Siege (As the World Dies #3)(150)

“Fuck you!” she screamed.

“It’s okay,” Curtis whispered. “Really. It will be okay. Y’all will be together in the afterlife. You, Travis, the baby, your dead wife...”

“Go to hell,” Katie spat at him. “Looks like Travis is going first,” Curtis answered, winking.



The moans were louder below and Katie screamed.





*

The elevator doors opened and Peggy blinked.

“What?”

Nerit walked briskly past her, sniper rifle slung over one arm, barrel pointed downwards, as she moved down the hall. “Nerit?”



The old woman stopped and turned. Her gaze was steely and her face seemed younger somehow. “You’re...you...”



“I have a job to do,” Nerit answered, walking on. Peggy backed into the elevator slowly and then hit the button for the ground floor. She had to let the others know Nerit was up and around.



To her shock, she suddenly realized she was trembling and very afraid. She wondered if Nerit being up was a good omen or bad.





*

Nerit reached the room she was looking for and knocked. When there was no answer, she pulled her revolver and took a step back. She fired and a hole was punched very neatly through the door. Reaching through, she unlocked the door, pushed it open and entered.

The air in the room was stale and she rubbed the tip of her nose. This room had no balcony and she frowned. With a shrug, she shattered the window with the butt of her sniper rifle, the glass cascading around her like silvery rain. Grabbing the comforter off the bed, she shoved the musty thing over the window ledge, then dragged a chair over.

Carefully, she climbed onto the chair, then sat down on the ledge, the comforter keeping her safe from the broken glass. Tucking a strand of hair back from her face, she brought the rifle around and smiled slightly. It felt good and solid in her hands. The wind howled around her as she perched in the window high above the fort below. Her eye became one with the scope and she looked down into her narrow world knowing exactly what she would see.

Travis came into view standing at the base of the wall. She quickly checked on the zombies and saw she still had time. Then her “eye” swept upwards and she saw Katie struggling with Curtis as she tried to hold onto the rail. Unfortunately, he was leaning over her in such a way Nerit could not get a clear shot without endangering Katie.

“One clear shot,” she whispered softly, then realized it was a prayer. “I need one clear shot.”





*

Juan wiped his brow with a kerchief and tucked it into his back pocket before reaching down to lift a concrete block up onto a cart. There were worries that one of the perimeter buildings needed reinforcement. A crew had been working on its back wall for most of the night.

“Juan! Juan! Where’s Travis and Katie?” Peggy ran toward him, her eyes wide.

Looking around the large old construction site, he shrugged. “I haven’t seen them for awhile. Why?” “Nerit is up!”



“What?”

“I saw her come out of the elevator on the sixth floor. She looked great!” Peggy looked more lively than he had seen her in the days since Bill and Dale had died.

“Holy shit! I should have known that old woman was too tough to die,” Juan declared. “But the weird thing is she had her sniper rifle,” Peggy continued. “And she looked deadly.”



Juan’s brow furrowed. “What the hell does that mean?”

“No clue.” The wind was loud, blowing hard off the hills and whistling through the fort. Juan turned to feel the air rush over his sweaty face. It felt soothing. Yet, he did not feel soothed.

“Shit, something is wrong, isn’t it?”



He began to walk back toward the hotel feeling grim and afraid. Just then a bulldozer pulled across his way, hauling a load of stuff for a catapult. Forced to go around, he and Peggy ended up going along the old perimeter wall. “Nothing feels right,” Peggy said shortly. “You know, zombies coming!”



“Yeah, but Nerit being up and armed...” He shook his head as he walked. “Something is up.” It was then he heard Jenni’s voice shout “Hey, f*ckface” and the whole world changed.





*

Katie felt her grip slipping and Curtis was smiling madly down at her.

“It’s okay, really. It’s fine, let go.” He kept saying to her. She screamed again, but felt as if the wind tore it from her lips and dissipated it.

“You’re going to die, Katie,” Curtis whispered to her as he pried her fingers loose at last. He leaned far over her, shoving her back from the rail, her fingers of her other hand beginning to slip. “You’re going to fall and die.”

The moans of the zombies were closer now and Travis was swearing at Curtis, his voice full of despair.

“You’re going to die, Katie, just like Jenni did. This is the end of your little Thelma and Louise story. No one can save you,” he said softly.



“Hey, f*ckface,” Jenni’s voice said sharply. Katie caught sight of Jenni standing behind Curtis. She looked real. Solid. When Katie had reached the wall, Jenni had vanished. To see her again, Katie sobbed with relief.