Trudge: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse (19 page)

The remaining two vehicles rolled through the blast area and took sporadic fire; they had to swerve to avoid the carcass of the little convertible. As he passed by, Rawley was high enough off of the ground to see into the smoking VW, under the shredded remains of the soft top, Sheila and Leo were still moving. Rawley started to slow his Bronco while anxiously glancing in the rear view mirror, but thought better of it. A side quarter window on the passenger side exploded. Gunfire continued pouring from the woods.

The Sequoia and the Dodge were safely out of the kill zone but the white Bronco lagged behind. Cade abruptly braked and stopped in the middle of the road. Duncan nearly collided with him but managed to squeeze the big 4x4 by on the right and perform a U-turn to form up next to the Sequoia. They had stopped several hundred yards from where the attack had taken place.

Back at the ambush site undead emerged from the woods, shambling towards the wreck.

Rawley watched helplessly as the ghouls arrived at the stationary car and began tearing apart the boy and the young lady he secretly had taken a liking to.  Making an emotional snap decision, he applied the brakes, the Broncos tires chirped belching blue smoke. He made the Bronco do a one eighty, stopped in place momentarily, and then raced to the horrific scene. While driving one handed, he depressed the thumb switch for the laser on the SKS assault rifle and flicked the safety off. Next he pushed a button on the dash that started the motorized sunroof opening. Screeching to a halt, he put the Bronco in park and stood up in the sunroof shouldering his rifle. The zombie he targeted had no idea that there was a red dot painting its grey forehead, the only thing it knew, was that it needed to eat. A 7.62 bullet stopped the need.

Leo and Shelly had initially suffered dreadful mortal wounds from the blast. The undead sped up the process as they stripped the pair of their flesh from the waist up. Rawley watched as they both started to reanimate and were now fighting to escape their seatbelts. Saying a heartfelt sorry under his breath, Rawley shot Leo through the temple ceasing his struggles. He painted the laser beam on what used to be Sheila, his finger tightening on the trigger. His head was blown apart by a supersonic .50 caliber bullet before the command from his brain could make his finger pull the trigger.

*****

Randall Trask was enraged that his spotter had detonated the device two seconds too late, not to mention the fact that the other penetrator IED failed totally. His incompetence ensured that some of them would escape.
Dumb fuck was probably stoned
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The moment Trask saw the pink vapor through the scope and watched the man’s headless torso collapse back into the vehicle, the ex-Marine scout sniper knew he had another confirmed kill. He caressed the hogs tooth hanging from his neck while he waited for “dumb fuck” to spot another target for him.

“I think the other two trucks got away”, the spotter said stammering nervously.

“Keep glassing idiot!”

The skinny spotter watched the baited zombies. They were clumsily trying to get at the bottom half of the man stuck in the sunroof of the white SUV. The windows were only half way open, it would take them awhile to eat the cooling corpse.

*****

Earlier that day as the rising sun washed the Idaho foothills with golden light, the shooter and his spotter watched the men prepare the ambush site on the road below. Jerrod dug the holes for the two devices; they were roughly two hundred feet apart. When the digging was finished the zombie bait was strung up. The two men had survived the previous days ambush, now they both wished that they hadn’t. It took an hour for them to bleed to death; the two in the sniper hide watched the men suffer terribly as the ghouls ate them from the feet up. Not only did it provide morbid entertainment, it also guaranteed that there would be undead milling around the kill zone.

*****

Cade observed the Bronco slew around, stop, and accelerate in the other direction through the haze from the smoking tires. He watched it all unfold in slow motion knowing that Rawley was out of control and putting his life in danger. 

 The moment Rawley’s head disintegrated, Cade knew that his new friend was dead. He had been on the giving end of a Barrett .50 caliber sniper rifle and had seen firsthand, magnified thirty times, the damage it could inflict. Shaking his head he knew there was nothing he could have done to change the outcome.

Chapter 31

Day 3, 15 miles from Boise, Idaho

As soon as the bomb went off, Jerrod opened the gate on the horse trailer and watched as the rest of the zombies surged towards the road. So far without fail every caravan except for this one had stopped immediately to help their traveling companions. The walkers proved to be the perfect way to find out if they were armed, or how much fight they had in them.

Jerrod was giddy with excitement as he climbed down from his tree stand. This was the sixth time they had staged an ambush on this highway, never in the same place though and each time the outcome had been different. Sometimes there were women survivors. That was what Jerrod hoped for this morning. It reminded him of Christmas, because Randall Trask, his mentor and former employer, let him keep some of the spoils gained from their exploits. That’s also how Jerrod got his very first lay and the AR-15 that he now carried. He was hooked after his first ambush. As grateful to Randall that he was, it would only be a matter of time before the government would regroup and start to restore order. After the infection was sorted out and all of the walking dead were dispatched they would come calling. This, Jerrod was certain of.

Before the outbreak he had worked for Mr. Trask at his gun store. Eventually he wanted to join the Navy SEALs and become a sniper. Now his only goal was to take some ill begotten supplies and hopefully a girl back to his dad’s compound up North. There was no way Jerrod was going to stick around. When the United States military come looking for their missing soldiers he would to be long gone.

From a safe distance he watched the zombies attack the two people in the small red car. The other ghouls were a sight to see as they tried to get to the remains of the driver in the Bronco. Smart ass racist that he was Jerrod said out loud “Donner, party of five. Will we be having white meat or dark?” he laughed like a maniac at his own joke while the black kid and white girl were dying. Jerrod’s comrades climbed down from their tree stands and cautiously edged towards the highway.

*****

Trask had appointed Jerrod the official zombie wrangler, even going so far as trying to convince him it was a prestigious posting. This was a dangerous job but Jerrod was used to the dog catcher’s pole. On the users end there was another loop of wire that had to be pulled to tighten the noose. It was very effective and it kept the undead out of biting range. The other men helped prod the infected in the direction of their makeshift pen. If the world ever returned to something that resembled normal, at least Jerrod had found his calling. He figured he would make a hell of an animal control officer.

While Jerrod hurriedly locked the horse trailer, the other men pulled Rawley’s headless body from the Bronco and started a thorough search. One of the attackers let out a wild rebel yell and held up the SKS carbine, showing off his prize to the others and then rattled off twenty rounds into Rawley’s headless corpse.

Hearing the distant gunfire, Cade grabbed his M4 and sought cover off of the road. Duncan drove his truck into a copse of trees, he and Harry joined Cade inside of the tree line. There, the three discussed their next move.

Cade would go it alone. He could move faster and quieter that way. First he wanted to get info on the size of force they were dealing with. If the opportunity presented itself he would kill as many as of them as possible. The ruthless way these fuckers operated had turned this into a personal vendetta for him.

Harry and Duncan would stay behind with the vehicles and keep in contact with Cade on the hour and it was decided that if he failed to make radio contact two times in a row, they would then leave the keys to the Sequoia on a predetermined tree branch nearby and then continue on in Duncan’s truck.

Cade extracted the long canvas bag from the back of the Sequoia; he removed his ballistic vest and knee pads, and then swapped his Blazers cap for the flat black, low profile, tactical Kevlar helmet. Cade randomly applied camouflage paint to his face and neck. Lastly he extracted his Remington Modular Sniper Rifle from the bag. The gun was chambered in .338 Lapua Magnum and had a magazine that held 10 rounds. It was very easy to carry with the stock folded and the suppressor removed. Cade slung the weapon over his shoulder and picked up his trusty M4.

“Stay frosty” was all he said before he slipped into the thicket of trees bordering the road and stealthily padded in the direction they had come from.

*****

Hunkered down, he watched from cover as the four attackers looted the food, weapons and anything of value from the Bronco.

The VW was still burning with the bodies of Leo and Sheila inside. Their blackened corpses were frozen in death and still appeared to be wrestling with the now molten seatbelts.

The Bronco leaned on two flat tires, both on the passenger side. After dragging Rawley’s headless body off of the road, one of the men started the Bronco and used it to push the blackened hulk of steel, which used to resemble a car, off of the asphalt, he then drove the useless SUV into the trees and abandoned it there.

It appeared the attackers were getting ready to bug out. Like a ghost, Cade silently moved through the trees, his head constantly scanning, the lethal carbine held at low ready.

*****

 Harry stayed concealed, cradling the Mossberg and tried to remain alert. Duncan was on the other side of the median armed with his Spas-12 shotgun. They would be waiting for Cade to make contact, every hour on the hour, either by voice or with two microphone clicks if he couldn’t respond verbally.

Chapter 32

Day 2 Lumberton, North Carolina

The truck lurched a few times, well before the engine began coughing and sputtering, the fuel gauge read only a tick above empty. Carl pointed the truck towards the new car lot two blocks away. They made it only one.

With a deadpan look plastered on his face Carl said, “We’re going to have to get that gas gauge replaced. Never know when we’ll run out gas in a bad neighborhood.”

Without hesitating, Brook and Carl each grabbed one of the new shotguns. Raven was able to carry the small bag of food they had taken from the vending machines. Reluctantly Brook left her late father’s Ithaca in the stalled truck; she shuddered at the thought of how she had saved their lives with it back in Myrtle Beach.

Weapons in hand they emerged from the cab of the utility truck. Raven jumped down and hefted the bag over her shoulder, its weight apparent as she hobbled like a little old lady.

There were five walkers between them and their objective. Carl pointed at the blue oval sign a block ahead; it read “Romero’s Lumberton Ford.”

“That’s where we are going. We need to be as quiet as possible. Remember. Stealth is our friend.”

The closest walker was a petite elderly woman; she walked hunched over and resembled Yoda from Star Wars. Her skin had a green hue and she had the same sparse, wispy white hair. Using the shotgun as a club, Carl bashed her in the head and then stomped it for good measure after she fell. The stuff that came out was black and viscous and stayed on his shoes.

The next undead obstacle looked like a more formidable foe. The large young male wore a gothic get up, flared black jeans that were three sizes too big and a ripped and faded Marilyn Manson tee shirt. His multiple facial piercings suffered from the decomposition, some had popped out and the ones that remained oozed yellowish-green puss. Goth ghoul was a bit faster than the little old lady. Brook started name calling to get his attention. He was faster than she had fathomed and somehow managed to wrap one of his cold clammy arms around her neck. Before he could take a bite Carl clubbed him from behind. he fell in a heap at their feet. Grey brain matter soiled the shotguns stock. “I hate when that happens”, Carl said as he wiped the brains off on Marilyn Manson’s silkscreened face.

“I owe you one big brother. I would have shot him, but I didn’t want to accidentally hit you or Raven.”

“No worries, Sis. I’m actually proud of you. You didn’t scream like a girl.”

“I tried. Nothing would come out.” She winked at him.

Raven was still rooted to the spot where she witnessed the whole melee from.

Brook waved her hand in front of her shocked daughters face and brought her back to the living. She pulled her along by the arm helping the trio pick up their pace. Carl did a stutter step feint to get them around the last shambling ghoul and onto the car lot. The pursuing walkers continued their ghostly moans. A very noisy low flying Apache helicopter momentarily drew their attention. It was the distraction the pursued needed as they wove their way between the rows of gleaming cars and trucks. They pulled on door handles as they passed by each of the new vehicles. All were locked up tight.