The Lost Gods (4 page)

1...2...3... two rocks.

1…2…3… rock and scissors.

“You lose,” said Jes
se, “I'm going to get some beauty rest.”

“Best of three,” said Adam.

“Best of this,” said Jesse as he grabbed his crotch.

“Classy
.”

Jesse backed up from the wall and sauntered with confidence toward the ladder leading up to the tree house. Each day, Jesse and Adam took turns sleeping for four-hour blocks of time. They slept like the dead whe
never they were in the tree house. There was comfort in knowing that the creatures could not climb. Jesse’s right combat boot hit a piece of fishing line as he walked toward the ladder. Bells clanked loudly and the jarring noise caused Adam to spin around.

“Be careful!” yelled Adam.

“Relax, dragged my feet is all. I'll rearm it.”

With that, Jesse knelt
down, picked up the line, and pulled it over to the small stake. He tied it loose around the stake with the care of a watchmaker. The noise traps were set up all around the fort. Trip wires lined the walls, balconies, and the asphalt. The slightest touch would set off the traps. After he was satisfied with the tripwire, Jesse climbed the ladder into the tree house, and slid into his sleeping bag. He closed his eyes, reached out with his left hand and touched the south wall. His fingers met with cold steel: a bundle of rebar that Adam had welded together for him. Jesse had not asked for it, but Adam was tired of Jesse breaking all his hammers so he had made Jesse a cudgel. Adam had wrapped some leather scraps around the hilt to make a grip. He had tied the leather with shoelaces and some thin twine. Jesse had fallen in love with the weapon the day Adam had given it to him. Jesse's hand caressed the cudgel and his nerves calmed. When his hand reached the leather grip, he exhaled. His hand returned to the warmth of the sleeping bag and he fell asleep.

…

Jesse was on a beach. He felt the wind. Moonlight flickered on the surface of the waves. Gusts of cold, humid sea breeze blew through his wild, coarse beard. All his life his dreams had been vague and colorless, but this dream felt real. He walked through the sand and the tan mounds shifted as he put his weight into each step. Tufts of sand danced in the air with each swell of wind. When he reached the water, Jesse knelt. The smell of kelp filled his nostrils with its briny bouquet. The salty moisture of the ocean air clung to his face, arms, and neck. His fingers were about to touch the water when the ocean disappeared. Dry, hot sand was all that remained. The ocean drew away like a rug pulled out from under him.

The outline of a person was just visible in the di
stance. Moonlight transformed into harsh sunlight. Heat waves obscured the horizon. The silhouette disappeared in the haze. Jesse leaned forward and broke into a jog. He saw something: a speck in the distance. Jesse ran full tilt at the unknown object. Slowly, the speck grew larger. He could see the outline of a tall, sturdy woman. She stood like a monolith in the expansive desert. Her back was facing Jesse. The sandy breeze stung his eyes. He squinted. Her hair defied the wind and flowed down her back in an intricate braid of glossy black hair. It was the color of a raven's feathers. When his eyes fell downward, he fixated on the small space between her muscular thighs. The harsh light shone on her amber skin. Every inch of exposed flesh was uniform and flawless. The sight caused a stir in his pants. Jesse's manhood grew warm and pulsed. His eyes fell further down and focused on the faint dusting of sand on her sandaled feet. Jesse stood awestruck. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He drew closer to her. As he neared her, the desert expanded and pulled her away from him. He stopped and turned in a slow circle searching for what was behind the madness. The sun shrunk and morphed into the moon. Darkness fell upon the sands. Jesse could still see the strange woman. He walked in her direction, but with each step she grew more distant.

The woman spoke to him in an ancient language. It was unlike any of the countless mother tongues he heard w
hile he attended the University of Oregon. He ran toward her again. His desire to touch her increased. She slipped further away as he pushed forward. Frantic, Jesse sprinted, his legs were pistons, and his arms worked in synchronicity with them. The woman seemed only to float on the horizon of his vision. Jesse's heart pounded and his thighs burned and ached. The pale moon again turned into a blazing desert sun. Jesse felt the scorching heat. His lungs refused to draw in air fast enough. He could not run any longer. Jesse stumbled to a halt. She was a distant blur.

Jesse could feel hot breath on his neck. He turned to see a different woman: a pale crone with ragged white locks that fell where they pleased. He tried to move away, but she held him in place. Gnarled fingers gripped his throat. Long, jagged nails dug into the skin of his neck. She pulled herself close to him. Rotten breath a
ssaulted his nose and mouth.

“You will never find her. You are blood and meat and they the butchers. You will die.”

The crone squeezed and his vision clouded and grew dark. Jesse tried to call out, but his lungs were empty. His body was useless. The world was darkness.

Bells rang out.

…

Jesse shot up out of bed. His neck and thighs ached. His whole body shuddered.

“They made it through the back wall!” yelled Adam.

Jesse grabbed his cudgel and stuck his head out the north portal of the tree house. Below he spotted a colle
ction of reanimates that had broken through and were pushing past one another in competition for warm meat. Adam was safe on the platform that ran along the top of the wall. Between Adam and Jesse was a large asphalt courtyard full of the dead.

“What the fuck! You were supposed to be on watch!” yelled Jesse.

“I fell asleep! Help me!”

…

Adam moved to the north wall with a fire axe in hand. He picked his target, a fat male with mortuary rouge on his mustachioed face and a tacky blue and yellow plaid suit. Adam raised the axe above his head and jumped off the platform. As he fell, he swung his axe downward. The blade of the axe connected with the top of the creature's head. Its head split open like a putrid melon and the creature collapsed without ceremony. Adam stumbled and rolled forward with the momentum of the fall. He recovered and pulled his axe out of the dead thing. A burnt reanimate closed in on him. The creature's charred jaw distended in anticipation. Its eyeless sockets focused on Adam. Adam's eyes went wide with panic. He cocked his axe over his shoulder and swung hard. The dull blade of the axe met with the creature's exposed hipbone and shattered it. The creature folded up like a book. As it crumpled to the asphalt, Adam saw three reanimates hasten their gait toward him. He yanked his axe free and swung it upward as a rail-thin creature wrapped in a filthy shroud came within striking distance. The axe connected hard with the creature's jawbone. The reanimate's face divided into two worthless parts, and the force of the blow sent Adam backward. Adam lost his footing and hit the asphalt hard.

…

Jesse slid down the tree house's ladder. He ran over to Adam as soon as his bare feet touched the cold, moist asphalt. He jumped over Adam and blasted the two remaining creatures with quick swings of his cudgel. Each swing of the cudgel sent its target to the pavement. Jesse raised his makeshift weapon above his head and aimed at one of the fallen reanimates. A hand wrapped around his ankle and yanked him off balance. Jesse fell forward. He softened his fall with his arms and turned to see what had tripped him. A half-burnt female with half a head of hair draped in filthy clumps pulled Jesse's ankle toward its open mouth. A few black teeth and an off-colored tongue was all that was left of a once-complete mouth. Before it could sink what was left of its teeth into the sinewy meat of his ankle, Jesse yanked himself free. He kicked at its face with a wild fury, but the strikes did not phase the creature. It wormed its way closer to him. Its mouth opened and closed as it neared him. The sound of its teeth clacking and its body scraping across the asphalt sent a cold bolt up Jesse's spine. Jesse found his cudgel, and he angled his body to make a decent swing. He cocked his arm back. Cold hands grabbed his tensed arm. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the open mouth of what could have been a gunfighter or lawman in the Gold Rush days. Jesse had not seen this new creature come through the breach. Jesse struggled, but the thing’s hold was firm. Jesse choked the creature with his free hand. It twisted and tried to get close enough to bite Jesse. Its jaw dropped as it neared his face, which unleashed the stench of rotted teeth and fouled innards into the narrow patch of air between it and Jesse. Jesse responded with a grunt and clenched his hand as hard as he could. He pushed his feet into the asphalt to gain leverage. As he pushed against the ground with his toes, trying to get up, the other creature grabbed his ankle again. Jesse looked back in terror, as the halved thing pulled his foot toward its mouth.

“Oh fuck,” said Jesse. The top half of the female’s half-burnt face split in half, severed by Adam's axe. Jesse whipped his h
ead back around. The undead gunfighter bit Jesse's wrist. Jesse let go of its neck and grabbed the top of the creature's tangled, wiry hair. He brought its head down onto the asphalt with all his might. The creature’s skull popped open like an egg. Its putrid brain matter shot out of the cracked skull in a gelatinous mess. Jesse gagged and lifted himself up off the asphalt. He staggered toward the east wall, dry heaving as he moved. Adam ran over to the breached wall and pushed against the bent tin roofing.

“Help me with this!” Adam shouted. Jesse retched as he walked to Adam.

“Push!” yelled Adam. They shoved the tin roofing in unison. After a few strong shoves, the roofing bent back enough to cover the breach. Adam leaned against the wall.

“Get my hammer and some nails,” said Adam.

Jesse returned a short while later with the gear.

Adam secured the piece of tin with the nails. He slid down onto the asphalt and put his arms above his head. Adam sucked in hard breaths, sweat pouring down his face.

Jesse hunched over and put his hands on his knees. The tangled mass of still corpses decorated the center of the fort, but all else was calm.

“This isn't going to hold,” said Adam.

“It'll be fine. We've just got to make some modifications, right?”

“Maybe we should keep moving instead of trying to stay here,” said Adam.

“Move where? Seabeck? Dewato? Bremerton? You tell me how that would help?”

“Seabeck and Dewato are out in the sticks. There'd be less people,” said Adam, “Bremerton would have more supplies, at least.”

“And more fucking zombies,” said Jesse. “Except those zombies would be popping up out of nowhere. We'd be in the damned forest in Seabeck or Dewato and freezing our asses off with all the fog and rain. And in Bremerton, they'd be popping up out of the water. That's what happened when they came here. They started coming in through Dyes Inlet and the freeway and the forest. They came from everywhere.”

“I know that,” said Adam, “Listen, we could live in the ferry terminal and we could find a boat and go to Seattle or Tacoma or wherever to get food and supplies.”

“Are you shitting me?” said Jesse. “Assuming we don't die on the way to Bremerton, or that it isn't still overrun by several million zombies, then the zombies from Seattle would eventually make it to us and eat us.”

“We survived this long. What makes you think we'd die so easily?” asked Adam.

“We almost died right now, in a town we have basically cleared of these things. There's no way that we'd survive Bremerton or Seattle, and if we went into the forest we'd probably die during the winter even if another zombie never crossed our path. Face it, Adam; we are stuck here until we die.”

“I don't want to die in Silverdale,” said Adam. “I mean, I grew up here, but I sure as fuck don't want to die here.”

“What difference does it make where you die?” asked Jesse. He slumped down and sat cross-legged on the asphalt. He felt a sudden onset of exhaustion.

“It matters to me,” said Adam.

“You spent a lot of time putting this fort together,” said Jesse. “I'm not going to abandon it so quickly. We just need to stay vigilant.”

“We're sleep deprived,” said Adam. “This is going to keep happening. I'm so tired that I could fall asleep in the middle of this argument.”

“You think we wouldn't be sleep deprived if we were on the move?” asked Jesse.

“Not if we moved someplace safe,” said Adam.

“Where? Where is it safe? There are zombies everywhere. Billions of them. Everyone that has ever died is after us and everything else that has warm blood and meat. We're going to die, but I'd rather not make some dumb decision that quickens the process. Believe it or not, I'd rather be alive than dead, especially since the chief cause of death these days is getting eaten.”

“Yeah
yeah yeah,” said Adam, “I get it, all right? We're not going to Bremerton, or anywhere else. We are going to die in Silverdale, because the mighty Jesse thinks here's as good a place as anywhere else.”

“Where else would you like to die, Adam?” asked Je
sse through his teeth.

“Whatever man.
It's your watch now.”

“No,” said Jesse. He walked to the wooden ladder that led up to the tree house.