Origins of the Outbreak (12 page)

Darren couldn't help himself; he turned to the side and vomited on the floor.  When he was finished, he turned back to Sarah once again.  Her upper body moved wildly and she lifted her head to snap her teeth at him, but her entire lower half wasn't moving.  He stepped closer and saw pieces of white bone amongst the blood and
discarded intestines.  Whatever did this to her had ripped her spinal column and severed the cord, leaving her lower half useless.

He cried for a few minutes.  He'd been on top of the world, expecting to come home to Sarah and work t
hings out with her and now…  He was alone.  Utterly alone in the chaos
.
When he finally stopped crying he walked slowly over to where he'd dropped the knife and picked it up.  If these things followed the same pattern as the zombies in the movies, destroying their brains would put an end to them.

Sarah
–
not Sarah
!
–
continued to struggle to move towards him so she could attack him and do the same thing to him that had happened to her
.
“I'm sorry, honey.  I love you.  I'll always love you,” he told the thing staring at him and plunged the knife into her eye.  She continued to spasm for a moment, but eventually settled and stopped moving.

Darren stared around their bedroom for a moment and then rushed to get a suitcase.  He'd done what needed to be done.  His wife was in a better place now.  Within minutes he had two suitcases crammed with clothing and he carried them to the door.  He opened it and peered out cautiously.  Everything seemed to be okay, so he hurried out and put the bags in the trunk of his sedan.

“I'll need food,” he mumbled, still in shock of what he'd been through and what he had to do to Sarah.  He jogged towards the house and closed the door carefully behind himself.

He packed canned food, boxed goods and bottled water into a few grocery bags and looked around the living room to see if there was anything that he wanted.  On the fireplace mantle, a happy Sarah and Darren stared at him from their wedding picture.  He grabbed that and then looped his fingers through the bags of food.

In his haste, he didn't check the door before opening it.  Standing right in the doorway was that big mother fucker from next door.  Only it wasn't him anymore.  He lunged for Darren, who deftly moved backwards out of the way.  He stumbled backwards to get out of the reach of the giant creature in front of him and tripped over the fucking coat rack.  Cans of food flew up into the air and fell heavily against the floor.

Seeing his victim fall was all the advantage that Mateo needed.  Once he got his hands on Darren's leg, there was no getting away from the large zombie.

The Coffee Drinker, 7:23 p.m.

Levantr
e
was tired.  All day long he’d slaved away at the office and then had to go to the grocery store after work.  The problems over in Belton were all that anyone talked about and his mama called him from Houston to remind him that he needed to get groceries so he could stay home for the next few days.  So, he’d schlepped his way over to the store and fought with so many people that he was simply exhausted.

He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror and was shocked to see a wrinkle in his forehead.  “
Aeeii!” he screamed and let go of the steering wheel.  The car careened across the double yellow lines into oncoming traffic.

He grabbed the wheel and jerked back into his lane.  He took a deep breath and whined, “Oh m
y
God!
”  He risked another quick glance in the mirror and that hideous blemish glared at him.  “Oh, it’s all the government’s fault,” he told himself.  “They let something nasty out of the lab and now I have…  I can’t even say it!”

Levantre
had talked to himself for years, so he no longer thought of it as weird.  Some of his boyfriends had taken a while to adjust to it, but he knew what to do to keep them around.  He was very good in bed and knew exactly how to please his man, so they weren’t going anywhere just because of a few quirks.  Usually he was the one to end the relationship with the men because they became stale and boring.

“I need a latte,” he sighed.  “Oh wait.  I…  I can’t go in public like this!  What am I supposed to do?”  Then he remembered his emergency compact in the
glove box.  He’d placed it there for days when he got a pimple.  It was a rare occasion, but even the very sexy Levantre Dixon got a zit now and again.

His day started like every other day, but by noon the radio that they played at the bank’s teller counter where he worked began to report these totally outlandish things about people in the next town attacking one another.  Crazy, horrible things that all the employees thought w
er
e
some sort of weird War of the Worlds-type joke.

Then the television began to show footage of a news crew being
attacked.  Jevon, the manager – and one of the many married men that Levantrehad been able to encourage homosexual experimentation wit
h
– closed down the bank early and everyone stood around watching the television in horror.  News helicopters circled the small town of Belton and eventually  Jevon sent everyone home, telling them that the owners had decided to close the bank for a few days, so everyone was being offered the rest of that day's pay and the Saturday off in exchange for a lawsuit if someone got hurt coming to work.

Levantre
finally remembered to call his mama, who scolded him for a solid ten minutes and then made him go to the grocery store.  That was a disaster.  There were people everywhere.
Folks grabbing each other and shoving.
He’d struggled just to add a few items to his buggy.  The stress from that experience was clearly why he had that disfiguring mark, but his compact would help him cover it up, then he’d put on a skin revitalization mask tonight and pamper himself over the next few days.

He’d already decided that he wasn’t going to leave his apartment after he made it home; what he’d seen on the news convinced him that the best place for him was locked away with a stash of food.  Of course, he may have to invite Leon or maybe even Robbie to help him pass the time.  He’d have to think about which one he could stand to be around for three or four days straight while he drank his coffee.

He pulled slowly into the strip mall where the Starbucks that he liked was located.  He sat in his car for a moment and liberally applied the concealer to his forehead making sure it was blended evenly.  “There.  All better, sweetie,” he told his reflection and then blew a kiss to himself in the mirror.  Levantr
e
grew up on the mean streets of Houston and he was a gay man living in a military town, so he was already conditioned to check his surroundings before he got out of his little Jetta. He checked over both shoulders and then in the rearview to ensure that he was alone.

“All clear,
hon,” he remarked idly to himself and opened the door.  He made sure to lock the door behind himself.  Levantr
e
had read somewhere that studies showed that if you simply locked your car doors, the chances of getting your vehicle stolen went way down.  He couldn't remember the actual statistic that was quoted, but it was more than half.  “Lord knows I can't afford to have my baby stolen!”  He patted the roof lovingly and then went inside.

“Hey
,
Levantre!
”
Michael said when he walked in.

“Hi
, Michael!” he replied as he made his way to the counter.  Besides Michael and another employee named Amy, he was the only one in the store.  “Oh my goodness, I'm so thankful that y'all are open!  I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't.”

“Yeah, we're open,” the barista huffed.  “I called corporate and asked if we could close '
er down for the night but that got shot down.  Even worse, my opener for tomorrow morning quit.  She said if I was gonna force her to come to work during the apocalypse, then she would just get a job at Target.  Can you believe that?”

“That is pretty silly, Michael. 
The apocalypse, whatever
.
You know what I think this is?”

“Oh yeah, please give us your inside information,” Amy said without looking up from scrubbing the espresso machine.

“
Pffst
, girl you don't even know,” he said with an upraised hand at the offensive employee.  He'd never liked her because of her crappy attitude.  “I think it's one of those disaster preparedness exercises that the government does.  You know, to help people see just how unprepared they are for a natural disaster.”

“Hmm, hadn't thought of it that way,” the manager acknowledged.

“Really?
”
Amy cut in.  “Do you really think they'd risk the widespread panic everywhere?  I bet there was a mad rush on the grocery and liquor stores and people got hurt.  There's no way that this is an exercise.”

“What do you know about things, missy?”
Levantre asked.

“My boyfriend is in the Army and they all got ordered to stay on post.  He wrote me and said that they were even drawing their weapons.”

“Well, I ain't no artist, but I know that doodling on a page isn't gonna help anything!”

Amy sighed in exasperation.  “It means that they're getting issued their guns so they can go fight.”

Levantre's dark skin paled several shades.  “Oh, like an exercise or something?  Tony used to talk about going on exercises.”

“No, like the real deal
.
They were given real bullets, not the fake ones.”

Levantre
considered what she'd said for a moment and then looked over at Michael and said, “Yeah, I'
m
gonn
a
take mine to go.”

The manager chuckled nervously and replied, “Sure thing. 
The usual?”

“Oh no,
hun
.
I just had a horrible time at the grocery store,” he glanced pointedly at Amy, who stared back at him with those dull, lifeless eyes underneath a pair of eyebrows that desperately needed to be visited by an esthetician or two.  “I need a triple shot of espresso tonight.”

“Of course, anything else,
Levantre?”

He handed over his gold Starbucks cars and said, “No.  That will be all, Michael.  Thank you.”

He thought of the stomach issues that he had last night and said, “Oh wait.  Can you make sure she uses skim milk?  I think she made it with whole milk yesterday and I was bloated all evening long.” He rubbed his tummy to indicate where the problem had been.

“Must have been something else that you
ate.
I always use skim milk in your drinks,” Amy stated.

“
Mm
m
hmm
.
I'm sure.”  He pulled out his phone and dialed Robbie's number.  In her own annoying way, Amy had helped him make the decision about which lover to invite over for a few days' stay.  Leon was too needy and his sarcasm might get on Levantre's nerves after a while.  He didn't want this little event to ruin the good thing he had going with Leon, which was mind-numbing sex and then parting ways in the morning.

Robbie's phone rang repeatedly until his voicemail picked up.  “Hey baby, it's
Levantre.  Call me!”

What did that mean?  Robbi
e
alway
s
answered his calls.  “Is that bitch cheating on me?” he gasped.

“What?” Amy asked as she poured the milk into the coffee cup.

“Oh nothing,” he replied and frantically dialed Leon's phone.  Suddenly, the thought of being stranded all alone during this crisis became very frightening to him.

Leon picked up after two rings
.
“
Hey, Levantre
.
You never call this early
,” he said as a way of hello.

“Hey
, you sexy thang
!
I – oh, hold on.”  He took the latte that Amy sat on the counter.  “Thank you.  Bye Michael, be safe.”

“Same to you, man,” the manager replied with a wave.

Into the phone he said, “Sorry, I'm at Starbucks and my latte was ready.  So, how have you been?”

“
I'm really good. I just started seeing someone.
”

“Oh…
  I'm sorry to hear that.  I mean, that's great news for you, Leon.  Congratulations.  I was just hoping that maybe you wanted to come over for the night, maybe even stay the weekend.”

“
Levantre Dixon, you have horrible timing!  If you'd have asked me two weeks ago, then I'd have jumped at the chance to spend the weekend with you.  But I can't.  I just started seeing this really great guy that I met at the cafe on Third Street.
”

Levantre
unlocked his car and slid down into the seat.  “Oh, I love that place!  I didn't know that you knew about it.”

“
You're the one that told me about it, lover.  Remember?  Never mind.  Look, Robbie's coming over in a few, so I need to run and finish getting ready.  We should have coffee together one day after work like adults instead of just meeting up to fuck.
”

His heart dropped in his chest.  “Wait, did you say Robbie? 
As in Robbie Larsen?”

There was a pause and then Leon answered, “
Yeah, how'd you know?
”

“That cunt
.
I've been seeing Robbie for over a year.”

“Like dating or just hooking up with him?
” Leon asked in alarm.

There was a clear distinction between the two an
d
Levantr
e
didn't want to ruin his relationship with either of the men.  He knew that they'd break up soon enough, they were just too different from one another, then they'd both come crawling back to him on their knees – literally.  “It was nothing serious, just casual.  You know me, Leon.  I avoid relationships because they never work out anyways.”

“
Oh, okay…  Hey, I'm serious about the coffee.  You're a good friend. 
I
gott
a
go!
”

“Alright, we'll schedule something.  Bye.”  He hung up the phone and stared darkly through the glass windows into the Starbucks where Michael and Amy talked as they cleaned.

“What does he mean 'good friend'?”  He muttered while he started the car.  “We barely ever talked about anything except sex!”

Levantre
shifted the car into gear and pulled out into the street.  “What am I gonna do now?  I don't wanna be alone for the entire weekend.”  He briefly considered going to the club, but the groceries in the car meant that he couldn't do that without everything getting spoiled.  Finally, he resigned himself to call Hector.

They'd been in a serious relationship for almost two years before his Latin lover proposed marriage to make it official. 
Levantr
e
had fled the relationship and hadn't talked to him in forever.  They saw each other in the bars and clubs around town, but they hadn't really talked.

He sighed and dialed the number.  “
Um, hello Levantre
,” Hector said when he answered the phone.

“Hi, Hector.  How have you been?”

“
I've been good, my friend.  The salon is booming – I just made a bid two days ago on the space next door.  We plan on knocking out the wall and expanding the shop.  How is the bank?
”

“Everything is going good…  Well, almost everything.  I…
  I miss you, Hector.”

“
I miss you too
,
Levantre.  We were so good together.
”