OUTNUMBERED volume 2: A Zombie Apocalypse Series (5 page)

I quickly stood to end the conversation and walked to the window. Kira was behind me when I stopped. She moved in front of me to peer through the glass. The top of her head barely reached my chin. I inched forward and took in her earthy fragrance as I put both hands at my back and intertwined the fingers to resist a sudden urge to embrace her. After a few deep calming breaths, I tilted my head to see that the view was out the side of the building onto a paved lot trucks traversed to reach the warehouse and receiving portion of the complex behind the main store. Several zombies wandered aimlessly on the drab, gray, concrete, and two stood silent and unmoving as if in a trance or asleep.

"We should reload our empty magazines while we have a chance. Then we'll go through the lunch room and other offices to find food that might have been left behind. After the adrenalin rush, I'm hungry."

Ten minutes later, we were down the hallway cautiously and stealthily searching offices for food. We stopped when we felt we had enough snack food to last two days. Several packets of microwave food were passed up fearing they might be rancid and could make us sick.

In a large meeting room, we removed USA and Iowa flags from poles in a stand in a corner. A credenza on an end wall yielded a table cloth big enough to cover the twelve foot long meeting table. A full case of bottled water sat in the opposite end of the credenza, so dehydration wouldn't become a problem for several days. I certainly didn't want to stay cooped up away from home any longer than that.

Kira silently opened the second floor emergency exit door as I stood with pistol drawn. Outside, a platform with metal stairs led away from where we needed to go. The stairs would be noisy and the extra distance could get us killed. That meant we'd have to leave through the first floor exit. We'd wait until we felt it was safer before we'd make our way back down there and fight our way back to the truck.

Back in our sanctuary, we each took food and sat on the couch. We ate the several years old, stale, cardboard like, snacks in silence and were glad to have them.

Kira put her waste in an empty snack bag and leaned back. "I heard the story of how you and Emma won a lottery and had oodles of money to build the compound we live in. What's your story before that? If you don't mind talking about it."

I nodded then sat a minute thinking back. "Emma and I dated in high school. I'm thirty-three by the way. Neither of us had siblings. There were no children either. After graduation we married, and I joined the Army. My red headed buddy, Shane and I went in together and served together for six years. He and I were best friends since kindergarten. We were both recommended for Delta Force and went around the world doing bad-assed things in several countries. I was a sniper, and he was my spotter. We both became disillusioned with the government and military command and accepted our discharges.

Luckily for me, Emma was still waiting when I got out. She'd finished a business degree and had a job. Plus she worked part-time as a physical training instructor.

"After my discharge, I got into carpentry. When I felt I'd acquired enough knowledge and skill, I opened my own general construction business. Emma quit her job and became my office manager. We both liked horses, and when the lottery money came through we bought two hundred acres where the compound is located. We intended to board and train horses. Months before the zombies ate their way across Europe, the design for a horse barn changed to the present compound. Even with the zombie invasion, life with Emma was good. I still love her, and I think of her often, but she's not in my head as much as when she died. I'm finally to where I can talk about her and function full time." I paused for a drink. "Now it's your turn. What are you willing to tell me about you and Paige?"

"I'm thirty-one and my background is much the same as yours, except I had one brother. He was a Marine and died in Iraq. He didn't like what was going on there, but he felt it was our duty to clean up the mess our government made. He believed it was the result of good intentions with unintended consequences.

"Carl and I dated through high school before he joined the Navy. Within a year of enlistment he was selected for the SEAL program.  I had Paige after one of Carl's visits home. Six years later he requested a discharge and left the Navy. He'd stayed in for eight years and I missed him terribly. He came home, got a job, and we married. We were happy, he earned a good living, Paige had learned to love him, and he was a good father.  But there was always an undercurrent of unrest with Carl. He wouldn't admit it, but I think he missed being the real life daring action hero. You already know the rest from the time the zombie threat materialized."

She looked the saddest I'd ever seen her. I reached toward her and placed my hand on her shoulder. "There was a small percentage of Special Forces soldiers who got hooked on the danger, as well as the power of life and death they had over other people. Most of that type ended up being mercenaries, paid guns who would kill anyone they were pointed at; like the bunch that captured you. You should be proud that Carl resisted the urge to continue and chose you and Paige over something else he was attracted to. It's a hard urge to resist. I know because I had to make that decision, too. For me, Emma was worth the effort, and Carl apparently felt that way about you, too."

She smiled brightly. "Thanks for the pep talk, handsome. I don't know why I needed it today, but it helped."

As we'd talked, the light in the room had gradually dimmed. Night was approaching and the building had cooled. I turned to Kira. "Give me a hand cutting the tablecloth in two pieces while we can still see. We'll each take half of it and one of the flags to cover us while we sleep."

After the tablecloth was cut, Kira stood and peered into the gloomy room. "Where do you want to sleep?" she asked. 

I pointed to the floor in front of the couch. "You take the couch. It's too short for me." I removed my utility belt and kicked off my boots. My M14 and Glock were placed on the floor next to me within easy reach and with the barrels pointed toward the door. I lay on my back with two towels from the kitchen for a pillow, closed my eyes, and listened to Kira snuggling in on the couch.

"Good night, Tom."

"Yeah. See you in the morning."

~*~*~*~

We spent the following day cooped up in our hideout. Occasionally we'd look outside and see varying numbers of zombies staggering like drunks at an Alcoholic's Unanimous Convention. Toward evening the numbers dwindled to none.

As we lay in the dark, Kira said, "Tom, you awake?"

"Yeah, I'm still awake. All we've done is sit, so I'm not tired."

"What's going to happen when there aren't enough people at the compound to keep everything going? I mean, with James' death there are what, twenty-five adults and seven kids now. If more children aren't born the population is going to slowly exterminate itself with shrinking numbers."

I snickered. "I talked with Ira recently about that. The problem should resolve itself in the next couple of years. As you likely know, we have a large stockpile of birth control pills on hand. Most of the women take them because they, and their husbands or mates, don't feel good about bringing more children into a zombie dominated world where we're outnumbered by thousands to one. But pills degrade in time like everything else. At some point the supply will be exhausted, or the pills will become ineffective. Either way there will be more pregnancies. Ira believes that when a few babies are born and life continues most of the women of child bearing age will follow their natural mothering impulses and want to bear children.

"The kicker is that without new blood our offspring will eventually become inbred. But that problem is several years out before I have to deal with it.

"I should have guessed you'd have an answer. You're always thinking ahead. I like that about you."

"Does that make up for my being an ugly, uncharismatic nerd?"

Kira laughed, a real gut buster. She leaned over and hit me on the shoulder. "No it doesn't. You're never going to let me live that down are you? Actually, after being around you I've gained tremendous respect for you. It takes an iron will and courage to step up and do the hard tasks others instinctively avoid. Now, handsome, let's get some sleep so we can attempt to get the hell out of here in the morning. I'm missing my daughter, and she probably thinks all sorts of bad stuff has happened to us."

~*~*~*~

I awoke early the next morning with a warm body next to me. During the night Kira had put her covers over mine and snuggled next to me. I was still on my back, and she lay partly on me on my right side. My arm was under her and her right arm was across my chest. Her right leg across my thighs felt natural, like it belonged there. Her warmth was comforting, so I laid still enjoying the closeness and not wanting the feeling to end. A few minutes later her breathing changed and I felt her move slightly.

"I hope you don't mind that I used you to keep me warm," she said.

"When you laid down, the movement woke me. I'm a light sleeper." She made an effort to rise and I gripped her shoulder and pulled her close. "A few more minutes, okay? I like having you near. I'm attracted to you, and I hope as we get to know each other better a relationship develops between us."

She relaxed and her face nuzzled against my chest. "I'd like that. I'm beginning to like you, handsome. But right this minute, I really need to get up and use the ladies room."

I moved my hand from her shoulder. "Me, too. My bladder's stretched to the limit from all the damn water I sipped on yesterday."

After ruefully enjoying a breakfast of hard, dry, snack food and water, we checked outside and didn't see any zombies. Cautiously we made our way back to the first floor. Still there was none of the dreaded smell or moaning. I unlocked the door that would plunge us from safety into the area that had been infested with the undead for the last two days. Outside, we checked both directions before letting the door close with little sound. With our backs against the building's brick wall, we slowly crept to the corner. We gripped the straps on the rifles slung on our shoulders tightly as we'd agreed so they wouldn't fall while we ran. I glanced around the corner and saw at least a dozen zombies, I couldn't count exactly how many, at the other end of the huge store. Several milled about slowly and most appeared to be quiet. I turned to Kira. "Let's walk toward the truck casually, and hope they don't notice us until we're close to it. When they react, or if more come out the front of the store, run like hell for the driver's door. You get in first and I'll be right behind you.

My M-14 was slung on my left shoulder, the Glock in my right hand. I held the key fob in my left hand against the sling. I guessed we were a little more than two hundred feet from the truck. Even that short distance would seem like a mile if the zombies saw us and gave chase.

I eased around the corner and walked quickly with medium steps straight toward our maroon colored truck. After we'd gone only twenty feet, the undead at the end of the building turned toward us and moaned louder as they moved in our direction. The slow movers shuffled along and began to shriek shrilly. Softly I said, "Now. Run like hell." I stayed in front of Kira but listened for her footsteps close behind me. To our left, more zombies swarmed from the store's front entrance amid shrill cries.

We closed on the truck and I hoped we'd reach it first, but it would be close. If we weren't first, we were dead. From twenty feet away, I hit the fob button and saw the truck's lights flash once. At the fender, I stopped to let Kira pass by me. A fast zombie was twenty feet away. I blasted it twice and it fell. Two more fast ones took its place and they fell to the fire of my gun. I swung around the open truck door, tossed the rifle in to Kira butt first and lunged up and onto the seat. I grabbed the armrest and pulled the door shut with all my strength as Kira screamed. A split second before the door slammed shut, a frail, young looking, recently dead, full bodied, zombie grabbed the edge of the door. The door slammed shut with enough force to rock the truck cab. Above new scratching and pounding noises I heard the zombie's bones crush. Screeching, moaning zombies swarmed the truck, pounding on the sheet metal and the glass. The door held shut as I fumbled to get my electronic key into the ignition port. The engine started instantly with the throaty roar of a big bore diesel.

At least a dozen zombies stood at the hood and fenders pounding and clawing the metal while two attempted to climb up onto the slippery hood in ungainly moves.

I yanked the gearshift lever into drive as I heard a power window lower. A zombie stood at the passenger door furiously banging its eyeless, moldy skull against the glass. I watched the window drop three inches and stop. Kira stuck the barrel of her pistol through the opening and blasted the creature trying to attack her, and then she quickly emptied the magazine at other undead before she raised the glass.

The engine raced as I fed it fuel and the truck and trailer surged through the swarm of undead. The truck lurched as it passed over decaying bodies and I felt the trailer hitch tug against the ball connector when it rolled and jostled over them. Our speed increased until the horde of undead was a block behind us, but still they ran to catch up. The one with its fingers caught in my door was still with us, dragged along beside of the truck.

Many blocks from Sportsman's Paradise, I slowed toward a car that was parked on the opposite side of the street. I swerved hard to the left and brought the truck to a crawl. The front fender was inches from the car as we crept forward. The rotting zombie moaned loudly and clawed at the glass with its left hand. It was caught between the two vehicles. The truck edged forward an inch at a time. The decayed torso and limbs were ripped apart as the truck crawled alongside the car. I stopped and backed up before the trailer's fender hit the car. When we were in a safer area I opened the door and brushed the zombie's remains away from the door and doorframe.