Travis returned his gaze to the people staring up at him and took a deep breath. “The fort is about life. It’s about a new beginning. It’s about building a new world out of the old. It’s about not making the same mistakes of the past. We may not always get along or share the same opinions about things like religion or ethics or what have you, but we gotta respect one another or we’re going to rot away at our core and end up destroying everything we have now. And what we got is a chance to fight for what is ours and to keep growing stronger. I am not a perfect man. I am...yeah...a sinner. I fall short of the mark a lot. But I believe in a God that will honor those who work hard to do what is best for everyone. I think He…or She…whatever you believe God is…has been helping us along. I’m not a highly religious man, I admit to that, but I believe in the goodness of the human heart and the integrity of the human spirit. And I think God does, too.”
Tears stung his eyes as he finished and he took a deep breath as applause filled his ears. A few black women shouted, “Preach it!” A few old fogies said, “Amen.” “So let’s get to planning and doing and let the good Lord lead us on,” Travis said.
He caught sight of a few women waving their rosaries at him and the Hindu people smiled at him. The lone Muslim gave him a thumbs up and the one person from Mary’s group who had chosen to stay behind gave him a firm, stern nod. Beside him Katie was smiling proudly and he felt himself blushing.
“I’m going to turn this over to Kevin now,” Travis said and stepped back. He felt relieved to some degree and smiled over at Eric, who nodded with approval.
Juan held up the first poster board and Kevin stepped forward. “Now, this is what we have to do…”
3. The Unexpected Guest
Nerit felt bone weary as she entered her small hotel room that she now considered her home. Her old dog was asleep next to the bed, snoring loudly. He was sleeping more and more in his old age and she didn’t blame him.
Kevin lingered in the doorway, watching her with some concern. She favored her leg as she walked now that she was out of view of the fort populace. She always made sure that no one could see how much her arthritic hip hurt her. It was important to her that people see her as indestructible, to trust her and her abilities.
“We should get you some medicine for that,” Kevin said after a beat.
“Hospitals aren’t safe,” Nerit answered as she sat down in the large recliner tucked into the corner of the room and slowly exhaled. Leaning against the open door, Kevin shook his head at her. “You’re a bull-headed woman.”
“Yes, I am.” Nerit smiled.
Her old dog woke up and tottered over to her and laid his head on her knee. Scratching him behind the ears, Nerit slowly relaxed into the chair. “Makes it hard to take care of you.”
“You know you don’t have to watch over me.”
“I know, but it makes me feel better,” Kevin answered. His eyes were concerned and she appreciated it despite herself. “Think the fort took the news well?”
“As well as could be expected,” Nerit answered. Kevin took a step into her room and the door shut behind him. With a solemn look on his face, he walked over and sat on the ottoman near her feet. “We need to talk about something important.”
“All right,” Nerit answered, waiting.
“If they get in, if there is no hope, if we can’t get out,” Kevin started.
“You have a plan.”
“Yes, explosives set in the ballroom.” “All right. If you want, I can detonate them. I will take care of it,” Nerit answered. She gazed at him solemnly and sincerely. She would kill their friends and family to keep them from the brutal death the undead gave so ferociously.
Kevin sighed. “No one can know about the explosives.”
“Agreed. Just make sure that you wire it up with enough explosive to destroy the ballroom and everyone in it. Make it a fast death.”
Kevin rubbed his brow. “I hope it doesn’t come to that. All of us retreating to the ballroom just to face death by explosion.” “Of course not. Neither do I,” Nerit answered softly.
“I would hate to think that I brought all those people here just to die.” Kevin sighed wearily. “I really thought we were safe here.”
“We are. For now. We just need to make sure things stay safe,” Nerit answered. “At least we don’t have to worry about the Vigilante on top of all of this.”
“The Vigilante was the Senator’s sister, right?”
“Yes. And good riddance to her.” Nerit ran her hand slowly over her hair. “We just need to keep focused on the course we have determined.”
Kevin nodded silently, then stood up, leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Good night, Nerit.”
“Good night, Kevin,” Nerit answered, patting his cheek softly.
She watched him walk out, his shoulders slumped with heavy emotions, and door shut behind him. Running a hand over her shortened hair, she exhaled slowly as she reached for her pack of cigarettes. With a small grunt, she stood up, moved to the window, and pulled the curtains back. The window slid open and she sat down on the wood chair she had placed next to the window so she could relax, look at the stars, and smoke. She had one of the rooms without a fancy balcony.
Lighting up, she felt her sore muscles protesting as she tried to relax. Exhaling slowly, she rested her forehead against her hand and looked down into the silent courtyard below. “Strange things happening since the dead all stood up,” Ralph’s voice said.
Looking up, Nerit saw her deceased husband sitting in her recliner, his hand stroking the Tucker’s floppy ears. “Ralph,” she gasped.
“Things are all messed up now. Nothing like it was. Nothing quite right no more.”
“Ralph!”
“The dividing line is all blurred. Crossing over ain’t hard. Getting easier. For now.” Ralph smiled slightly at her. “You look real pretty, Nerit. I like yer hair.” “Ralph, why are you here?” she whispered.
With his crooked little smile, he said, “Came to take you home with me.”
“Ralph, no!” She stood up sharply, the cigarette falling from her hand. She immediately reached down and grabbed it, her back screaming in pain. “Ralph, I have too much to do here! Please, no! Ralph, no!”
Slowly standing up, Ralph held out one hand. “Honey, I know. You’re a good woman. Good soldier. You have done a good job avoiding death. You were supposed to go when I did, but you’re too damn stubborn.” For the first time in her life, Nerit felt afraid of her husband. “Ralph, please, I have so much to do here. Ralph, please.”
He reached out and took her arms in his hands and he held her gently. He felt like real flesh and blood, but she knew he could not be. “I know, I know. But you’re sicker than you think, Nerit. You got the bone cancer. That’s why you’re hurting so bad.”