Trudge: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse (9 page)

The Delta Team call signs were Zulu 1 and Zulu 2. The MH-60G Pave Hawks were given the call sign Reapers one and two, three and four were the AH-64 Apache Longbows.

Walking towards the waiting flat black MH-60G Pave Hawk, he bowed under the spinning rotor and thought,
God help us all
.

Chapter 19

Day 2 Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

The Mortensons were adamant about staying in their home. "We have a full pantry, a gun and the will to stay" Peggy said.

Brook and Carl both knew there would no persuading the couple. They said a tearful goodbye. Carl drove the pearl white Cadillac Escalade, Brook rode in the front passenger seat and Raven was sitting in-between them. In Carl's opinion the Escalade wasn’t an off road vehicle and he didn't see the point, but it would surely make travel easier. The luxury vehicle had more ground clearance and there was more interior space than his car.

“We need at least one more shotgun for protection, plus more ammo for the Ithaca and a pistol if we can find one” Carl said to Brook.

They had scavenged only eleven slugs and four shot shells for the Ithaca, out of the drawer in the study.

Carl turned right on State Route 17 that went east through downtown. At the intersection of Tadlock Road and State Route 17 they encountered a large amount of the walking dead. The Denny's restaurant on the corner had more than ten of them milling around near the front doors. Terrified early morning diners were trapped inside the restaurant. Their faces were pressed against the glass as they witnessed the mayhem outside. In the parking lot there was a small car high centered on a mound of dead bodies, the front wheels were off of the ground and spun freely trying to get purchase. Carl slowed the Escalade and crept past, some of the walkers took interest and tried to follow while the others had just succeeded in breaking a window on the compact car and were attacking the young couple through the opening. Harboring a feeling of helplessness, Carl glanced at his sister and registered the slight side to side shaking of her head. Stopping to help them was out of the question, discretion had to be the better part of valor if they wanted to survive. Brook held Raven’s head in her lap as they passed by the gruesome scene.

They narrowly avoided colliding with a fast moving out of control pickup thanks to Carl’s quick reflexes. Instead it plowed into a string of parked cars in front of the Holiday Inn. Undead poured from the hotel swarming the ruined truck.

After the near collision Carl recommended that Raven get buckled up in one of the back seats.

 Three Myrtle Beach Police Department Ford Crown Victoria cruisers screeched to a stop between the Denny’s and the hotel. Without delay the zombies surrounded the police cars. In a scene that reminded Brook of the Rodney King riots in LA, the three patrol cars roared away to safety, leaving the truck driver for dead. She supposed this would be the case in the next few days as society continued to disintegrate.

The news helicopter flitting around the downtown area reminded Carl to turn on the radio and scan for a transmitting station. WKNB AM was the only one on the air, they listened as they drove. The female reporter said that President Bernard Odero was in a secure location but Vice President Chauncey Lindstrom was still in the District of Columbia; Speaker of the house Valerie Clay was in a third safe location. She went on to report that the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta was working around the clock to find a counter to the virus. So far they knew that the mortality rate was 100%. Any bite or saliva contact definitely led to infection, the pathogen was isolated to the mouth and bred and thrived there. The speed of its introduction into the blood stream depended on the location and severity of the bite on the victim’s body. For instance a bite on the neck near the jugular vein or carotid artery resulted in a quick death from loss of blood, consequently the time until reanimation was more rapid. Furthermore she warned people to stay away from areas where many people assemble, churches, hospitals and shopping malls. For quarantine reasons the main roads in and out of most cities would soon be closed as mandated by the CDC, Homeland Security and FEMA. Comfort centers have been established in some cities for the infected and their families.

Carl said aloud to no one in particular. “I wonder how long the upper levels of government have been in their comfort centers?” sarcastically adding, “I bet those fat cats have caviar and champagne where they are holed up.”

Brook said, “Sounds to me like the flu or whatever it is called now is far more dangerous than anyone was reporting initially. I'd bet that the government is already planning severe contingency plans if the spread isn't slowed or stopped soon"

“What measures do you think they’ll resort to?”

“I remember when Cade told me about a conspiracy theory web site he checked on occasion. He said there was talk about FEMA already having set aside hundreds of thousands of body bags in multiple locations around the continental United States.” 

“Where are they? Did Cade mention that?” Carl asked.

“No. It really disturbed me then. I remember he said that all of the locations were near rail lines…"

“That sure sounds like Nazi Germany and the holocaust not our United States government. Wow really?” Carl intoned incredulously.

“Considering all of the things our government has swept under the rug or just plain lied about, I would put little past them” Brook said.

“I wholeheartedly agree little sister."

Raven said “I have to go pee” then asked her mom, “have you checked your phone to see if Dad called?"

"Not in a while. Where is that thing?" Her phone was at the bottom of her bag, she checked, "No bars Raven. It looks like there are no new messages either. We’ll have to check again later."

They pulled over in a deserted Albertsons parking lot so Raven could relieve her bladder. The dark store looked like it had recently been bombed. Trash and bodies littered the entryway and most of the ground level windows were reduced to glittering shards on the asphalt.

Raven exited the vehicle while Brook looked on, the shotgun cradled in the crook of her arm. It was the longest two minutes of Raven’s young life as she squatted by the idling SUV.

One of the bodies near the storefront suddenly sat up and clumsily stood erect. Brook looked over at her daughter who was still peeing, “Hurry up. We have company.”

The undead man creakily shuffled towards them. He was badly mauled, his intestines trailed behind him like a pet snake. Brook looked away in disgust. Raven buttoned up her jeans and jumped back into the Escalade in one motion.

For some reason Brook lingered outside of the vehicle.

“Get in sis” Carl yelled.

Brook shouldered her dad’s shotgun and cocked one of the hammers. The thing was ten feet from the SUV when Carl blew the horn. Brook jumped and the gun discharged, blowing one frail looking arm off of the middle aged walker. It kept a slow steady pace still homing in on Brook.

The first mistake was Carl sounding the horn; the second was Brook missing the headshot. Fumbling to get the second hammer cocked, Brook looked past the intestine dragging ghoul and counted a number of undead exiting the store.

Raven started screaming as the walkers converged. Their moaning quickly reached a terrifying crescendo.

Brook steadied her aim and silently cursed the frail being as she pulled the trigger. The shotgun blast pulped the walker’s head; it fell and rolled, twisting itself up in its own entrails. The smells and sounds were overwhelming. Gagging, she hauled herself into the Escalade.

Carl floored it. Ignoring his own rule, he careened over a multitude of the walking dead on his way to the road. His mouth curled up at the corners as he silently scolded himself,
Note to self, no more honking the horn,
Carl
. Looking over at her brother, Brook noticed his inappropriate grin and asked him to share his thoughts. Carl declined at first. “You almost got me killed back there, Carl!” Brook halfheartedly screamed at him. Carl acquiesced “I was just mentally scolding myself for honking the horn back there. It won’t happen again.”

“I apologize also. It wasn’t the time or the place to test my courage” Brook said with a sheepish grin.

“Sis, if I would’ve known this is what it’d take for us to get along so well, I would’ve wished for the zombie apocalypse a long time ago, minus what happened to Mom and Dad of course.” Carl immediately wished he could take back his words.

While dodging more walkers, he maneuvered the truck in the direction of Interstate 17 and eventually Fort Bragg.

Chapter 20

Day 2 Columbia River Gorge, Oregon

The encounter with the sheriff couldn't have ended better. Rawley followed Cade and the kids off of the highway at the next exit. Old River Road was the name of the route that wound along the east side of the Sandy River. It merged with and then turned into the Historic Columbia River Highway which was completed in 1922 allowing access to the scenic Columbia River Gorge. Many accessible waterfalls and hiking trails were scattered along the next 35 miles. It was beautiful country, lush and green with the shallow Sandy River meandering through the middle of it. It was an enticingly cool body of water that beckoned on a hot day like today.

Distancing themselves from a million potentially infected Portlanders seemed like a better idea than stopping to cool off. There wasn’t a second to waste; travel would be slow on the twisty two-lane blacktop.

Ike’s voice sounded from the backseat of the Sequoia, “Mom and........." he started to say something and then he broke down and bawled. Once he composed himself he finished what he was going to say "Mom and Dad used to bring us here,
I REALLY
miss them." Leo pulled his little brother close and silently comforted him.

After a few minutes of driving they passed a sign that read “Crown Point State park next left”. Cade steered the truck to the left and parked diagonally across the lines so he wouldn't get boxed in from behind. Rawley followed his lead and edged the Bronco next to the Sequoia.

A bright red convertible Volkswagen Cabriolet and a beautifully restored, canary yellow Camaro were parked in the Vista House parking lot.

"Stay in the truck and keep the doors locked. Rawley and I will take a look around. Honk if there are any problems" Cade instructed the boys.

The Vista House was a massive stone building in the shape of an octagon. It had floor to ceiling glass windows that afforded the best views up and down the wide Columbia River.

A pair of attractive young ladies stood by the stone retaining wall, they were looking to the west down the gorge, their long blond hair whipping about their heads. The gorge was famous for its beauty as well as its strong east wind. They were looking in the direction of Portland and taking turns using the type of coin operated binoculars that are a fixture at tourist traps with a view. One of the girls caught Cade looking her way and asked him if he had any change. He thrust his hands in his pockets and pulled them both inside out, "No I don’t, sorry" he replied.

"That's OK we've probably seen enough ... It's just that it looks like Portland is on fire" the girl using the binoculars said, her face still glued to the contraption.

Her visually stunning duplicate left to find some quarters; she tried to open the double glass doors of the Vista House only to find them locked. "That’s strange, this place is still closed. The sign reads open 9am to 7pm all days" the blonde said.

A sixtyish looking man, wearing a powder blue fisherman’s hat, emerged from around the building. He wore walking shorts and a long sleeved cotton shirt his eyes were hidden behind a pair of big bulky old people sunglasses.

Cade asked the young women, who appeared to be twins, where they were from.

Almost in unison, the blondes answered.

“I’m Shelly."

"I’m her sister Sheila; we live in Portland".

Cade shook their hands one at a time, "My names Cade. I used to live in Portland.”   

Rawley nodded to both women. "My name’s Rawley, pleased to meet you. Which way are you lovely ladies headed?"

Shelly answered, “Sheila and I came from Hood River this morning. We stayed at the Gorge Hotel last night, got up and had breakfast in the restaurant. The waitress told us about some kind of mass murder that happened last night at one of the big apple orchards in the valley.”

Then her twin Sheila interjected, "It freaked me out so much that I called our mom. I tried her and a few friends but I couldn't get ahold of anyone. I thought that maybe it was just my crappy cell phone, so when the waitress came back I asked to use the hotel phone. She said the phones had been down since last night.”

The other twin finished the story “Now were both kind of sketched out, the server drops our check and adds that she heard some of the murdered people had been partially eaten.”

At the tail end of the story the older man in the fishing hat walks up and introduces himself as Harry Conrad, and shakes hands with everyone.

“I couldn’t help but overhearing about people being eaten?” Harry said.