Zombie Day Care (4 page)

“
Are you Nate McDaniel?”

“
Yes!” he screamed.

“
Are you sure?” the man said, his hand on Nate’s shoulder yelling in his ear.

Nate fumbled for his wallet in his back pocket and pulled it out to show the man. The officer tipped up his sunglasses and gave it a good look. The man slapped him on the shoulder; a broad smile was on his face as he gave a thumbs up to the men behind him. The soldiers in camouflage returned the signal.

The man yelled back in his ear saying, “Guess what Nate?”

“
What!”

“
You’re a hero!”

“
I am?” he yelled, feeling confused. “Why?” He read the man’s name tag.
Dotson.

“
Son,” the officer grasped his shoulders tight, “you sent the tweet that saved the world!”

“
I did?”

The officer nodded and began looking around. “Say, where’s that zombie?”

“
What?”

“
The zombie!”

“
Inside there,” he pointed back towards the sheriff’s office. General Dotson pointed to his men. Two soldiers with M-16’s, followed by a smaller man in black, with a moustache, dark glasses and a shotgun headed inside. Nate shook his head. Something was going on.

“
Hey — what are they doing?’

The general pulled at his arm, ordering him, “Stay here son!”

Nate jerked his arm away and ran back toward the building.
Jeanine!
Every step felt like a nail was being driven in his leg as he ran inside. He rounded into the hallway and faced a rifle barrel lowered into his chest. He kept going. Jeanine’s face was pressed to the bars. The wiry man in black had the shotgun pointed in her face.

“
NOOOO!” Nate screamed.

KA-BOOM!

He watched as her body fell lifeless onto the cell floor. He sunk to his knees gawping. Two hard-faced soldiers grabbed him under his arms and dragged him back outside. He couldn’t feel a thing. The wiry man with the shotgun lit up a cigarette as he walked by.

Nate said, “Th-that was my girlfriend.” He could see his reflection in the man’s dark glasses. He could make out two beady eyes as well.

The man leered at him, and with a deep southern accent said, “
Was,
is the key word son.”

CHAPTER 7

The road winded upward, across a picturesque landscape of turning leaves and tall pines. The morning dew and lifting fog coated the grassy grounds along the way. The minivan with balding tires accelerated, screeching up the hill. The radio commercials droned on between breaks of blathering talk radio hosts. It was another big day, the annual celebration of the day Nate McDaniel saved the world.

The van screeched, almost to a halt as a small buck stood in full view, leaping away from the honk.

“
Stupid deer,” the driver muttered as he stepped down on the gas. He hated this road. It was a long unkempt disaster filled with pot holes and mud. He could never keep the van clean, even during the dry summers. Why should he care? It was a company car. He did bring his cherry red muscle machine up once, his first day, and busted a rim. He hated the dreadful hill ever since.

Mile after mile, he suffered the gushing praise about Nate McDaniel, the man who saved the world.
With Fountain Dew or whatever.
He roomed with Nate in college, even pledged in the same fraternity. They had good times and a few bad. He squeezed the wheel. His roommate never cracked a book or went to class. Nate was bright, lucky and lazy. He always hated that about Nate, the ne’er-do-well. There was something else he didn’t like either. Nate was a notorious liar who led a charmed life.

Here it comes, here it comes!
A smooth spot of black top flattened up ahead, with several humps rising on the road. He jammed on the gas.

“
Yah-hooooo!” he cheered as the muffler dragged sparks over the exhilarating humps clanking the cargo in the back. It gave him a rush. He braked hard, entering a hairpin turn, and shot back up the hill, straddling a snapping turtle in the road.
The next one won’t be so lucky.
Something on the radio caught his ear.

“
Up next hour, Nate McDaniel will be joining us, celebrating the 6
^th
year anniversary of him saving the world,”
the speakers blared.

He switched it off, shaking his head.
That son-of-a-bitch couldn’t save a cat from a tree with a ladder and a fireman.
Of course, having Nate as a friend had its benefits. It was his old roommate, the aspiring biologist and doctor of bullshit, turned savior of the world, that called him up offering him his current assignment … and the pay was great. He allowed himself a smile as he thought about his 401k.

He hadn’t seen his old roommate since college. It seemed like a lifetime ago. The private college hosted lots of academic challenges and few interesting women. Nate somehow landed the goddess of the geeks in Jeanine. He never understood that relationship or what happened to her six years ago for the matter.
Charmed life.

He approached a weathered structure that was fenced in. Fallen leaves covered the ground and rooftops of the old government building. Green moss and ivy decorated the walls and gutters. It was early in the morning on the hilltop, but it might as well have been night. He passed a sign on the road that read in gold letters on a blue sign: GUTHRIE FACILITY/WEST VIRGINIA. It wasn’t his favorite place in the world. As he looked ahead, he saw the high trees that choked out most of the sunlight like jagged curtains.

The brakes squeaked to a halt as he pulled alongside a weathered guard shack. An older man in mirrored sunglasses stepped out and alongside his car. The guard wore a starched green uniform and a shotgun was slung over his shoulder. He rolled down his window.

“
Evening John,” he said, sticking his head out the window with a faint smile.

The man strolled around the car with agonizing slowness, checking his decals and looking in the windows. Another guard appeared about half the man’s size, shirt half-tucked and a pot belly. The smaller guard began running a long bomb detecting device under the van’s frame.
Every single time.

John the guard stepped alongside his window and stooped down. The man’s weathered face had a whimsical look and his big calloused hands clutched the driver’s window edge. His big head, full of thick white and gray hair, peered in the back of the van and withdrew. A tooth pick jutted under John’s moustache and a frown crossed his face.

“
State yer business civilian,” John said, in a voice as country as a coal burning stove.

He cleared his throat.

“
I’ve come to kidnap the princess.”

The man’s eyes widened as he a gasped and said, “You best get a nicer chariot Sir Lancer Lots. Ain’t no princess going nowhere with you in this thing.”

John kicked the door.

“
Maybe you should settle for Fergie over here.”

John jutted his thumb toward the dumpy little guard.

He looked over and saw it was John’s grandson, in a uniform sewn by his wife. The boy was about ten, heavy, with his chubby face scrunched up in a sneer.
It looks like the boy still has some pit-bull in him.
He knew that little Ferguson wasn’t fond of working with his grandpa. It was that time of the year, when mommy and daddy unloaded the boy, while they committed consensual adultery on the high seas.

“
Hi Ferguson,” he said, with a wave that drew the boy’s tongue.
You have no resemblance to your father.

John the guard asked in his usual cheerful voice, “So what’s new Henry. Did you enjoy your time off?”

“
Sure John, the cruise was wonderful, even with all the work, rain and lack of sunshine,” Henry replied.

“
That’s too bad. Did you get me any taffy? I don’t see any,” John said, wringing his hands, licking his moustache.

“
I didn’t think you could have taffy. Remember what it did to your dentures the last time.”

John’s smile was bright white, “My teeth’s are just fine. Now, give me some taffy, or you ain’t going in.”

Henry opened the center console and pulled out the splashy box and handed it over. The boy bounced on his toes by the van’s side. John inspected the box as a look of satisfaction crossed his face.

“
You’re alright Henry. I’ll let you in I guess.”

“
Gee thanks, I can’t wait. Anyone in there I should know about,” he said, bringing the van in gear.

John rubbed the side of his face.

“
Nah … it’s just the usual suspects. I keep thinking there is something I need to tell you. You’d think if something new happened, I’d remember. It’s just the same faces every day. Well, if I remember I’ll give you a ring,” John said, giving him a salute as he stepped inside the guard shack.

Henry watched the man press something that made a loud buzz and the gate slid open, shaking and rattling over the ground. He waved back as he pulled through. He heard John holler from behind as the gate began to close.

“
It’s your brother! Your brother’s in there!”

A chill went down his spine.
What!?

CHAPTER 8

The fluorescent lighting hummed above as determined footsteps echoed down the corridor. The old facility was built like a block limestone prison and smelled like bleach. The shining elevator door waited ahead, a red light was a solid beacon above it.

Henry held a box in his hands, while he rose up on his toes and brushed the scanner with his back pocket. Nothing happened. He set down the box and pulled out his wallet from the back of his pants, and slapped it to the scanner. Nothing happened. Shaking his head he pulled out the magnetic security card and tried again. The red light switched to green as he snatched up the box and got inside.

Up he went, coming to a stop after only one floor. As the doors parted he stepped out into a lobby. An abandoned receptionist desk greeted him. The surrounding offices and cubicles were without life or light.
Good.
He hated the small talk, especially with the handful of people he worked with in the dreary place. A scent of coffee hung in the air.
I hope it’s fresh. I wonder who is here?

He headed toward the back, stepped inside his office and set the box on his desk. A picture of him, his brother, dad and mom were there. Looking around, he noticed things were out of place and his fridge was cracked open. He looked inside.

“
Jimmy!”

His drinks were gone, everyone one of them. He thought about his younger brother and the problems he caused. During college, when the zombies came, Jimmy had gone into mental decline. Jimmy was only a year younger, and seemed to take all of his frustrations out on him. Jimmy’s issues were only a nuisance at first; however, the past couple of years the issues had become quite problematic. And now, Jimmy was back causing Henry to simmer within.
Why can’t we get rid of him?
Henry had no idea what he’d done to deserve a brother like his.

There was a rustle of clothes behind him and he twisted around. Nothing was there. He stepped in the hallway. Somewhere in the room fingernails were tapping on a desk or countertop. The office area wasn’t big enough for twenty workers, but he still had trouble locating the sounds. He squinted, scanning the room.
Who in the world?

He felt his chest pocket and remembered his glasses were still in the mini-van. He had plenty of trouble seeing without them and it made him uneasy. An office chair groaned from inside one of the cubicles. Turning his head he backed up, looking over the partition walls on his tip-toes. A ghost-like voice whispered from somewhere close inside the room.

“
Oh Henry …”

Oh my!

“
Oh Henry,” someone said again, closer than before.

He headed toward the source, step by step. He jumped out in front of a secluded cubicle.

“
Gotcha!”

A black flat screen monitor greeted him.

“
Huh?” he said, scratching his head.

He started to turn around as claws dug into his side, driving him into the ground. A woman whispered as she chewed on his earlobe.

“
Oh Henry! Oh Henry!”

It began to tickle now, as he burst out in laughter. He couldn’t catch his breath as he tried to fight the soft belligerent figure accosting him.

“
Stop!” he cried. “Stop!” He saw a thick tussle of brown hair as he shoved her back into the desk.

“
Ouch!” she cried, bumping her head.

He gasped. “I’m sorry!” he said, reaching over, but she bounded onto his chest, tickling him again.

“
You’re gonna pay now Henry! Henry!”

He strained, trying to defend himself. She was pressing and groping him all over now. The tickles began to subside and turn into something else. They both were out of breath when he got his first good look at her. Her pretty round face had an alluring grin. Underneath an open lab coat her buxom figure was enshrined in lacy maroon lingerie and high black heels. Her heavy breasts wanted to burst outside of her bra.