Siege (47 page)

“But I don’t believe in putting anyone outside these walls just because we don’t like what they do!” Peggy’s voice trembled with her emotion and her eyes were full of tears. “Death is outside those walls and we’re all safe in here. Even if we don’t all agree on what is right and what is wrong, we all got a right to live!”

“God’s judgment is on this fort. Sin fills its halls with gambling, alcohol, dancing, fornicators, adulterers, homosexuals and false prophets!” Mary looked sharply at the Reverend. “You’re leading them astray!”

“God is a God of love, not hate!” The Reverend rose to his feet. “You have no right to put words of hate in His mouth.”

Mary’s face was full of cold fury. “Jesus will judge you harshly for leading His people astray.”

“Well,” Bill’s big booming voice rang out as he stood up. He adjusted his belt around his beer belly and fastened his eyes on Mary. “As a good Southern Baptist boy, son of a minister, and former summer missionary to Mexico, I gotta say I don’t remember Jesus saying anything about being so damn hateful.”

“You’re a fornicator and a man with a serpent’s tongue,” Mary shot back. Katarina stood up abruptly behind Bill, her face as red as her hair. “Bill and I have never had sex! We’re waiting until we get married! You have no right to say that! You don’t even know us! I was raised Baptist, too!”

Nerit rose smoothly from her chair and gently took Katarina’s hand to calm her.

“Harlot,” Mary snapped and her imposing husband behind her added, “I saw them kissing with tongues. Disgusting whore.”

“That is enough,” Travis said loudly into the microphone. It hissed and sputtered for a moment.

Travis felt fiercely angry and his face felt like stone. His eyes were so hot in their sockets he felt as if they would explode into flames. Everything he and the others had fought for was being torn apart.

“You have no right to judge anyone here. Didn’t Jesus say judge not least ye be judged?” His voice was firm and clipped.

Mary lifted her chin a little and her eyes narrowed. “A sinner needs correction.”

“Jesus said to love one another,” someone called out. “He said to love!”

“Lucifer himself used the scripture to his purposes,” Mary hissed.

“Is that where you learned it from?” Ken asked smartly.

There was laughter throughout the room.

“We will not stay and be slaughtered with the sinners!”

“Then leave,” a voice called out.

It was Kevin. He looked as fierce as Travis felt.

“Then take your followers and leave,” Kevin repeated. “We’re not going to hold you here like the Senator held us hostage. Just go.”

“Agreed,” Nerit said from nearby.

“God has passed judgment on this fort and you must repent,” Mary repeated, but she was losing her fire as more and more people were standing up and voicing their opinions. Some were quoting scripture right back at her, others were just angry.

The small Hindu population sat together in silence, their discomfort clear. A few of the old-timers of the town reached over and patted their shoulders, reassuring them.

“Most of us here would call ourselves Christian,” Eric said abruptly.

“Whether we are Catholic or Protestant, we all believe in the message of Christ. Even those of us here who are not Christian but of other faiths or no faith at all deserve to be loved as Jesus commanded. So if you want to hate, then hate somewhere else. Personally, I am done with you.”

“Your sin will be your downfall,” Mary shrieked. Her eyes seemed too wide and her voice was harsh.

“Then it’s our choice. What is yours?” Travis asked firmly. “Are you staying or going?”

Mary clenched her hands at her side. Around her, the followers that had made their stand with her looked uncertain and looked to her anxiously.

“We will not stay and bear the judgment of the fornicators, idolaters, and pagans.”

“Fine then,” Bill said. “I bet we could give them some supplies and a few vehicles, couldn’t we?”

“I don’t see why not,” Nerit said in her ever so calm voice.

“Any objections?” Travis asked. He felt a little calmer now that most of the fort had sided against the extremists.

No one raised their hand.

“Then we will be leaving immediately,” Mary said firmly. Her tall, imposing husband nodded his head grimly and motioned to the others to leave. Slowly, the thirty or so people filed out of the room.

“We have seen the enemy,” Eric whispered, moving closer to Travis.

“Yeah,” Travis whispered back. “Yeah.”

It took a few minutes for things to settle down. Slowly, some sort of calm returned. Juan kissed his kids and moved up to help set up the large maps and plans they had prepared. He looked pale and grim.

Travis returned his gaze to the people staring up at him and took a deep breath. “The fort is about life. It’s about a new beginning. It’s about building a new world out of the old. It’s about not making the same mistakes of the past. We may not always get along or share the same opinions about things like religion or ethics or what have you, but we gotta respect one another or we’re going to rot away at our core and end up destroying everything we have now. And what we got is a chance to fight for what is ours and to keep growing stronger. I am not a perfect man. I am...yeah...a sinner. I fall short of the mark a lot. But I believe in a God that will honor those who work hard to do what is best for everyone. I think He…or She…whatever you believe God is…has been helping us along. I’m not a highly religious man, I admit to that, but I believe in the goodness of the human heart and the integrity of the human spirit. And I think God does, too.”

Tears stung his eyes as he finished and he took a deep breath as applause filled his ears. A few black women shouted, “Preach it!” A few old fogies said, “Amen.”

“So let’s get to planning and doing and let the good Lord lead us on,”

Travis said.

He caught sight of a few women waving their rosaries at him and the Hindu people smiled at him. The lone Muslim gave him a thumbs up and the one person from Mary’s group who had chosen to stay behind gave him a firm, stern nod. Beside him Katie was smiling proudly and he felt himself blushing.

“I’m going to turn this over to Kevin now,” Travis said and stepped back. He felt relieved to some degree and smiled over at Eric, who nodded with approval.

Juan held up the first poster board and Kevin stepped forward. “Now, this is what we have to do…”

3. The Unexpected Guest

Nerit felt bone weary as she entered her small hotel room that she now considered her home. Her old dog was asleep next to the bed, snoring loudly. He was sleeping more and more in his old age and she didn’t blame him.

Kevin lingered in the doorway, watching her with some concern. She favored her leg as she walked now that she was out of view of the fort populace. She always made sure that no one could see how much her arthritic hip hurt her. It was important to her that people see her as indestructible, to trust her and her abilities.

“We should get you some medicine for that,” Kevin said after a beat.

“Hospitals aren’t safe,” Nerit answered as she sat down in the large recliner tucked into the corner of the room and slowly exhaled. Leaning against the open door, Kevin shook his head at her. “You’re a bull-headed woman.”

“Yes, I am.” Nerit smiled.

Her old dog woke up and tottered over to her and laid his head on her knee. Scratching him behind the ears, Nerit slowly relaxed into the chair.

“Makes it hard to take care of you.”

“You know you don’t have to watch over me.”

“I know, but it makes me feel better,” Kevin answered. His eyes were concerned and she appreciated it despite herself. “Think the fort took the news well?”

“As well as could be expected,” Nerit answered.

Kevin took a step into her room and the door shut behind him. With a solemn look on his face, he walked over and sat on the ottoman near her feet. “We need to talk about something important.”

“All right,” Nerit answered, waiting.

“If they get in, if there is no hope, if we can’t get out,” Kevin started.

“You have a plan.”

“Yes, explosives set in the ballroom.”

“All right. If you want, I can detonate them. I will take care of it,” Nerit answered. She gazed at him solemnly and sincerely. She would kill their friends and family to keep them from the brutal death the undead gave so ferociously.

Kevin sighed. “No one can know about the explosives.”

“Agreed. Just make sure that you wire it up with enough explosive to destroy the ballroom and everyone in it. Make it a fast death.”

Kevin rubbed his brow. “I hope it doesn’t come to that. All of us retreating to the ballroom just to face death by explosion.”

“Of course not. Neither do I,” Nerit answered softly.

“I would hate to think that I brought all those people here just to die.”

Kevin sighed wearily. “I really thought we were safe here.”

“We are. For now. We just need to make sure things stay safe,” Nerit answered. “At least we don’t have to worry about the Vigilante on top of all of this.”

“The Vigilante was the Senator’s sister, right?”

“Yes. And good riddance to her.” Nerit ran her hand slowly over her hair.

“We just need to keep focused on the course we have determined.”

Kevin nodded silently, then stood up, leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“Good night, Nerit.”

“Good night, Kevin,” Nerit answered, patting his cheek softly. She watched him walk out, his shoulders slumped with heavy emotions, and door shut behind him. Running a hand over her shortened hair, she exhaled slowly as she reached for her pack of cigarettes. With a small grunt, she stood up, moved to the window, and pulled the curtains back. The window slid open and she sat down on the wood chair she had placed next to the window so she could relax, look at the stars, and smoke. She had one of the rooms without a fancy balcony.

Lighting up, she felt her sore muscles protesting as she tried to relax. Exhaling slowly, she rested her forehead against her hand and looked down into the silent courtyard below.

“Strange things happening since the dead all stood up,” Ralph’s voice said.

Looking up, Nerit saw her deceased husband sitting in her recliner, his hand stroking the Tucker’s floppy ears.

“Ralph,” she gasped.

“Things are all messed up now. Nothing like it was. Nothing quite right no more.”

“Ralph!”

“The dividing line is all blurred. Crossing over ain’t hard. Getting easier. For now.” Ralph smiled slightly at her. “You look real pretty, Nerit. I like yer hair.”

“Ralph, why are you here?” she whispered.

With his crooked little smile, he said, “Came to take you home with me.”

“Ralph, no!” She stood up sharply, the cigarette falling from her hand. She immediately reached down and grabbed it, her back screaming in pain. “Ralph, I have too much to do here! Please, no! Ralph, no!”

Slowly standing up, Ralph held out one hand. “Honey, I know. You’re a good woman. Good soldier. You have done a good job avoiding death. You were supposed to go when I did, but you’re too damn stubborn.”

For the first time in her life, Nerit felt afraid of her husband. “Ralph, please, I have so much to do here. Ralph, please.”

He reached out and took her arms in his hands and he held her gently. He felt like real flesh and blood, but she knew he could not be. “I know, I know. But you’re sicker than you think, Nerit. You got the bone cancer. That’s why you’re hurting so bad.”

Nerit held onto her husband, feeling the roughness of his shirt in her hands and his bony arms under it. “Ralph, if you can ask, for me, please….”

Kissing her cheek, Ralph held her tight. Nerit felt tears sliding down her cheeks as her dog whined at her feet.

“I miss you, Nerit. Is it so bad to have peace?”

“But I won’t, Ralph. I won’t! Knowing that these people need me. For who I am, for what I am, I won’t have peace unless I help them. Tell Him that for me.” She drew back to gaze into her dead husband’s warm, loving eyes.

“Please.”

“I love you, Nerit,” Ralph whispered, kissing her brow softly. Nerit felt something in her head pop. It was a soft, delicate feeling, as if someone had switched something off. Then she was falling, slipping from Ralph’s hands.

She thought one more time, “No, not now” then the world faded into comforting black.

* * * * *

Kevin had just started to open his hotel room door when he had the strong urge to return to Nerit’s room. He couldn’t explain the feeling in that moment nor would he in the future when he looked back on that horrible night. But it was so strong, he ran to her room. When he reached her door, he heard the sound of something being overturned and the mournful wail of her dog.

Without a second thought, Kevin kicked in the door and rushed in. His worst fear was made real at the sight of Nerit lying on the floor, the floor lamp overturned beside her. The old dog was licking her face and whining loudly. A cigarette lay smoldering on the carpet.

Kevin immediately grabbed the cigarette and tossed it into the nearby ashtray then knelt beside Nerit. She looked very frail as she lay on the floor, but also very young. The lines were smoothed from her countenance and her hair looked gold, not silver, in the light. Touching her wrist, he felt for her pulse and couldn’t find one. Tears brimming, he touched her neck. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he thought he felt a faint pulse. Picking up her surprisingly heavy form, he rushed toward the door whispering fervent prayers all the way.

4. Faith

Travis walked briskly through the lobby of the hotel. The meeting had gone well enough. People were signing up as volunteers for a variety of tasks, some life threatening, some not and there seemed to be a strong sense of determination to defeat the oncoming undead army. Of course, in the midst of all the planning, the Baptist Coalition was getting ready to leave.

Bill walked toward him and motioned for him to hold up. Travis stopped in his tracks, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. Bill drew near, looking a tad breathless.