Survival: After It Happened Book 1 (13 page)

She was nervous. Her life has changed massively almost every day since all this had started. A week later she was now some kind of soldier with high expectations of her, and a very tough act to follow.

She couldn't work Dan out at all. She tried to emulate his easy authority, to walk in and assess a place quickly before rattling off what everyone should do. The difference was that he was clearly trained where she wasn't. She wanted to ask to work alongside him and learn, but instead she was leading her very first sortie with other people relying on her for protection.

She pulled into the car park by the big camping warehouse. To her left was a fenced yard where all the tents were set up, some already starting to sag with neglect.

She looked at the doors and decided to do what Dan had told her about - she reversed her unfamiliar Land Rover up to the doors and looped the length of chain around the metal handles. She got back in and drove slowly away to take up the slack. When it held tight, she lifted the clutch to gently force them open. It worked nicely, and she got out to see that she had barely done any damage. She looped the chain and stowed it in the back, trying not to look pleased with herself as she thought the others might not take her seriously.

She moved her vehicle away, and instructed the two lorry crews to their tasks; one to cut the lock to the large caged area where the gas bottles were and the other to wait for her to check the building before they went to clear it. She slung the rifle on her back as it was too long to use inside. With the Glock in her right hand and a bright LED torch in her left she edged into the shop. There was no smell, thank God, and she guessed the place was probably locked up over a week ago and nobody every returned to open up again.

She stalked through the shop, more conscious of the others watching her from the doorway than anyone inside. Trying to look as professional as she could she searched the shop floor first, then upstairs on the mezzanine which she had failed to notice and cover as she first entered.

Lastly she went aisle to aisle in the stock room and out of the fire escape at the rear.

"Clear" she announced loudly with confidence as she strode back through the shop.

They walked in and started taking things from the racks closest to the front door. This would probably take a few hours, she thought as she strode outside and holstered the Glock, unslung her rifle and scanned a full three hundred and sixty degrees.

Adam and Kyle were already busy loading the gas canisters and she saw Cedric lowering the tailgate of his trailer as Maggie was carrying a large plastic container of some chemicals.

She climbed up to the roof rack of her Land Rover and continued to scan the area.

People spoke in hushed tones to each other as they worked effectively.

After about an hour of seeing the three pairs loading their vehicles, Maggie announced that they had all the chemical toilet equipment. Lexi thanked her, but Maggie seemed to be waiting for more.

"Can you and Cedric please help Jay and Liam load the clothes and other stuff?" She asked.

They both went without argument and started to load the lorry with armfuls of clothes and boxes of camping gear.

It dawned on her just how much authority she had been given by being made a Ranger. With that authority, however, came the responsibility of knowing what to do to keep them all safe. That knowledge deflated her slightly, and she took another careful scan of the area through her scope.

Adam came up to her after another hour and reported that all the gas bottles were loaded. Kyle kept a sullen silence and she suspected that he didn’t want to be doing much in the way of manual labour. She had thought that of him before Dan had found them; Kyle was a moaner.

She thought for a second before asking "how much space is left in your truck?" The answer was half, she asked "back it up next to the doors and help the others load?"

Both went to do as she had asked.

After she couldn't sit still any longer she called the group out, calmly so they didn't think there was anything wrong.

"How are we doing?" She asked with a smile.

"Shop floor is almost cleared" said Maggie. "Just loads of stockroom now"

Lexi looked at the back of the trucks, both were three quarters full.

"Ok, everyone take a break and get some food and drink. Back to it in half an hour?" she said.

Nobody complained, and they took their food and drinks to the grassy picnic area. Lexi didn't know what to do; should she stay and keep watch or join them? She didn't want to be seen to do nothing and lose their respect. The decision was made for her when Cedric interjected.

"Come and sit with us, you need to eat too". She liked Cedric and Maggie, they were kind and caring. None of the others objected so Lexi rested her rifle against the side of a picnic table and sat on the grass. She ate an energy bar and drank a fancy bottle of orange and passion fruit flavoured juice.

They talked quietly between themselves, Lexi listened and joined in here and there but she still felt apart from the group in lots of ways.

The sound of an engine cut over their conversation.

They all looked at Lexi, who without thinking snatched up her rifle and flicked the safety to semi-automatic as she turned to face the access road.

"Inside the shop. Now" she said to everyone and they ran to obey, all except Cedric who said "I'll talk to them, you say hidden"

Lexi hesitated for a second, but decided to go with the plan and moved forward in a crouch to kneel by the corner of her vehicle. She forced herself to breathe deeply, to calm down and face whatever was coming with a clear head.

Cedric's plan was a good one, why show your hand if the other player folds?

The engine note grew louder, but she didn't think it was being driven hard. The wait was excruciating, and Lexi realised she had heard a loud engine from quite a distance. She steadied herself, and saw a dark green pickup drive past.

It stopped, and she saw the reverse lights illuminate.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Calm yourself, she thought.

The pickup drove in slowly, and the driver got out when he saw Cedric stood still by the shop.

"Hello" the man beamed. He was late fifties; a big man but running to fat, and was dressed like a farmer with moleskin trousers over leather boots and a checked shirt on top. He seemed to hold no malice, but Lexi stayed put and watched him over the top of her scope as the distance was too short to use the magnification.

He walked towards Cedric with his hand extended and announced that he was called Pete.

Cedric responded with his own name and shook the offered hand. Lexi watched for a while longer, unsure if she should reveal herself just yet.

He saw Pete gesture towards the Land Rover as he spoke to Cedric, Lexi's breath caught in her chest as she didn't know whether she or the vehicle were the subject of discussion.

"It's ok, everyone" called Cedric loudly as the other started to emerge from the shop.

Pete walked back to his pickup and opened the door. Two cocker spaniels, both a glossy chocolate brown, bundled out and ran around the car park with their noses to the floor. On seeing the others, they bounded up to them, eager for fuss.

Lexi slowly stood and started to walk over, Pete feigned surprise but his eyes said he already knew she was there. She safetied and slung her rifle, before taking the offered hand. "Lexi" she said and Pete smiled at her.

Introductions were made all round, and Pete in turn introduced Dram and Tot, his 'girls'. On hearing their names, the dogs sat and stared up at Pete with an almost fanatical obedience, waiting for a command.

Pete came and joined them at their picnic tables and the break was resumed. Pete talked about his experience of the last week, and told them that he was a gamekeeper and in honesty hadn't actually realised anything had happened because he went a few days without seeing anyone if he was busy.

He was a big, loud character and everyone took to him straight away. He had that quickness to smile and tell a joke, no matter how bad it was, and Lexi thought he and Neil would get on well.

It was suggested to Pete that he join them, and he agreed instantly. He said he was going to load his stuff and would be back later. Hands were shaken again, and Pete gave a short whistle to the dogs as he walked back to his pickup. They responded instantly and flew in through the open door. With a kindly wave, Pete reversed out and drove away. She had some doubts about him. She was worried about his red nose and large belly, believing recognised the signs of someone who drank every day.

Everyone was left a little shocked but smiling after he left. Lexi decided it was a good time to take charge before Pete came back and captivated them all again.

"Right, let's get these trucks filled before he's back so we can get home" she said. There was again no argument, but she decided to play an extra card.

"Maggie, can you keep watch for a bit and I'll load up?" She said. Maggie looked a little take back but agreed. Lexi locked her rifle into the Land Rover, guessing that if Pete had been around here for a week and not run into trouble then the area was likely to be relatively safe. "Shout me if you hear or see anything" she called.

She ran in, grabbed an armful of boxed boots and ran back to load them into the lorry. She worked twice as fast as everyone else, just to make a point, and the trucks were full before long.

They formed up, ready to set off when Pete returned.

After an hour they were starting to worry a little.

At ninety minutes, Lexi was thinking of calling it quits and wondering how to convince everyone that it was time to go home. It was approaching teatime and she was nervous that nobody would agree to leave without him. Luckily, the sound of the rough diesel engine hit the edge of her hearing as she was planning how to word her argument.

Pete drove back in, both dogs sat in the front passenger seat and the truck bed brimming with bags and equipment. Lexi saw numerous gun slips and fishing gear. She would have to tell Dan straight away if they wanted to keep guns out of people's hands as a rule.

The convoy loaded up, and although they didn't know it their group had now grown to over twenty.

Neil was very impressed with his contraption.

He had arrived at the shop with Jimmy and Kev, prised open the doors and searched the place.

Empty, but the smell from the rotting fruit and veg and chiller units was rank. The smell was so awful it had graduated to become a taste.

He reckoned that a week ago just about everyone had gone home sick and most, nearly all, never left again. Jimmy and Kev started work straight away and hit the pharmacy before planning to load with water bottles.

Neil went to the fuel station and cut the padlocks from the reservoir top of the diesel tank. He lowered the hose into the tank as far as he could and started the generator. He'd rigged it to power a small pump that he had found on the industrial estate - that seemed like weeks ago now. He heard the sloshing sound and reckoned it would take a long time to pump out the five thousand litres so he wandered into the shop and selected some snacks to fill the time. He had six empty jerrycans for petrol, and helped himself to the few green and black plastic cans in the shop. Not wanting to mix the fuels, he used a hand pump to work the petrol out and into the cans.

Before long he was sweating with the effort. He banged the side of the tanker and saw that it would probably take almost an hour to fill it up. He thought it would be safe to pump the petrol despite having an engine running as the tanker was a little distance away.

He took a short break and drank a warm can of sprite. Another fifty minutes of pumping petrol out filled the cans, which he stacked into the back of the Land Rover bar one that he kept back. He watched the diesel pump working, marvelling again at his own ingenuity. A short while later he lifted the pipe from the reservoir until the fuel in the pipes was pushed through. He killed the generator, sealed the tanker and secured all the pipes. He topped up the generator, reckoning that pumping the diesel had used about five litres of petrol. He topped the last fuel can up and put it away with his hand pump. Well stocked with motion lotion, he drove slowly back to the front of the shop.

He saw that Jimmy and Kev had worked hard; the lorry was more than halfway full with stacks of quilts and pillows piled on top of heavy bags of medicines. The back was starting to fill with plastic wrapped crates of water. Neil chipped in and took a trolley to bring more.

Some boxes of tinned food and all the breakfast bars on the shelves saw the truck full. The sliding doors were forced closed again, and the three rested for a little while before heading back.

They reached the prison just over half an hour later, due to Neil's very slow progress with the heavy trailer. They rolled in during the late afternoon to find they were the second lot to return; Andrew and Ian had brought back a lorry full of solar panels an hour before and parked it out of the way behind the house.

Leah bounded out with Penny, Ana and Alice following. Jimmy took the lorry to the stores bay whilst Neil backed his tanker into its previous space. He unhitched it and parked in the circular loop near the front door, bringing both weapons with him.

Leah stood impatiently and Neil answered her unasked question "five thousand litres of diseasel, eighty of petrol" he said as he walked past her, throwing a salute.

Leah pestered Jimmy for the details of their haul, and was told that they'd emptied the pharmacy, got lots of pillows and quilts, more food and water.

Leah wrote all this down and returned to 'ops' to consolidate her reports. She asked how much food was left in the shop, and seemed happy to be told "loads" by Neil.

They rested, deciding to wait for the others to return before unloading. Kate emerged from the front door wearing a set of grey prison issue jogging bottoms and a light blue t-shirt. She stretched extravagantly and announced that Mike was sleeping again.

Ana and Alice had been helping Penny prepare a meal for that night, Leah had barely left ops all day. She was still scribbling notes and updating the board, keeping the relevant number up for the site noting that there was still food and fuel there.

Dan returned a short while later, with Eve and the silent girl. Penny took them straight in and went into full-on fuss mode. Kate joined her and with the help of Ana the two new arrivals were scrubbed clean and new clothes were found. Eve's physical condition was explained somewhat when she said she was a vegan. Someone used to surviving on prepared salads and vitamin supplements, who was already painfully thin, would not live long in today's world. Eve was dressed similarly to Kate, in a prison tracksuit, and the girl was put in a sweatshirt which was too big for her as there was nothing else for her to wear. Eve begged for someone to take the girl from her, but she clung on tighter and refused to be moved. She allowed Kate to check her over and both were pronounced healthy, as long as they got fed and rehydrated.

Dan called a small powwow between himself Jimmy and Neil, repeating what Eve had said about the 'other soldier'. None of them knew what it meant definitively, but the thought of another armed man out there served to sober their thoughts.

Just as nerves were starting to fray and Penny was worrying out loud that dinner would spoil, the outstanding convoy returned. The two lorries were reversed in by Jimmy’s, Cedric brought his trailer to the front door for unloading and Lexi reverse parked her Defender in a mimicking pose of Dan’s vehicle. The big surprise for the reception committee was the arrival of a dirty and battered green Isuzu pickup. It looked to be a typical farm wagon – the kind of car you used to open gates with and don’t care much for dents. Or yearly MOT’s, road tax or insurance.

The driver was a happy man, and Dan was introduced to him by Cedric.

“Dan, this is Pete. He found us as we were collecting the stuff. Pete, this is Dan” they shook hands. Pete had big hands and a strong grip. He also smelt faintly of scotch. He was introduced to everyone there, and the names went over his head in a blur of information overload. He gave two short, sharp whistles and a matching pair of brown Cockers flew from his pickup to run excitedly through the group.

Penny insisted that everyone come inside to eat, and Dan lit a smoke as they trailed off. Lexi hung around after they had gone and raised an eyebrow to him.

“You can get your own you know, they’ve come down a lot in price recently” he joked, offering her a cigarette.

She took one with a smile and he lit it for her, conscious to keep control of this pack and lighter this time.

“He’s got guns in the back. Gamekeeper.” She said, blowing smoke up in the air.

He mused on this, the rules were that nobody would carry a weapon without being ratified by him. The man was unlikely to be a danger as the guns were for hunting, but something in Lexi’s tone made him wonder.

“What are you thinking?” he asked her

“I’m concerned he might be an alcoholic” she said carefully.

“I think you’re right, but an alcoholic and a drunk are two different things. Let’s see how this pans out, shall we? I’d be happy of some fresh meat on my plate instead of tinned everything for the next few years” he replied. She raised no objection, and he wondered where her fear stemmed from. Perhaps a family member had succumbed to the evil of drink?

“Still” he said, lifting the four gun slips from the back of the pickup. “Can’t leave these lying around”

They went inside and joined a happy group comprising of all twenty-one of them as Mike was well enough to walk the short distance to sit up. He had Kate fussing over him so that he didn’t open any wounds as he walked, and was packed off to bed as soon as the meal was finished.

Dan cleaned and stored his weapons along with Pete’s, then walked the grounds for a while as the sun fell low in the sky. He took himself off to the makeshift bathroom where he heated some water and had a strip wash, getting into a set of grey prison jogging bottoms and a vest. He padded back down to his room, carrying his dirty clothes and boots. He only had a few sets of clean trousers left, and would have to search through the new apocalyptic clothing range tomorrow.

He lay on his cot for a long time before he heard footsteps outside his door. A gentle knock, followed by another slightly louder. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, so he ignored it. He heard his name being whispered loudly by Lexi and decided to definitely ignore it.

Not the time to complicate things.