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INTO

THE

BADLANDS

a novel

Brian J. Jarrett

Copyright © 2011 Brian J. Jarrett

Kindle Edition

Cover photo by Evgeni Dinev (used with permission)

All rights reserved by the author. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted by any means without the written consent of the author.

This book is a work of fiction. Any names, people, locales, or events are purely a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any person (either living or dead), to any event, or to any locale is coincidental or used fictitiously.

2011.ITB.1.2

For Orson and Trent

The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.

- Carl Sagan

CHAPTER 1

Zach Brady sifted through the paltry remains of what had once been a sporting goods store, diligently searching for anything that might still be of use. Rotting, empty boxes spilled from cabinets and shelves like the organs of a gutted animal. Despite the cold he could still smell the stink of mold and rot in the air, even through the mask covering his mouth and nose.

His father and his younger brother were two aisles down from him, both engaged in searches of a similar nature. Zach felt that searching this store was pointless, but his father said it was necessary if they wanted to survive the winter. He always listened to his father.

He spotted a cabinet two aisles over. The doors were closed; that could be a good sign. Sometimes it meant there was actually something useful hidden inside. His dad had taught him the difference between what was useful and what wasn't. It turned out toys weren't all that useful. Zach didn't really agree, but he was only ten years old and Dad made the rules. His father did allow him a single toy though; he chose a 57 Chevy Hot Wheels car. It was even small enough to fit in his front pocket.

He walked to the cabinet, stepping lightly around the fallen debris littering the floor, being careful with each step to test his weight on the decaying floor. The snow made it difficult to see what was actually beneath his feet. It'd been a long time since this place had seen a roof overhead; he'd fallen though a rotten floor once before and he didn't want to do it again.

When he reached the cabinet and opened the doors he found only some ragged sheets of decomposing paper, some pens, and some paperclips. That was as good as empty. He couldn't help but be disappointed. Their supplies were dwindling, and they needed a find soon. He thought his dad was scared, but was trying not to show it. It made Zach feel better when his father was brave. It made him feel like he could be brave too.

Suddenly he noticed how quiet things had become. He couldn't hear his father and brother anymore. Wind whistled through the broken windows. A crow cawed in the distance, then went silent. He then heard a sound come from the end of the aisle behind him; a sound like someone walking. His stomach clenched and, despite the cold air against his cheeks, his face flushed hot.

He rose and turned slowly. At the end of the aisle, no more than sixty feet in front of him, stood a gaunt, dark figure. Its long hair was matted and infested with dead leaves and small twigs. Its breath escaped in small plumes, visible in the cold, dusk air. It stood slightly hunched, watching him. Its head turned to the side, its mouth twitched and jerked. It was dressed in dirty, disintegrating rags that barely covered its body.

It stood, breathing and watching. Zach froze; the thing just continued to stare. Calling out to his father could provoke it, but so could running away from it. He knew if this carrier was paralyzed badly enough he could maybe outrun it; but there was no guarantee of that.

Zach's eyes shifted left then right; he could find no obvious exit. He was boxed in by collapsed shelves, boxes, and other garbage. Sometimes carriers were so delirious they just walked away; not often, but sometimes. He hoped this one would just walk away.

Suddenly it stopped moving and then stood very still.

Zach reached slowly for his gun, then unsnapped the holster. In the eerie silence of the store it made a deafening clicking sound.

Then it leapt.

He backpedaled, surprised by the thing’s speed. It had appeared to be starving, even near death, but the prowess and agility it displayed was terrifying. Zach tripped over some trash on the floor, then landed on his backside; boxes fell around his head, blocking his view.

He reached down to his holster to retrieve the gun. It was gone! He desperately searched under the trash and snow covering the floor for the gun, but couldn't find it. Panic struck him like an electric shock in his chest.

The thing continued to run, jumping over trash and boxes, closing the gap between them with alarming speed. Zach stood up and tried to run. In his haste he tripped and fell on a rotten tree branch that had fallen through the decaying roof.

Now on his hands and knees he quickly looked up, surveying his escape route. He still didn't see one; all the shelves now looked like a labyrinth. The gun was still missing and he couldn't think. He was frozen in place, utterly terrified. He realized with sickening certainty that he was going to die in the trash; torn limb from limb by the monster behind him. In a last-ditch effort he opened his mouth to call out for his father's help.

Before he could he saw a tall figure dressed in camouflage, wearing goggles and a surgical mask over a long beard running toward him. A baseball bat was clenched in his hands.

Daddy.

His father jumped over him, then swung the bat with incredible force. Zach watched as the bat connected just above the thing's nose. Its head snapped backward from the impact as its bare, frost-bitten feet flew out from under it. It landed on its back, motionless, dead before it hit the floor. Standing over the miserable figure his father delivered one final blow to the thing’s head, splitting it into pieces.

Ed Brady turned to his oldest son. A few small dots of the carrier's blood clung to his goggles. “Oh, Zach,” he said through the mask, shaking his head, his voice wavering.

Zach began to cry.

Ed held his son for only a moment, attempting to quell the tears. It was all the time they might have left before more of the infected showed up. This attack had been too close. Zach knew better than to wander off, but the boy was so young; it was an understandable mistake. Dangerous, but understandable.

Ed’s youngest son, Jeremy, then emerged from the shadows. He was a thoughtful and precocious eight year old, streetwise beyond his years. He instinctively scanned the aisles for movement before fixing his gaze upon his father and brother.

Ed looked down at Zach, then over to Jeremy. “We have to go, guys. Where there’s one there’s bound to be more, you know.”

The boys nodded in agreement.

“There’s nothin' here anyway,” Jeremy said flatly.

Ed didn’t reply.

The trio quickly searched the trash, eventually locating Zach's missing gun. They then made their way quickly and carefully out of the store. The arctic wind bit them as they passed through the broken front doors of the decrepit building and into the winter night.

After scanning the parking lot for carriers, Ed picked up some snow with a gloved hand, rubbed it on his goggles, then wiped them clean. He then wiped his wax-laden surgical mask in the same fashion. He cleaned his gloves in the snow.

Carrier blood
. He knew what that could mean.

He inspected both of his children; they were apparently clean...this time. He wondered just how exposed he'd been back there. His concern was for the kids; if he was alone and had himself been exposed he could live and die by that. With the kids involved, however, it would mean leaving them without their protector. It would be their death sentence. He had to ensure his children would live to see a different world than the one in which they now suffered so greatly.

He turned to his oldest son. “Zach, go get the sled and bring it over here.” Zach complied without hesitation. In their world survival depended on following the rules.

Ed hitched the sled to his own waist using a frayed, nylon rope they'd picked up at a Home Depot right after they left the border town. The sled, procured from a Toy's R Us when the snow began to fall, contained anything they couldn’t fit into their backpacks: extra food, blankets, plastic sheeting, rope, and more.

They ran through their pre-travel checklist; boots tied, backpacks zipped, masks and goggles on, guns holstered and ready. Their map was their ever-present guide, tucked away in Ed's front pocket. Their baseball bat and machete were close at hand as well. Those weapons usually saw more action than the guns anyway.

A scream sounded from off in the distance, deep in the surrounding wood. It was the sound of pain and insanity. Ed shuddered; he supposed he'd never get used to that sound.

“Let’s go.”

As the snow continued to fall from dark sky above them, Ed and his sons trudged onward through the accumulating drifts. The sled he pulled moved smoothly across the powdery surface, producing a soft and consistent scraping sound. It was almost soothing in the heavy silence of the snowy night.

Their feet were covered in layers of wool socks. They never ignored their feet; frostbite led to gangrene, and gangrene led to death. Once feet froze, death wasn't far behind. It was a hard lesson of winter after the outbreak.

Their faces were covered in ski masks now, their eyes protected by goggles, their bodies covered by multiple layers of scavenged winter-wear. They looked like homeless mountaineers engaged in a futile search for some mythical peak.

The snow fell heavily for several hours before finally letting up. Eventually it stopped altogether, and then the clouds moved out. The nearly-full moon shone brightly down from above them with cold indifference, effectively illuminating the area around them and allowing them to see surprisingly well. The strip mall they'd just left was long behind them, but the memory of Zach's encounter with the carrier was still fresh in all their minds.

According to the map, they were traveling along what had once been Interstate Highway 64, heading due west. In this part of the country highway exits had initially served to provide travelers with a respite from the rigors of the open road. They also unintentionally served to break up the long stretches of tree-lined roadway.

Despite the brightness of the moon, the surrounding forest remained the blackest of all blacks. Having left the strip mall far behind, Ed and his sons now walked a barren stretch of road bordered by a black nightmare. The snow had accumulated significantly, making travel even more difficult. Summer travel was easier, but the favorable conditions also meant it was easier on the carriers as well.

By the light of the moon they could see scores of corpses littering the highway. Most had been infected, and were at least partially devoured by wild animals or by other carriers. The bones and the cartilage, however, remained largely intact.

Some bodies were fresher than others, suggesting they'd died more recently. That meant people were still being infected. The infected were dying, but not quickly enough. Many of them had been killed by survivors right after the infection broke out, and many more had been killed by the army’s first strike. In the end there were so many infected they couldn’t possibly all be contained or killed.

The remaining infected began to develop rudimentary survival techniques. They would often hunt city and suburban streets in packs, eating whatever animals they could catch. They also ate domesticated pets whenever they could find them. They ate the bodies of the uninfected as well as the bodies of the infected, once they died. They tended not to attack other infected humans, a behavior that led to speculation by survivors that the virus had been a form of genetic warfare, and the behavior engineered.

With the cloud cover gone it was inevitable that the temperatures would drop. Ed and the boys needed a camp, and they needed a fire. There were plenty of cars forever stranded on the highway; normally they just found one with windows intact and holed up in it. As cold as it was on this night, however, they desperately needed heat, so they staked out two cars parked nearly side by side to build their fire between.

After identifying their campsite the three of them walked together to the edge of the forest to gather deadwood for the fire. They rarely separated; this task was no exception to that rule. After the incident back at the sporting goods store Ed felt this was even more imperative. He still blamed himself for the mistake that led to Zach being alone for too long. They were lucky, indeed.

They made short work of the firewood retrieval, each carrying as much as they could back to their campsite. Five trips provided them enough wood to keep the fire going the whole night.

Back at their impromptu camp Ed looked inside the two cars; they were both filled with the forgotten corpses of another time. He had the boys close their eyes, then removed the corpses from the cars, dragging them a sufficient distance from their impromptu camp. It was gruesome work, and one more nightmarish image he didn't want his children to have to endure. Most of the infected had difficulty opening car doors; otherwise they'd have eaten their fill of the car-bodies long ago. He could only imagine the circumstances that led these poor folks dying in their cars. He tried not to dwell on it; he couldn’t mourn forever for the whole world.

Once Ed got the fire going they all removed their gloves and held their hands toward the flames, rubbing their fingers together. The smell of smoke was strong and comforting. The cars they'd camped between served to block some of the biting wind, and also reflected some of the fire's heat back toward them. It wasn't necessarily cozy, but it would suffice for the night.

Ed and the boys were in their third winter since the outbreak; the current and the prior winter had been spent on the road. They had been in the border town for the first winter immediately following the outbreak, at least until the food ran out and things in the town broke down completely.

That had also been before Sarah died.

Ed promptly shook that thought from his head.

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