Walking light-footed across the floor, Ruben moved toward Charlie. The younger man was seated in a window, hunting rifle slung across his lap, staring down over the darkened street. They were holed up in a small town museum and night was settling firmly over the land. Only the full moon gave any light to the room.
Behind them the Senator was fast asleep on a World War II cot in a recreation of a bunker. She was snoring loudly. “Charlie,” Ruben said softly, barely a whisper.
Charlie looked at him slowly. The boy’s face was pinched and a little gray. The food they had salvaged two days before had been bad. They were all a little shaky still. “Wazzup?”
Ruben crouched down next to the nineteen year old. He had eight years on the boy, but he felt old and fatherly toward the younger man.
“Time to go,” he whispered.
Charlie looked slowly toward the Senator, then back at Ruben. “Gonna wake her?”
“No.” The word was said softly, firmly and with conviction.
“Okay,” Charlie answered, slowly sliding off the windowsill. He stood on still shaky legs and took a deep breath. “Is it right? To leave her?” His voice was soft, but the emotion was thick.
“I listened in on her last conversation with Central,” Ruben said oh so quietly. “Everything she’s been saying is bullshit. They aren’t telling her to find a safe location for pickup. They’re telling her they ain’t gonna get us.”
Charlie pressed his lips firmly together and in the moonlight his eyes glistened with tears. He was an East Texas bayou boy. All he wanted to do was get home to the swamps. Ruben was from south San Antonio. He wanted to go home, too, but he knew that there was nothing left. Central had given Charlie hope and Ruben had just killed it. He felt like a shit doing it, but they had made enough mistakes.
“We left those people in the mall…” Charlie whispered, his voice catching. “We saw the smoke. But we kept going…”
“I know. We fucked up,” Ruben said softly. Charlie lowered his eyes, then nodded. “Yeah.”
“Look, kid, we stay with her, we die. You saw what she did to Raleigh. She’ll do it to us. We’re her fucking bodyguards. She doesn’t give a shit about us,” Ruben said firmly.
Charlie sighed, then picked up his backpack very quietly. “I know. I just wanted to go home.” Ruben nodded and grabbed the boy firmly by the back of the neck and pressed his forehead to the boy’s. Behind them the Senator snored loudly. “I’m gonna get you to a safe place. I promise.”
“The fort?”
Ruben sighed. “No. We fucked up like the devil and we’re cast out of paradise. We gotta find another place.”
The younger man looked fragile in the light. Like a ten year old. He reminded Ruben of his younger brother and it hurt like hell. Without another word, they crept across the floor, careful not to make noise, then stealthily down the stairs. The zombie infestation was minimal in this town, but they carefully looked out the windows before unbolting the door. Stepping out into the cool spring air, they moved toward the truck.
A zombie lurched out from the shadows, uttering a low moan startling both of them. Its rotting hands reached for them as its yellowed teeth champed together. Ruben stepped forward it and firmly cold-cocked it with his rifle. It fell to the ground, still moaning. Ruben brought the rifle butt down again and silenced the fiend. Charlie slipped into the driver’s seat of the truck and flung his bag in the back. It held a few possessions, but mostly ammo for the hunting rifle he had picked up a few towns back.
Ruben also slid into the truck and shut the passenger door. “Where are we going?”
Ruben stared down the silent street. A few zombies staggered through the gloom, washed gray by the moonlight.
“West.”
Charlie nodded. “Okay.” The truck roared to life and moved down the road a block before the headlights flipped on. It moved faster, zombies bouncing off its grill, then it turned a corner and was gone.
Meanwhile, the Senator snored on.
Chapter 25
1. A Beautiful Day Gone Wrong
Travis glanced out of the helicopter window down into the lush hill country and slightly smiled. It was beautiful now that spring was fully spread over the land. Trees were radiant in their coats of leaves and the wild grass flowed like rich green water over the hills. Cows ambled down country roads while deer frolicked among the overgrown orchards. A few horses were racing across a field with wild glee, free of human restraints.
“Beautiful, huh?” Kevin grinned over at him. “A gorgeous April day.”
Travis nodded and adjusted his headset slightly. It was uncomfortable but it was the only way to hear anyone above the roar of the helicopter. “I wish Katie could see it. That the world is still alive.”
“She will. Things are getting better for all of us,” Kevin answered. It had been weeks since the last zombie had been seen around the fort. Of course this didn’t stop the constant reinforcement of the walls or the defensive traps being put in place. Catapults were up on the walls now, giving the fort a medieval feel. Large bins were full of all sorts of heavy trash to lob at any invading zombie horde. The walls were higher now and topped with razor wire. The new areas were being reinforced.
Everyone, including children, were being given regular training to defend themselves. Someone nicknamed the fort “Sparta.” After seeing a five year old spearing a zombie dummy over and over again, it somehow seemed appropriate.
What a bizarre world to bring a child into, yet, they had to move on. Live on. “I know that,” Travis said after a long moment. “I know things are better. But it’s hard not to look back and mourn all that we have lost.”
“How is Katie doing about Jenni?”
“She won’t talk about her anymore. She’s doing great with the pregnancy and we’re fine. Jenni is a topic we can’t address at all.” Travis rubbed his chin and sighed. “I miss Jenni, too, but they were out there on their own for awhile and that really bonded them. Katie is taking her loss very, very hard.”
Kevin’s expression was sad and understanding. “Yeah. After awhile you feel you can’t lose anymore or you’ll lose yourself.”
Thinking of Katie and her radiant smile, Travis silently agreed. He couldn’t imagine a world without her. The feel of her soft hair, the kiss of her lips. In every way he completely adored her. If he lost her…
It killed him to see Juan working so slowly, but so diligently on his small memorial garden for Jenni. Juan was not only in physical pain, but he was emotionally hurting in a way Travis could only imagine. Yet, what Travis imagined was so painful, he couldn’t fathom what the reality must be like. Juan had to live that reality. Juan joined them for the Thursday night poker games, but he seemed a muted version of himself. He still laughed and joked, but his expression was haunted. Rosie told Travis that Juan just needed to find something to live for. Maybe that little garden was it. At least, for now.