Siege (As the World Dies #3)(136)

Katarina watched the undead with a growing sense of dread and horror. Her stomach rolled again. “Please, Bill, let’s just go.”

“We gotta make sure that the fort is safe,” Bill answered.



“Bill, we need to leave now!” Her voice cracked as she screamed and the sound startled her.

Bill didn’t look at her, but kept driving. He was smart not to take his eyes off the road. Just around the curve was an overturned semi-truck.

“Shit,” he whispered.

There was barely any room to edge around the truck and Bill swore as he slowed down to maneuver around it. He grabbed the CB mouthpiece. “We got an obstruction in the road. We’re going around.” There was loud static, then a voice said, “We’re moving up to rendezvous.”

“Don’t slow down,” Katarina hissed.



She gripped her head in agony and turned away from the view behind them, unable to watch the horde getting ever closer as the Durango slowed down to cautiously creep around the overturned semi.

“Bill,” she whispered. “I’m so afraid.”

“Baby, you’re going to be okay.”

“But if anything happens to you, I can’t bear it.” “Kit-Kat, if anything happens to you, I can’t bear it. I can’t. We’re going to be okay. We’ll get around this truck, then we’ll be fine.” Bill risked letting go of the steering wheel so he could grip her hand and kiss it.



It was then that the driver of the truck made his appearance. Darting out from behind the truck, he struck the window with a wrench held tightly in one hand.

Reacting on pure impulse, Bill jerked the wheel and the Durango clipped the guardrail then bounced off to hit the edge of the back of the semi-truck. Fighting to gain control of the wheel, Bill swore. Katarina fell back into the back seat headfirst.

“Bill, there’s a--” Greta’s voice over the CB was cut off as the Durango plowed into the station wagon directly behind the semi. The rending of metal and the scream of the tires filled their ears, then Bill and Katarina were tossed about inside the Durango as it flipped over and slid down the street.

“Get out! Get out!” Bill shouted,

Katarina scrambled for the door, shoved it open, and climbed out. Tumbling out onto the road from the overturned vehicle, she dared to look back. The horde of zombies was beginning to come into view behind the semi. Bill climbed out behind her. His forehead was gashed and he wiped the blood from his face as he looked back toward the zombies.



What he saw that Katarina did not was that the accident had freed the rest of the undead family inside the station wagon. They were scrambling out of the ruins of their car, decayed and wretched, and fiercely hungry.

“Kit-Kat, run!” She turned and ran. Pulling his gun from his holster, Bill was obviously in pain as he ran after her. Katarina ran as fast as she could on her banged up legs. Meanwhile, the freed family and the semi-truck driver moved with a swiftness that was terrifying. They weren’t runners, but they were fast enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bill saw something lurch up off the side of the road and reach for Katarina as she ran. Without a second thought, he tackled the thing. He crashed into the brush, the thing under him hissing and growling as it snapped its teeth at him.

Katarina started to turn, but Bill’s voice urged her keep running. She heard a gun shot and felt a sense of relief.

“Keep going,” Bill shouted.



The helicopter slowly descended in front of her like some great bird. She sucked air into her burning lungs through bruised lips and ran toward it. “Keep running, honey!” Bill urged her, more gunshots sounding behind her.



The helicopter came down to hover over the road. Katarina forced her body to move those last few steps and she collapsed into Kevin’s arms. He swung her up into the safety of the bird. Turning around she saw that Bill was not running toward the helicopter, but firing into the quickly advancing crowd.

“Bill! Run! Bill!”

“He’s bit,” Kevin’s ragged voice said in her ear.

“No! No! Bill, run!”

Bill turned and smiled at her in that special way that made her heart beat faster. Giving a short wave with a badly mangled hand, he turned back to firing into the advancing horde of undead.

Katarina felt her heart lurch in her chest as she was pulled backwards from the door by gentle hands. “No! No! We’re getting married! No!” She kicked and fought to get away, but Linda and Curtis held her firmly back from the door.

Ed moved to the doorway as the helicopter lifted up and took aim with his rifle.

“Ed, please, don’t! We’re getting married! Bill just fell! We had an accident! He’s not bit!”

The gun fired once.



Kevin and Ed both averted their eyes as Ed lowered the gun and the helicopter swung about.

“No,” Katarina said again weakly. “No! You don’t understand. We’re getting married.”





4. Open Doorways


The sound of the helicopter’s enormous blades slicing at the sky filled her ears as Katarina lay sobbing on the floor beside Bette and Linda. The two women were trying to comfort her, but there was no comfort to be gained. Her insides felt like they’d been torn out. Katarina felt like throwing herself from the helicopter and joining Bill.