Siege (50 page)

“Look for survivors! Look for survivors!” Kevin’s voice was harsh with emotion.

Curtis gave him a dark look over his shoulder.

The zombies were closing in on the Durango. The helicopter buzzed low over them as both Kevin and Ed fired at them.

Curtis saw the two women scramble out of a broken window and struggle across the field toward the tree line. He could see Linda’s face was smeared with blood and Bette’s arm was at an odd angle. He started to speak, but his voice caught in his throat.

“There they are,” Kevin shouted.

Greta glanced down, nodded and tried to move in for a rescue. Four runners darted through the wake of the helicopter and toward the woman.

With looks of terror on their faces, Linda and Bette darted into the tree line.

“Look for them! Look for them!” Kevin grabbed Curtis and hauled him out of his chair, taking his place.

Curtis stumbled into the back of the helicopter and looked toward Ed. The old hunter was determinedly taking down as many of the zombies as possible. After a quick check of his safety line, Curtis moved to the open door and looked down. The wind buffeted him as he looked down into the trees below, looking for the two women. He realized that their army greens and hunting clothes had them camouflaged and he rubbed the side of his nose anxiously. Now that the helicopter was over the trees, it was harder to see the zombies. Beside him, Ed was swearing up a storm.

“I don’t see them,” Greta said, her voice stricken.

“Keep looking,” Kevin answered.

The helicopter moved slowly over the forest as the zombies continued into the trees. Suddenly, Curtis caught sight of the women. In a small clearing was a broken down tin and wood structure. It had probably been a makeshift barn at one time. The women had climbed up onto its rusted metal roof and were huddled under the overhang of the second roof that covered the barn loft. They had probably climbed up on something then kicked it away, he figured, but it was apparent that the women were trapped. The fastest of the runners were now in the clearing, looking around with hawk-like movements for their prey. He could see both women curled against each other, trying to keep out of view of the zombies below. But by doing so, they were also keeping out of view of those above. Curtis was barely catching glimpses of them from between the tree branches.

“Do you see them?” Kevin’s voice was strained. “Does anyone see them?”

The helicopter began to drift away from the clearing and the barn. Curtis stared down through the trees to where he knew the two women were hiding. The zombies were clustered in the clearing, looking around, sensing the fresh meat. It would probably not take too much for them to bring down that barn and rip apart the two women.

“Anyone see them?” Kevin’s voice was persistent, eating away at Curtis’

resolve.

“I see nothing,” Greta answered dismally.

“I ain’t got em,” Ed answered. “No sign.”

Curtis wanted Bette gone, but not Linda. Then again, Bette had corrupted Linda, hadn’t she? They were lesbian whores. Sinners. Just like Mary had said.

“Curtis, do you see them?”

Curtis opened his mouth, hesitated, then said, “No, no I don’t.”

The sounds of the helicopter roared around them as the humans fell into silence.

“Zombies see something,” Greta said suddenly. She pulled the stick to the left and banked around. “They see something!”

Kevin appeared beside Curtis, looking down. The zombies in the clearing now were banging on the barn and it was shaking under the assault. A pale hand darted out from beneath the overhang and waved at the helicopter, then a frightened bloodied face looked up at them.

“We got them!”

There was a mad scramble for the rescue line and safety harness as Kevin began barking orders for Greta to get her closer to the women. Slowly, the safety harness drifted down toward the barn.

The zombies were in a frenzy now, the old structure shaking apart. Curtis hunched down by the open doorway and watched, feeling cold and disconnected from those around him.

Linda reached out and hooked the safety harness and Curtis watched the two women struggle to get it on her. He could imagine Bette telling Linda,

“You first.” He saw their heads draw together in what he knew was a kiss, then Bette signaled for them to hoist Linda up.

As Linda swung over the heads of the zombies, they leaped at her, forgetting the barn temporarily. Curtis watched Linda’s bloodied upturned face as she was pulled up to safety. He loved how her brown hair swam in the wind around her face. He imagined touching it. Then Linda was being pulled into the helicopter and struggling out of the harness.

“Hurry! Hurry!” Linda didn’t even acknowledge him, but clung to safety straps just inside the doorway to watch the harness descend to Bette. “Her arm is broken! She made me come first.”

4. The Restless Dead

The zombies returned to shaking the barn, pieces of it breaking off. It was beginning to list to one side and Bette was holding on for dear life with her one good arm.

“Bring it back up,” Kevin ordered, and the harness was drawn back up.

“No! No! Don’t leave her,” Linda screamed at him. “No!”

“I’m not,” Kevin answered, shrugging into the harness and securing it. Then he pushed out of the helicopter as Ed lowered him down. Again, the zombies paid attention to the food dangling over their heads and not at the woman clinging to the roof of the barn. Curtis looked toward Linda and saw her gaze was firmly fastened on Bette. Kevin reached Bette, his feet just barely out of reach of the zombies leaping up at him. Stretching out his hand, he motioned to her. Struggling to stand, Bette reached out with her good hand. Several zombies hit the barn again, with such force, it knocked Bette off balance and she lurched forward.

Kevin barely grabbed her arm as the zombies below grabbed her booted feet. Twisting and kicking, Bette struggled to break free. Kevin’s hands tightened their grip and he hooked his legs around her waist and pulled her up as hard as he could. But still the zombies held on. Curtis could see that both of them were screaming. Beside him Linda’s cries of fear were ear shattering. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. He hoped the bitch died.

“Fuck this,” Greta said, pulling the big bird upwards.

* * * * *

Bette screamed as the zombies held onto her legs. She felt like she was being pulled in two. Kevin had such a tight grip on her, she could barely breathe. She kicked and twisted hard and finally managed to get free of most of the gripping hands.

Swinging upward, Kevin and Bette dangled over the barn as one lone zombie held firmly to Bette’s foot. It was a woman in a house dress and to Bette’s horror, it began to pull itself upwards. Its drawn back black lips and toothy grimace made Bette scream with sheer terror. The tiny blond tried to push the creature off with her other foot. The abnormally fast creature grabbed it and began to draw itself toward her exposed shin. The accident had torn Bette’s pant leg and her skin was a tasty lure for the gaping maw of the zombie.

Both her legs trapped by the creature, Bette struggled, but not so much as to have Kevin lose his grip. The zombie’s teeth gnashed together as it drew closer to her flesh. The young woman could not tear her eyes from the zombie as it strained to reach her tender skin.

Bette felt Kevin let go of her with one arm and she screamed in terror as she felt as if she was about to drop. The zombies head exploded as Kevin shot it. The creature’s fingers went slack and it tumbled to the ground. Pulling her up, Kevin held her as Bette sobbed with pain and relief.

* * * * *

Curtis watched the scene with cold detachment, but he put a smile on his face when Kevin and Bette fell into a heap inside the helicopter. Linda shoved everyone aside and gathered Bette up into her arms..

“I promised you a happy ending, babe,” Bette shouted to Linda and pressed a fervent kiss to her lips.

“Are you bit?” Curtis asked, hoping she was.

“No, no! The car accident banged us up,” Linda answered.

“Gotta check,” Ed said, then did just that.

Curtis almost hoped Bette or Linda or both were bitten. Instead, Ed nodded that they were okay and the women cried with relief.

“Now what?” Greta asked as she swung the copter around.

Below a long steady stream of zombies were stumbling past the field and the destroyed Durango toward the west.

Kevin fell into the seat next to her and donned his headset.

“Now, what?” she repeated.

Kevin hesitated, then said, “Signal the next Durango for phase two.”

1. Hordes

Dale and Ken had sat in silence in their Durango listening to the drama unfold. Neither one of them had dared to interfere or make suggestions as they had heard the desperate voices over the cackling of the radio. Once or twice they had each uttered ‘shit’ or ‘dammit,’ but otherwise had been silent.

When the word came through that Linda and Bette were safe, Ken let out a sigh of relief and collapsed against the dashboard. “Oh, God, I was praying so hard I thought my head would explode.”

“Well, at least they didn’t get ate,” Dale decided. “Guess that proves the Baptists wrong, eh? The hot lesbians live to kiss another day.”

“You’re really sick, you know,” Ken chided flirtatiously.

“Yeah, I know,” Dale answered, winking. “And that’s why you like me.”

Ken blushed deeply.

* * * * *

In Bill and Katarina’s Durango, they too had listened in silence, their fingers intertwined. It was far too easy to imagine themselves in the place of the two women. The thought of losing each other was too much to bear. At last, when they knew that the women were rescued, they hugged each other tightly.

“I love you, Bill,” Katarina whispered.

“I love you, Kit-Kat,” he answered, giving her a gruff kiss.

“Durango Two, prepare to depart,” Kevin’s voice said through the radio static.

“That’s us, honey,” Bill said, kissing her one more time. He ran his hand over her long red braid then sat back in the driver’s seat and steadied his nerves. Shifting into drive, he looked up at the helicopter drifting into view. “Let’s hope it goes better for us.”

“I’m praying something awfully fierce,” Katarina answered softly. “But if it’s our time, I just pray that the Good Lord gives us time to do what we need to.”

With sadness in his eyes, Bill nodded.

“Durango Two, depart,” Kevin said.

* * * * *

“We almost lost Bette and Linda,” Travis said to Katie and Juan as they entered the communication center. “But they’re okay.”

“Shit,” Juan uttered. “How?”

“Runners. Sounds like they ended up with more than they expected and there were some miscalculations. They’re on the helicopter now. A little battered, but okay.” Travis ran his hands over his hair and then rubbed his face. “They’re okay.”

“And they got a lot of zombies to go off in the right direction away from us,” Peggy added from her post before the radios. “So that’s good.”

“So the plan is working.” Katie sat down in a chair and ran her hand gently over her large stomach.

“So far,” Travis agreed.

“Shit,”Juan said again. He was perched on the edge of a table. “I told my crazy ass cousin not to go.”

“You couldn’t stop her from going with Bette,” Katie reminded him.

“Yeah, I know,” Juan answered. He sighed and rubbed his day old stubble.

“Who’s the bait now?”

“Bill and Katarina,” Peggy replied. One of her well-manicured hands rested against the ear piece of her headset. “They just got the word to move ahead.”

Katie silently reached out to Travis and he took her hand. Giving her a small encouraging smile, he squeezed her fingers.

“Bill knows those roads. He’ll be fine,” Travis assured her. Katie gave him a hopeful, yet solemn look.

* * * * *

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Katarina’s mantra repeated in her head in rapid succession. The Durango idled at the next crossroads waiting for the lumbering zombies to grow closer. There were so many of the hungry dead. They clogged up the road, filled the ditches and extended into the trees. Despite the air conditioner being set to recycle the air in the Durango, the stench was growing unbearable.

Thousands of outstretched hands reached toward their vehicle as the zombies marched toward them. They were gray and somewhat blackened by the sun. Their bristled hair stood up around their heads in the humidity and heat. Their clothes were almost unrecognizable as they clung to their decomposing flesh.

Men and women, young and old, shambled toward them. There were no signs of runners and that was a relief.

“Dear God, Bill, one is in a wheelchair,” Katarina gasped. A terribly eaten zombie was rolling its way down the road. It was being swept along by the other bodies around it.

Bill arched his neck to see, then began to laugh his huge bellowing chuckle. “Shit, babe, don’t that beat all.”

A tiny little boy, a cap still on his head, baseball bat in one hand, his cherubic face somehow still cute in death, reached the Durango and banged on the door with his fist. Katarina leaned over into the backseat to look down at him. In another time, this little guy could be any little leaguer banging on his Mom’s SUV after a hard game. But this child didn’t whine or smile, it hissed and growled.

The boy began to hit the Durango with his baseball bat.

“Time to go,” Katarina said.

Bill watched as more zombies came within a few feet of the Durango. “I agree.”

Slowly, the Durango moved forward onto the side road that would head into the west and away from the fort.

Almost in unison, the zombies turned to follow, the little boy dragging his baseball bat on the asphalt.

* * * * *

“So why are lesbians hot but gay men aren’t to you Neanderthal straight men?” Ken asked. He felt contrary. He sat in the passenger seat, arms across his chest, staring out the window.