Trying to Survive (Part 3) (4 page)

   “So, I guess it’s a couple.”

   “Yeah… They’re just lucky that one of them didn’t have the gene. That’s probably the only reason they’re still alive.”

   Walt sighed. “Can you imagine that? Most people were probably killed by their own partners or family members… Children were killed by one of their parents – or even both… Remember? Jenny said children don’t turn.”

   “That’s why there aren’t really any survivors. Almost every home had at least one person with the gene.”

   “If Alex had come with me to your house that night – we might not be here right now.”

   “Maybe…”

   “The math suggests almost definitely.”

   I turned to Walt and thought I picked up a touch of sadness in his eyes. “I know I never said anything about it, but… I’m sorry about Alex.”

   “It’s okay, I barely even knew her, man.” He let out a single laugh through his nose. “She was kind of turning out to be a bitch anyway. I’ll be fine.”

   I struggled to hold back a smile for a few moments and then began to lightly laugh. “Oh, you remember that asshole Patrick we used to run into on the new construction jobs?”

   Walt scoffed “How could I forget? He used to call me rosy-cheeks and constantly talk shit to me because I was so young.”

   “Remember when he ratted us out for smoking on the job? I mean, the builder didn’t care, but still… No tears for that dick.”

   Walt frowned, looked at me from the corners of his eyes and said “I hope his wife turned while she was giving him a blowjob.”

   I wanted to say “Come on, that’s fucked up” but I couldn’t stop laughing.

   Suddenly, we heard the car horn start to blare. The laughter instantly ceased. I readied my rifle, and Walt took his foot off of the brake and headed for the third building. I said “Stop as soon as you round the second building. We have to make sure none of them notice us and break away. It’s getting pretty dark out… And whatever you do – don’t turn on the damn headlights.”

   “No shit.”

   “Had to say it.”

   Walt took his time coasting and slowly weaving around the cars in the middle of the road and half-way backed out of parking spots. It was difficult to look around at the half-dozen or more apartment buildings and think about the devastating number of people who were brutally killed in such a small area.

   I could see children’s bicycles near the front doors, along with toys and balls barely sticking up from the slowly overgrowing grass. My eye stopped at a knocked over baby carriage with double seats that was obviously meant for twins. It was halfway between someone’s doorstep and the cars. There wasn’t even an inch of fabric that lacked the stains of old blood.

   When I heard Walt speak, it brought me back to the front window of my house. I could almost see my hand in front of my face, spreading a small space in the blinds so I could fearfully peer out. Just like then, his voice was the only thing that could break me away from staring. “Should I wait another twenty seconds before I keep going?”

   I could hear the horn and the sounds of Brian and Jenny yelling moving further away as the seconds passed. They still seemed somewhat close, so I suggested “Just creep up a little so we can see around to the parking lot in front of the building. We don’t want to wait too long – something could go bad.”

   As soon as I got sight of the third building, I could see the shredders all chasing after the car. They were still somewhat close to the front door of the couple’s apartment, but moving so quickly that we’d only have to wait another ten seconds or so.

   “Go ahead and keep moving. They’re making more than enough noise for us to sneak up.”

   The man and the woman were standing next to each other at the window, waiting for me to direct them to come down stairs. The woman was tightly clutching his arm and I could see them talking. She seemed upset. I couldn’t truly tell, but I felt the way she looked down at us portrayed distrust.

   I stuck my hand out of the window and motioned for them to stay put. Even though the old Volvo was quiet as can be, Walt didn’t dare touch the gas pedal. He just continued to let the car slowly roll toward their front door.

   Once we were close enough, I began waving for them to come down and they both disappeared from the window.

   As they ran to the car, I quickly studied them and came to the conclusion that they were related. The man was noticeably older, most likely in his forties, and the woman looked to be about ten years behind. He was starting to show gray, especially in his stubble, but they both had the same reddish-brown hair, somewhat olive skin tone and small, almost sharp noses.

   Walt said “Get in!” when they approached the car.

   When the woman saw my face, it seemed to frighten her and she became hesitant to enter the car. Without a second thought, the man flung open the door and practically forced her inside.

   I hated to start things off by coming across as threatening, but we couldn’t take the chance. Even though they appeared to be unarmed, as soon as he closed the door and the car was moving again, I turned sideways in my seat and pointed the 9mm at them.

   The man instantly became angry and leaned over to block the woman. He barked “What the hell is this!?”

   I did my best to soften my expression and calm my voice. “Please, just relax. We aren’t going to hurt you. We just can’t trust you.”

   We locked eyes for what seemed like five seconds before I said “We’ve had some… bad experiences with other people. That’s all. We’re just protecting ourselves.”

   “Then why did you help us?” The woman asked with a shaky voice.

   “Because we all need to work together if we want to get through this.”

   The man cut our conversation short. I could understandably see the immense distrust in his dark-brown eyes. “There’s someone else around here.”

   The woman said “Yeah, that’s right! We saw a young guy.” She pointed to Walt. “About his age.”

   “Do you know where he is?” Walt said as he glanced at them in the rear view mirror and backed into a spot so he could turn around and head to the entrance to wait for the others.

   “He passed by in the woods, heading in the direction your friends are going. We saw him about five minutes before we saw you, but we couldn’t get his attention.” The man answered.

   I said “Well, then he’s got to be close by. He’s probably at one of the windows watching right now.”

   Walt still hadn’t pulled out of the spot to head back toward the entrance. “Should we keep going and look for him? If Brian sees us continuing on, I’m sure he’ll put two and two together and keep leading them away.”

   “Let’s do it. I say if we can, let’s try and circle the whole neighborhood. Who knows how many more people we could find?”

   Brian and the others were already out of sight, and they’d managed to lead away every single shredder in the area. Since we were temporarily “safe”, Walt took the time to ask “What are your names?”

   “Allen.”

   “Veronica.”

   “Veronica, since you’re on my side, check all the windows for anyone else who might be trapped. Walt, by the way.”

   Veronica gladly did as Walt said, but Allen continued to stare directly at me, only breaking away periodically to glance down at the gun in my hand. To try and ease the tension, I introduced myself.

   “You have no idea how relieved we are to know other people survived. We were starting to think no one else was left.” Veronica said as she continued to search the windows for the young man she claimed to have seen.

   Allen thinned his eyes and said “What happened to you people? Why are you pointing a gun at my face?”

   “We can talk later, Allen. For now, we need to concentrate on seeing if anyone else here is alive. You just have to trust us, but we can’t trust you yet. That’s just the way it is. Take it or leave it... But I promise you, we mean well.”

   I pointed the gun slightly lower so it wasn’t aimed directly at his face. “Please, help her check the windows. I can’t look away.”

   Without warning, Walt slammed on the brakes and sent me falling back into the dash. I heard a loud thud come from my right, and turned just in time to see a young man bouncing off the side of the car and fumbling for the door handle.

   Walt took a deep breath and said with a raised voice “Fuck, he just came out of the bushes!”

   Veronica moved over and he frantically climbed inside. When I saw that he was holding a shotgun, I trained the 9mm on him and said “Put it on the floor, now.”

   He just froze and looked at me. “Now! Or I’ll have to shoot you.”

   His eyes grew even wilder as he turned to Allen and Veronica. I said “Please, slowly put it by your feet. Just for now. We don’t know you.”

   I could see that he was now focusing on the scars and the bandage over my eye. I suppose it made me come across as untrustworthy – even menacing.

   He took a deep breath and slowly dropped the shotgun by his feet. I said “Thank you… We’ve just had some bad experiences with other survivors.”

   As he softly said “I’ve only got one shell left” he appeared to be regretting his decision to get in the car. I knew this wasn’t the best way to get people to join us, and that it was probably confusing to them because they haven’t been through what we have, but there was no other choice.

   I looked him over and noticed small amounts of blood on his jeans. When I moved to his hands, I could see blood around and underneath his fingernails. I tensed my trigger finger and asked “Where did that blood come from?”

   He suddenly seemed agitated when he replied “Where the hell do you think it came from?”

   “You tell me.”

   “It’s from those things.”

  
That’s not enough. He could be lying, just like Naya.
“Give me details.”

   He looked over at Allen and Victoria again. She said “They won’t say what, but something really fucked up happened to them... That’s why they’re acting like this.”

   Walt glanced back and said “Before we met up with the other people in our group, some men killed two of their friends and tried to steal everything they have… Just about a week ago, we ran into a gang of psychos that kidnapped one of our people, threatened us and killed another. There’s even more to it than that… So trust me, we have our reasons. Answer him.”

   The young man relaxed the muscles in his face and leaned back in his seat. “So, we don’t just have to worry about those things? We have to worry about other people too?”

   “You need to worry about people even more.” I quickly replied.

   Veronica introduced herself and he replied “Lee… Castellanos.”

   Allen reached over and shook his hand “Allen Thrace. I’m her brother.”

   I interrupted them. “Lee, tell me why you have blood on your hands.” I sighed. “Look, we’ve already had someone gain our trust and then murder one of our people in their sleep. So, please.” I motioned to him with the 9mm.

   Allen muttered “Jesus…”

   Veronica looked off to the side, most likely trying to understand why things like that would be happening… 
I guess if you don’t want to harm anyone else, it’s hard to understand why others would want to…

   Lee took a moment to recall the events before he spoke. “I, uh… After I ran out of food, I escaped into town. My car ran out of gas, so I had to get out and just run until I hit a hardware store… When I opened the door, two of them were inside.”

   “That doesn’t explain the blood.”

   “They were eating someone, so I had enough time to shoot them before they got to me… After hours in this heat the bodies started to smell, and I was worried it would attract more, so I dragged them out behind the store.”

   He seemed to be telling the truth, and all three of them seemed like good people. They were just scared and confused, but I could also tell that seeing all of us temporarily lifted their spirits… until they saw the gun pointed at them.

   Though that was meaningless, because I thought the same kind of things about Naya. I immediately noticed her strange appearance, but it wasn’t until after I studied her for a while and spent a little time talking to her that I really started to suspect something was off.

  
I can’t ever forget. One of the most dangerous weapons a person can have is the ability to deceive. And I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who are a lot better at acting than Naya…

  
“Lee, have you seen anyone else?”

   “I almost can’t believe I’m seeing you… The only other people I’ve seen were… getting killed.”

   When we rounded another one of the buildings and still couldn’t see the Cadillac, or the large mass of shredders following behind, Walt barked “Shit, they must be having to drive really fast. I think we might have to turn around, otherwise they’re going to lead them all to the entrance before we make it out of here.”

   Walt slammed the brakes again. “Fuck, stragglers!”

   I turned back for a moment and saw that about thirty shredders had lost interest and stopped following the others. By the time Walt put it in reverse, they were already running at the car. He had no choice but to back into a parking spot to turn around due to the lack of room.