on by a thread here. I have several thousand civilians living on this base. The families of resident officers and refugees like yourself. They all need to be fed, clothed, and protected. Every day, more of my men die defending these walls. Every day we have fewer supplies to feed us. Washington has gone dark, as has most of the other military installations and bases. The Government is MIA, and I am the highest-ranking officer left on these grounds. What exactly do you want from me?”
“I want you to get off your ass and help me!” Tara cried. “Don’t you understand? I’m the only chance you’ve got. If the situation is truly as dire as you say it is, then you need me, unless you want to die just like all the rest. “
She jumped up and paced the room, laying out the facts as she saw them. “The zombies aren’t going away. They don’t rot like normal corpses. Plus, they’re drawn to movement and sound. Given a chance, they swarm into groups that number in the thousands. That’s what happened to Fort Knox.”
She turned toward the major, pleading with him. “Imagine what you could do if a bite from a zombie was no longer a death sentence? If I could cure any of your injured men before they turned? What if I could produce a vaccine? Get me inside that lab, and I promise you that we can turn things around. There’s still time.”
“I cannot risk the lives of the few men I’ve got left to secure that facility, Doctor. I need them to protect the fence. We’ve got kids here. Women. Old folk. My first responsibility lies with them.”
“And mine lies with the world. Humanity as a whole.”
“You’re being unreasonable. It cannot be done. Not with the number of men I have at my disposal.”
Tara stared at the major with gritted teeth. She wanted to shake him until he understood exactly how vital her mission was. Didn’t he get it? The entire human race was at stake.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. One so wild, she almost dismissed it out of hand. But, her back was up against the wall, and she could see no other way out. “What if we do it for you?”
“What do you mean?” the major asked, taken aback.
“Let my friends go. Arm us,” Tara said. “Give us what we need, and we’ll clear out the lab ourselves. Except for Ethan, Dr. Hayes. He’s not a fighter.”
“And you are?”
Tara lifted her chin. “Saul taught me a couple of things. I can handle myself.”
“Three people against a hundred zombies? I may not know you, Doctor, but I didn’t take you for the comedic type.” He pushed back his chair and stood up. “Once again, you’re wasting my time.”
“Please, Major,” Tara cried. “What have you got to lose? Three people you don’t trust. Three fewer mouths to feed.”
The major hesitated, his eyes narrowed. “It’s too risky.”
“No, it isn’t. The only risk lies with us. If we can’t do it, you’re still in the same position you were before,” Tara said. “However, if we succeed, you’ll have your lab back, and your men will have an edge in the fight to come.”
“A cure doesn’t guarantee we’ll win,” Major Reed said. “Nor does a vaccine.”
“No, it doesn’t, but it’s more than you have at the moment,” Tara said. “It’s more than anyone does.”
Major Reed leaned on his desk with both hands, thinking it over. At the same time, a knock on the door interrupted them, and he looked up. “Come in.”
“Sir, zombies are attacking the Veterans gate,” a soldier said upon entering the office. A radio crackled at his side, and he had a wild look in his eyes.
“How many?”
“Dozens. More than King and his unit can handle. They’re asking for reinforcements.”
Major Reed slammed his fist onto the desk. A pile of files toppled over and fell onto the floor with the impact. “Great. Just what we need. Another attack. Send in one of the reserve units.”
“Yes, Sir,” the soldier answered. After a quick salute, he grabbed the radio and raised it to his lips. Shouting out commands, he dashed away, leaving Tara alone with the major once more. She realized that they faced an opportunity to gain the commander’s trust and turned toward him.
“Let us help them fight the infected,” she said. “Allow us to prove ourselves to you.”
The major eyed her with disfavor. “Are you still here?”
“Yes, and I’m not going away. I’m offering assistance. Take it,” Tara said, lifting her chin and meeting his gaze with hers.
“It’s not my habit to send civilians into combat,” the major said.
“These aren’t normal circumstances. It will give us a chance to prove to you that we can fight. Besides, it seems to me that you can use all the help you can get.”
The major sighed. “Fine. I’ll send you to the fences for the night. If your friends can do even half of what you say, my men won’t be needed anymore and can retire in comfort.”
“And afterward?” Tara pressed.
“What about it?”
“Will you allow us to clear out the lab?” Tara asked. “And will you let me continue my research if we do?”
“I’ll think about it,” he said with a frown, and she realized it was the most she’d get out of him at that moment.
It was better than nothing, though, and she stuck out her hand. “We’ve got a deal.”
They shook on it, and he called one of the guards to escort her and her friends to the armory and contact points. After giving the instructions, he turned toward her. “Godspeed, Dr. Lee.”
“Thank you, Major. You won’t regret this,” Tara answered, moving toward the door.
“I’m already sorry, but you’ve got a way of persuading people,” Major Reed said. “A gift.”
“If that were true, we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place, Major,” Tara replied before stepping outside.
She left behind a puzzled-looking commander. He couldn’t know what her words meant, of course, but she’d never forget her superior Dr. Bannock. Nor could she forget the way she’d failed to convince him to take the Vita virus seriously. They’d lost valuable time because of that failure, allowing the disease to mutate and spread.
The fault for the outbreak lay on their shoulders. His for ignoring her warnings; hers for not trusting her gut and going over his head. It weighed on Tara every day, driving her ever onward with her mission. It was her way of repenting for her mistake, but when it came to Dr. Bannock… If I ever see that man again, I’ll shove the virus down his throat and watch him turn. Maybe then he’ll believe me.
Chapter 2 - Dylan
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sp; Dylan paced up and down her cell with her hands clenched behind her back. It wasn’t hard. It only took three steps to cover the entire length of her prison from front to end. Beneath her breath, she counted each step. Eight-hundred and twelve, eight-hundred and thirteen, eight-hundred and fourteen. Each time she reached a thousand, she’d start over.
She’d lost count of the times she’d started over.
Her temper simmered just below the boiling point, and she was afraid it would explode at any moment. The first time it happened, she attacked a guard. The second time she smashed the barred window and shredded her mattress with a shard of glass — all out of pure frustration.
After that, they’d transferred her to a windowless cell, and she only got fed once a day through a tiny slot. Who knew what they’d do to her if she screwed up again? Give her the electric chair, maybe.
Either way, death was starting to look like an attractive option. Without the sun, moon, or stars, time had no meaning. The lights were on day and night, the guards changed at the same hour, dinner arrived like clockwork, and she never saw or spoke to anyone except the hand that pushed her food through the slot. She missed Ethan and Tara, even Saul, and she hoped they were all okay. What about Amy and Alex?
Her mind was coming unhinged.
She knew it.
The guards knew it too.
Especially when she threw herself at the door like a maniac.
Or sang karaoke songs in the tiny shower cubicle.
Saul probably had it easy compared to her. A big cell with lots of sun, three meals per day, and a bathtub with real soap and shampoo. The man was the picture of calm when he needed to be.
“He probably meditates too,” Dylan mumbled to herself as she flopped down onto her bunk. The springs protested at the abuse, and one dug into her ribs. She wriggled around until she found a more comfortable spot and stared at the ceiling. One hand traced across the scar on her forearm.
It had healed up, and the stitches had been removed by a nurse who refused to talk to her. The nurse had also given her a full examination before pronouncing her healthy.
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