Текст книги "Preservation"

Автор книги: Phillip Tomasso

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Chapter Nineteen

1216 hours

“Chase!” Allison held out a hand.

Dave used an arm to swipe a cash register to the ground before he laid Alley down on the checkout counter. The register shattered on red tiles. I saw fear in her face. I felt that fear like a fire inside my own chest. “Hang on, honey.”

Everyone stood back. The windows over the sink were now closed. Michelle sat on the counter, her back to the wall, her knees up. The rifle rested between her legs. Megan, Kia and Melissa stood huddled close together.

Charlene cried, silently. Tears left clean streaks down a blood and dirt covered face. Her body shook as Dave placed an arm over her shoulder.

“It’s bad?” Allison’s lower lip trembled. Her eyes were opened wide. They looked at me, looked around me, and then back into my eyes. “This is bad.”

“I’m going to need water. Lots of water? And towels,” I said. “Light the stove and find a spatula. A metal one, not plastic.”

“A spatula?” Alley said. “Chase?”

Kia grabbed a silver bowl and filled it with water, as Dave tore hand-towels into strips that we could wet and use to wipe up the wound.  I took Dave to the side, and whispered, “I want you to hold her down.”

“Chase,” Alley said, again.

“I’m right here,” I said. “I want you to stay calm. Charlene, help me get her coat and shirt off.”

I needed to see if she’d been bitten anywhere else beside the arm. For what I had in mind, the water, the towels, we could use those supplies after. The deep breath I sucked in made me wince. It felt like a fist suddenly closed over my heart.

Charlene helped Allison shrug out of her coat, and pull off her shirt. The bra she wore was stained with blood. I poured water onto her chest. The blood washed away. I looked for bite marks. I did not see any.

“Only on my arm,” she said. “I got bitten once. On my arm.”

I whispered to my daughter, “Heat the end of the spatula up on the flame. Get that metal glowing.”

The bite on her arm was severe. It started at the forearm, and flesh was pulled loose up past the elbow. The blood spilled from the wound. The school kitchen was so silent, except for an occasional sob. I heard my own breathing. It filled my ears. “Lie back down,” I said. “I want you to hold still. Hold out your arm.”

Dave stood at the head of the counter. I nodded to him. He held her by the shoulders.

“Chase…”

“Just do it, Alley.” I pulled the machete from the sheath and held it with both hands. The sword was contaminated with fresh zombie blood. If I severed her arm using the sword, it might not help at all when her blood mixed with the infected blood on the blade. This might not work anyway. I only had seconds before it was possibly too late to do anything.

“Chase!”

There was no time for waiting, for talking her through it. I swung the machete fast, hard and screamed when I felt the metal make contact, and chop through skin, and muscle and bone.

Her arm fell from her body. It plopped into the formed pool of blood on the kitchen tiles. Blood splattered. The severed limb was coated red. More blood sputtered from the stub of an arm.

“The spatula,” I said.

Charlene removed the flipping end from the flame and handed it to me.

Allison yelled. She did not seem able to form any words. It looked like she was being electrocuted the way her head kept going from side to side. Almost worried I might need to stick something in her mouth to keep her from biting off her tongue.

I pressed the heated utensil against the stump, hoping it would immediately cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding. The spatula sizzled against the flesh. I think I screamed. The putrid odor of cooking human meat filled my nostrils. I vomited. My stomach bile mixed with her blood and severed arm.

Alley let out a single scream as well, and then went abruptly silent.

Her eyes were closed. The pain must have been too much. She had to have passed out. I hope she passed out. I wished it had been earlier. I didn’t want her to remember all of this. It was something I’d never forget. The images were seared into my brain. Seared forever into my memory.

I just kept hearing one phrase replayed over and over inside my head: I cut off her arm. I cut off her arm. I cut off her arm.

Melissa and Kia came over. They dipped the torn strips of towel into water and washed the blood around the Alley’s wound. I backed away, letting them tend to Alley for now.

“Are you okay?” Charlene put a hand on my arm.

The simple touch was not enough. I pulled her in for a hug. “I thought I lost both of you out there.”

I couldn’t hold back my tears. I didn’t try. I hugged Charlene tight, with my hands tangled in her hair. I couldn’t press her close enough to me. I needed that, her close, as reassurance that she was real. That I had not lost her.

“Is she going to be all right?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I really don’t know.”

“You’re bleeding, too. Your side,” she said.

I lifted my shirt and felt it peel off my stomach. “Stitches must have come out during the fighting. I’ll be alright.”

“Let me take a look. I’m sure I can fix it up,” she said. And I let her.

#  #  #

I did not see who had done it, but after my daughter led me to the cafeteria area, someone cleaned the mess under the cash register counter. They must have disposed of Alley’s arm and mopped up the blood and vomit.

My daughter and I stood at the threshold and looked at Alley, who was still out cold. “Anything?” I said.

“She’s breathing,” Kia said. “It’s steady. But she hasn’t moved at all. Her eyes haven’t opened.”

“I appreciate you looking after her for me,” I said, and remembered how, when we first arrived, she’d told stories to take my mind off the stitches Gene had first given to close my deep cuts. I touched my side, and let out a wince.

“It’s nothing.”

“Melissa, how far away is your house, where the bus is, from the school?” I said.

“Ten minutes. Fifteen in heavy traffic. We’re pretty close. About three miles out on McCarren Street, by the hospital,” she said.

By the Hospital meant nothing to me. Ten minutes, three miles. That I understood. “How long have Gene and Andy been gone?”

Robert was outside. Had he re-animated? Was he a zombie now?

Dave looked at the clock on the wall by the door to the freezer. “An hour.”

An hour. “That’s not bad. Roads are littered with disabled vehicles,” I said. Getting from 9-1-1 to my kids had been a journey, as well. “It took us, what Dave…days to go just over fifteen miles.”

“That’s right, it did,” he said.

Melissa smiled. It was like she wanted what Dave and I implied to be an acceptable reason for why Gene and Andy weren’t back yet. It wasn’t. Not really. “I told him not to get out of that car. You remember. So it may just be taking a bit longer for them to get to the house. Once they get there though, he’ll be back in minutes with the bus. It’s just a matter of getting out to the house. That’s all.”

“I’m sure it is,” I said. “And I can’t wait to see this thing!”

This time, Melissa lit up. “It really is spectacular. When he was building it, I’ll admit, I did a lot of eye rolling. I mean, we work hard. We’re still a paycheck to paycheck kind of couple. He just would dump any extra pennies we had into making this bus. But I never told him to stop. It was his thing. It made him happy, so I just let him. I even helped building it, from time to time, too.”

Alley coughed.

I looked at her. Stood there motionless for a moment before I ran to the side of the counter. Kia took a step back. She pursed her lips at me. Not quite a smile. She looked about as apprehensive as I felt. This was going to be touch and go. Alley would need some prescription strength drugs to fight any infections that are associated with amputation. At least that was what I was thinking.

“Alley?” I said. “Allison?”

She coughed again. It sounded like her throat was filled with phlegm. I turned her onto her side. She faced the doorway to the cafeteria where Charlene still stood.

I patted Alley on the back. “It’s okay. We’re here. We’re with you.”

“Dad,” Charlene said. “Dave, grab my dad.”

I looked up from patting Allison’s back. I was behind my girlfriend.

Dave came at me. He didn’t question my daughter’s command. Part of me knew what must be happening. There was something I couldn’t see from where I stood. “Char?” I said.

Dave took me by the arms and walked me away from Allison. It couldn’t go down this way. Not with my daughter and not with Allison.

I saw Charlene come forward. She’d drawn her hunting knife. “Char, wait. Wait, Charlene!”

My daughter cupped her hand behind Allison’s head and thrust the serrated blade into her skull. I heard the knife saw through skull. With both her hands being used, my daughter could not wipe away her tears. Her lip trembled as she tugged and pulled until her knife came out of Allison’s head.

I’d done nothing. I didn’t save her, couldn’t save her. Cutting off her arm, having her pass out–it prevented me from spending last moments together. It stopped me from telling her I loved her. I never got to thank her for…for everything. I failed you, Allison.

My daughter should not have been the one to end it. That she was strong and brave enough was not lost on me, but the fact that she had to did not make it any easier. I continue to fail you, Charlene. Continue to fail you.

Ah shit. I dropped to my knees. Just, shit.

Chapter Twenty

1518 hours

While the others gathered supplies we could load onto the bus and stacked it by the door in the rear of the kitchen, I sat on a table in the cafeteria and just stared at the things on the opposite side of the glass. Dave didn’t think it was a good idea. The screaming that came from the kitchen the last few hours had stirred the zombies into a frenzy. I didn’t notice any cracks in the glass, but didn’t think it made much difference. If those things wanted in badly enough, they’d break through the doors. They just didn’t seem to realize that yet. Yet!

I was done underestimating the things. For whatever reason, they were getting smarter. They were learning.

Or remembering. Or, was it plausible to suspect…getting better?

“Can I sit with you?”

I turned away from the grotesque and animated death that faced me and smiled. “Of course, you can.”

Charlene sat on the table next to me. “How do we keep doing this? I miss my mother and Cash. My God, how I miss him.”

I laid an arm around her. She snuggled in close. “I miss him, too.”

It felt like weeks, months, but it had only been days since his death.

She cried. Hard. Her shoulders shook. “It’s going to be okay,” I said.

“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault,” she said.

I wanted to look her in the eyes. I moved away from the embrace, and lowered my head so that we were at eye level. “What are you talking about, honey? None of this is your fault. None of it.”

“You left me in charge of Cash. He was shot while he was with me,” she said. It took her a while to get it out. Her sobbing made it difficult to talk.

“We’ve talked about this, Charlene. You know we have. That was not your fault. And Allison was with you. Others were with you. There was a gunfight, and he got caught up in the crossfire. That is not something you can blame yourself for. You have to know that. I need you to understand that,” I said. I spoke sternly, but with a soft tone of voice. I didn’t want her to misconstrue the words I said by how I said them.

“And Allison,” she said, without pausing, without letting anything I’d just said sink in. “Allison wouldn’t be dead. You wouldn’t have had to cut off her arm, she’d still be alive if it wasn’t for me. If it hadn’t have been for me. That was my fault. Her getting bitten, her turning into a zombie…”

I was thankful I hadn’t seen it, her turning.

“Charlene…”

“I ran out there, outside. You and Dave and Allison, I put all of your lives at risk–”

“Charlene,” I said. This time, I used a tougher tone. I needed her to hear me, to listen. “You ran out there to save Robert. We came out to help, too.”

“You tried to stop me,” she said. “You wanted Dave to stop me.”

That was true. “Because I didn’t want you hurt. We’d all still have run out there to help Robert. You were right. You did the right thing. You weren’t putting yourself or your own safety first. What you did was selfless. I am not mad at you for that. I know Dave is not mad at you. If Alley were able, she’d tell you the same thing. You were not wrong to run outside and help. Not wrong at all. There is no blame being cast. Not by anyone in that kitchen, and honey, sure as shit not by me.”

She stared at me. Our eyes were locked. Both of us had tears. “I want this all to be over, Dad. I can’t keep on going like this.”

Fourteen, and she was at the end of her rope.

Then again, so was I. “We can do this, honey. We’re going to make it through this.”

She used the back of her wrist to wipe away the tears.  “I just don’t know if I want to.”

#  #  #

It was not a super expensive restaurant. I’d made reservations, though. The idea of hitting a Red Robin for gourmet burgers and bottomless fries appealed more to me, but I figured I’d better step it up just a bit. While I’d done a bit of dating since Julie divorced me, nothing lasted beyond a few dates, or a month at most. I’m sure it was my fault. Plenty of the women had psycho issues. Red flags popped up like fireworks for many of them. Still, a lot of the issues rested on me, my shoulders.

It was true I focused on unimportant aspects of the relationships, perhaps put too much emphasis on sex, and not any on building a friendship. Allison was different. I didn’t want to blow it from the start. So I changed my game.

I didn’t think going for burgers on a first date would have been detrimental, but with her, I wanted to play it more safely. It was not a black tie affair, but I wore charcoal grey dress pants with a matching necktie, and cleaners-pressed soft blue-grey shirt. I had to hit a store in the mall for new dress shoes, and went old school with wingtips.

The table was set for two. We were in the center of the place. I understood which fork to use, and all of that. We ordered the surf and turf with soup and salads. Allison looked beautiful. She’d worn her hair down, and smiled most of the night. Conversation was somewhat forced, although I couldn’t remember anything said. The one thing I remember most was making her laugh. A lot.

After my salad, the waitress took my plate with my salad fork. Some of the salad pieces had been large, and I’d cut them up to keep from looking like an animal while eating.

“Oh, wait, wait,” I said. “I still need my knife!”

I pronounced it with a hard “K.” Ka-nife, and retrieved it from the plate as she’d lifted it off the table.

The whole restaurant must have heard me. Allison laughed so hard, she’d snorted. That embarrassed her. I loved it. From that point on, the date was not forced. I didn’t kiss her that night. I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. It seemed like she wanted me to, looked a little disappointed when I left her at her front step and went back to my car after a simple hug and a whisper, “Good night.”

And now, I helped Dave. Charlene had the walk-in freezer door open. We’d wrapped Alley as best we could in tablecloths. I held her under the arms and head. Dave gripped the legs. We set her down on the floor. It seemed wrong. She deserved a burial. We’d taken the time to bury our lost since day one. Allison did not belong locked away in a school freezer but there were far too many zombies still outside. There was no chance of digging a plot. Not today. Not right now. It was why we were putting her in the freezer. If Gene and Andy did not return, and there came a time when the zombies left this building alone, then I would risk it, take the time, and bury Alley properly.

Chapter Twenty-One

 

1630 hours

“We’ve got a problem.” Melissa panted. She stood bent forward, and rested the palms of her hands on her thighs. “The zombies–they figured out there’s a doorway into the cafeteria.”

That was the worst news I’d heard in a while. Melissa had been assigned to watch the monsters. We stayed out of the cafeteria as much as possible because just the sight of us kept them agitated. And we wanted, no, we needed them to lose interest and wander the school. The herd was too large. There was no safe way to thin it. “They’ve what?”

She waved. We followed her from the kitchen into the cafeteria.

I heard it. A hollow thump. “They’re banging into the door,” she said.

I watched. As one, they took a step back, and then as if one of them counted to three, they surged forward and slammed into the entire glass wall, with a concentration on the double doors. “That is not going to hold,” I said.

“No, it is not,” Megan said.

“Back into the kitchen, everyone.” Dave ushered us through the threshold. He closed the door near where the cash register was. Charlene was at the opposite side of the kitchen closing the other, the one students entered and picked up a food tray before shuffling their way down the cafeteria line for their meals.

“They don’t deadbolt or anything,” Charlene said. “Just a simple lock on the handle.”

“Push everything we can up against the doors,” Megan said. She and Kia moved about the kitchen.

“There really isn’t anything. The counters are bolted. The stoves are commercial. There’s nothing we can use to barricade the doors,” Kia said.

The crash was loud. There was no mistaking what had just happened. The glass had shattered. The zombies stormed the cafeteria.

“Dad!” Charlene had her back pressed to the door.

“We’re going to have to make a run for it,” Dave said.

“A run?” Megan said.

“We’ll be trapped in here,” I said.

“There are just as many out there,” Kia said, she was on the sink counter, looking out the window.

I could hear their feet on the gymnasium-like flooring, squeaking and sliding as they pushed against the closed door, and pounded on the wood.

“Not going to be able to hold this closed,” Dave said. He and Melissa pressed against their door.

“We’re going to have to leave all the supplies?” Megan said.

“Yes,” I said. “I don’t see any other way.”

“But Gene’s not back,” Melissa said. “I can’t leave without Gene.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her, especially right now, that Gene and Andy probably weren’t going to make it back. They’d been gone hours. If they had not returned yet, there was a good chance they were dead, or worse. “They’ll find us,” is what I said. “If you stay, you’re not going to make it. Gene wants you to live, Melissa. He told me so. He told me to protect you when he wasn’t here. That’s what I’m going to do.” I tried not to think about Cash or Alley. I’d sucked at protecting them. “We can’t stay here. Any of us. We have to make a run for it.”

“Run where?” Megan said. “I mean, we throw open that back door, and fight through the zombies back there, and then what? Run where?”

“We’ve got to go to someplace where Gene can find me, find us,” Melissa said.

“And where is that?” I said.

The door Charlene was backed up to budged. I heard wood split. “Dad!”

Kia ran at the door, arms out. She pressed her weight against it. We needed to move. Now we had a bigger problem. Charlene’s door was busted. If we ran, if Kia and she moved, the zombies would be on us fast. The time to run, to get out the back door safely, had passed. Now we had zombies waiting outside, and zombies about to bust into the kitchen.

“Megan, Melissa, get by the back door,” I said. This was going to have to be fast. Real fast. “Everyone have your weapons ready.”

There was another crashing sound. Dave grunted. “They’re getting in, Chase. We can’t hold them.”

Melissa turned, and like Kia, stood with her hands pressed against the door–pushing her weight to hold it closed.

“It’s going to be on three. The four of you, let go of your doors and run for the exit, I’m going to cover you,” I said, pointing at Dave, Melissa and Charlene and Kia. I held my sword in both hands, ready. “Megan, when I say open that door, you throw it open, and then you and Michelle start clearing a path for us.”

It was not a lot of space to cover. From where Dave and Melissa stood to the back door, it was about twenty-five feet. They had to skirt around counters. Charlene and Kia had a more direct path from point A to point B. Still had some skirting around things, but less of it.

And there would be me, running interference. I nodded at Dave. We’d known each other long enough, been through enough, that he knew I was going to make sure they made it out of the school, that if anything happened to me, Charlene was his responsibility. “On three,” I said.

There was no counting.

The door Charlene and Kia blocked split at the hinges.

“Run,” I said. “Just run!”

As Charlene and Kia ran, the door fell. It slammed to the floor. Zombies clogged the doorway, shoulder to shoulder. It was almost comical. “Go, Dave, go!”

The door he and Melissa guarded remained closed.

I swung my sword at the first zombie into the kitchen. My blade decapitated the thing. It took several more steps toward me and fell. The two behind it stumbled over the corpse, tripped and fell.

The other four were out the door. I heard something honk. Had to be a horn. It just sounded out of place.

The bus.

I turned and fled. I left the kitchen, pulling closed that door. It was steel. It should hold them for a moment. The fire safety bar across the middle of the door did not take a genius to operate. Once they pushed on it, the door would open. It was that simple.

Bus was not the right word for what sat parked at the back of the school. I remembered taking Cash and Charlene to see the Monster Truck Show at the War Memorial one winter. Beefed up Pick-up trucks with giant wheels and tires rolled over and crushed lined of cars. This…bus, easily fit into the monster category. Cash could have stood inside the wheels. The thing was painted a flat black. The windows were reinforced with black painted steel. The front end was the best part. Gene had mentioned a cattle scoop, like those found on the front of a train. But what I was looking at was an industrial size plow. It wasn’t for snow removal, though. The “V” blade sat six inches off the parking lot, and went as high as the front windshield.  Overall, it had to be almost six feet tall. Gene was right. It should cut through traffic without as much as a hiccup.

The bus passenger door swooshed open. Gene smiled behind the wheel. “Climb on board, Chase.”

The cafeteria door kicked open. The hungry zombies growled as they filed out of the school. I ran and followed everyone up and into the bus. Gene pulled the handle and closed the doors. A gate unrolled, like one you’d see at a mall department store at closing time.

“Just lock those in place by your feet.” Gene pointed. I bent and secured the locks as zombies beat at the closed door. “They can’t get in, but even if they broke down that door, with this gate down, they still can’t get in.”

I stood up. Gene could not wipe that grin away if I’d begged him. “You like it?”

“This is the shit,” I said.

“I rigged the tank. It holds nearly 200 gallons of gas. Gets about 10 miles per gallon. That’s highway. But still, should be enough to get us from here to Mexico, if you can believe that. Andy was able to grab us some maps,” Gene said.

I heard paper ruffle and looked back. Andy unfolded a map. “We’re going to cross through five states. The fifth is Texas. From here to the border, it’s exactly 1,680 miles. Mostly highway,” he said.

“We drive straight through, take turns at the wheel, thirty-five hours or so, we can be there.” Gene put the bus in drive, kept his foot on the break. “What do you say, we done here?”

“Lot of supplies by the door,” Charlene said. “I mean, a lot of supplies.”

“A lot of zombies, too,” Melissa said.

“This bus has everything we could want, I assure you,” Gene said.

Megan shrugged. “Then I say we’re done. Let’s move out.”

Kia and Allison sat in seats one in front of the other. Each had their back pressed to the wall and a knee on the seat so that they weren’t so much sitting, but kind of standing in a way they could face everything on the bus. They both nodded, and Kia flashed a thumbs up.

“I say we roll,” Andy said.

“Charlene?” Gene said.

She looked at the school, at me, and finally at Gene. “Mexico or bust.”

Gene smiled, showed all of his teeth and then cast his eyes on me. “And Chase?”

I hated leaving the food, and the medical supplies. There was nothing we could do about it. We couldn’t risk going back for it. “Mexico. I agree. Let’s move out!”