Deadland Rising (Deadland Saga) (S) (8 page)

“I guess hockey is the new national pastime,” Griz added.

“Well, the healthcare program can’t get any worse,” Clutch mumbled.

We laughed, and Charlie ushered us along the tour.

When we turned onto a street of small houses—most reminded me of the pillbox-style houses from the 1940s—Hali frowned. “Why do you cram everyone inside these small houses?”

Charlie’s brows rose. “What do you mean?”

“We drove by a new housing development a few miles back. Why don’t any of you stay there?”

“Two reasons,” Charlie replied. “One, we only have enough resources to defend this two-square-mile area. We won’t leave any residents unprotected. And two, the missile silo is within the fence. It’s our fail-safe. In case of any emergency, all residents immediately evacuate to the silo.”

“We practice twice per week,” Sarah added. “Every Tuesday and Thursday. We’ve gotten the entire population of four hundred and sixty four souls into the silo and sealed in nine minutes and twenty-eight seconds. Justin thinks we need to get it down to five minutes.”

“Agreed,” Clutch said. “If the fences were breached, you could easily be overrun in under ten minutes. What are your backup plans?”

Charlie frowned, and then shook his head. “The silo is it. We’ve been working non-stop at getting it back into shape. It hadn’t been used in forty years. A good part of it was full of water, and some of the floorboards had rusted through. We’ve got it dried out, and we store our food in there for winter. The government flew over and dropped seven pallets of food about three weeks ago, so we’re sitting pretty decent for the winter now.”

“Let me guess,” Griz said. “That’s about the same time the bandits upped their game.”

Sarah nodded. “Most of the bandits are hungry and scared, like us.”

Charlie continued. “The difference is we got Justin and they got Hodge. Two leaders with very different approaches. Under Hodge, they first tried to offer “protection” in exchange for access to the silo, but Justin saw right through their bully tactics and refused unless they became New Eden residents. A few joined right up, but it didn’t take Hodge long to make an example of anyone who tried to leave his group. Soon after, the assassination attempts on Justin started. According to the last assassin we questioned, they think if they kill Justin, the rest of us will fall in line.”

They’re probably right
, I thought to myself. Without Tyler and Clutch, Camp Fox would’ve crumpled against attacks. Though, in the end, their leadership hadn’t mattered. The Black Sheep had still managed to take nearly everything and everyone from us.

Charlie led us to a small brick house. “This is Justin’s home and where most of New Eden business is handled. Come on in. Justin wanted to talk with you.”

I was surprised that Justin lived in one of the smaller houses. There was nothing special about it. And, other than the New Eden flag hanging near the door, nothing indicated the house was different from any other down the street.

“Why did you change the American flag?” I asked.

“Justin figured it would be good to give New Eden a symbol. Since there’s no longer a United States, we were all born here and wanted to keep the stars and stripes. We voted on the eagle as a symbol of our strength, and we ended up with the New Eden flag. Who knows, maybe it’ll become the new state flag once all the dust settles.”

As we filed through the door, I found Justin sitting at a large oak dining table. Two men sat next to him, both completely focused on the stacks of paper in front of them. A cat lay on a chair, seemingly oblivious to us.

As soon as Justin caught sight of us, he stood. “How’s the tour going? I hope Charlie and Sarah are answering your questions.”

“They did,” I said. “Thank you for the hospitality.”

Justin smiled. “Oh, it’s not only to be nice. I’m hoping you all decide to become New Eden residents. We need all the people we can get. From renovating the silo, to managing the food and supplies, to securing the town and surrounding area, we’re extremely short-staffed.” He looked at Clutch and Griz before continuing. “Your experience would be invaluable here. Anyone with military experience served on our squadrons, and between the one we lost and the two the capital has taken control of, we have essentially no forces to scout, forage, and bring in survivors. We have a state trooper who runs our security forces behind the gates, and his teams have been running double-duty lately. So, you see how much I hope you decide to stay here with us.”

“New Eden is a good place,” Marco added. “I’m proud to call it home. We work hard here, but that’s because we’re building from scratch.”

“Thank you, Marco,” Justin said. “He’s right. I know New Eden can become a sanctuary for all as long as we work together to make that happen.”

Pride seeped through his words, and I wondered if he hadn’t bitten off more than he could chew. “That’s a bit ambitious, don’t you think? How can you possibly support such large numbers of people?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I believe the only way we can rebuild is to move beyond surviving day-by-day. I believe we need a vision so we don’t get lost. Perhaps it’s a bit lofty, but I know we can get there. So, are you in to help rebuild the world?”

Clutch spoke first. “We need some time to mull it over.”

“Fair enough,” Justin replied. “You have probationary residency for two weeks. That should give you enough time to recuperate from your journey and get to know the folks and culture of New Eden. Then, you’ll either have to leave or pledge residency to New Eden.” He smiled. “And, I have no doubt you’ll all fit right in. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it seems that status meetings don’t stop for the apocalypse.”

We were shuffled back outside in a small flock, where we stood in a circle in the front yard. "Why's a pledge so important? We never had people do that to stay with Camp Fox," Jase said. “It’s not like we’re applying for citizenship or something.”

“You very well could be,” a man’s voice said from behind.

I turned around to see a haggard old man approach. Unlike everyone else I’d seen, he looked like a beggar. As he approached, I wrinkled my nose. He also smelled like a beggar.

“Come on, Romeo. Don’t scare them,” Marco said.

The man muttered something and wandered off.

“Romeo?” Hali asked.

“A nickname,” Marco replied. “He’s harmless enough. Believe it or not, he was a successful businessman before the outbreak, but the stress screwed up his head. Sure, what he said could be true. The country we knew is gone. Who knows what will form out of the ashes. But, more important, Justin believes in the ceremony. He thinks the pledge helps people feel like they’re joining something special, like they made the A-Team.”

“If we’re the A-Team, I’m B.A. Baracus then,” Jase said.

“You don’t have nearly enough bling,” I said, pointing at the small gold cross he wore around his neck.

Marco rolled his eyes. “I was talking about sports. You know, the A-Team, B-Team, and so on.”

Jase waved him away. “I’m still B.A. If a beggar gets a nickname, I think I deserve one, too.”

“That’s not how nicknames work,” I said. “You can’t pick your own. Take mine. Clutch came up with it the first day we met.”

“How mushy,” Jase said drily before he held up his ration card. “I don’t know about you guys, but B.A. is hungry and going to get some food.”

“Me, too,” Hali said, and several others then chimed in.

“I’ll bring you through the line the first time,” Marco said. “It’s pretty easy, but there’s a process you follow.”

Clutch held his ration card to Marco. “Grab me some chow. I want to walk around some more.”

“I’ll go with you,” I said.

“Count me in,” Griz added.

Clutch nodded and turned to the others. “Be at the house before dark. That gives you about one hour to grab grub, give or take.”

Both Jase and Hali gave matching salutes. Griz and I held out our ration cards, and I held onto mine before Jase took it. “No stealing rations, hungry man,” I said.

He smirked before tugging it away. “B.A.’s no thief.”

As the rest of our group headed off to the ration line, I called out, “Calling yourself B.A. isn’t going to make the name stick.”

Whether Jase heard me or not, he didn’t acknowledge.

I smiled. What an odd family we made. Even though I worried about each of them, I couldn’t imagine not having them around. “We’ve got it pretty good,” I said softly.

“Yeah,” Clutch replied. “Now, let’s secure the house.”

Griz nodded. “I was thinking the same thing.”

One hour later, we had gone through our new house from top to bottom. Someone had brought in enough mattresses for all of us, and I worked on setting up the bedrooms while Clutch and Griz talked through house security and escape plans. The house had only one bathroom for ten people. Rather than seeing that as a detriment, I squealed at the luxury. We’d gone months without electricity. Maybe Justin was right. To survive, we had to focus on something bigger than living day-by-day.

As twilight settled in, Clutch and I sat on the front porch, sipping tea, and watched people return to their houses for the night. Other than lights in many windows and a pair of security guards who walked the streets, the town seemed empty.

That was, until the howling started. This pack sounded bigger than the one that had surrounded us in Des Moines. I worriedly eyed Clutch.

“The fences must keep them out,” he said and pointed to the security guards. “They don’t look worried.”

We were a block in from the fences, but every now and then, I could see a dark shape move outside the fence. After several minutes, there was an electrical
zap,
followed by a yelp. After a couple more repetitions of the same sounds at different parts around the town, Clutch frowned.

“They’re searching for a weakness in the fence.”

I shivered.

Of all moments, Romeo came jogging down the street, yelling something that sounded like verses from the Bible. As he passed our house, he pointed toward the darkness outside the fence. “It’s a sign of the apocalypse. 666. The mark of the beast is now here. First we had wars, then we had the plague, and now the beast has arrived.”

One of the security guards blocked Romeo’s path. “C’mon, Romeo. You know the rules. Get on home now. We need to keep things quiet at night.” The guard glanced our way. “No need to worry. Everything’s safe.”

Romeo giggled and bolted around, and the two guards followed in what almost looked like a game of tag.

After they disappeared around a corner, I turned back to Clutch. “Well, that was interesting.”

“Yeah,” he replied softly.

A cold wind blew through my coat, and I leaned into Clutch. He wrapped an arm around me, but after a moment, he bristled and pulled away.

“You know, with the zeds gone, we might be safe here. We can start fresh.
You
can start fresh. You don’t need me anymore.”

I looked at him and cocked my head. “What do you mean?”

“This thing. Us.” He motioned from me to him. “It can’t work.”

My brows rose. “Really?” My eyes narrowed, and I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why the hell not?”

Clutch took in a deep breath and seemed to struggle to find words. Finally, in a rush, he spoke. “We both know you can do better than me. I’m no good for anyone. There’s something inside me that’s…broken. I was broke before all this happened. I’m not going to get better. This is who I am. I don’t want to bring you down with me.”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“That’s not the point. It’s about what’s best for you. There’s something hollow inside, something I lost in Afghanistan. And, I never found it.”

“So what? You have issues. Hell, we’ve all got issues. There’s not a single person left in this world who isn’t dealing with some fucked up shit in their heads. Sure, you were in the minority and had PTSD before the outbreak. But, by now, everyone has been pushed beyond their breaking points. None of us can be who we were before.”

“But there are others who aren’t as fucked up,” he said, sounding utterly helpless.

I came to my feet, cupped his cheeks, and looked down into his eyes. “I accept you exactly the way you are. We’ll deal with your nightmares and shit together. But, you have to meet me halfway. You have to accept yourself first.”

His brows tightened when I bent down and kissed him. He didn’t kiss back, but at least he didn’t pull away.

I straightened. “You don’t have to be with me if you don’t want to be. Don’t run away because you don’t think you’re worth it. I know you’re worth it.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I headed inside and up to bed.

Clutch never came upstairs.

Chapter VII

For the first time in weeks, I awoke feeling fully rested. I would’ve slept later except for the forgotten sound of a toilet flushing snapped me from dark dreams.

I stood and stretched. The small scar—the one shaped like a bullet hole on my calf—burned just like it did every morning until the muscle loosened. Once my old wound quit sending tiny spears of fire through my leg, I headed out into the hall and ran into Deb exiting the bathroom with a hand over her mouth.

I frowned. “Morning sickness?”

She nodded, swallowed, and then turned right back around and disappeared into the bathroom again.

I shook my head slowly and went down to the kitchen to make her some tea, one of the few foods not counted against our weekly rations. It took another ten minutes before she reappeared. Back when Deb announced she was pregnant, Doc had estimated she was about four months along since she had started to show. That was a month ago. Deb was losing weight with every passing week since there were fewer and fewer things she could stomach. Vicki had said it was normal for certain women to be sick throughout their entire pregnancy, but I had seen the worry even in her eyes.

I watched Deb as she slowly took a seat at the table and rested her head on her crossed arms.

When she didn’t move, I spoke softly. “How are you doing?”

She raised her head ever so slowly and took a deep breath. “As well as can be expected for being knocked up after the end of the world.”