DEAD: Confrontation (9 page)

“I am only going to tell you this once,” Juan whispered. “I am leaving.
And
, I am taking everything I can with me. You follow me?”

“She’s just scared,” Frank insisted. “If she leaves this place…it becomes real.”

“You get that crap from watchin’
Dr. Phil
?” Juan scoffed. “You can say whatever makes you feel better, but the reality is that this IS REAL. It ain’t gonna get any better, and I can tell you from experience that there are some people out there that would do things to your little girlfriend that would  make death look good. Being here in the middle of a populated area is a bad decision. And seeing as how I know what this place holds, you can bet your ass I’ll be making another run here once Mackenzie is okay.”

“You’d do that?”

“Yeah…and so would anybody else that might accidentally stumble across this place. That is why I plan to clean it out within the next few weeks. The longer this place sits, the greater chance that somebody else finds it. A haul like this could set us up, not just for the winter…but permanently.”

Frank almost looked like he was on the verge of tears. Juan almost felt sorry for the kid, but these supplies could allow his group to stay on the island and focus solely on strengthening the defenses. After his time around people like Gary and Travis, Juan knew firsthand that there were some bad guys out there.

“What do I tell Donna?” Frank asked weakly. “She wants me to stay. She said that she and I could start our own little world here…like Adam and Eve” He said that last bit in a rush, and Juan could see the flush of embarrassment turn his cheeks a deep crimson.

“Look, kid,” Juan sighed. “I feel for you, but did you forget that three of your friends left looking for this girl. We have not seen any sign of them. To be honest, the girl seems a bit…off.” That was really the nicest way he could think to put it. The bo
ttom line was he thought that Donna was a few cards short of a full deck.

“I suggest you do what you can to convince her to come. Otherwise…I leave you both, and when I come back, I empty this place.”

“You would really do that wouldn’t you?” There was hurt in Frank’s eyes. Juan saw it, and for just a second he wondered if just maybe his “street” attitude was coming through.

He thought of Mackenzie…of the children playing on the beach the day the
y finished the fence. He thought of the baby they’d lost…the dog almost biting Mackenzie…and how he was out in the outskirts of Portland where the undead now ruled and he was the trespasser.

“In a heartbeat,” Juan said with finality.

Before Juan knew it, Frank had a pistol in his hand. He pointed it at Juan, his hand visibly shaking.

“She wants to be with me…and she doesn’t want to leave her home. You can leave, Juan. Leave and promise never to come back. If you do…I will let you go.”

Juan sighed. His eyes glanced at the pistol. It was a SIG Sauer P239 and it would make a nasty hole in him. He’d noticed this particular handgun in the stuff that they had carried upstairs. Somebody had taken very good care of it, going so far as to put it in a cherry wood box lined with felt along with several cases of .357 ammunition.

“Frank, I’m really tired of having weapons pointed at me.”

“J-j-just l-l-leave.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Juan asked. He glanced up at Frank to make eye contact for a second, but he could not keep his gaze away from the pistol pointed at him.

“I’m making a life for me and Donna…just like you want to do with Mackenzie.”

“You are making a mistake,” Juan insisted. “You won’t last the week.”

“How do you know?” Frank tried to stand a bit taller as if that might make a difference.

“Because they won’t let you.” Juan gave a slight nod of his head and looked past Frank.

The young man looked over his shoulder. That was all it took. Juan lashed out with a big, meaty fist that slammed into the side of Frank’s head, catching him on the temple and sending him to his knees.

Before the younger, much smaller man could react, Juan kicked the pistol that had clattered to the floor. It spun away and came to rest under a folding chair. He kicked again, this time catching Frank in the ribs and sending him onto his back.

Before the kid had the chance to recover, Juan was on top of him and had his hands pinned to the floor. Frank’s mouth opened and closed, but all that came were weak squeaks as he struggled to get his breath back.

“
That
is why you won’t last,” Juan whispered. “We are down in the basement, what could have possibly come up from behind you. That’s the oldest trick in the book, and you fell for it.”

Frank tried to speak, but a mangled croak was all he could manage. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he closed his eyes. Juan wanted to feel sorry for the poor fool, but having a gun pointed at him erased any such sympathy.

“Now I am going to let you up. I am also going to check you for any more weapons. After that, I will be tying up you and your little girlfriend until I have found a truck and loaded everything.”

Frank’s eyes grew wide and Juan could see the fear
. He also felt something warm on the back of his left leg. He sighed.

Climbing to his feet, he confirmed his
suspicions when he saw the dark stain spread across the crotch of Frank’s jeans. This was not how he’d seen this scene playing out. For the briefest of moments, he wondered if he might be handling things all wrong. If Mackenzie were here…would she approve? He brushed those thoughts aside.

Grabbing Frank by the collar, he hoisted the kid to his feet and dragged him over to a support column—four of them were interspersed in this basement.

He barely had to keep a hand on Frank’s chest to keep him in place as he was still struggling to get his breath back. In no time he had the young man secured to the wooden pillar and gagged. The next part was going to make him feel much worse.

“Donna, could you come down here for a minute please?” he called.

***

“
This fire watch tower is nicer than my apartment,” Scott said as he tossed another log into the wood stove.

“I think we hit the jackpot,” Chad said from the desk as he flipped through the book full of topographic maps. “I think this has every single trail in the park noted. Not only that, but the various campgrounds…all kinds of stuff.”

“Now if we could just find some food,” Ronni grumbled.

“One thing at a time,” Chad said with a wave.

“We haven’t eaten since yesterday morning when we had the last of the rice,” Ronni insisted.

“In case you haven’t noticed…the stores are closed,” Brett grumbled.

“Why don’t you go f—” Ronni started.

“Enough!” Chad snapped. “We could not go down
until we were sure those…wolves had moved on.”

During the first three days that they had been in the tower, there had been two more packs of the undead wolves that passed through. Chad was certain that it was two different packs b
ecause one of the packs had a black wolf that was largest he had ever seen. Not that he had extensive experience with wolves, but he’d been to the zoo. Plus, they’d had a few encounters since embarking on this journey. Also…that wolf was solid black. It stood out in the snow.

“And now that you think we can go down…just what do you expect us to find?” Scott asked without a trace of sarcasm.

“There are wild animals out here. I don’t really know what, but I do know that they are out there. If we can find something to use…like bait…we might be able to lure something in,” Chad explained.

“If we had something to use as bait…I’d eat it,” Brett said wistfully.

“Dad?” Ronni spoke in an uncharacteristic whisper.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“Can we eat a giant cat?”

“What?” Chad got up and walked over to where his daug
hter was staring out the window. Crossing the open snow field below in a slinking crouch was a cougar.

“Let’s nail it.” Brett was already heading for the door with the crossbow in his hand.

“Wait!” Chad hissed. “Look at how it’s moving. It is stalking something.”

Scott was already on the other side of the room and looking out the window. He raised his hand to signal everybody to be quiet, but to come and join him.

From this vantage, they could see a steep rock wall. It was practically vertical and thus only had little pockets of snow here and there. Standing on an impossibly narrow crease that looked like it wouldn’t provide much more than a fingertip’s grip were a trio of bighorn sheep. They were trapped. Below them was the cougar, but about a dozen feet above them was a pack of the zombie wolves.

As Chad watched one of the wolves that was swatting with a paw in absolute futility at the sheep leaned too far forward and plummeted the hundred or so feet to the snowy ground below. There was an
explosion of white when it hit, but the wolf did not reappear. However, that action was enough to spook the cougar. With ears pinned back, the big cat bounded away and vanished into the distant trees.

“Hand me the binoculars,” Chad said over his shoulder. He didn’t see any need to whisper. The zombie wolves were far enough away that he doubted conversational voice levels would attract their attention.

Scanning the cliff, he could see several of the undead wolves pacing back and forth. He wondered why they didn’t all just tumble over the ledge. Zombies, as far as he’d seen, didn’t show any sort of self-preservation instinct. Maybe the wolves were different.

After looking at all the possibilities, Chad had a plan and quickly laid it out for the group. Once everybody made it clear that they knew their part, they geared up and headed outside. As what seemed to happen to most of his plans lately, this one went off the rails almost right away.

For once…it was in their favor.

The wolf-zombies seemed to change almost instantly as soon as the group stepped out of the tower and onto the ledge. They all watched
in amazement as one by one the monsters hurled themselves off the ledge at them. Of course they did not come within twenty feet of the actual tower.

In the time it took Chad and the others to recover from the shock and surprise, the entire pack had landed
in the snow below, but the fall was such that none of them would be giving chase to anybody.

It took three attempts, but Chad was able to finally put a bolt from the crossbow into one of the bighorn sheep. It
plummeted from the cliff face, landing within a few yards of the cluster of wolves that continued to struggle despite shattered legs and backs. An hour later, all of the wolves had been dispatched and Scott was busy field-dressing their kill. Ronni watched intently, curious about the process.

“Didn’t your dad ever take you hunting?” Scott asked as he worked with almost surgical precision, skinning the carcass.

“He was in prison for most of my life.” Ronni glanced over at her dad, and not for the first time, wondered what she might have missed growing up without him.

“Oh,” was Scott’s only response. Inwardly he was wincing. In all the action of the past several weeks, he’d forgotten all about Chad’s past.

That evening, they all climbed into their sleeping bags with bellies more full than they had been in a long time. One by one they drifted off to the crackle of the fire. Contented smiles playing at the curves of their mouths even as they slept.

That peace was shattered by a scream of pain and terror.

***

“Run, Gemma!” Vix screamed.

For the first time since they’d been out on their own, Vix didn’t feel like she was in control of the situation. That was a feeling that she really hated. The worst part was that this was all her fault…and it might cost Gemma her life.

Things had been relatively uneventful the past couple of days. Vix actually found times where she felt disappointment. She
knew that she shouldn’t, but honestly, she had expected a lot more trouble from the undead than they’d encountered. In fact, yesterday they had not seen a single zombie. At least not any that were still active or out in the open. Sure, there had been a few in some of the vehicles that they passed.

There had been one particularly nasty scene where they had come upon a van. Four faces peered out from the long-since-dried blood and gore that splattered the windows from the inside and formed an opaque glaze.
None of the faces could have belonged to a person over the age of seven. The funny thing is, they just seemed content to watch her and Gemma pass. None of the children made so much as a single paw at the window. That had given her the creeps.

She was finding more and more just how wrong the books she had loved so much tended to be. In the stories it was all a
ction. People ran, fought, and died every minute. The real truth was that there were hours of boredom that were so terminal, she almost wished that a zombie would show up.

They had moved into a small residential area just as a terr
ible storm rolled in with wind so fierce that the downpour was coming horizontally. They had to move deep into the building that they sought shelter in to avoid being soaked.