Infection: Alaskan Undead Apocalypse (23 page)

“Guys, I hate to interrupt, but I think we’ve got company in one of the houses across the street.”

Neil, still feeling exposed and a little defeated, asked, “Yeah? And your point is?”

“I’m talking about people. You know, the live variety, and not the kind that wants to have all of us for dinner.”

Feeling excited and even a little hopeful, Neil asked, “What?”

“Yeah. I think we...well, Rachel saw someone across the street in one of the houses. And I think that they know that we’re here too.”

Emma was back at the window again. She was sure that she saw movement at the corner of the drawn blinds in the house across the way. Maybe she was just being hopeful and seeing what she wanted to see as Ivanoff had suggested, but she didn’t believe that for even an instant. She was wondering if there was a way to get their attention without getting the unwanted attention of those things down on the street between them.

The ghouls, whose numbers had grown over the past several hours, had been gradually making their way down into the cul-de-sac. They were an impassable barrier...a sea that defied navigation. Emma knew that if there were people over there, then the barrier would have to be addressed. Until then though, she just had to find definitive evidence that there were people there so that Doc Caldwell and the cop would believe her and help her in coming up with a solution. As it was, the good doctor and the cop had spent most of their time resting and eating and waiting. They felt as safe as they had since that early morning when they had escaped the hospital. But if there was anything that she had learned over the past few days, it was that safety was fleeting and that it was dangerous to get comfortable and complacent. So she watched and waited and hoped for a sign from across the street.

Why does she gotta stand there like that? Does she wanna get us caught? Maybe she’s just trying to tease me and the Doc with her ass. Slut. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Acting like she can see something across the way. What kind of fool does she take me for?

Why is it that she’s the only one who seemed to be able to see signs of actual life in that house?
Just wishful thinking. He knew better. He was prepared...his soul was prepared. The End of Days isn’t about surviving; it’s about judgment and redemption.

It was probably that sense of judgment that had restrained Officer Ivanoff up until then. He had gone back and forth between wanting to strangle her and wanting to take her since they had started their flight. How many days ago was that? He’d lost count. As they settled cozier and cozier into the house though, he was starting to feel that restraint was pointless. And he started to get the sense that she even wanted him to take her. The way that she swayed her hips and shook her hair was full of temptation and she knew it. She was the sort who used her wiles to get her way. He’d come to that conclusion days ago. She was of low moral values and not deserving of respect. She probably didn’t want respect. He was starting to think that maybe he should show her a lesson and then maybe she would see the error of her ways.

He looked over at the doctor, who was asleep. The doctor turned on the couch and let out a long, slow breath that came from deep down. It was breath full of fear and doubt. The Doc was probably thinking about her too. It was probably going to be up to Mal to get things started. They’ll both thank him afterward. He just knew that they would.

The woman could sense some of what he was thinking. At least that was how he interpreted her impression when she looked away from the window back at him. In apparent frustration, she walked away from the window and went down the hall.

Sensing his cue, Officer Ivanoff stood up and very gingerly made his way down the hall after her. Yeah, she was going to appreciate this and so was he. It had been a long time since he had last been with a woman. This time though, it would be different. They hadn’t been drinking, so there were no doubts and no excuses for anyone.

Seeing his shadow come down the hall after her, Emma shook her head and said, “If you’re coming down here to hassle me or to talk about God, then I have to admit that I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now.”

Standing in the doorway, he didn’t say a word to her. He walked through and shut the door behind him, startling her somewhat.

“What do you want, Officer?”

“I think you know what I want, and it’s the same thing that you want so just drop the act. Okay?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“That mouth of yours...you’re just trying to get me riled aren’t you? Well, honey, I’m already there.”

He walked across the room as she retreated toward the closet. “I don’t know what you had in mind, but I don’t like the way that you’re talking to me.”

“You know perfectly well what’s on my mind.” He was leaned forward on the balls of his feet, like a predator ready to pounce. He narrowed his eyes and turned his lips up into a snarl.

“You had just better back the fuck off.”

“You say no, but I can see that you don’t mean it. You’re just like all women.”

Looking around for anything with which to defend herself, Emma saw nothing. She was in a child’s bedroom that was full of safe, soft toys, pillows, and blankets. She backed slowly into the closet and nearly fell over a wooden rocking horse that had been pushed off to the side by its previous rider. He stepped closer as she regained her balance and took her eyes off of him.

Desperate she said, “I said no and I mean no! Now get the fuck away from me.”

“Oh, sweetie, we’re gonna have such fun. You’ll see and then you’ll regret having made us both wait as long as you did.”

Tears of anger and fear started to spill from her eyes as she continued to back up. The clothes hanging in the closet welcomed her into their domain like the embracing limbs of a dense forest. She tried to get around him, but he was too close now. He was almost upon her. Her breathing was strained and frightened. His was deep and hungry. He grabbed her by the arm and forced her back farther into the closet. She fell backward, hitting her head on the back wall and sliding down to the floor. He tried to grab her blouse as she fell, but only came away with her nametag that was still on her chest.

Lying there and still desperate for rescue but too terrified to make any loud noises, she looked to both sides and then she laid her eyes on it. Leaning in the corner of the closet was an ancient Louisville Slugger miniature wooden baseball bat. It was the sort of thing that professional baseball teams would give away at season openers and for special events to the first hundred or thousand or however many people to come into the park. It was primarily a toy but it was solid wood and just about the right size for the confined space in which she found herself.

She reached out and grabbed the small bat with her left hand and swung almost in the same motion. The bat found its mark on the police officer’s shin. He hopped up onto his other foot almost immediately as the pain registered. She didn’t hesitate and swung the bat, trying to hit him in the crotch. She missed and hit him instead on his hip. It was enough though to force him back on his heels. She got to her feet as quickly as possible and came at him, not satisfied with merely defending herself. She wanted to hurt him as much as he wanted to hurt her.

He reached to his hip for his pistol, but remembered that he’d taken off his belt in the living room before following her down the hall. Even his mace was missing. He gritted his teeth and held up his hand to try and calm her. She didn’t wait even an instant. She hit him on his upheld hand and then on his arm. He recoiled with the pain but then wheeled around with both of his fists up.

“You fucking bitch! We’ll see who’s gonna get who. Put that fucking bat down before I really decide to teach you a lesson.”

She swung the bat at him, solely with the intention of forcing him back just a little farther so that she could get to the door. He hadn’t locked it, so she opened it and backed herself through it, closing it as she did.

He leapt forward and landed hard against the now closed door. He shouted, “You fucking slut!!! You’re fucking dead!!”

Already hearing the commotion in his sleep but unable to wake, the shouting was enough to draw Dr. Caldwell to consciousness.

He was just waking and sitting up when Emma came running down the hall with a bat in her hand.

“What is going on?”

“That fucking cop was trying to rape me.”

“What?” he asked in disbelief.

Looking down the hallway toward a very angry Officer Ivanoff who was just then coming through the bedroom door, Dr. Caldwell stood up and demanded, “What the hell is going on, Mal?”

“That bitch invited me back to a bedroom with her and when she changed her mind, she got all defensive and violent. She fucking hit me with a bat.”

“I what!?!” but Emma didn’t wait for the police officer to repeat his story. She leaned back and let the bat fly. The wooden projectile glanced off of the officer’s back as he ducked and then went through the front window. The smashing glass caused both Officer Ivanoff and Dr. Caldwell to cringe, but Emma wasn’t done. She looked down and saw the police belt on the reclining chair. She lifted up the holster and made her way around the doctor.

Officer Ivanoff backed away slowly and tried to calm her with, “Now let’s not be hasty. The broken window might draw those things’ attention but a gunshot definitely will.”

“You piece of shit. You act like I should care.”

She threw down the belt and holster, having retrieved what she needed. Malachi Ivanoff ducked his head down behind his hands and lowered himself into a protective crouch. Emma didn’t wait for even a moment, she took aim and let loose with the mace she had taken from his belt. The stream of caustic vapor and liquid found its mark, finding the police officer’s face, eyes, nose, and mouth. He fully expected to be shot, so when he was only maced, his relief mixed with the wholly unexpected kind of pain that he was experiencing. He fell backward as if he had been shot and screamed.

“My eyes!!! My eyes!!! I can’t see!!”

He shouted some more profanities and fell to his knees as he rubbed and rubbed at his stinging burning eyes. “I’ll fucking get you, you bitch!”

“Yeah, you already tried once and look where it got you. Go fuck yourself!”

With both of them spent from the past few seconds of activity, there was a sudden quiet that settled over the room. The quiet, of course, was immediately overwhelmed with the sound coming from the street and yard below. Dr. Caldwell went to the now broken window and looked out.

“Dammit. We gotta get outta here and fast. Can you guys put this behind you until we’re clear of this place?”

“Fuck him. Leave him here.”

“Don’t you dare listen to her, Doc. She’s the one who caused all of this. I’m a cop for Christ’s sake. Who you gonna believe, me or her?”

The shattering glass drew everyone’s attention and shored up the opinion that there were people in the house across the street. It had quite obviously also had the same effect on the monsters in the street. It was as if they already suspected that there was fresh meat nearby and had just been waiting for their cue. As a single body, the hundred or so of the things began to congregate outside the house. Milling about in their tattered shreds of clothing and with their grey rotting flesh, the ghouls filled the street. There was an animalistic excitement that swept through the undead bodies. Their tics, random but constant, smoothed considerably with their new focus, though their movement by and large had become much stiffer and more rigid. They were rotting, and their dexterity was starting to suffer. To Jerry, watching from a front window in the bunkered house across the street, this was the best news he’d learned in quite a while. Perhaps they could outlast these things. Maybe they would decompose to a state of immobility. There was hope...perhaps.

He watched and shook his head as the still unrevealed person or people in the house across the street made a foolish but predictable mistake. From the second floor broken window came hurtling a broken bottle with a flower-like flame dancing from its top. The glass hit the pavement in front of the yard and amidst the large group of zombies. The resulting flash and fire engulfed close to a dozen of the things, who barely even reacted to the change. The fire went out soon enough, leaving the ghouls smoldering and reeking of burned flesh and hair. Neil had described their smell pretty well from his very close encounter with one of them, but Jerry hadn’t been able to smell them himself. The new smell from the impromptu and half-assed attempt at a barbecue in the street was nauseating even through the closed windows of their sanctuary.

And then he chuckled when he saw yet another of the improvised Molotov cocktails tossed out. The second bottle didn’t travel nearly as far and exploded with a much larger ball of flame and plume of black smoke. Quite obviously, the second of the bombs was a larger bottle filled with more of whatever flammable liquid had been found. The second blast caught the larger group’s attention momentarily. All of the undead eyes seemed to turn themselves at this latest distraction.