Текст книги "Evacuation"

Автор книги: Phillip Tomasso

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Chapter Twenty-Five

2120 hours

“Hey, honey.”

I opened my eyes. A dream. It had all been a dream. “Alley,” I said.

The dark room had a trace of light from the hall; it spilled in through a triangle slice between the open door and the wall.

I didn’t recognize the room.

Where was I?

Cash?

“Cash?” I said.

When I heard my voice, I knew. It was no dream. Cash was dead.

Allison hugged me.

“Where’s Charlene?” I said.

“Downstairs. Everyone is. The Terrigino brothers made us stew. Squirrel stew.” She laughed.

“I don’t think I can go down there right now.”

“You have to eat, Chase.”

It seemed like it had been days since my last meal. Might have been. The idea of eating didn’t appeal to me. Not right now. I knew what I needed to do. “I have to bury my son.”

“It’s dark out. It’s late. There could be zombies out there,” she said, and took my hand. “Chase, Charlene is hurting badly. You should go downstairs and eat. Sit with her.”

Allison was right. Of course she was. How did I ignore my daughter’s pain earlier? “Where is she?”

“She’s been sitting by a window. I sat next to her for a while, figured she’d fall asleep, but she didn’t. She just stared at nothing, really. Just kept on staring. It frightened me. I’m worried about her. You know she thinks this is all her fault. She needs you to tell her that it’s not.”

“I did. I told her that.”

“Chase,” Alley said.

“Help me out of here,” I said. I didn’t have the strength to sit up on my own.

Allison led me to the stairs. “The Terrigino’s have been very nice. Generous. Elysia and Crystal have been helping with the stew.”

“You said it was…”

“Squirrel.”

I cringed.

“Smells good.”

“Is that what I smell now?” I said. “Then you have horrible schnozzle on your face. That smells exactly like squirrel.”

Allison laughed.

I tried to smile. I knew what needed to be done. Faking it. I needed to fake things from now on. Half of my entire purpose was gone. Dead. It would be near impossible to ever again function as whole.

As we got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw two things right away. The bedroom door where my son died was closed. Across from it, sitting on the ledge of a bay window, Charlene hugged her knees to her chest.

“Hey, baby,” I said.

Her head spun around. For just a moment, she looked at me. I worried I’d lost her. My neglect had frozen her heart toward me. I took a step toward her, my arms out in an attempt to apologize, when she climbed off the sill and ran at me. She wrapped arms tight around my neck.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry. I–I’m so sorry,” she said.

Allison gave my back a rub and made her way around us.

I sat my daughter down on the stairs, and then I sat next to her. I took her hands in mine. “Baby, it wasn’t your fault. I told you that.”

“I started all the shooting. I shot that Captain.”

“I know. You told me. You had a reason,” I said.

“Not a good enough one. He could have left. Taken his boat and left. All we had to do was get off. I didn’t have to shoot him. Because I couldn’t control my temper, Cash is gone. He’s dead because of me,” she said.

I had to let go of her hands to wipe tears from her face, and brush hair from her eyes. “Charlene, you did nothing wrong. We’re going to get through this. Together, okay. In time, everything will be fine.”

It will never, ever be the same, I thought. And I really didn’t think everything would be fine, either. It was part of who I was now. A faker. An actor. I even smiled at my daughter as I lifted her chin. “I love you,” I said, which was true. “And we are going to get through this. All of this.”

“How?” she said.

How.

No idea. None at all.

“What do we do next?” she said.

“I think for starters, we stay here for a bit, get some rest and some food.  I think I saw an actual bathroom up there, so we can take a shower,” I said.

“One down here, too. Not too shabby for a log cabin,” she said.

“It’s a downright castle as far as I’m concerned,” I said, gave her a half smile. If I turned it up anymore, she’d know it wasn’t genuine. She’d call me out, point and accuse me of over-acting. “You eat yet?”

She put a hand on her stomach. “I couldn’t.”

“Me either. But I think that’s what we should do now.” I was about to stand up, but she stopped me.

“Dad.”

“Yeah, honey?”

“About Allison – I never really gave her much of a chance,” she said.

“I never really brought her around you guys much. When it was my weekends, my days with you guys, I didn’t want to have to divide my attention.”

“I know. I knew that’s what you were doing. The times she did do stuff with us, I was not nice. I mean, I was never mean to her. She’d catch me looking her up and down, or maybe finishing a little sneer,” she said. “I didn’t like her. Not for you.”

“I’m sorry you felt that way,” I said. “I was just always alo–”

“No, Dad. What I’m saying is, that wasn’t fair. Of me. I knew you were alone. Working, and doing nothing. And then happy when you had Cash and I. I knew that. I was just jealous. Once you met Allison, I knew that you weren’t thinking about us all the time anymore. I felt like,” the tears started again, “I felt like we weren’t as important to you anymore.”

Why it was different with their mother, I had no idea. She was the one who wanted out of the marriage. The one who wanted to be with Douglas, or Donald, or whatever his name was. Why didn’t Charlene feel that way about him? Her?

Maybe she did, or had.

“Charlene,” I said.

“Just let me finish. Since we’ve all been together, Allison has been nothing but great. She’s done a ton of hand holding and comforting. She sat with me for hours by the window while you slept, which was nice and everything, but what I liked about it most? She didn’t say anything. She didn’t talk at all. She didn’t try to reach out, other than by just being there with me.” She kissed me on the cheek. “I like her, Dad. I’m glad she’s part of our family.”

Charlene stood up, wiped her hands down her jeans, and then held them out to me. I took them, and she pulled me up onto my feet. “You know they made us squirrel stew?”

“You don’t say,” I said. “Smells…mmmm…unique.”

Charlene laughed.

A real laugh. She hugged me again and I held her tight. I never wanted to release her. I needed to find a way to protect her for the rest of her life. There had to be a way. I’d find it, if it was the last thing I did. I’d find a way to keep her safe forever.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The stew was not terrible. Gamey and you knew you were eating a large rodent. The freshly diced vegetables and thick broth helped considerably. The dining room table inside the log cabin was long, and like the house, handmade.

I sat on one side between my daughter and Allison. Next to Allison was Crystal. Across from us were Dave, Sues, Palmeri and Spade. At the heads were the Terrigino brothers, Jeremy and Jason. Erway, a vegetarian, ate some carrots and potatoes while helping prepare the meal, and was now sound asleep on a sofa in the other room.

Allison didn’t seem to mind it, either. Charlene ate everything in front of her.

Dave and Sues stayed quiet during dinner. They sat close, but neither said a single word. I couldn’t figure them out. They’d bonded in such a weird way. It worked for them, but it kind of creeped me out.

“That was delicious,” Dave said. He set his napkin on his bowl and pushed back a little in his chair. I couldn’t tell if he meant it or not. Perhaps acting ran in our “family.”

Jason stood, “Would you like more? We have plenty.”

“I honestly don’t think I could eat another bite,” he said.

I wanted to applaud. Another actor indeed. Bravo. He’d told the truth, but in such a witty way as to not offend our gracious hosts.

“How about you, dear?” Jason looked at Sues.

She dabbed her napkin at the corners of her mouth. “Are you sure there is enough? I would not want to appear rude by taking the last of your stew.”

Jason smiled. “My pleasure.”

He took her bowl and disappeared into the kitchen with it.

Dave and I looked at each other. He arched an eyebrow. I almost laughed out loud.

Jason returned, steam rising from a rounded full bowl of squirrel stew.

“Oh, that’s too much,” she said.

“Eat what you can.”

“I’ll never finish all of this. It would be a sin to waste food, especially during times like they are now,” she said.

“Whatever you don’t eat, I’ll finish,” Dave said.

Again, I had to hold back a laugh. Because he still arched that eyebrow at me.

“Well, there you go. Enjoy,” Jason said.

We all watched Sues shake out her napkin and place it back on her lap.

“How about anyone else?” Jason said.

We all, at once, politely declined.

“How long have you and your brother been living up here?” Allison said.

Jason took a sip of water. “Our grandfather owned a parcel of land out here. Spent his life clearing it. When he died, our father began building the log house. His dream was to move his family from Nova Scotia down to the states and live off the land.”

“Problem was,” Jeremy said, “he wasn’t a rich man. Had to work. Only had so much time to dedicate to building the place. Jason and I helped as much as we could. Loved coming down here with him. He taught us not just how to build, but how to live off the land. We’d spend long weekends and holidays working here.”

“Drove our mother crazy,” Jason said.

“His heart gave out. Jason and I were with him. We didn’t have any way to get help, or call for an ambulance. We didn’t have cell phones then. Papa wouldn’t have allowed them even if they were around.”

“Place didn’t even have electricity at that point,” Jeremy said.

They weren’t far from a state park. There had to be park rangers, a main office, or a phone somewhere close. I wondered how old they were when the heart attack struck? Had to have been horrible for them.

“He was out in the woods. Been gone, I don’t know, an hour or so?” Jeremy said.

Jason nodded. “Sounds about right. Nothing unusual about it. I mean, we were in the wild, really. Nature. Someone’s gone for a spell; you don’t get all panicked. This wasn’t the city. I don’t know though, I guess we started to figure something might not be right and went looking for him.”

Jeremy stood up, picked up his bowl, and silverware. “Just wasn’t right.”

“Was nothing we could do. His skin was blue and cold. He’d been dead a while,” Jason said.

The room fell silent. Jeremy brought his dirty dish into the kitchen, and to be alone, I presumed.

“The land became ours And our mother’s. She wanted nothing to do with it, because she felt like the land was cursed. Our grandfather died on his way here, I guess. We didn’t know him. Just what our father told us.” Jason looked around, as if admiring the rafters and quality of the completed work. “Two generations of Terrigino men died here. Tried to tell our mother, wasn’t going to happen to Jeremy and me. We were younger, and stronger. When we finished building the place, we begged her to come see it, but she wouldn’t. Wouldn’t even look at pictures of the place. When I say she washed her hands of this land, I mean she scrubbed away even the idea of soil from under her nails.”

“The place is absolutely breathtaking,” Allison said.

“Thank you, dear. I appreciate that. My family appreciates that,” Jason said.

Jeremy emerged from the kitchen. “We don’t really have anything for dessert. I’m sorry about that. I’d have made Jell-O, or something.”

“Please, that’s all right,” Palmeri said.

I watched Spade. He’d been as quiet as Dave and Sues during dinner. He’d eaten silently, and just seemed to be taking everything in. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, or know him, for that matter, but I felt like he was up to something. I just wished I knew what.

“But, I can brew us up some coffee. Would anyone care for a cup?”

Coffee did sound amazing. As much as I would love a cup, I didn’t want anything to hinder my sleep. There was no denying that it felt safe in here. The log cabin was like a fortress with enough weapons, and apparently food, to make anyone lower their guard and relax a little.

Only thing that would be better than a cup of coffee is a pack of cigarettes. Still missed the one Marfione had given me, the one I’d tucked behind my ear to smoke later, but never got the chance. I’d give most anything to have that cigarette back.

“I would love some,” Charlene said. She quickly added, “If it’s no trouble.”

“If it were trouble, dear, I’d not have offered.”

Spade’s jaw tensed. A ripple made its way up his cheek as if he’d ground his teeth together. I missed it. Something caused the reaction. I looked around casually; certain something was taking place that I just wasn’t seeing.

Jeremy stood half inside the dining room, half in the kitchen, his back and shoulder kept the swinging door from swinging. “I will just–”

Erway ran into the room. “Zombies are scratching at the windows!”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

My weapons were upstairs in the bedroom, the machete, sword and the knife.

Everyone else seemed to have a rifle leaning against the wall behind their chair.

“My rifle’s in the other room,” Charlene said. “Near the window.”

She wasn’t going anywhere without me right next to her.

Allison checked her clip and slapped it in place. “Let’s go get it,” she said.

Jason patted the air with both hands. “Everyone, everyone, please. Please, just settle down. It happens sometimes. The smell attracts them when we cook.”

“Because you are such a wonderful chef,” Jeremy said.

Jason bobbed his head side-to-side, mulling over the compliment. “I suppose so. I suppose. Thing is, ain’t none of them things getting in here. I explained the windows, the bars, and the shutters. The doors are steel, and so are the door casings. They’d have to have dynamite to blast them in. Huffing and puffing won’t do shit. That, I promise you.”

“So, what do we do?” Spade said.

Jason looked at Jeremy. “Will the coffee be long?”

“I’ll make it now,” he said, and went into the kitchen.

“Coffee,” Palmeri said. “You still want coffee?”

“Dear,” Jason said, addressing Erway, “the zombies–you look out the window?”

“I saw them, yes.”

“How many? Guess.”

“Ten, twelve. It was dark,” she said.

“If you’d like, if it will make you all feel better, follow me upstairs. Okay?” Jason got up from the table. He wiped his mouth on his napkin, dropped it over his bowl and left the room.

We sat, staring at each other, not exactly sure what to do next.

“Well, are you coming?” Jason said. I could see him from where I sat at the table. He had one foot on the stairs, a hand on the railing, and was leaning back to look at us in the dining room.

Spade motioned us to move along with his rifle. Dave and Sues went first, Crystal behind them.

“You two stay right next to me,” I said to Allison and Charlene. I made eye contact with Spade. “Something going on?”

Spade pointed with two fingers at the kitchen, and then shushed me.

Dammit. Something was wrong. He either knew, or sensed something that I was totally missing. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand. That was not good. Not at all.

I led Allison and Charlene out of the kitchen, and Palmeri and Spade followed.

Charlene snatched up her rifle by the window. “Why are we going upstairs?”

“You’ll see,” Jason said. He was already upstairs. Charlene had practically whispered. How had he heard her?

We climbed the stairs. I was behind Palmeri, but ahead of Alley and Charlene. Spade followed along. He kept looking back. I knew this, because I kept looking back at him. It was as if he expected Jeremy to come at him with a kitchen hatchet or something.

I ducked into the room I’d slept in. My belt was on the chair by the bed. I strapped it on. The sword and knife already felt like a part of my body. I slipped my head under the shoulder harness, and sighed with the machete affixed to my back.

“All set?” Allison said.

“Don’t think I’m ever taking these off again.”

“Think we get to keep them?” Charlene said.

Was a good question.

In a bedroom toward the front of the cabin, Jason had raised one of the windows. “The bars will keep the zombies out even if they managed to climb up the side of the cabin like Spiderman.”

Leaning against the wall was rifle with a scope and a silencer screwed on to the barrel.

“When Jeremy and I were younger, we’d come up here with .22s and shoot at beavers, woodchucks, and squirrels. Whatever was out there, you know. We’d just pull a chair up to the window and…” He aimed his rifle out through the slatted bars, and pretended to shoot. “…ping, ping, ping. Just pick off rodents. Were some great times. Truly amazing memories. Thing is that whatever we shot, we ate. Father taught us that. So after we’d hunted, we’d go down and collect up the carcasses, gut ‘em, skin em, and bleed ‘em. Stews and jerky were two of the things we made regularly.”

That awkward silence fell over the room once again as we watched Jason, who now seemed lost in reflection. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and give him a shake or maybe yell in his face, What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Okay,” Jason said. “Who’s gonna be first?”

I jumped back. His sudden enthusiasm caught me off guard.

Spade hadn’t moved. The guy was as tense as a statue.

No one moved. We stood there. Waiting.

Jason smiled. “It’s not only simple, it’s kind of fun.”

With the rifle aimed out the window, Jason squinted. He pressed his open eye to the scope, and aimed. A moment later, he fired off two shots. Sounded like puffs of air slamming into a pillow.

Never heard a gun with a silencer before. Had to admit. Was kind of cool.

Palmeri was at the window. “Headshots. Nice.”

“Want a turn?” Jason offered her the rifle.

Palmeri shook her head. “I’m good.”

Crystal stepped forward. “I’ll give it a shot,” she said, and laughed. “No pun intended.”

“Ah, but a funny one at that,” Jason said, and handed her the rifle. “Here you are, dear.”

Crystal aimed and fired. “Huh. Got ‘em.”

“Nice shooting, nice.” Jason clapped.

Crystal took three more shots. “Okay, yeah, this is fun.”

There was nothing fun about it. My stomach rolled. Killing the things to survive was one thing, but making a game out of it, a mockery of what we were against, seemed wrong. They had been people.

My ex-wife had been staring at photos of our kids. She was a zombie, but she somehow held onto to some part of her that still possibly felt or thought of being loved.

The others didn’t know this. I hadn’t found the right time to share some of my suspicions.

“Who’s next?” Crystal said, holding the rifle out to anyone.

Charlene took a step.

I grabbed her wrist. Didn’t want it obvious to everyone that I was stopping her.

She caught on, stepped back, stood next to me, and stayed still.

Jason took the rifle, offering it to Spade. “How about you? Not much of a challenge for someone of your skill and training, I’m sure. But, just the same, might feel good getting out some of that pent up anger.”

“And what makes you think I’m angry?” Spade said.

“In today’s world, soldier, who among us isn’t angry?”

“Coffee’s ready,” Jeremy called up to us.

Jason and Spade seemed locked in a staring contest, neither moving a muscle.

Jason gave in first. He aimed it out the window. Five quick shots fired. “Hmm. There we are.”

He lowered the rifle and leaned it against the wall.

“Coffee is ready,” Jason said. He wove his way between us and left the room.

“We’re getting out of here,” Spade said. “In the morning. You all get some sleep tonight. I’ll keep watch.”

“Watch over what?” Sues said. “You heard them. No way can zombies get in here.”

Spade sucked in a deep breath. “Isn’t zombies I’m worried about tonight.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I showered before bed. Stood under the spray for as long as I thought allowed. Others wanted in, so I did not want to use all the hot water. Easily could have, but I refrained. The smell of shampoo and Irish Spring soap was in and of itself, invigorating. The dried dirt took serious scrubbing to remove. I had to keep swiping my foot to clear mud from over the tub drain.

After toweling off, I took advantage of the situation, and found an unused razor and shaving cream. Always hated shaving, always. On that night, I reveled in it, enjoying each pass of the blades over my skin. Splashing hot water on my face afterwards, felt both comforting and soothing.

Someone knocked on the door. The moment was chased away.

“Dad, you take longer than me!” Char stepped into the bathroom as I left with a towel wrapped around my waist. “And don’t walk around like that. No one wants to see your chest hair, geesh!”

I raised my eyebrows as she closed the door, and went to the bedroom Allison, Charlene and I would share for the night. In the few short steps I took from one door to the next, I’ll admit I was fooled.

Caught believing this was normal. Like we were on a vacation. The three of us staying over at some bed and breakfast in the Thousand Islands. In the morning, we’d fish, and walk to town for ice cream.

The illusion didn’t immediately vanish. When I walked into the bedroom, Allison was there, smiling.

“Jason brought you a change of clothes. That dress shirt, and vest coat.  Gave you a pair of  jeans, too,” Allison said.

“That was thoughtful.”

“Guess, we don’t have long. Shut that door, drop that towel and get over here,” she said. Demanding. I loved it.

“Good thing, I don’t think it will take long,” I said. Never one to disobey orders, I did as instructed.

#  #  #

Monday, November 2nd – 0913

“Rise and shine.”

I opened my eyes, expecting either Allison or Charlene to be the one waking me. “Spade?”

“Brothers have been up since dawn. Got bacon on a griddle, scrambling up eggs. Jeremy’s making biscuits. They wanted to me to come wake everyone up,” he said.

“You get any sleep?” I said.

Allison sat up, while Charlene rolled away from us, pulling blankets over her head.

“Not a wink,” he said, and winked. Ironic.

“Hey, man, what’s going on here?” I said.

Charlene lowered the blanket and looked at us.

“Oh, they are up. Hurry down or everything will get cold.” Jason leaned in the open doorway. “I’ll wake the others.”

“Just follow my lead,” Spade said, in a whisper.

I nodded.

We got out of bed, about to leave the room, when I stopped and strapped on my weapons. Allison and Charlene grabbed their rifles and handguns.

“Wonder if they have holsters. Tucking this Glock in my waistband, not so comfy,” Charlene said.

“Stay close, you two,” I said.

“What’s wrong here,” Charlene said.

“I don’t know but I feel it. Spade does, too.” I took in a breath and sighed. “After we eat, though, I am going to go out back. I am going to bury Cash–”

“I want to help,” Charlene said.

“Me, too. We should do it together,” Allison said.

I pursed my lips, hoping it resembled a humbled smile. “Okay. That’s a good idea. Together.”

We walked out of the room. The aroma wafting up from the kitchen was immediate. “Bacon,” Charlene said.

“Poor Erway,” Allison said.

“I’ll eat the eggs, I guess.” Erway startled us.

I spun around. “Scared me.”

“Sorry about that. How’d you guys sleep?”

“Well,” Allison said.

“And that’s everyone.” Jason closed bedroom doors as he passed them.

“Good morning, everyone.” Crystal scratched at a mop of hair. “Where’s Elysia?”

“Palmeri?” Erway said. “She went down earlier. She did not sleep well. Tossed and turned all night.”

“Didn’t bother me,” Crystal said.

“Kept me up,” Erway said.

We went down the stairs. Our Bed & Breakfast had a home cooked meal waiting, and I’d just bet a day full of activities!

I needed to keep my head on straight. Couldn’t allow myself to be sucked into this Never Never Land the Terrigino brothers created.

We took the same seats around the large table. Erway joined us, fitting in on a folding chair at a corner by where Jason sat.  The spread took up a lot of the center of the table. There were even two jugs of orange juice, and one of milk. Two oil lamps burned at either end. Gave the whole room a rather relaxing ambiance.

Never Never Land was damned appealing. No doubt about it.

“So,” Jason said as he reached for a piece of crisp bacon. “What are your plans?”

The question was vague, and was not seemingly directed at anyone in particular. “I would like permission to borrow shovels so I can bury my son,” I said.

No one moved.

“Of course,” Jason said. “If you would like, we have a tree out back. Provides lot’s of shade in the summer months. It’s tall, strong. You are more than welcome to use the ground around it, if you’d like.”

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you, I appreciate it,” I said.

He smiled. “Of course. And Jeremy and I would like some volunteers.”

Spade cocked his head to one side. “Volunteers?”

“Need a small hunting party. Dinner doesn’t grow on trees. However,” he held up a finger, “it can often be found running along the branches.”

I heard Jeremy laugh from the kitchen. The door swung open. “Biscuits are just out of the oven. Hot, hot, hot. You can cut ‘em open and lay a slab of butter in there. It should melt without spreading it. In my opinion, they are so good that they don’t even require butter, but that’s just me.”

The biscuits looked and smelled amazing.

My plate contained fluffy scrambled eggs, strips of bacon and toast. I could not pass on the biscuits though.  Figured, we might not be here long, so I might as well fill my belly. Could be a while before we eat like this again, if ever.

With a glance around the table, it seemed like I wasn’t the only one thinking this way, with the exception of the Terrigino brothers. They didn’t pile food onto their plates. They knew where the next meal was coming from. It was right in the fridge in the next room.

“I’d be happy to give you a hand, replenishing the food we’ve eaten,” Spade said.

“Thank you,” Jason said. “Someone like you, I doubt it would take very long. Jeremy will accompany you.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s something I can do on my own. We owe you that much. I’m sure your brother has more important things to do if I handle the hunting.”

“Like what?” Jason said. It was the first time I’d seen him snap, losing his cool host-like composure.

“I’m sorry?” Spade said. It wasn’t an apology, as much as a who-the-fuck-do-you-think-you’re-talking-to implication.

“No, I’m sorry.” Jason forked his eggs around on his plate before lifting a mouthful and taking a bite. He chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving Spade. “I just meant, like what is it you think there is for my brother to do? We’re up in the mountains, in the woods, while the world below us is suffering a worse hemorrhage than the black plague.”

Spade pushed back from the table. “I saw stacks of wood. Might need more chopped? Winters must be brutal up here.”

Using the tip of his tongue to pick at food in the front of his teeth, Jason again smiled, or tried to. “That is excellent. We do spend a lot of time chopping wood. The supply dwindles faster than one might think. We have a pretty efficient wood burning stove, but you are correct. Chopping wood is a daily chore. I am sorry if I sounded . . . rude. It’s just this, everything going on, it gets to me.”

“We’ve spent nearly a month watching the military prepare that camp down there. Setting up tents and cleaning the apartments inside. They made repairs to the fence, and were always coming and going. Those loud vehicles of theirs. No respect for nature, really,” Jeremy said. “We had no clue what was going on. We kept our distance, but never stopped watching them.”

“And what did you discover?”

Jason shrugged. “Only that they were expecting to lock a lot of people up inside the razor-wire compound. Of course, we didn’t know why, or what the military was preparing for. All the shit going on in nearly every third-world country, and some not-so-third-world, figured a war was coming. We didn’t take it lightly, Jeremy and me. We chopped our wood, stocked our freezers, and made sure we had a solid stack of supplies. And then we saw them. . .”

“Them?” Palmeri said.

“Those things. The zombies. They brought a few in strapped to gurneys, flown in on that helicopter of theirs.”

“Helicopter?” I said.

“Over by their little landing strip,” Jason said, pointing to nowhere in particular. “We thought for sure a new plague hit. That all these infected people were going to be quarantined in our hills. Our hills. That wasn’t going to work. Our father, he’d never have stood for it. The American military just moving in with diseased people, destroying our home.”

I put a hand on my stomach. Wasn’t sure I was going to like the rest of the story.

“What did you do? What did you and your brother do?” Spade said.

“We did nothing. We watched them. We watched the sick they brought in. Had them in collars and kept them tied to posts like dogs. Jeremy said they looked like zombies,” he said.

“I did. I knew it,” Jeremy said.

“He knew it alright. Then, a few days ago, some of those . . . zombies were outside the fence. Don’t think they were the same ones the military delivered to the camp,” Jason said.

“I was sure it was Mr. Robinson, guy who ran the little grocery store along the main road,” Jeremy said. “And then there was Loretta Breeze, she was in her night gown and just growling and moaning and wandering around aimlessly.”

“Military shot them. Put bullets into their heads. Just, killed them. You don’t shoot sick people,” Jason said.

“And again, I said, they’re zombies. Like in the movies.”

“More came out of the woods. Started sniffing their way around here. We were left with no choice. We had to shoot them. If the military was that out of sorts to the point they were shooting ‘em, it only made sense we should shoot them, too.”

“It’s the military, or I guess, the government’s fault. They brought those things up here,” Jeremy said, as he used a knife to slice open a biscuit. “So all we did was cut a hole in their fence. Gave some of the local dead a chance to enter the compound. That’s all. Served them right. That’s how we see it.”

Spade shook his head. “That’s how you see it?”

“You see it differently, soldier?” Jason tipped his head to one side. It was confrontational.

“That camp was a mobile research facility. They were going to be studying the creatures, trying to find a cure. They were looking for a way to fix the mess,” Spade said.

“A mess they caused,” Jason said.