Dead Tropics (11 page)

I closed my eyes. "They're dead, Lucas."
I made sure of that.

The boy bent down to pick up his bat. "We should go." Head bent against the roof of the drain, he moved towards the exit. Emma's eyes were shiny with tears. "I just couldn't tell him..."

"I know." I squeezed her arm understandingly. "It's not a conversation anyone should have to have. He's an amazing kid, though, Emma. "

She smiled tremulously as she tucked her bat under her arm. "He is, isn't he? Did you see how quickly he accepted the whole zombie situation? It was, like, 'oh, zombies, okay.' "

Laughing, I agreed. "If only the adults we've met adapted so well!"

Lucas was cautiously examining the area around the other end of the drainpipe. He glanced at us as we joined him. "Looks clear."

Quietly, we left the security of the pipe and stepped into the open. Under the blue skies, I felt horribly exposed and vulnerable. If even one zombie spotted us while we were in the gully, it could bring hundreds of zombies upon us.

We placed our feet carefully, taking care not to step on a crackly leaf or stick while keeping a nervous watch above us. Occasionally, we froze as we heard a nearby moan or shuffle, but, to our relief, the sounds faded away.

When we finally reached the cover of the underpass, I collapsed against the concrete wall. "Oh hell, I
never
want to do that again!"

Emma touched the wall appreciatively. "The great outdoors is definitely overrated."

"We have to get up that hill over there." Lucas interjected. He pointed to a steep incline a short distance from the overpass. My stomach sank as I realised we would be heading out into the open again. However, we weren't really any more protected here than in the open. Any zombies coming along this road would quickly spot us. The sooner we moved, the better.

Moving forward to stand beside Lucas, I examined our surroundings carefully. The road we were on circled around to join the highway above us. The left bank lay at the bottom of a hill while on the right bank, trees and a wooden barrier indicated the boundaries of the caravan park. In the distance, some figures shambling along the highway. I shivered, and craning my head, tried to check out the highway above me. I ducked back quickly as I spotted a zombie shuffling along the bridge above us. Putting my finger to my lips, I pointed above me and we waited silently for the corpse to pass.

After a few minutes, I cautiously took another look. It seemed to be clear. I strained my ears for any sound that would indicate zombies nearby, but all was quiet. Not counting the constant scream of sirens in the distance. It would seem the people here were on their own.

"Okay, let's go." I tried to look confident but my stomach was already churning. "We'll make for those trees on the bank and then regroup."

Emma raised a brow teasingly. "Regroup?"

I blushed a little. "Maybe I watch too many action movies." I glanced over at Lucas who stood silent and alert. "Ready?"

He nodded.

8

Never had being under open blue skies on a sunny day felt so frightening. As I ran, I expected to be confronted by zombies appearing out of nowhere at any moment. About thirty feet down the road, when I felt we were out of direct line of vision of the highway, I turned and headed up the roadside bank. I didn't check but I could feel Emma and Lucas behind me. The need to get under cover helped me to negotiate that steep hillside in record time. My calves screamed in protest as I topped the bank and bolted for the nearby trees.

Emma gasped as she fell in beside me, "There was a zombie on the bridge!" She took a couple of deep breaths. "It was looking the other way, though. I don't think it saw us."

"God, I hope not!" I didn't know how many more runs like this was in me. Lucas, of course, barely show any sign of exertion, apart from a bit of pink in the cheeks.

Within the walls of the tourist park, I could hear shouts and screams. Along the highway, cars continued to race past. Were they trying to escape, I wondered, or were they still blissfully ignorant of the disaster facing us? Across the road, a single figure staggered away from us. In this town, it would be easy for a driver to dismiss the sight as yet another drunk making their way home, but I knew better.

"Looks like the zombies beat us to the park." Lucas said, matter- of -factly.

"Yeah." I agreed, resignedly. "But it's still our best option."

"The entrance to the park is about a hundred feet down the road." He gestured to the highway running past us. Walking to the corner of the fence, I peered around it. The path beside the road had a lot of natural cover in the form of bushes and trees but I did not feel reassured, spotting several small groups of bodies staggering drunkenly down the road.

"It might be a better idea if we just hopped the fence here." I suggested slowly.

Lucas raised his dark brows. "Anything could be waiting for us on the other side."

After some discussion, we decided to do some scouting first. I kept a lookout while Lucas gave Emma a leg up. She peered cautiously over the fence for several minutes until Lucas said in a strained voice. "Are you done, Emma?"

She nodded and he released her quickly. "Man, how much do you eat, Emma?! You weigh a tonne!"

"Hey!" She scowled at him. "I've just got heavy bones."

Before they could fall into familiar sibling repartee, I interrupted. "Well? What did you see?"

Emma frowned. "Not much, really. This end of the resort is pretty empty. There are a few cabins that seem unoccupied, and that's it. I couldn't see what was happening at the other end but it doesn't sound good."
No kidding
. The screaming seemed to have escalated in volume in the few minutes we were standing here.

"Good. That means this is a good entry point for us." I wished I felt as confident as I sounded.

Lucas cupped his hand and looked at me. "You first."

"Gee, thanks." I said, my voice dripping with irony. Still, it was my idea. Sighing, I allowed him to boost me up and over the fence. Landing clumsily on my knees, I scrambled quickly to my feet and looked around. Nothing exciting, thank God. In fact, no sign of life whatsoever. Or the life-less, I thought with a bit of gallows humour. The absence of any activity in the area was a relief but also somewhat unnerving when the screams continued unabated not too far away.

"Okay, Emma. Your turn." I called softly. A minute later, she landed on her bum with an 'oof'.

"Nice one, Lucas." She muttered ungraciously as she stood up.

"Incoming!"

Emma looked up to see our bats come flying over. "Hey!" She protested.

With all the agility of youth and long legs, Lucas clambered over the fence gracefully. "I said 'incoming', didn't I?"

As Emma glared at him, Lucas passed out the bats. "The office is at the other end of the resort." He offered helpfully.
Of course it is.
My plan wasn't very original but, hopefully, it would work. "If we stick to the trees and bushes, we should be able to make our way to the front unseen." The other two agreed. We worked our way from bush to bush, pausing to check the surroundings before making a dash for the next chosen cover. We progressed maybe halfway across the resort before we saw our first sign of people - and zombies.

From our position behind a grove of palm trees, we watched helplessly as the camping grounds across from us became the killing fields. Bodies lay strewn across the fields. Collapsed tents told stories of battles already lost. Not ten feet from me, a man grappled with a slack-faced young woman.

"What the hell!" He was yelling. "Get off me, you psycho bitch!"

A little further away, a woman labored to place her screaming children in the car as her husband swung a tent pole wildly in an attempt to keep four zombies at bay.

In a campervan, I could see the terrified faces of three little kids peering out of the window.
Where were their parents?
Just beyond the caravan, I watched in horror as a pack of corpses brought down a young woman. As she disappeared beneath them, I had to turn away while I fought to regain my composure.

I understood now why we had not seen any sign of zombies at the other end of the park. The campers were proving to be such easy and plentiful targets - tents not offering much protection from flesh-hunting corpses - that the zombies had not yet felt the need to wander deeper into the park.

Taking a deep breath, I turned back and tried to examine the situation objectively. Some campers had already made it to their car and were fleeing the park. Others had already lost the battle and joined the zombie horde. The remaining twenty of so campers were clearly outnumbered by the corpses, three to one. I
had
to acknowledge to myself that I could not help them, as desperately as I wanted to.

We were going to have to be even more cautious now. It was going to be difficult to get past the zombies using the shrubbery, not with the next couple of blocks taken up by utility and entertainment features. Catching Emma and Lucas' eye, I indicated that we were moving and hurried over to the back of the nearby toilet block.

As we pressed our backs against the wall, I whispered, "If we get separated, we meet at the office. Okay?" They nodded, eyes wide and scared.

I swallowed hard and forced myself away from the toilet wall. Scurrying like a rat, I ran across the small open space to the kitchens. I waited for the others to join me and then I slowly inched along the kitchen wall until I reached the corner. Peering around, I saw a group of zombies standing just a few feet away. I pulled back quickly and indicated to the others to back up. We slid back the other way until we reached the other corner. Emma glanced around the edge of the wall for a long moment and then nodded at us. I followed her as we slipped quietly into the kitchen.

A body lay between the camp tables. A closer examination showed it to be a zombie body, to my surprise. A cleaver lay buried in its head.
Yay
, I thought,
strike
one for the good guys
. I slid to the far doorway and peeked around it. The laundry beckoned invitingly about fifteen feet away. Unfortunately, the route was blocked by zombies hunched over a body, gorging themselves on intestines. The body may have been male, judging from its length, but at this point, there was not much left to say for sure.

I wondered briefly what to do next - wait it out or push forward. In truth, I knew it wasn't really a question. The camp kitchens didn't have doors so there was nothing to keep the zombies out indefinitely. Lucas and Emma were looking at me questioningly. I did the universal sign for zombies - two arms held limply out in front of me - while I wracked my mind for an answer. We needed a distraction, I decided. The question was, what?

The kitchen contained the basics that campers would need to cook dinner - stove top, a couple of pans and pots, some cutlery, a kettle and a microwave. That was pretty much it. Coming to a decision, I whispered my plan to the others and then, very quietly, gathered the pots and pans, carefully placed the metal cutlery in them, and moved to the doorway furthest from the dining zombies.

'Here goes nothing.' I muttered under my breath, preparing to throw the items onto the paved pathway.

A hand shot out and gripped my wrist. Startled, I looked up to meet Lucas' apologetic eyes.

"Sorry, Lori" he whispered. "but you throw like a girl. If we're going to do this, we need this stuff to land as far from us as possible." I couldn't argue with that!

Silently, I handed over the pots and pans to him and gestured for him to go ahead. He launched the pots and then the pans through the air. With unerring aim, they landed an impressive twenty feet away on the pavement. The noise as they landed was shattering! I cringed back, terrified that the plan would backfire and bring the zombies straight to us.

I crept back to the other entrance and poked my head around the doorway. Sure enough, five of the six zombies had staggered to their feet and moved off to investigate the racket. One, however, would not be distracted from his menu. Fortunately, he had his back to us so we could still go ahead as planned.

Gesturing to the others, I - oh so gently - placed my feet on the grass. Light as a ballet dancer, I tiptoed towards the end of the kitchen block and peered around it. In every direction, I could see zombies but, thankfully, none in the immediate vicinity. With a bit of luck, we might make it to the laundry without being seen. Holding my bat forward in readiness, I crept across the grass towards the laundry, my eye always on the back of the crouching zombie. To my relief, I reached the laundry without incident.

"Now what?" Emma gasped as she joined me in the laundry. A fine sheen of sweat coated her lip.

I shrugged. "More of the same till we reach the office, I guess."

She groaned. "I was afraid you'd say that."

The laundry also sported two entrances. From the far one, I could see that we were approaching the caravan portion of the park. And beyond it, the large 'Reception' sign stood like a beacon above the building we sought. Almost there! I felt like doing a jig.