Red Hill (17 page)

I stared at Joey, speechless. Every word he'd just uttered and every visual that came with them sizzled as they were branded to my brain. I wanted to cry, or throw up, or run away. But instead I threw my entire body at the stranger across from me and pulled him against my chest. My fingers gripped at his ­T-shirt, hoping the tighter I held him, the less pain he would feel. His chin dug into the tender part between my collarbone and the muscle of my shoulder, but the pain meant nothing next to his. After his initial shock, he held me, too, and then his entire body shook as he mourned the loss of so many things. When his grip became too tight, I just kept hanging on, letting him do what was needed to finally grieve.

When he let go, he simply nodded in thanks and stood, walking over to the window to resume his post.

The space between us was suddenly thick and full of energy, but not the good kind. That moment, however innocent, was far more intimate than it should have been, and neither one of us realized it until the moment had passed. Being in his presence was suddenly unbearably awkward. “I'm, uh . . . going to head to bed,” I said, whispering so low I doubted Joey could hear. That statement suddenly sounded inappropriate, too, and I cringed, hoping he didn't think it was an invitation.

I turned and pushed myself off the floor, bumping into a figure standing in the doorway. I gasped, but then relaxed, recognizing Bryce. The relief didn't last long when I saw the expression on his face. He wasn't even looking at me. Instead, he was busy boring a hole into the back of Joey's head.

“C'mon. Let's go to bed,” I said, pulling Bryce with me downstairs.

His fingers were tense, as if he were holding onto a hot coal instead of my hand. He lay in bed next to me, but because he had nowhere else to go—not because he wanted to. He didn't have to say it, the betrayal he felt radiated from him like heat on a blacktop road. I had no idea what time it was, but starting a discussion that would likely lead to an argument in the middle-ish of the night wasn't appealing to me, so I closed my eyes and prayed the creaking walls wouldn't keep me awake. No matter what I said, convincing Bryce that such an intimate embrace wasn't what it seemed would be difficult when he'd calmed down and impossible when he was that angry. He had shared with me just hours before his disdain for the man I'd just had so tightly in my arms. I wondered in that moment if Bryce would have rather been outside in the dark with the dead ones than lying next to me.

Chapter Seventeen

Nathan

“
GOOD MORNIN
',”
WALTER SAID
,
GREETING
the kids with rifle in hand.

Miranda worked to produce a smile, seeming tired and cranky. “This is my boyfriend, Bryce. That's Cooper.”

I nodded to them.

“Now that the pleasantries are over,” Walter said, gesturing to the station, “looks like we have a situation.”

It was obvious why they'd had trouble. Two infected were inside the station, pushing excitedly against the double glass doors. One of them was a young girl, not much older than Zoe.

“Yeah,” Cooper said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “We've run into them before.”

“It should be just the two,” Bryce said. “Unless more wandered inside. I put down a male. He should still be lying by the cash register.”

Walter motioned for the boys to follow him. “Better let us take care of this, Nate. I don't want you to think about this every time you look at Zoe.”

Regardless of the coward I might have looked like, I turned my back and tried not to listen as Walter and the boys eliminated the infected inside the gas station. Miranda kept an eye on the situation, but Ashley did as I did and looked the other way.

“Clear,” the soldier said. The jargon and tone confirmed my suspicions.

I stayed with the girls while Walter helped them look for a switch to turn on the pump. The owner's resistance to new technology was fortunate. I wasn't sure we could have got it to work if it had been one of the newer ones.

“Okay!” Walter said. “Pull up the lever, and listen for it!”

“For what?” Miranda said.

I pulled up the lever, and the pump buzzed. “For that.”

With a big grin, Miranda began pumping the gas, and Ashley opened the trunk and pulled out three large gas cans.

“We're in business!” Miranda said to her boyfriend.

He jogged to her side, and then interlaced his fingers on top of his head when he saw for himself. “Oh, thank God.”

“I'll go get my car and fill it up, too, and then we can be on our way. You can pull up to the house and wait once you're finished here. Load up what you can.”

Miranda nodded. “Will do.”

They were all bouncing and smiling, excited that we would be leaving soon. Once I made the quick walk to Walter's house, I waved to Joy and Zoe, and then hopped into my car, which was still parked in the middle of the dead end.

“I'm going to fill up with gas, and then I'll be right back to get you.”

Zoe smiled.

“I'll pack you a few things,” Joy said. She was smiling, too, but her eyes were heavy with sadness.

Bryce was just topping off the last gas can when I pulled up. I'd passed Walter on the way. He didn't look up. I imagined he was probably sad, too, and the responsibility of surviving alone was weighing on him. Guilt burned my insides, but not enough to sway my decision. They could come with us, or we could ask the doctor's permission and then come back for them. Things weren't so bad in Shallot that they couldn't survive for another day or two. At least as long as the infected were still ambling around on the highway instead of in town.

Bryce put the last of the gas cans in the trunk, and then they crowded into the Bug. Ashley was hunched over in the backseat, sitting on both Cooper and the soldier. It looked uncomfortable as hell.

Miranda smiled. “We'll meet you at Walter's.”

“Does one or two of you want to ride with me? Looks kind of cramped in there.”

Miranda looked to the boy in the passenger seat, and then to those behind her. “Yeah, I bet Joey could fit better in your car.”

Joey lifted his hand. “Joey.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said with a nod.

They pulled out of the lot onto the street, and I pulled up the lever on the pump, waiting for the noise to click on. It didn't. I jogged into the station, and toggled what I thought was the switch, but I wasn't in there when Walter had showed the boys, so I wasn't sure which it was.

I had barely crossed the parking lot and stepped into the street when I saw an infected just a block away making her way to the highway. I turned on my heels and ran back to my car, reaching inside to pull out the bag of guns Skeeter had given me.

Skeeter. As I made my way back, I thought about my brother and sister-in-law. They were both likely dead by that point. Aubrey probably was, too. Aubrey and Skeeter's parents had been gone for several years, but knowing they were all gone made the situation even sadder. Zoe was the only one left.

When I approached the porch, Walter smirked. “You forget something?” he said, nodding to my car that still sat at the pump.

I laughed once, glad for the distraction. Walter and Joy were good people. Changing their minds about joining us at the doctor's place was still a possibility. Once I got Zoe settled in, I was determined to come back for them.

“The pump didn't come on.”

“No?” Walter said. “I can head back down there to see what the problem is.”

“Do you mind?”

Walter descended the porch steps, taking care to use the railing. “Not like I've got anything better to do, son.”

Miranda had parked in front of Walter's house, and then she and her group lingered around the Volkswagen, discussing their next move. Joy and Zoe had just come back out to the porch, Zoe with a small packed bag hung over her shoulder. Walter and I had barely stepped out into the street when gunshots rang out. We'd heard them in the distance every day, but this time they were closer. Much closer. Soon after, an engine revving echoed through the quiet streets, and then a car came careening down the main street from the highway, fishtailing out of control.

“Daddy!” Zoe yelled, just as the car T-boned mine, both crashing into the pumps.

A huge explosion accompanied by a big boom immediately took the place of the gas station. As soon as the ball of fire traveled up into the atmosphere, the charred vehicles were visible only for a moment before thick, black smoke and even more fire shot from where the pumps once were.

“What do we do?” Joy said through the hands that covered her mouth.

The kids were still standing next to their car in shock, and my hands were on my head, my fingers knotted in my hair. “No.
No
!” I yelled the second time, in complete disbelief. I knew my car was gone, but with each passing second, the comprehension of everything that being without a car meant became more real. We were trapped, unable to travel on foot, and worse, every infected lingering on the highway would be enticed back into town by the explosion.

Just as that thought entered my head, I saw the first infected. One after another they stumbled down the street, until the irregular pattern turned into groups, and then an army of undead, moving as one unit, toward the street.

“Nathan?” Miranda said, her expression frozen in fear at the sight. She reached inside of her car and pulled out a rifle. The others did the same before slowly retreating to the porch, keeping their eyes on the dirty, bloody parade.

“Move slow,” Walter warned quietly as he and I backed away from the street to the house. “Don't draw their attention over here.”

The kids were at least smart enough not to make any sudden movements. I glanced up at Zoe, who was watching with a blank face like it was something she'd seen a hundred times before. As a knee-jerk reaction, I thought about discussing her lack of reaction at Zoe's next therapy session, but there would be no more counselors, or evaluations, or IEP plans.

It seemed that once we realized Zoe was not like other children our lives had been consumed with meetings and doctor's appointments, care plans and behavior management. Life was difficult enough for those of us that could process stress and overstimulation normally. Even when we had what seemed like limitless tools to help Zoe head off or navigate the meltdowns, life would never be easy for her. A different panic emerged, one that we couldn't run away from: Those things we took for granted were no longer available. The recognition of that truth made a wave of dread wash over me. Zoe thrived on routine, and she was without treatment during this decimation of everything familiar. A plague that could last months, or years . . . or forever. Zoe would have to survive both.

“We could wait this out downstairs,” Walter said, pulling me back to the current problem. The break in his voice signaled that not even he believed his words.

I gripped the bag in my hand, thankful I'd taken it from the car. “We can't stay here, Walter. With all of those things in town, it's not safe.”

Joy's eyes left me and settled on her husband, resigned. “Maybe it never was.”

Walter's lips turned into a hard line. “Goddamnit. God damn those things.”

We all retreated inside the house. Joy scrambled around to pack, and the boys stood next to the windows to keep watch. Miranda and Ashley helped Joy put as much food as they could carry into bags, and then we met in the kitchen.

“I don't . . . have a lot of room in my car,” Miranda said.

“My Taurus is in the garage,” Walter said, grabbing a set of keys hanging from a nail on the wall. The key ring was made of multi-color plastic that spelled
ORLANDO
.

“Okay, Zoe and I will ride with Walter and Joy. Problem solved.”

Miranda nodded nervously.

“They're starting to fan out!” Bryce said.

A muffled, high-pitched yapping came from next door, and we all froze.

Joy blanched. “Dear Jesus, it's Princess.”

Bryce and Cooper leaned against the windows to get a better look. Princess continued to bark excitedly at the horrifying procession. It didn't take long for the first of them to notice the barking and veer away from the others.

“We can't wait,” Bryce said. “We have to go now before any more come down this dead end.”

Miranda nodded, and then looked to me. “He's right, Nate. It's time to go.”

“But what about Princess?” Zoe asked.

Joy leaned down to Zoe with tears in her eyes. “We'll come back for her, sweetie.”

Walter held out his hand to his wife, and we followed them to the garage. Miranda and Joey lifted the garage door while Ashley and Bryce loaded Joy's bags into the trunk. Zoe and I settled into the backseat of the Taurus and waited for Walter to start the car. After a few seconds, the engine made a sickly whirring sound and then Walter turned to me.

“Walter?” I said.

“I . . . I don't know. I just changed the oil and filter thinking we were headed to see Darla.”

“Try it again,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

“They're coming!” Ashley cried.

“Shit. Shit!” Cooper yelled, pulling Ashley toward the house.

Walter tried the ignition again, but this time the Taurus's engine wouldn't even turn over. “M-maybe it's the uh . . . alternator. I had trouble with it last year . . .”

“We don't have time to figure it out, let's go!” I said, opening the door and pulling Zoe with me.

Bryce and Joey were already fighting with a few infected by the time we made it inside. A shot was fired off, and then they were inside with us.

Cooper had a look of bewilderment on his face. “I'm sorry,” he said, a gun in his hand. “It almost bit Joey.”

I rushed to the window. More were filing down the street. Princess's barks were at an even higher pitch as the infected climbed up onto her porch and pawed at the window where she stood. Bryce and Miranda pulled the refrigerator in front of the door in the kitchen that led to the garage. A dozen or more infected were on and around the porch, pounding on the front door and windows. The glass broke, and I threw Zoe over my shoulder. “The bedrooms! Go out the back!”

When we reached the bedroom, the kids were pulling the dresser in front of the bedroom door, and Joy was pulling a long, wooden stake from the bottom of the sliding door. She stood up and immediately panicked.

“Walter? Walter!” she screamed.

Walter was standing at the other patio door, trying his damnedest to slide open the glass. He had somehow gone one way when we went the other, and, unlike us, he had no one with him to barricade the bedroom door while he tried to escape to the backyard. A group of infected appeared behind him. His eyes grew wide as they tore into him, but he kept trying to claw at the door, realizing too late that he'd failed to remove the wooden block they'd placed there for protection.

Joy was right behind me, and her loud screams for her husband made my right ear buzz. The infected mashed him against the glass, biting into him. He screamed, and the sound, although muffled, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Walter!” Joy bawled, tears streaming down her face. She clawed at the glass, and then yanked the door open. She ran to the adjacent door, working in a panic to free her husband.

“Joy! Joy! Joy!” Zoe bawled, reaching for her friend. Her words bounced as each of my feet hit the ground. I held on to my daughter tight, afraid she would wriggle free.

Joey opened the back fence gate, and led the kids to the Bug.

I watched them squeeze in, and then Bryce shut the door.

It was then that I recognized our fate. “Please, take her,” I said, standing at the passenger door.

Miranda started the car.

Bryce looked past us to what was sure to be a mob of infected headed in our direction. “We don't have room. I'm sorry.”

“Daddy, no!” Zoe screamed. She balled up her fists, gripping my shirt in her tiny hands so tightly that her arms shook.

“Please!” I said, staring straight into Miranda's eyes. “I have no way to get her out of here. She's small. She'll fit.”

Miranda looked to Bryce. He shook his head. “Let's go, Miranda. Go! Go!”

She pulled the gear into drive, and then Cooper shoved Bryce forward and reached for the handle. As soon as he reached it, he pulled the door open and jumped out.