Earth's Survivors Apocalypse (11 page)

March 6
th

Watertown: The Mall

Mike and Candace

Morning

Patty had risen early to the smell of hot food. A few of the women had begun cooking sometime before dawn, and plates were filled with food. Eggs, sausages, toast made over the fire. Burgers, canned ham and more. The store was stocked with all sorts of food. Some of it was going bad, but much of it had stayed preserved in the freezers and coolers. No one had been inside so the cold air had lasted longer without doors opening and closing every two minutes. When would she have a chance to eat real eggs again, Patty asked herself as she devoured the food. She looked over at Candace who was eating as fast as she was.

“Pigs,” Candace agreed. She laughed. “I had no idea how hungry I was.”

“Man oh man. Me either,” Patty agreed.

“It is good,” Manny grinned from nearby. Patty gave him a smile and went back to eating. The conversation ebbed and swelled around them. What to do, where to go.

They had posted guards all night long, and although there were gunshots further away, and a few fires they could see burning back in the city, the night had passed uneventfully.

Their small group had finally decided to go towards Rochester, New York. Bob had said that he felt that it may be their best bet, due to the fact that there were no large military bases very close to it, and the lake levels would be low for a while, so there should be no flooding.

“It's probably dead center of the two major fault lines, and it's further away from the Saint Lawrence,” he had ventured.

They had discussed Syracuse, which was much closer, but rejected it when Terry had pointed out that the finger lakes could easily flood the whole area.

Bob had agreed, and recalled several articles that had been written about the supposed newly discovered fault lines that crisscrossed the finger lakes.

Candace had pointed out that Watertown had its own military base and reminded them of the new facility that had been under construction in the old caves under the city. More reason to wonder why the military wasn't here.

“That whole complex is probably under water by now,” Bob opinioned.

“I agree,” Ronnie had thrown in. “I worked there last year. It's nowhere completely sealed up, couldn't be. There are parts that might be okay, but if there was anyone other than a small staff down there I would be surprised. I don't see how they could get out of there if they are there. Fort Drum would be a better bet for help.”

“And that didn't happen,” Mike reminded, bringing the conversation full circle.

Bob said that he felt the facility was probably destroyed, and had gone on to explain his own belief that anyone in there was either dead or trapped permanently.

“The Black River runs through that entire series of caves, even under most of the city itself. I can't say for a fact, but I think what most likely would happen is that at least part of the cave system would collapse. They're done for, if they're there at all,” he had said.

In the end they had finally decided on Rochester, and they were now discussing how to get there. They had decided, at Terry's suggestion, to use four wheel drive vehicles of some sort, and Candace had suggested that she and Mike check out the Jeep dealership across the street at the mall to see what they had on the lot.

She had also pointed out that there were several other car dealers in the same area, and if they couldn't find what they wanted there, they would only have a short walk to another lot to find something suitable.

“If any of it runs,” Ronnie had added.

“Running as of yesterday,” Manny threw in. “I drove one back into the city to get my family.”

“Didn't run for us the other day,” Mike added.

“Didn't for me either,” Manny agreed. “CB said they thought some sort of nuclear bomb, or the meteor.”

“The meteor could have done it?” Patty asked.

“I don't know, but they seem to think so... CB, they all think they are gods of knowledge.”

They were now discussing how many vehicles they would need, and how many people Mike and Candace would need to drive them back.

“I'm sure,” Terry continued, “that I can get a couple of the others guys to go with us.”

Bob spoke up. “I really think then, that we ought to approach everyone else and find out who wants to go. They may not want to. We have to accept that you know.”

“He's right,” Mike agreed, “they may not. How many of them do you know?” he asked of the small group.

“It's a fairly tight community,” Candace said. “I'm not from here. I mean, the city seems big, the locals not so much. Very small tight knit community.”

“She's right,” Bob added. “I'll go... Terry?” He turned back to Mike. “You too. Let's go see who we got. “

“I don't know that they'll all want to go. I've already seen a few leave, and we lost a couple of people this morning,” Patty added.

“She's right about that,” Bob agreed, “I saw a couple of people hanging back talking together and they ended up leaving. I guess they aren't convinced that we should leave. I can't say I blame them really, the whole thing probably hasn't even sunk in yet.”

“Well, let’s go see who's left, and who wants to go then,” Mike decided. “No sense deciding this until we know for sure.”

“You mean if they don't want to go, you're not going?” Terry asked.

“No,” Mike said calmly. “I'm going, period.”

“Maybe we should decide right now if all of us want to go,” Bob said. He looked around at the small assembled group, letting his eyes stop on Ed Weston.

“Ed, Dave?” Bob asked.

“I'm in,” Ed replied, “I can't see any reason to stay here, and I think you may be right, Bob. I'm not so sure this is a safe place to be.” He seemed to be slightly out of sync, Bob thought, but he answered quickly, and decisively nonetheless.

“I'm in too,” Dave said. “But what if we get to Rochester and it's the same as here?”

“That's a chance we'll have to take,” Bob replied. “In fact, I wouldn't doubt that there is damage. My only argument is that it may be safer than here. It's built on higher ground. It's also a much larger city, and I think that would increase our chances of finding other people. Maybe it would allow us to get a little more insight, or information, on what happened. Who knows, they may still have power, or some form of police, hell, maybe the television stations there are still working. We don't know, and the only way we will know is to go and find out. One thing is for certain though, Rochester is definitely built on higher ground than Watertown is. If that lake does rise, I would rather be there than here.”

Bob looked around at the small group, and then continued.

“So, if we're all in agreement, I guess we better go talk to the others and see how many of them are going with us, agreed” he asked turning to Candace. “You and Mike will have an idea of how many trucks we are going to need; get some drivers... How long you figure, an hour or so? I mean to get ready to go.”

“It will probably be a good three hours before we get what we need and get back,” Candace replied after a quick look at Mike who nodded.

“I think you better do the talking, Bob,” Mike said, “They know you better than they know me, and if we're going to get out of here today we better get our asses in gear too.”

With that the small group walked to the front of the store, where the other people had congregated by the shattered doors.

“Folks,” Bob said as he held his hands over his head to get them to quiet down, “I'd like to talk to you.”

Most of the people there either knew Bob, or knew of him, and they had an idea of what was coming, as most of them had been standing around listening when the conversation had first turned to leaving. They turned expectantly towards Bob now, and waited for him to begin to speak.

“As most of you know,” Bob began, “I'm in favor of leaving Watertown. I think you've all heard my reasons so I won't go into them, but what I would like to let you know, is that if we're going to go, and the eight of us are,” Bob lowered his hands and gestured to include the group of people that stood around and near him, “we need to know if any of you are going to come along.”

No one answered for a few seconds. Bob was about to begin speaking, if only to break the oppressive silence, when someone finally did. It was not what he had expected however.

“Hey? Who died and left you the boss,” a young teenager in the small group yelled out.

The young man stepped forward. His long stringy, dirty hair hung into his eyes, and he pushed it away with the back of his hand as he glared at Bob.

“I never said I was the boss of anything,” Bob replied quietly. “At least I don't recall saying it.” Bob stared calmly back at the young man.

“Well you're the ones been doing all the talking. Who are you to say what we should or shouldn't be doing? And how come I never heard about no fuckin' fault line, huh?”

“Maybe if you could read,” a young man said from behind him, as he also stepped out of the small group, “you would know. It was in the paper just a few weeks ago. And if you went to school you probably would have learned about it there too. I never heard him say anything about being in charge either, but they were the ones who decided to at least do something. We were all standing around out here with our fingers up our asses before they showed up. What is it; do you still think somebody is going to show up and save us?”

The two young men were now facing each other, and the small group around them seemed to be waiting to see what would happen next.

“Listen,” Mike said as he stepped towards them. “This isn't the time or place for this sort of crap: If you don't want to be here fine. Nobody said you had to go anywhere. Bob simply asked you if you
wanted
to go.” Mike paused as he stared at the two young men. “Sounds more as if you've got some sort of problem with authority. If so, that's something you'll have to deal with on your own time. The fact is that we can't stay here, and we've decided
we're
going. It's an invitation for you to join us, but you can stay right here for all I care.”

“Oh yeah?” the kid glared at Mike.

“Look,” Mike replied, staring back, “If you have some real objections state them: Otherwise shut up, listen, or hit the road.”

“I'm outta here. Screw you people,” the young man said as he glared at Mike, and the others from the small group that had moved up beside him. “You guys do what you want, I'm leaving,” he finished. He pushed his dirty hair from his eyes once more as he turned and walked out of the store.

“Listen!” Mike said, raising his voice. “I don't think we all have to start acting like a bunch of morons. We're all in this together, why don't you just listen to what Bob has to say, and then you can decide.”

The other young man lowered the hands he had raised, and turned back towards Bob expectantly. The rest of the crowd, realizing that the confrontation was over, and they weren't going to see a fight, turned their attention back to Bob. Bob waited for them to quiet before he resumed talking.

“Let me make this clear,” Bob said as he began to speak quietly. “I don't want to lead anyone. All I really care about is getting out of here, same as most of you.”

Candace watched as Bob spoke, and thought,
kind of late for that, Bob
. She had noticed that everyone had seemed to gravitate to Bob earlier when he had begun to speak. He had that kind of personality, she supposed. They also seemed to be drawn to Mike, and more than a few had asked her what her feelings were about the situation. Are we leading? She asked herself, as she turned her attention back to Bob.

“What we have to know,” Bob was saying, “is who wants to come with us.”

“Where will we go?” an older man asked as Bob paused. Bob explained their choice, and why they had made it as the group listened.

“Now, there are eight of us, and we need to know how many cars we're going to need to get us all there. Mike and Candace are going over to the Jeep dealership and try to find us some four wheelers that will fit the bill. New if they will run, older ones if they won't.”

“Ain't that stealing?” someone asked.

“Not as I see it,” Bob replied. “As I see it, they don't belong to anyone anymore. I mean... Anyone see any police? Or really, if you think of it, has anyone seen anybody at all in authority?” he waited briefly, before continuing, half expecting the young kid to pop back in the door and say,
Nobody 'cept you, you old bastard
. When he didn't Bob was relieved, and once again began speaking.

“No, I think being arrested for car theft is the least of our problems. I ain't saying it wasn't a good thought to bring up, but I'm not too worried about that at all. What I am worried about... The main thing right now anyway, is to get this show on the road before it gets much later,” Bob said, and paused. “So, if no one has any real objections, I'd like a show of hands so we can figure out who's going and who's staying.”

With no discussion, five members of the dwindling group, among them the young man who had been involved in the earlier argument, turned and walked to the far side of the wide double front doors, shaking their heads as they went. The remaining people began, slowly at first, with glances at their neighbors, to raise their hands.