Affliction Z (Book 3): Descended in Blood (29 page)

Crutches.

Crude.

Effective.

He was able to manipulate his way around the clearing and through the woods at least at the speed he could walk with his prosthetic. A more mobile form of transportation was ideal, but the crutches allowed him to make the required trip.

Back inside the cabin, he tried to come up with a way to create a spear with the knife, but no method worked well enough where he could trust the contraption. If it came down to it, the crutches could be used as clubs and the knife would be his last resort.

Sean made another pass around the cabin, searching for a hidden cut out in the wall, or loose floorboards where whoever had lived here had stashed a supply of food or weapons.

In the end, he found nothing else. But he wouldn’t call it a waste of time. Sure, he’d used time and energy, but if something had turned up that would make his journey easier, it would have paid off.

Hunger and thirst forced his mind to retreat from the thought of beginning the journey. But he had managed four or five hours of sleep and felt rested. No matter how he approached it, the trip would not be easy. He would be relegated to the road for a good portion of it if he wanted to make it home within a week.

“Time to go.”

He gathered the maps, stuffed them in his waistband, and left the shelter behind, calling on his instincts and Special Forces training to protect him on his journey.

Shuffling in the woods to his right gave Sean reason to pause. He leaned against his right crutch and retrieved the knife.

The diminutive figure emerged from the woods.

Sean whistled as he tucked the blade away.

“Come here, Marley-boy.”

He had no idea how the dog had found him. Didn’t bother to contemplate it. That would come later. For now, he was simply happy to have a companion for the journey.

Chapter 33

The deserted outskirts of Charleston left Turk feeling alone for the first time in more than a day. Even when he passed a group of afflicted, they ignored him. Stood there, staring at the sky, or off in the distance. The second group as well. Of course, Turk hadn’t treaded too close.

One afflicted could ruin his day.

Turk straddled the road shoulder for most of the trek, ducking into the woods when he had spotted the afflicted. The steady drone of insects and chirping birds followed him. The humid air smelled of wet leaves.

Two hours after he hid the kayak in a marshy creek, Turk reached his defunct bunker. He watched from a distance before making his approach. He didn’t count on anyone squatting there, but it was better to make sure.

After ten minutes, he figured it was safe. Turk crossed the field and found the earthen entry hatch. He lowered himself into the hole, then crept through the tunnel. Dull red lighting lit the passage. He had mounted flashlights along the wall when he finished the bunker. He grabbed one and flicked it on. At the end of the sunken walkway stood the bunker’s entrance. With no power, he had to manually disengage the lock. He entered the code on the mechanical keypad and waited for the click and hiss.

The door opened. Dim red light washed over the space. The bunker was deep under the Earth’s surface. The temperature was self-regulated. But the air was stale and unmoving.

Turk went straight to the storeroom.

When Turk had left with his family and Sarah, they’d carried some provisions with them. He figured they could never have enough. They faced a long journey, and had added Rhea to their group.

He pulled a duffel bag off a wire rack and stuffed it full of batteries, a handheld GPS unit, and a radio that he figured he could play around with to see if anyone was broadcasting, and parts for a solar still capable of filtering enough water for them to survive on.

He filled a rucksack with MREs and water pouches, additional ammunition, and three Glock 17s. He strapped on a belt equipped with four frags. Finally, he strapped two M16s over his shoulders. He had enough rifles and pistols for everyone to be armed now.

For the first time since he’d left the bunker, he felt safe. A bit overloaded, but the security it provided gave him renewed energy.

Turk locked the door after exiting into the tunnel. At the foot of the door, he left one of the radios with a note he had scrawled on a piece of yellow paper. It contained the channel he’d set the radio at the boat to.

From the bunker, he made his way to the house where he’d left his family.

He covered three miles in half the time it would normally take. Pain. Hunger. Thirst. None of it affected him. Adrenaline and an intense desire to hug his wife and daughter drove Turk forward.

As he approached the house, he heard his daughter call out inside, telling her mother that daddy was home.

The door opened and Turk was greeted with a rifle. He looked past it at his smiling wife.

He stopped on the front porch, letting the gear slide off his arms. “I got us a boat. Let’s go.”

Turk didn’t stay long enough to fill his stomach. It would weigh him down. He took a few sips of water, fearing cramping if he chugged a bottle or two. There would be time to replenish. Right now, he was in the middle of a mission and getting his family to the sailboat was priority one.

They met little resistance on the trip back. The few afflicted they saw appeared to be in the same trance-like state as the damned he’d seen earlier. They stared at the sky, or into the woods, or out over fields. The storm was all Turk could think of. The event had left them dazed, or mesmerized. Perhaps they attempted to follow the hurricane.

In the end, as long as the afflicted left him alone, Turk didn’t care.

He led his family through the woods when necessary. The rest of the time, they walked along the side of the road, checking the odd stranded vehicle they passed to see if it would start. Seemed all had been drained of their gas.

One potential obstacle remained. But any fears of someone stealing the kayak dissipated when they reached the swampy lane where Turk had left it. The Charleston area had miles of estuaries perfect for paddling. Turk had spent hours there over the years, and knew the rivers by memory.

He inflated the life raft and tied it to the kayak. Elana and Layla sat in it, while Sarah joined Turk in the kayak to help paddle. They navigated through the estuaries and back to open water. After getting past the breakers, the rest of the trip went by quickly.

The final straw of tension broke and faded with the wind when the sailboat was in view. Rhea waved at them from the deck. She helped secure the kayak and helped Turk get the others onboard.

“Didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend,” Elana said, smiling.

“Slipped my mind,” Turk said. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side.

After getting his daughter settled, the group sorted supplies and then filled their stomachs. Turk went over the list of repairs that had to be made before they could start the next leg of their journey.

“But I want to wait a few days before we pull anchor,” he said after swallowing his last bite of food.

“Why?” Elana asked.

The radio hissed static from the middle of the table. Turk stared at it.

“Just a feeling is all.”

Chapter 34

The ATV had run out of gas. The engine choked and sputtered and went silent. Turned out one of the gas cans had been filled with water. Addison had wondered if Phil had planned it all along.

Let them leave, but strand them.

After determining their heading, she had switched off the GPS to conserve battery. There wasn’t much distance left to cover. Less than twenty miles. Once they were close, she’d turn it back on.

Addison estimated they’d traveled more than half of the way already. She kept track of the minutes in her head, figuring every twenty minutes equaled a mile. Even with a hungry, whining seven-year-old with them. She and Jenny took turns carrying Paige on their back. Emma, though distraught, was able to keep up with them.

It was tough without the ATV. The only benefit she could find to losing it was that they could walk straight through the woods. Hardly a consolation prize, considering they’d be at their destination already if they still had the vehicle.

Unless.

The possibilities were endless. Afflicted. Other survivors who came with bad intentions. An accident.

She had to believe they were walking now because they were meant to.

Continue on the path you are on.

It had become her mantra. She whispered it, an act that drew curious stares from her fellow travelers. It took four seconds to say. Every fifteen times she repeated the phrase equaled a minute. It helped her keep track of how long they had been walking.

The day dragged on, hot and humid. The forest floor was muddy in places. In other spots it seemed as though the storm hadn’t managed to penetrate the canopies. But the evidence was there in other forms. Branches and trees had been broken like matches. They littered the ground. The area had been hit hard by the storm. What other damage had the region sustained?

She wondered if, over time, storms such as this, and the cold of winter, would eventually reduce the population to nothing.

The sun dipped low and the woods darkened. Shadows melted into the evening.

“We should stop,” Jenny said.

Addison powered on the GPS. The device had managed to lose a quarter of its battery while turned off.

“We’re close,” Addison said. “I think we should keep going.”

“Can’t see anything,” Jenny said. “You want one of us to break an ankle? What’ll we do then?”

Addison stared at the GPS. They’d covered a lot of ground that day and it might only take another hour or two to get there. But Jenny was right. They’d be navigating in the pitch black soon.

She glanced around, using the final stray rays of sunlight in search of a place to sleep. Wasn’t much around to take shelter, so she led them to the closest tree.

She and Jenny discussed whether Addison would stay with Turk or attempt to travel to Charlotte. The pull to reunite with her grandparents was strong. But, as Jenny argued, without the ATV, there was little point in attempting the journey. It was too far to travel on foot. Plus, she had no idea if they had made it. She wanted to believe life continued on the farm as it always had.

But the evidence she’d seen made a sound argument against that.

Addison decided it didn’t matter what happened to everyone else. Right now, she had three others she was responsible for. She figured Jenny would argue that point as well and insist they share the responsibility over the two girls.

“I’ll take watch first,” Addison said.

Hours passed. The night was darker than she’d ever seen. Every noise sent her heart racing. Her skin tightened and pricked and felt icy cold.

At one point, something passed by close enough she could hear its heavy ragged breathing.

Wolf? Bear? Afflicted?

Could have been anything. It hung around, circling the area, leaves and twigs crunching underfoot. She searched for the telltale eyes of the damned. If she saw them, she’d aim a foot below and open fire.

But she never saw the eyes. Or a figure. It used the surrounding woods to shield itself. The new moon offered no help at all.

In time it seemed the beast grew tired of prowling the area and ran off. Heavy steps trod through the woods, cracking kindling underfoot.

Then silence until the sounds of insects and hoot owls filled the area.

When she could keep her eyes open no longer, Addison woke Jenny and left her with instructions to wake her up at sunrise.

Sleep that night was sporadic, coming in clumps of what she hoped were hours, but more likely were minutes. She drifted in and out.

When Jenny shook her awake, a broad orange sun was peeking through the trees. Looked as though the forest was on fire. She caught the smell of woodsmoke, faint, on the breeze.

“You smell that?” she asked, twisting her torso to work out the kinks left behind from a night on the hard ground.

Jenny nodded. “Noticed it an hour ago.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I planned to if I saw flames.”

“Wonder if someone’s burning down the woods. Maybe they got someone pinned down.”

“Could be some afflicted,” Jenny said. “Trapped them and now setting them on fire. That’s how we had planned on dealing with them.”

“Or it could be someone making breakfast. Whatever it is, it’s close enough we can smell it. Should probably get moving.”

Jenny nodded, then rose and stretched.

“Anything else happen while I was out?” Addison asked.

“Nah, pretty quiet.”

Emma woke while they were talking. “Are we leaving?”

“Yes,” Addison said. “You ready?”

The girl nodded and picked herself up off the ground, wiping leaves and dirt off her clothes. She clutched her stomach for a few moments. Addison knew how the girl felt. Though she’d managed to block the pains of hunger, they hit hard at times.