Aftermath (8 page)

There was a moment of silence as everyone seemed to mull this over.

Lee watched the faces as they exchanged looks and murmured amongst themselves.

“
I guess what everyone’s concerned with,” a new voice said. “Is whether we can trust this so-called captain to follow through with what he has promised.”

The new speaker was a tall man, this one the polar opposite of Keith, who looked like he’d been blue-collar all his life. This was a business man, someone that fancied himself a politician. He had the bearing of someone that came from money, and the soft, pleasant face of someone that has seen less of the hard times than those around him.

Lee immediately disliked him.

The speaker stepped out and then turned so that the crowd was to his left and Lee was to his right. His stance told Lee this was practiced stage-presence. A glance over to Bus confirmed that the big man also did not buy into the speaker’s bullshit. However, to Lee’s dismay, the crowd seemed to find him enchanting.

A manipulator.

A politician.

Perhaps this was the person Bus had suggested was attempting to wrest control of the camp from him. Lee had to agree with Bus’s assessment that the camp would not be in good hands if that were to happen.

To Lee, the man said, “You do recall your promise? In exchange for us taking you and your group in and providing you with what we could, you claimed to be able to produce food, water, weapons, and medical supplies.” The man smiled disarmingly. “I know that Bus had the best of intentions when he let you into our camp. However, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that, in light of the security breach, we’re going to need something more than just your word if you want to continue to stay here.”

There was a chorus of “yeah”, “that’s right”, and “you tell ‘em!”

“
Excuse me! Hold on!” Doc flapped his arms. “No. No. If you’re trying to say that Captain Harden should leave to get supplies, that is out of the question for at least another week. The man has muscle damage and is probably in a lot of pain—in fact, I’m surprised he’s holding it together as we speak. Plus, there’s still the chance for gangrene to set in and I need to monitor…”

“
I can leave tomorrow,” Lee said.

Doc looked at him. “No you can’t. You won’t be nearly healed enough to…”

Lee crossed his arms. “I fought today. I can fight tomorrow. If that’s what it takes to get this done, then that’s what I’ll do.”

Even the politician’s mouth closed as he processed this. No one had expected him to answer up so readily. The truth was, Lee despised the idea. The cuts on his back still burned and stung with every movement. Lee had also hoped to enjoy the relative safety of Camp Ryder for longer than a day before being thrust back out into the dangerous wilderness that America had become. There was safety in numbers here, and there was water. The thought of leaving that made Lee’s stomach flip-flop, the same as it flip-flopped when he hadn’t received that check-in from Colonel Reid so many long days ago.

No amount of training or experience made death any less frightening.

You just learned to work around it.

So he found himself once again stuffing that feeling down. Forcing himself to do the job that needed to be done, no matter how uncomfortable, no matter how dangerous. That was Lee’s lot in life, and while sometimes it nearly overwhelmed him, he would always make his peace with it. It was built into his DNA just as much as the color of his eyes or the shape of his face.

Bus spoke up. “You can’t go out alone. Someone will have to go with you.”

The politician cleared his voice. “I’m sorry if I am being too blunt, but I don’t think anyone here trusts the captain enough to accompany him when we don’t even know where his loyalties lie. We’ve just lost one of our own under suspicious circumstances, and while we can’t prove Mr. Harden had anything to do with it, we can’t disprove it either.”

A woman in the front of the crowd put her hands on her hips. “If I remember correctly, Jerry, Captain Harden was the one that tried to help Kara, not you. I also recall that we were all facing the opposite direction until Captain Harden had the brains to look behind us. Seems like more people would have been hurt if he hadn’t been there. Frankly I think we should thank him.”

Jerry The Politician knew not to argue a good point, so he raised his hands in mock-defeat and tried a different tactic. “Marie, if you trust him so much, perhaps you should volunteer to go with him.”

Marie’s eyes became sharp daggers. “I have responsibilities here, Jerry. Unlike yourself.”

Jerry ignored the jab and turned to the crowd with a smile. “Does anyone else trust the captain so much that they would like to accompany him on this trip? Anyone?”

Under the ear-ringing silence, Lee regarded Bus who stood like an angered god with his brawny arms crossed over his chest and a deep redness taking over his olive complexion. It was obvious there was no love lost between Bus and Jerry.

The silence stretched on.

“
I’m goin’ with him.”

Lee was surprised to find Harper stepping forward, staring at Jerry with much the same look as Bus. Harper was loyal to Bus, and an enemy of your friend is your enemy too. Lee could tell that Harper volunteered less because he believed in Lee and more out of spite towards Jerry.

Whatever the reason, Lee appreciated it.

It didn’t take long for Miller to follow. “I’m going too.”

Jerry looked first shocked, and then sour.

Lee nodded at Harper and Miller and felt gratitude, regardless of their motives.

Bus smiled fiercely at Jerry. “I guess it’s settled then. Harper and Miller will accompany Captain Harden. They will leave tomorrow.”

CHAPTER 5: PREPARATIONS

Safely inside the privacy of Bus’s office, Harper, Miller, and Bus himself stood on one side of the room while Lee stood on the other, studying the map pinned to the cork board on the far wall. He had already consulted his GPS device in private and now circled a large area approximately thirty miles east-southeast of the red pushpin labeled “Camp Ryder.” The spider web of roads thinned as they drew closer to the area Lee indicated and eventually faded to a simple blank area on the map.

“
That’s where we need to be,” Lee stated, tapping the center of that blank spot.

He turned to find three very grim looks regarding the map.

Thirty miles was a quick trip two months ago.

Now it was almost suicidal.

“
Can it be done safely?” Bus asked.

Lee shook his head. “I can’t give you a guarantee, Bus. You know that.” He drew a finger along the thick line of Highway 210 coming out of Angier. Their destination was in the center of a triangle formed by I-40, I-95, and I-795. “You guys will know better than I do. How are the road conditions? Is it feasible to take the highways, or should we take the back roads?”

Harper moved both hands up and down, indicating a similar weight. “If you take the highways you hit roadblocks. You take back roads, you’re more likely to run into infected.”

Miller looked like he was remembering something distasteful. “I wouldn’t touch the interstates, even if I was driving a tank.”

“
A tank would be nice, though.” Harper smiled wistfully. “Got any of those up your sleeve, Captain?”

Lee looked back to the map with a snort. “Wouldn’t that make life easier?”

Bus stepped forward and indicated the same line of Highway 210. “I came through this way from the other side of I-40. It was pretty clear, as I remember it. Of course, that was a few weeks ago.”

Lee pointed to a small town nestled on the northwestern side of I-95. If they took the highway, they would be passing through—or at least very close to—that town. “Any information on Smithfield?” While Lee had a general rule about staying away from population centers, a small burg like Smithfield might well be a ghost town. In a situation where more time on the road meant more danger, sometimes it was better to take the more direct route.

“
Last I saw of Smithfield was a big column of smoke.” Bus said. “You could see it from the road we were on.”

“
Something bad happened there,” Miller stated with a chilly sort of certainty.

Lee looked at the younger man. “What do you mean?”

Miller shrugged it off. “I heard there was an explosion. Or a fire, or something. Just rumors.”

Smithfield interested Lee only because it was likely to have supplies that could be pilfered. In the off-chance that it wasn’t a ghost town, it might have pockets of survivors that Lee could make contact with. While he didn’t want to bring Harper and Miller into any unnecessary danger, he also had to keep in mind his overall mission, and if he thought he could safely reach another group, he meant to do just that.

“
Alright,” Lee nodded. “If there’s no objection, we’ll make it a straight shot down 210. We’ll evaluate once we get to Smithfield if we think it’s safe to go through, or better to go around.” He traced a smaller line that branched southeast away from Smithfield. “Once we get on this farm road we can take it almost all the way to our destination. I’ll leave the finer points of navigation for when we get there.”

“
If all goes well,” Harper said quietly. “Which is a big ‘if.’”

“
That brings me to the next bit,” Bus sat on the edge of his desk. “Jerry can try to act like he runs things around here, but I’ll be damned if he’s going to control the weapons and supplies. That’s my domain and I aim to get you boys everything you need.” Bus looked each of them in the eye. “I’ll rustle up the best weapons we got and as much ammunition as I can get away with.”

Lee put a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you, but don’t leave yourself undefended. We will at least be mobile, so if the situation arises, we can always run. Plus, the more supplies we take with us from here, the less we can carry from my cache.”

Miller broke in. “That reminds me, who’s truck we takin’?”

“
Biggest one you got,” Lee said.

Bus scratched at his beard. “Keith Jenkins has a big Dodge Ram. Probably the most cargo space you’re going to get. Nice off-road tires too, if you need to take it around some traffic jams.”

“
How will Mr. Jenkins feel about us using his truck?”

Bus pointed to the door. “You’ll have to go ask him.”

***

Keith Jenkins turned out to be the same Keith in the worn out canvas overalls that had eagerly got the ball rolling on Lee’s inquisition. When Lee first realized this, he instantly began thinking of who else he could persuade to loan him a truck for his expedition. However, once in private, Keith seemed far more amenable than when Lee had first met him.

Now, Keith was chewing on a straw and gazing with a sort of forlorn love at his Dodge Ram 2500, as though he might never see it again. Lee and Harper had gone to speak with him while Miller assisted Bus in rounding up what other supplies could be spared for the trip. The old man leaned against his old dually with a hand on the bed that drew back and forth, as though caressing the flank of a well-loved draft horse.

“
So...” Harper ventured.

“
Shit.” Keith Jenkins spat. “It’s kinda tough, fellas. Me and this truck, we been through a lot. You see that big ol’ dent on the front fender? That shit came from two infected I knocked the Jesus out of ‘fore I got here. Yeah...we been through a lot.”

“
Mr. Jenkins,” Lee eyed the beast of a machine. “I can’t make you any promises, but we only got sixty miles to drive in this thing and I will do everything in my power to return it to you, no worse for wear.”

Keith’s savvy old eyes scanned along the truck, then poked at Lee. “You know, I was in ‘Nam. ’67 to ’69.”

“
Tough years,” Lee said, as though wondering where this might be leading.

“
Sometimes when things go down, I start looking around for my old rifle, but alls I got is a shitty-ass deer rifle. Couple 30-06 cartridges to load it.” Keith crossed his arms and lowered his head. “You want my truck, I’ll loan it to you. But I get first dibs on one of them rifles you bring back. You got M16’s?”

“
I got M4’s,” Lee admitted. “A carbine version of the M16.”

Keith nodded. “That’s good. Yeah. I’ll take one of those.” He sniffed. “You promise me first pick on one of those puppies, you can take my truck and do whatever the fuck you want with it.”

Lee and Harper smiled and were about to extend Keith a hand, when he cut them off.

“
Just one more thing,” he said. “Tank’s almost empty. Doubt you’ll get to your destination and back, especially the way this thing guzzles gas. You wanna use it, you’re welcome to it, but you’re gonna hafta come up with the fuel on your own.”

Lee’s smile became reluctant, but Harper’s faded completely.

Harper put a hand to Lee’s shoulder and turned him so they were both facing away from Keith. “That’s a tall order,” he mumbled quietly.

“
Can’t we just siphon some from other people’s cars?” Lee answered in turn.

“
Yeah, we can. But there’s only a few other vehicles here. Most everyone came in on foot, and the people with cars were almost empty by the time they found us.” Harper sighed. “Gas got pretty hard to come by at the end there. The stations are all tapped. We can siphon, but we’re going to have to go outside the wire to get enough to fill the tank on that thing.”