Children of the After: Awakening (book 1) (9 page)

“Jack, I’d like a ten piece nugget meal with barbeque sauce
and ketchup please.”

“Shh,” Jack warned, fighting a smile as Sam snorted, trying
to suppress a laugh of her own.

Rounding the corner of the mangled counter they pressed
further into the dilapidated building past scorched metal cooking implements
that were as alien as flight controls to Will, though he had little time to
ponder what it was the items were once used for. Weaving first one way and then
back the other they moved among the wreckage until Jack brought them to a
sudden stop. There before them was a large metal door, not unlike the cooler
they had slept in the night prior, just bigger. Testing the handle, Jack pulled
it open to be met by something totally unexpected.

Like something from within had been pushing on the airtight
door, it burst open causing Jack to jump and Sam to scream in surprise as a
foul smell filled the air. Pulling his bag over his shoulder, Will yanked his
police light out and began shaking it before aiming into the smelly darkness
beyond. Flipping the plastic switch, he watched as the metal room filled with
storage racks and cardboard was illuminated. Yet still the source of the smell
could not readily be discovered. Pinching her nose, Sam was the first to step
into the metal confines, and rifling through the few boxes that had not been
already broken down and flattened, she deemed the cooler empty of anything
putrid, disgusting, or foul. Then, lifting one of the empty boxes to her nose
she quickly changed her mind. The smell was
from
the empty containers
that once held food products.

“We could toss them outside,” Sam offered.

“No,” Jack replied, “If we can smell them, so can anyone
else who might come this way.

“We can find a place that doesn’t stink,” Will suggested.

“It’s not safe, buddy,” Jack answered, “It’s getting too
dark and we don’t want to be out shining around your light. Someone could see
us.”

Figuring that their decision was finalized, Will removed his
backpack again and dropped it upon the floor. Stink or not, he was hungry.

“If we’re staying, can we eat
now
?”

“Sure can,” Sam smiled, dropping her own pack before bending
to clear a space for them to eat.

Within minutes the floor was cleared as discarded cardboard
was piled into stacks in the back of the cooler, and they all sat down to enjoy
a meal of the spoils they had found in the morning and previous night. It
wasn’t much, and it certainly wasn’t the healthy foods any adult would suggest
they eat, but they ate anyway, and each enjoyed it without complaint.

It wasn’t until after their meal that Will and Sam were both
enlisted to help Jack rig the door closed using pieces of the shelving in the
cooler and a bit of wire scavenged from just outside the door. Pulling the door
closed as tightly as he was able, it was when he pressed his shoulder into the
shelf, wedged there by Jack, that his head rested against the outer wall of the
cooler beside the door as it was sealed closed for the night, when he thought
he heard a sound outside. It sounded very much like the shuffling and crunching
of broken glass accompanied by a clip clop, clip clop that caused the hair on
his neck to stand up. The darkness was finally playing tricks on him too.

Jack secured the last metal unit into place, allowing Will
to stand clear of the door and wall. The room was sealed and the sound vanished
into the darkness outside.

His eyes popping open, Jack reached out instinctively to his
side where the night before he had placed Will’s light. Brushing the floor with
his fingers he fought through a second of panic, skimming the concrete surface
of the cooler’s floor until he felt the cold hard plastic of the light. Snatching
it up, he gave the light a shake and waved it around, brandishing it like a
torch into the darkness. Rising, he felt as his muscles tensed, his shoulders
and legs threatening to cramp if he pushed them too hard. He was dehydrated and
malnourished. He couldn’t expect his body to handle the abuse he had put it
through the previous day without it reminding him of his limitations.
Cautiously, he rose to a kneeling position and shined the already dimming light
into every corner of the room, noting both Sam and Will still asleep as he
sought the source of the sound that woke him. Could it have been a dream?

Nothing found, he sighed loudly and allowed the light to
fade again into darkness as he sat silently still, a perfect mimicry of death. With
naught but darkness he focused his hearing on the breathing forms of his
siblings, and smiled to himself as he noted Sam’s low snoring. He wished he
could record it to play back to her at a later time as proof, knowing she would
deny it if accused. Before long, Will began to thrash about a bit before
rolling to his side, a sign that he would soon be waking up. Jack was surprised
how loud their small sounds were inside the confines of the cooler, that is,
until his attention was drawn elsewhere.

With a loud clatter, a series of crashing sounds erupted
outside as the tinkling of glass shards raining down upon the ground followed,
sounding like wind chimes in a storm. A moaning sound then chased the crashes
and the musical glass sounds fell to silence, when just as soon as the sounds
came they were just as suddenly gone. So too were the sounds of his sibling’s
breathing. Shaking the light in his hand slightly he allowed it to light ever
so dimly as he pressed a finger to his lips, noting that both Will and Sam were
now sitting and facing him with fear clearly etched upon their faces.

Taking his cue they remained silent, turning their attention
to the door, all of them straining to hear any further sounds beyond those of
their own hearts pounding in their chests. Jack listened for what felt like
forever, and when he was certain no more sounds were coming, he continued to
listen further, without moving, afraid to give away their hiding spot to anything
or anyone who might be lurking outside. After what must have been more than two
hours, poor little Will could take it no more and finally broke the silence.

“Guys?”

“Yes, baby?” Sam asked him in a hushed tone.

“I
really
gotta pee,” he admitted.

“Let’s get the door open and peek outside,” Jack replied
after a moment’s thought, not wanting to linger in the city any longer than
they had to.

“Can we eat after I pee?”

“Yes, Will,” Sam answered their little brother. “But we’ll
have to hurry,” she added, turning her pleading eyes up to Jack. She was asking
for his agreement. This took no thought, and with a single nod of his head, he
gave it.

Jack found it odd and yet comforting how Sam had so easily
taken on the role as a mom for Will. She was a natural with him, but then
again, she kind of always had been. Even when Will had been a baby she had
always volunteered to hold him, or feed him. It was almost as if she had been
training for years for all of this to happen. It was kind of creepy thinking
about it like that, but he was glad to hear her sound so grown up and mature.
Will needed her to fill in for Mom, and she was doing a great job.

“OK, Sam. I’m gonna untie the wire and pull this shelf back
a little. You hold the other one up when I lean it back, and ill poke my head
outside and see what’s what.”

“You got it,” she said rising to join him.

Watching as Will shuffled out of their way, Jack carefully
untied the wire binding the two shelves together, shifting the first one back
several inches as he strained to prevent it from making noise as he returned it
to a vertical position. Sam, seeing his intentions, grabbed hold of the
opposite end and helped him, both of them being more careful to remain silent
than ever before in their lives. Once the first shelf was removed, Jack leaned
the second one back precariously, allowing Sam to take the weight of the
shelving unit and turned back to the door.

Grasping the stainless handle, he slowly and carefully
pulled it upwards, feeling the pull of its inner spring mechanism tighten until
it came to a stop. Wrapping his other hand around the base of the metal to
muffle any sound it might make, he pulled up on the handle once more as he
felt, more than heard, the final click that signaled its release, and
cautiously he pressed his shoulder into the door feeling as the air seal broke
and the door inched open with a metallic groan. Again he froze, as did both of
his siblings.

With his ear to the small opening in the doorway, he
strained his senses, hearing nothing more than a low breeze singing through the
wreckage and ruins of the city, like a mourner of the dead. Reassured, he
pressed again against the steel of the door and as it opened wider he leaned
out carefully, looking out into the morning, searching every shadow. Here and
there things like torn canopies of buildings or shredded insulation still
clinging to the ruined framing of walls fluttered in the hollow breeze, causing
his eyes to dart one way and then another, but no sign of danger showed itself.
The view seeming clear, Jack pushed the door the rest of the way open and
motioned for Will to join him.

Darting out of the cooler like a caged animal offered
freedom, Will vanished around the corner, the sounds of his movement coming to
an abrupt stop as he sighed loudly from out of Jack’s sight, obviously relieved
of the pressure threatening within him. Smiling at Will’s audible relief, Jack
turned back to Sam.

“Let’s get him fed and get out of here. I don’t want to stay
in the city.”

She didn’t even reply, choosing instead to acknowledge his
words by spinning on her heel to begin rummaging through their packs. If
Samantha had become Mom, Jack supposed that he had become their dad, taking on
the role of leading their family. Watching as Will reappeared from around the corner,
he knew he would do his best to play his role no matter how much he didn’t want
it.

Reentering their shelter, he sat with his siblings as Sam
handed both him and Will a pack of Twinkies and a bottle of soda. It wasn’t
much. Certainly not a meal. But for now it would have to do. Eating quickly, he
waited patiently as the others followed suit and helped them pack up their
meager belongings before striking out once more into the city.

* * * * *

After having to listen to Will pee against the side of their
shelter for like five minutes straight, Sam couldn’t help but wonder how such a
small child could possibly hold so much fluid. Though the severity of their
circumstances was not lost on her conscious thoughts for even a moment, she
couldn’t help but ponder the oddity of what they faced. Yeah, it was gone.
Everything was gone. But besides family and friends and those they loved, what
was really lost? Commodities? Pleasures? Convenience? Sure she had indulged in
her share of modern conveniences and technology, but every advancement they had
before the event was really just to replace something that had already existed
on a more personal level. Television and newspapers had replaced town meetings
and gossip. Phones had made it so you didn’t have to face a person to say
things that you wouldn’t have said, had phones not existed. Social media
removed real connections and friendships and replaced them with ratings,
whining rants, and new ways to bully people. What was odd, was that before the
event she had hated the way the world was. She had despised the fakeness of it
all. Yet now, here in this world, she found herself missing the simplicities of
numb mindlessness and uncaring that had come with the old world. Easy was gone.

Plunging her half emptied bottle of root beer down the
throat of her backpack, she rose to her feet, pausing a moment to allow the
effects of her sore muscles to settle before she stretched her legs, rising to
her toes, before reaching down to snatch up her pack and shoulder it. With a nod
to Jack she watched as he stepped free of their metal walls once more, and
reaching down she took Will’s hand. Swift and silent was the order of the day.

“OK, Will. We have to move fast and be quiet.”

“Like ninjas?” he asked with wide hopeful eyes.

“Exactly like ninjas,” Sam said with mock sincerity before smiling
in response to his happy nod.

At least
that
was easy. Weaving back through the
collapsed building and all of its grills and deep fryers, they rounded the
counter and dodged the tables to step back through the remains of the front
wall of the building and into the parking lot beyond. Here Jack clung to the
walls, preferring them to the open streets, and looking about, Sam noted the
source of the sound that had alarmed them all earlier in the morning. There had
not been a presence out here. Instead, the pole holding up the traffic lights
at the intersection had bent over, the lights and wires crashing to the ground
sending the glass that littered everything scattering beneath it. The same
shards of glass that moved beneath their feet with every swift step.

For hours Sam moved on in a mindless trance, following and
mimicking Jack’s every move as they crept from one devastated building to the
next, as strip malls turned into small tightly packed homes in what was once a
poor region of the city. Now there was little left but concrete and brick
foundations littered with charred bits of broken memories and smeared streaks
of blackness. The whole community had been wiped from the earth as if washing
it away to start over, removing its filth and depravity to replace it with
something new or better. Perhaps that was just her missing the way the old
world worked, but Sam could not help but feel that this was not an end. Tragic,
yes, but it could not be all. Could it? There
had
to be more. There had
to be some good from all this loss. She hoped against hope they would find a
new and better beginning somewhere beyond the city. There had to be something.
Working to refocus her train of thought, she looked down upon Will who still
crept upon his toes like a ninja, even hours into the morning. He deserved a
new beginning.

Eventually as the day progressed, Sam’s mood lightened,
mostly due to watching her little ninja move like a cartoon cat across their
obliterated world. At some point they had crossed the threshold of homes that
had once been owned by the impoverished into apartment buildings and warehouses,
as signs for the interstate began showing up here or there where they had not
been completely destroyed or charred beyond recognition. Though she paid scant
attention to any of the signs in the past, they gave her hope now. They proved
that the edge of the city was nearing, and she no longer felt safe in the city.
Just seeing the signs seemed to take a weight off of her chest. She couldn’t
wait to get out of this place. It felt like a cemetery.

* * * * *

Creeping upon his toes, carefully selecting places where he
could avoid the glass below, Will moved ahead. Slinking here, and springing
across the cement ground there, he moved like the wind and no one could catch
him. No way, not ever. Jerking his head from side to side, he sought out those
who scoured the city for them, but locating no enemies, he returned his super
vision to the ground beneath him. It was a fun game, but would have been more
fun if Jack and Sam played along.

Instead, Jack moved up ahead with his shoulders slumped like
he had just lost a track meet, and Sam sighed or giggled from time to time
behind him, her mind undoubtedly on boys or some other such nonsense, as Mom
would say. If Dad were here, he’d play along. Dad was an awesome ninja and
could probably destroy all the bad guys. But Dad was probably out saving Mom,
so he would just have to be a ninja all by himself.

Sometime long after his belly started growling, they passed
under a big concrete bridge and Will pretended to pass through the enemy’s
tunnel, darting from one dark shadow to another to evade detection from enemy
sentries. Once out of the tunnel they turned left and climbed a twisty ramp up
to the road above and Will realized that he was just about to the top of the
enemy mountain fortress. Victory was his!

Rounding the last bend he skirted the charred carcass of a
four door sedan, following closely on Jack’s heels, impatient to reach the
highest point. Pouncing atop a fallen sign, he countered for its rocking
surface and kept his balance as it tipped under his weight. Bounding back off
the sign, Will landed nimbly between any major shards of glass, and began
moving once more in a crouch. Whipping his arms about, he pretended to slay the
last of his samurai enemies as a grin spread across his face.

Running to the edge of the bridge where the concrete had
been smashed away by a car during the event, he thrust both of his arms up to
the sky, carefully celebrating his victory. Bouncing up and down on his toes
like a boxer, Will turned all around as Sam smiled her biggest smile at him. But
her smile did not last.

Even though he had done his best to celebrate in silence,
had he done something wrong? As Sam’s smile faded she raised her hand to her
mouth and he could see her fingers shaking. But she wasn’t mad. Turning his
attention to Jack he could see that his older brother had gone momentarily
rigid too. Something else was wrong.

Turning away from the frightened faces of both Jack and Sam,
Will looked in the same direction as they were, and his breathing caught in his
chest. There, on the street below, raced a man in a long coat upon a horse in
the distance. Though he was miles away, it was obvious that they had been
spotted as the horse and rider charged directly towards them.