Siege (As the World Dies #3)(81)

Everyone began shouting as chaos erupted.

Nerit calmly stepped in front of Thomas, blocking Calhoun. “Stand down.”



“It’s a f*cking zombie,” Thomas shouted at her. “...damn clones…” Calhoun muttered.



“He’s just a crazy old man!” Katarina had her gun pointed at Thomas. “Stand down!”

“He looks like a f*cking zombie,” Valerie protested. “Do zombies talk?” Katie stepped forward and she felt Travis holding her arm, making sure she didn’t rush forward.

“...Government set them free…Amazonian conspiracy…gawdamn aliens…” Calhoun was saying in a low voice as he lay on the floor.



Kevin gently pushed the weapons down that his people had trained on the old man. “He smells dead.” “But he’s not,” Nerit assured them. “He’s just crazy.”

Thomas and Valerie slowly relaxed, looking confused.

“Curtis, get Charlotte,” Travis ordered. “I think he’s hurt pretty bad.”

Katie leaned down and moved the broken camera out of the way. Gently, cautiously, she touched the old man’s matted hair. “Calhoun?”



His eyes, dazed and filled with blood, glanced toward her. “…they are hiding secrets…aliens…you know…and clones…and my head hurts real bad.”

“Sorry,” Valerie said uneasily.

“I think it’s broken…” Calhoun whispered and his eyes rolled up.

“Stop the bleeding,” Nerit ordered as she pulled a small pillow from a chair and handed it to Katie. “He looked like a zombie,” Thomas said softly.

“Shit,” Kevin muttered.



Calhoun lay silent, blood seeping into the carpet around him.





Chapter 17





1. Entering the Parlor





This is hell, Jenni thought as she walked through the mall after a few hours of scrubbing toilets and sinks with five other ladies. The mall stank of human sweat and fear. Despite all the cleaning they did, personal hygiene was not a luxury the common people enjoyed. According to one of the ladies she had been working with, only a few showers existed in the mall and most of them were upstairs where the Senator and her entourage lived. The two showers on the main level were rigidly scheduled and each person was allowed a two minute shower every four days.

She felt nasty and raw, but according to the schedule, she wasn’t to have a shower for another two days. The mall was a weird design. Its bottom floor was v-shaped with a long corridor connecting the two sides of the v halfway to form an “A.” The crossing corridor was the food court and public area, complete with a two-story waterfall that fell into a pool of water. Jenni had already been told the waterfall was off limits. It was seen as a reserve water source. Considering how little water they were given, she wondered why it wasn’t being used yet.

As she entered the food court, she saw people sitting down silently eating their rations. It looked like beans with bits of hot dog was the meal. A few kids were running around in the playscape near the waterfall, but otherwise, the scene was depressing. Soon after the news of the fort had spread, other news had countered it. Word was out that the Senator was seizing control of the fort. Hope had slowly sizzled out of everyone.



An enormous skylight let in the outside light and illuminated the area. She noticed a crisscross of catwalks that sprawled over the entire court. What looked like a fire escape-like metal stairway snaked up the back wall and over the empty fast food stalls.

She fell in behind other people waiting for food and let her hair down from its ponytail. After a few minutes in line, she was handed her bowl of beans and wieners and headed over to sit with Bill. He was eating slowly, watching the children with a sad look on his face. “They’re just waiting to die,” he said as she sat down.



“Aren’t we all?” she answered a tad flippantly.

“No, not really. At the fort we were actually living. You and Juan together. Katie pregnant. Folks do things like movie nights and special dance nights. We actually live.” Bill spooned more food into his mouth and chewed.

“True,” Jenni admitted. She shook her head a little to clear her thoughts. Without Juan and Katie, it had grown easier for her to hide inside herself and disassociate from her surroundings. Much to her distaste, she was reverting to the old, quiet Jenni who waited for her husband to unleash on her. Except now, she was waiting for something very wrong to go down. The Senator scared her shitless. Every time the attractive, yet imposing woman appeared looking down at the main floor, Jenni felt her skin crawl. “No, no, you’re right. We are different at the fort,” she admitted. “We actually are living. This is just existing. It’s not right.”



Bill sighed. “I was gonna ask Katarina out to disco night. I actually asked her out for a beer when we got back from the hospital.”

“Really?” Jenni grinned at him. “Good for you!”

“I felt kinda guilty at first liking her. My wife died a year ago, so…” Bill shrugged. “You know what I mean.” Jenni actually didn’t, but she nodded anyway. She felt no remorse about her relationship with Juan or any guilt. But then again, she had pretty much hated her husband.