Siege (As the World Dies #3)(133)

With sadness in his eyes, Bill nodded.

“Durango Two, depart,” Kevin said.





*

“We almost lost Bette and Linda,” Travis said to Katie and Juan as they entered the communication center. “But they’re okay.” “Shit,” Juan uttered. “How?”



“Runners. Sounds like they ended up with more than they expected and there were some miscalculations. They’re on the helicopter now. A little battered, but okay.” Travis ran his hands over his hair and then rubbed his face. “They’re okay.”

“And they got a lot of zombies to go off in the right direction away from us,” Peggy added from her post before the radios. “So that’s good.” “So the plan is working.” Katie sat down in a chair and ran her hand gently over her large stomach.

“So far,” Travis agreed.

“Shit,”Juan said again. He was perched on the edge of a table. “I told my crazy ass cousin not to go.”

“You couldn’t stop her from going with Bette,” Katie reminded him.

“Yeah, I know,” Juan answered. He sighed and rubbed his day old stubble. “Who’s the bait now?”

“Bill and Katarina,” Peggy replied. One of her well-manicured hands rested against the ear piece of her headset. “They just got the word to move ahead.”



Katie silently reached out to Travis and he took her hand. Giving her a small encouraging smile, he squeezed her fingers.

“Bill knows those roads. He’ll be fine,” Travis assured her. Katie gave him a hopeful, yet solemn look.





*

Don’t scream don’t scream don’t scream don’t scream don’t sceam...Katarina’s mantra repeated in her head in rapid succession. The Durango idled at the next crossroads waiting for the lumbering zombies to grow closer. There were so many of the hungry dead. They clogged up the road, filled the ditches and extended into the trees. Despite the air conditioner being set to recycle the air in the Durango, the stench was growing unbearable.



Thousands of outstretched hands reached toward their vehicle as the zombies marched toward them. They were gray and somewhat blackened by the sun. Their bristled hair stood up around their heads in the humidity and heat. Their clothes were almost unrecognizable as they clung to their decomposing flesh.

Men and women, young and old, shambled toward them. There were no signs of runners and that was a relief. “Dear God, Bill, one is in a wheelchair,” Katarina gasped.



A terribly eaten zombie was rolling its way down the road. It was being swept along by the other bodies around it. Bill arched his neck to see, then began to laugh his huge bellowing chuckle. “Shit, babe, don’t that beat all.”



A tiny little boy, a cap still on his head, baseball bat in one hand, his cherubic face somehow still cute in death, reached the Durango and banged on the door with his fist. Katarina leaned over into the backseat to look down at him. In another time, this little guy could be any little leaguer banging on his Mom’s SUV after a hard game. But this child didn’t whine or smile, it hissed and growled.

The boy began to hit the Durango with his baseball bat. “Time to go,” Katarina said.



Bill watched as more zombies came within a few feet of the Durango. “I agree.”

Slowly, the Durango moved forward onto the side road that would head into the west and away from the fort. Almost in unison, the zombies turned to follow, the little boy dragging his baseball bat on the asphalt.





*

“So why are lesbians hot but gay men aren’t to you Neanderthal straight men?” Ken asked. He felt contrary. He sat in the passenger seat, arms across his chest, staring out the window. “Uh, cause women are hot,” Dale answered.



“I have it on good authority that I’m hot,” Ken responded. “By many many women and men.”

“Eh,” was all Dale said, then shrugged. He was grinning. He enjoyed giving Ken a hard time. “I’m so not eh. I am anything but eh. I am a good and solid hunk of a man. Before I came out of the closet I had so many women after me, I was a stud.” Ken frowned at Dale. “A total stud after I came out as well. It is not my freaking fault the world died and did not provide an adequate pool of gay men for me.”

“I’m sure there are guys in the fort who are gay but aren’t out,” Dale answered.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure of it. My money is that you’re not the only Nancy boy.”



Ken sighed. “Well, they’re so deep in the closet I can’t find them.”

“It’ll happen. When the time is right,” Dale assured him.

“Are you sure you’re not gay?” Ken arched an eyebrow at him.

“Yep. Tried it...kinda...once. Well, actually I thought she was a girl. She was a guy.”

“Real Crying Gamish, huh?” “Yeah,” Dale nodded. “She was damn hot, too. Until you know...that.”

“You brute! You turned her down over that?”

“Hey, I tried. I just couldn’t.” Dale looked at Ken very solemnly. “I did try. I really did. I just...”