DEAD: Reclamation: Book 10 of the DEAD series (25 page)

“What the heck happened?”

“Everything was fine until she heard that man’s voice outside. Then she looked at me all weird. I was just getting her some water from the barrel to clean her face when she shoved me out of the way and ran for the door.”

“Just like that?” Caroline asked, peering around Chad at their prisoner with a raised eyebrow. “I think your dad is right. There is a lot going on here that we don’t know. I am not comfortable with us being in the middle of all this nonsense.”

“We can start questioning whichever one wakes up first,” Chad said through a grimace of pain as he absently rubbed his sore hand that had started to purple up in addition to the swelling.

“I say we start now,” Ronni growled as she grabbed the pan of water from the table that she had scooped up only moments before to help Melody get cleaned up and poured it on the girl’s head. The girl shuddered and made muffled coughs and snorts. “Start talking, bitch!” Ronni pulled the gag down and jumped back just in the nick of time to avoid Melody’s gnashing teeth.

With a booted foot, Caroline shoved the chair over, letting it topple. Melody landed on her side with a painful sounding thump as her head bounced off the hard, wooden floor.

“Try that again and I will shove a knife in the side of your head,” Caroline whispered in Melody’s ear as she and Ronni grabbed the chair from either side and sat it back upright.

“Now,” Ronni tugged on the arm of the chair to turn it around, “you want to tell us what the real story is about why those people were looking for you.”

Melody glared up at the three of them with a face twisted into a mask of contempt and hatred. It was made all the more sinister by the ugly, seeping bite mark. She pressed her lips tight as if in response.

“Fine,” Chad shrugged, pulling the other two back, “let’s go see if Butch is any more cooperative or helpful.” Before Melody could react, he grabbed the wide leather strap and tugged it back over Melody’s mouth.

They left the cabin. Chad was a little surprised that the girl did not react. He had expected her to have a sudden change of heart and spill the beans. He hoped that Butch would prove more cooperative.

When they walked in, Ronni made a noise in her throat and held her nose. “What is that smell?”

“The guy probably messed his pants. That happens sometimes when you get knocked out,” Chad explained as he walked over to the man.

“But Melody didn’t,” Ronni pointed out.

“That is why I said
sometimes
.” Chad tilted the man’s chin up and slapped him until he got a groggy moan. He pulled the gag down and stepped back, waiting for the man to regain his senses at least a little.

It didn’t take long.

“Wha-what the hell?” the man groaned.

It took a few seconds for the situation to sink in, but when it did, Butch’s eyes went wide. He had none of the defiance and anger that had shown on Melody’s face. The only thing coming through in Butch’s expression was fear.

“I am only going to ask this one time,” Chad said, hand brushing the hilt of his saber. “What is the deal with the girl? Why did you guys have two groups searching for her?”

“She’s a killer,” Butch finally managed around the gumminess that had suddenly coated his tongue and throat making it almost impossible to talk.

“You have to be more specific.” Chad knelt down to eye level with the man. He would try the “good cop” routine first. “We already know that she killed several of your people. What we don’t know are the details and why she was running through the woods with a zombie bite on her face.”

The man looked at the three people facing him. “I’ll tell ya everything…”

***

There was a thud, and the woman straddling him had a sudden change of expression. It transformed from murderous intent to a distant, slack, and empty look. Her hands loosed their grip on the machete and Jody had to jerk to one side to avoid the point coming down on his face. That movement caused the woman to slide over and begin to fall.

As he pushed away, Jody saw the hilt of what looked like an axe jutting from the back of the woman’s head. Whoever had just saved his bacon had not waited around for him, but instead, he could see two members of the team storming into the room across the hall. Turning around, Margarita was wiping off her blade and heading his way. She did not even spare him a glance as she elbowed past and rushed across the hall to help.

Looking around, Jody took in the carnage. He was still trying to make sense of the whole ordeal when somebody blew a whistle. That was the signal to regroup.

He walked out of the room, again not able to take his eyes from all of the bodies sprawled on the floor. He counted five. Between the four in the room he and Margarita had gone into, the room across the hall, and the hall itself, there were fourteen bodies; fifteen when he added in the one down below.

George emerged from the room diagonally across from the one in which he was still standing in the doorway; being shoved before him was a woman in her early fifties. Her hair was silvery gray and she had a hard look that only seemed more intense through the blood leaking from a nasty gash on her scalp just above the hairline.

“All the rest taken care of?” George called.

“Clear at this end,” Margarita reported.

Somebody else shouted out that it was clear in the room across from George. Jody glanced around and wondered if he might be the only person on this team that had not registered a kill.

He didn’t care. If things were all clear, then he knew where he needed to go. Not saying a word to anybody, he walked to the trapdoor opening and started down. Somebody called for him. He was not sure if it was Pitts or George, and he didn’t care.

The calls faded as he reached the second level and ran for the stairs. Hurrying down, he reached the ground floor and rushed through the door that was still open just as they had left it. He stepped out into a light rain and sprinted around the turret for the cage.

“Danny!” he called.

There was no answer, and Jody quickly studied the mechanism that controlled the raising and lowering of the cage. It was nothing more than a block-and-tackle pulley. The end of the rope was wrapped around an apple tree trunk and tied off.

“Danny O’ Leary!” Jody barked. “Answer me, you stubborn sonovabitch!”

The form up above in the cage twitched. There was a low moan and Jody felt his stomach turn.

“I am so sorry,” Jody whispered.

“About what?” a raspy voice called down from above.

“Danny!” Jody yelped, rushing for the rope. He began to unwind it to lower the cage when Danny called out again.

“Please don’t do that.”

Jody could hear the sincerity in the man’s voice, and it made him halt immediately. He stepped back from the rope and looked up to see a very battered Danny looking down at him.

“Don’t you want down?” Jody asked.

“Umm…yeah.” Danny pulled himself up a bit, a wince rippling across his features. “But this thing is freaking heavy, dude. If you try to go it alone, it falls and I get to bounce around in here like a BB in a boxcar.”

“Let me help,” a voice called.

Jody turned to see Tracy Sasser approaching. Tracy was about the same age as Jody, deep into his thirties. He was also one of the people immune to the bite. If Jody remembered correctly, Tracy was next in line for a turret assignment. He would be the one moving into Turret Ten with his wife Leeann and their son Mikey.

Between the two of them, they managed to lower the cage. As they unhitched the rope, Jody looked up at the man and saw something in his expression.

“How come you aren’t inside with the others?” Jody asked.

The man hesitated for a moment. At last he let out a long breath. “I know we gotta protect ourselves, but at what point do we become the bad guys here?” When Jody remained silent, the man continued. “They are doing some pretty bad things to that woman up there.”

“You might want to save some of that pity,” Danny called down. “They might all be women, but delicate they ain’t.”

“So two wrongs make a right?” Tracy mumbled.

There was silence as Jody and Tracy lowered the cage to the ground. As Danny came down to eye level, Jody had to work to stifle a gasp.

Danny was sitting because he could not stand. His legs were jutting out in front of him, but his feet were at hideous and awkward angles. Looking at them made Jody want to be sick.

“One of ‘em was apparently a fan of
Misery
.” Danny forced a laugh. “I really did think that they were bluffing…all the way up until that bitch swung the sledge hammer.”

A sound of heaving danced across Jody’s consciousness as Tracy spun and doubled over to spew the contents of his stomach on the nearby ground, but Jody was too transfixed on the horrific damage to Danny’s ankles for it to register fully.

“She never even called me a doodie-head or Mister Man,” Danny quipped.

***

Entry Thirty-three—
Almost got myself killed.

Sometimes you can forget that there are still zombies out there. I’m no expert, and I don’t really pay attention all that much, but it is widely known that the undead have been sort of gathering into larger groups.

Some people say there are herds of the things that number in the millions. If they pass through your area, it is a lot like the old days when hurricanes would hit the East Coast. The damage can be devastating.

So far, nobody has thought of a way to just get them all to walk into the ocean or something. (Okay, maybe not the ocean since they don’t seem inclined to walk intentionally into water for whatever reason, but I think I made my point.) There are even some herds that have names if you can believe that happy crappy.

Anyways, it was not a herd that almost did me in, it was one single zombie. Even worse, it was only part of one single zombie.

Back when this all started, there was a lot of bad information out there. Who knew that it would be as simple as following the rules that were put out in the old Romero movies? You gotta shoot ‘em in the head. A tank is an awesome machine, but against a zombie, it just acts like a lawn seed spreader.

Some of the folks I was with back in the early days before I lost my little girl took to calling the severed or blown off heads “snappers.” It was sort of a play on the snapping turtle.

I know of this one bar called The Deer Hunter Saloon. They have a twist on the game of Russian roulette. There is this big wheel like from
Wheel of Fortune
. It has six metal boxes mounted on it. They put a snapper in one of the boxes and then a curtain goes up as the wheel is spun. People put their hand in one box, and if they don’t get bit, they win. Crazy, right?

So, I am setting up camp for the night. I found a great spot in some tall grass beyond a ridge. It was going to be chilly, so I had dropped back so that I could at least dig a small Dakota Hole and have a fire to warm my hands over.

I did not even see the damn thing. It had one of its arms left and part of the upper rib cage and a few vertebrae that looked almost like a stubby tail. I was just on my back, staring at the sky, enjoying the warmth of the fire when the thing grabbed my arm. Before I could do anything it had latched on to the sleeve of my coat with its jagged, broken teeth. If not for the thick flannel pullover that I had on underneath my jacket, I would not be making this entry.

Most zombies these days have some pretty busted up chompers from all the years of gnawing bone, trying to chew through walls and doors, along with the general lack of oral hygiene. That allows them to tear through things better. I should have been wearing my studded leather; but NO-O…I wanted to be comfortable and star gaze.

After I spiked the thing, I had a rough time sleeping. Not to mention I had to sweep the area for signs of any more snappers. Sure enough, found three more. This little pod had probably once been part of a larger herd and got left behind.

We are a few days outside of Billings. Since that area has one of the larger settlements, I have to guess that is their destination. I will be happy just to sleep in a bed. I have not been to Billings in a while, I wonder if it is still the same.

For those of you who have not been…it is like a mix of ancient Rome and the Wild West. They have everything you can imagine, and a lot of things that you can’t. I am willing to bet that Darwin Goodkind will sell his “cargo” there.

I think I have him figured out from what I have seen. This is his scam.

He stops outside of a town he targets. His mercs stay with the wagon of women and he goes in to town with the other men that he travels with. They sell goods, but the entire time, Darwin’s men are seeking out women to seduce or proposition. They arrange a meeting outside of town the day they leave. The woman shows up expecting a little fling and gets knocked in the head and thrown in that cart.

Since I started following them, I have seen this play out in four settlements of varying size. If I am correct, there are at least a dozen women in that wagon now.

On the down side, I think this Darwin character is suspicious. He has lost a few men in a short time. That last one was sloppy. They found the body, and that prompted Darwin to hire four more mercs. I am going to have to either make my move soon, or give up on this one.