DEAD: Confrontation (33 page)

“Sounds kinda iffy then,” the other female voice was saying. “Plus, are you even sure that Winters will go for it?”

“He seems to know the Marine, but if that is his only tie, I imagine he is much more realistic than to let something like that get in the way. Plus, you say that one of the women is very pregnant? There is no way that he can pass that up.”

“Once we get down to the camp, I will take care of the kid. You are probably more the type the jarhead will go for.”

“Why?” the Hispanic sounding voice asked with a bit of a laugh. “Because we have the same hair style?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Rios,” the voice I had ne
ver heard before said with one of those snorting laughs that some people find cute. I just think it sounds like you are sucking snot down your throat. “You just tell him you have some cool weapons to show him and I bet he follows you anywhere.”

“And how are you goin
g to get the kid away from the Marine and the redneck?” Rios asked.

“You know of any teenage boy who can resist
a pair of boobs?” the other one said with a laugh that faded as they went over a ridge.

Damn, I hated the fact that I was actually right. Even worse, I was going to have to try and convince Jon. Finishing with my clean up, I buried my dirty clothes and headed back to the road. When I got there, I waited for a second before actually coming out of the trees and stepping on to the road. Chances were that this would be the last time that I would be able to observe ever
ybody without it looking obvious.

Winters was over with a couple of his men and a woman with curly brown hair. She reminded me of
a teacher I had in math. She was pretty in that smart way with her glasses and large eyes that seemed to haunt many of the dreams I had back then.

It only took me a few minutes to take everything in, but the problem was that I really have no idea what I am looking for. It’s not like there is an arrow
pointing down from the sky or something. Jon and Jake weren’t standing near one another, and both seemed to be swapping stories with the other soldiers.

When I did finally walk out of the trees, nobody seemed to pay me any mind. Gabe glanced my way, but he didn’t look like he was doing anything more tha
n ensuring that I wasn’t a left over zombie. Jon made eye contact, but went back to talking.

I started doing a check on my stuff and prepared for the eventual order for us to move out. Since I was paired up with Jake on the road, I made my way to him. As soon as I reached his side, he stopped talking to the other soldiers.

“Come with me for a second, Billy,” he said and headed towards an opening on the other side of the road. We walked about thirty yards or so before he stopped and turned to face me.

“What were you thinking?” he hissed. “You know better than to wander off like that. Jon and I have done nothing but talk you up and you made us look like fools.”

I stood there for a second with my brain thumbing through all the things that I could say. Finally, I decided on the truth. My mom always said it was the best choice.

“I feel like I am being kept out of the way,” I said. “I made sure the way was clear before I moved ahead. Gino and Gabe had it all under control. I just figured that I could get around b
ehind the herd and do some damage.”

“And you almost walked right into the middle of a patrol,” Jake countered. “You could have gotten yourself killed. Those people are professionals. They are real soldiers. That is probably the only thing that saved you. Some antsy civilian might have shot you first, then checked to see if you were a zombie.”

“But they never saw me,” I protested.

“Sure they did.”

“If that is what you are being told, then…” I looked around to ensure that we were really alone. Of course, somebody could be hiding in some nearby trees changing his or her pants, but I figured it was safe to assume I was the only one with that problem today. “It’s a lie.”

I stared at Jake and waited for him to laugh or tell me I was full of it. Instead, he sort of did what I just had done; he looked around as if to be sure that we were alone.

“Tell me why you just said that.” He wasn’t challenging me. It felt more like he wanted to check my facts against his own. I gave him a brief rundown of all that I had heard. The entire time, he just nodded. However, I also noticed that he was looking everywhere at once without moving his head.

“You aren’t exaggerating any of this?”

“No, I swear.”

We stood there for a few seconds before he seemed to flip a switch. All of a sudden, he was the laidback guy again. I had a sneaking suspicion that I had just seen the real Jake. That ‘Good Ol’ Southern Boy’ thing was his way of tricking people into
underestimating him. The thing is, it had worked on me for as long as I’d known him.

“You keep your mouth closed and stick to my side.”

“What about Jon?” It seemed like this was definitely something that he should know.

“You let me worry about him. Now, we need to get our butts back before anybody becomes suspicious.”

I nodded and went to head back. I felt a firm hand grab my shoulder. I turned, and that really serious face was back.

“You did good, Billy. Now, when we get out there, I want you to act like I tore you a new one. Sulk and pout.”

“I don’t pout,” I protested.

Jake laughed. “Yeah…you do. You should see your face when we send you down on laundry duty or tell you to keep an eye on Thalia and the others while some of us have a meeting.”

Well that is different
, I thought.
And I’m not pouting, I’m just annoyed that I get sent on stupid jobs
. I turned back and headed for the road. Just before I broke through the trees, Jake whispered loud enough so that only I could hear.

“And trust me…you ain’t the only soldier to crap his pants.”

I’m not sure if he said that as a compliment or to get me to—as he put it—sulk and pout. Still, as I stepped out onto the road, I glared at Jon.

A few min
utes later, we were all headed down the road. Hopefully La Grande was not too much further. I wondered if we were still going there for supplies, or is there was something else that I hadn’t been told.

***

“Just around the bend and the town will be in sight,” Jake said. “Now, you are sure that you know what to do?”

“I’m positive.”

All the rest of yesterday, and probably a dozen times since we woke up this morning, Jake had been in my ear. I never saw him actually speak with Jon, but the thumbs-up he had given me from across the camp, coupled with that tight-lipped nod, told me that we were going to execute our plan.

To say that I have a huge dose of nervousness right now would be putting it as mildly as possible. Twice this morning I have had to focus and stop my hands from shaking. Of course, I have the easiest job of all of us I’m sure. Jon’s statement about looking forward to the assignments that are easier was suddenly sounding like prophecy.

Everybody was busy around camp getting things ready. It is kind of funny. When you are looking for something, it is either impossible to find, or pops up and screams in your face. For the past thirty hours, Tiffany Hopkins—the female soldier with the curly dark hair that reminded me of my old math teacher—had been flirting with me like crazy.

It was really funny to see her try so hard. Seriously, hadn’t she heard her own words the other day? A wink and a smile would have gotten me to do anything she asked (prior to kno
wing that she was part of some plan to do something nasty to my friends).

Last night, after a cold dinner of something that tasted like it had been scraped off the ground, I took my watch. It was not r
eally a surprise when she turned out to be my relief. She came out to where I was posted up on the hood of what had once been a fairly expensive looking sports car and slid next to me.

She introduced herself and we were mostly just sitting there in silence. I finally remarked that she was a bit early for her watch. She told me she was having trouble sleeping and then did this stretch and yawn thing where her body was backlit by the fire from camp. It was really sexy. My hormones could care less what my brain was saying about the fa
ct that this lady was up to no good. I was glad it was dark so she couldn’t see the reaction certain parts of me were having.

“So, did you enlist just before all this insanity happened?” she asked as she took her seat beside me again, her leg right up against mine.

“Nope, I was just getting ready to graduate…” I knew I was about to ring the death knell on any possibility I had of getting to sample any of what she thought she would be luring me in with, “…high school.”

“Wow…you sure don’t act like it.” I have to admit, she was pretty good. She didn’t even miss a beat.
“So you’re what…eighteen…nineteen?”

“I think I turned eighteen a couple of months ago,” I said.

My mind drifted for a few seconds. Yeah, I was pretty sure that I turned eighteen right around the time that Teresa and Jamie died. Nobody was in much of a mood to do any celebrating. And honestly, I completely forgot. Birthdays are not such a big deal any more. Just seeing the next day is the real present.

“I hear your camp is mostly females…I bet a young, strong guy like you is in high demand.”

Once again, my mind drifted. The fact was, I had a bit of a crush on that one lady, Fiona. Of course she’s dead now. Christina is cute, but she is like…six or seven years older than me. That made me wonder. What has happened to all the girls? Teresa couldn’t have been the only teenage girl to survive. Could she?

“…maybe we can get together?”

Damn, I hadn’t been listening. But it sounded like she was offering to hook up later. I played along as best I could.

“That would be cool,” I said with a shrug that, despite the fact I knew this was all jus
t an act, I hoped it came off not sounding stupid. “You got like your own tent or something wherever your people are camped?”

I hadn’t been asked to find out anything. I was told to play along. And if she tried to get me alone before we got to La Grande, I was supposed to make an excuse, slip away and get Jake. Still, if I could find out anything, that information might help la
ter.

“We have a pretty good set up,” she said. I suddenly r
emembered how Dr. Zahn said that people didn’t take me serious enough for me to really register. If she only knew how right she was with that statement. “There was this recycling plant just as you come into the city from the north…we have that place set up pretty good. There was this RV place right next door. Almost everybody has their own home of sorts. We are right by a small river, so we have most of what we need. It’s crazy, I’m from Santa Fe, there is nothing like this place that I can compare it to with the woods nearby so full of game. As long as you don’t come across any wolves…”

She shuddered and I remembered back when Doug and Cheryl first joined our group. Zombie wolves are a whole new brand of scary.

“…and the fish almost jump out into your hands. It’s crazy, but if we could figure out a way to build a giant wall like that one in China and have it go around Oregon and Washington, I think we could rebuild. It would be a modern day Garden of Eden.”

I waited for it. If she said it, I was going to have to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing.

“Maybe you could be Adam…and I could be Eve.”

I was so glad that it was dark. Of course, I have to admit, if I didn’t know that she had some sort of evil plan as her en
dgame, I would have been drinking this up.

In the end, I
copped some sort of lame excuse and made my way to me sleeping bag. As I was climbing in, I couldn’t help but think about my old high school math teacher. In the dream, she made me stay after class. They all pretty much started and ended the same way.

“Just remember, whatever happens, you stick with the plan.” Jake’s voice made me jump. I had been
daydreaming and now was most definitely not the time.

“I will,” I promised.

After all, my part was pretty easy. I really only had one thing to do that was even remotely dangerous…or with the potential to be dangerous at least.

Sure enough, up ahead, we saw a bridge that would take us across the water that rushed past with that sweet hissing sound. I had to smile. Tiffany had called it a river. Nobody around these parts would consider that little thing that ran past as anything more than a little stream.

I tried to act like Jake and look around without making it look obvious. I counted ten people manning two handmade towers that had a catwalk running between them. Those towers were about twenty feet high by my guess. Following the fence (which was really just a lot of metal of all different shapes and sizes welded together) I saw that more towers were along what I had to assume was their perimeter every hundred yards or so. There were maybe a dozen or so total.

I certainly had not seen anything like this when we had made that rescue run for those folks that had been trapped in that warehouse. My memory was starting to mash together, but I was pretty sure that was where we picked up Sunshine.