Chapter Twenty-ThreeA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnTime for some adventure!Chapter Twenty-Three Cappy sat with
his feet propped atop his table. His
long legs bridged the space needed to walk from one computer to the other. They were running their electronic devices on
DC batteries, like the truckers did.
Fetch hipped them to the trick, since that’s what they used in their
rigs. Since they had an ample supply of
auto batteries outside, they nabbed a few, connected them to converters and viola! Computer A
allowed them to view topside with the few security cameras hidden about the
area. Computer B allowed them to speak
to Defense and their mobile unit across the wide space of the Visitors Center. None of the fighters were military or even ex-military
but their plan worked for them. They were doing pretty well on their own
devices. When Bixby tapped
on the plexiglass, Cappy snapped to his feet and slapped him on the back. “Bix!
Glad you made it!” He glanced
down at his wristwatch. “And early too!” “Yeah”, Bixby
responded. He hated to be called Bix,
like some hound but you can’t tell something like that to Cappy. He would instinctively press it if you argued
it. “You going out
today?” “You got a
mission?” “Honestly,
nope. We do need a few things but we
haven’t seen a survivor or a zombie for days now. It seems like they’ve cleared the area. You can go out to see if the coast is clear
for a while, if you’re looking for something to do.” “I heard that
we’re going to need more water.
Batteries and a few more lanterns could help.” Cappy listened
while stretching at his station. Sitting
with him was Glenn Wellingsly and Terry Mason.
Both were young, in their late teens and anxious to go out on patrol but
were awarded with guard duty instead.
One day Bixby would have them out- on a day when nothing was going
on. A mission with newby’s was a mission
looking to be botched. “I’m taking Dub
and maybe one more to grab a few things from the hardware store on Choteau and Broadway.” Cappy shook his
head while looking at the monitor panning the area. There was nothing but he wasn’t about to let
Bixby out without being sure. Every time
they left and returned there was a chance of being spotted by those things. “It seem pretty
safe and like I said, we haven’t seen anything for a few days. Why don’t you take Glenn here?” Glenn’s head
popped up like a dog’s ears when pricked with sound. He turned and smiled at Bixby, trying to win
him over. Roland groaned expressing his
disapproval but Glenn was quickly to his feet, pleading to be added to the
trip. “Come on Bixby,
you never take me!” “He doesn’t
take me either”, snarled Terry. “You don’t
count, you’re younger than me!” “So!” “Boys, boys,
please don’t fuss. It’s annoying!” Cappy looked back to Roland and said, “It’s
your call Bix.” “Please,
please, please, please, please…” Glenn
begged. “Fine,” Bixby
sighed. “Get your things and be ready in
ten!” “I’m on it”,
Glenn sang while clearing his area. As
he headed to the theater where his belongings were stashed he called out,
“Thanks Bixby, I won’t let you down!”
Then he was gone. Bixby dropped
into Glenn’s vacant chair. “I hope I
don’t regret this.” Cappy
laughed. “You won’t. He’s a good kid. You taking the Jeep or going the bus?” Bixby thought
for a moment and decided on the Jeep. “I
think that if we’re lucky, we can make a quick ‘in and out’ of it all and get
more water tanks. Be back before sunset
if we’re lucky.” “You just be
careful with the Jeep. It’s been making
a few squeaks and such. We think it’s
the belt but haven’t had a chance to work on it. Every time we go out, the zombies hit us. We only have one mechanic and can’t lose him
to a belt change. Just watch out. Sound attracts them; that squeak will be like
ringing their dinner bell.” “Got it. I’ll keep in touch.” Cappy handed
Bixby two walkies. “Good luck out there
Bix.” ∞ Dub, Glenn and
Bixby unlocked the glass doors and covertly moved their shrubbery board
aside. Once the three were clear, they
locked the doors, put the boards back in place and headed to ground level. They began
making their way to the jeep while looking out for dead walkers . They ran at a crouch to slip behind some bushes. Ten feet away was the hard-topped Jeep Wrangler. It was hidden in a large, man-made carport
that was covered in bushes, like the Visitor’s Center. “I’ll hit the
ride first. Once I see the coast is
clear, I’ll open the door and wave you over.
Got it?” “Got it”, they
said. “I’m taking the
bag. Keep your eyes open and watch my
back. Dub, you’re Eagle Eye. Glenn, stay behind Dub and don’t fire unless it’s
necesary.” “Got it.” Bixby carried a
9-mm Beretta Px4 Storm and a .40 Smith & Wesson with many clips. On his back, he toted a double bit 36:
fiberglass axe. He didn’t like rifles
and the automatics were a pain in the noise department. He left Dub with the Nosler M48 TGR
rifle. It was extremely expensive and
one of the best out there, well it used to be. Bixby didn’t think any guns would be in
production for a long time. It came with a cheap scope but Dub was right
on target every time they went out. If
he wanted anyone on his six, Dub was the man.
He trusted him with his life and Dub knew it. Glenn wasn’t
very experienced in guns but he was a heck of a hitter! He carried KD Elite nunchucks! The boy was a whiz and knocked the heck out
of the zombies without breaking a sweat!
When Bixby first saw him in action, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the
kid’s fluid movements, ducks and dodges.
He was almost bitten while watching.
Glenn wasn’t a bad fighter but he was easily distracted if there was no
action. He had the potential of being a
red shirt in an away team! At a crouch,
Bixby ran to the Jeep and stopped beneath the door. Looking underneath the jeep, he sought out
shuffling feet. They were clear. He maneuvered to the end then back to the
front and saw nothing. He plucked the
key from his pocket and unlocked the door.
Sweat was
already beading on his forehead and running down his back. I must
be getting old, he thought as he climbed in and noiselessly shut the
door. He took the opportunity to now
glance about at a higher view. The place
seemed deserted. He reached back
and unlocked the rear door and waved the guys over. He watched Dub push Glenn out front and he
covered the rear, looking like experience gunmen. Of course, Glenn didn’t have a gun but they
looked cool all the same. Once they were
all in, they were in, Bixby started the engine and they headed out. With any fortune, they’d be back in Archburg
before nightfall with plenty of supplies.
All they had to do was be as quiet as they could and not shoot anything
without dire reason. As they
approached the city, they noticed there was a bit of activity. Something seemed to have them a little riled
up but he saw nothing. Normally the bulk
of the zombies sat in shadows, almost in a dead, for lack of a better word,
state. They didn’t get up to chase
unless they saw something. “What’s up with
the walkers? Aren’t they normally sitting
out?” “Maybe we got
them up. They can hear pretty good you
know. They hear our engine maybe?” Glenn asked.
Whenever he got nervous, he babbled. “I don’t know
Glenn,” said Bixby. The zombies walked
on the outskirts of the city. It could
be they stirred up activity with the jeep.
The belt was making that periodic squeal but not enough to stir up so
much trouble. Or something could be
happening beyond their field of vision. Bixby rode
on. The hardware store they were looking
for was about three blocks away, across from an old bank building that had been
converted to a business building.
Parking sucked in the city, with most of the lots on the western
side. There were tons of ‘one way’
streets and ‘no parking’ signs that annoyed you on a normal day but not today. Civilization
was on hiatus and there was parking anywhere a care wasn’t already resting from
the sudden attacks. Bixby drove
carefully and prayed under his breath that the belt didn’t give them away. The eastern
side of the street held a narrow alleyway that would be a death wish to be
stuck in with the dead. There were so
may parked cars that to maneuver in there would truly be a death wish. The things would surge up and over your car,
making it your casket. Bixby drove with
his eyes peeled for the business building.
He didn’t want to miss it. It had
the largest lot behind it of all the others.
When he spotted the hardware store a block away, he turned early and
drove up by weaving through parked vehicles.
When he got behind the building, directly across from the hardware
store, he shut down the engine. A few zombies
heard the motor and crept from the shadows.
They would be easily dispatched, as long as others didn’t follow. He looked to his comrades and signaled to the
four dead walkers headed their way. The
guys understood. Bixby hopped
out and locked the door. He turned in
time to catch a zombie with his arms extended towards his neck. The poor sap was wearing a light blue gas
station shirt with “Bud” cursively stitched across the name patch. His blonde hair was brown from filth but his
face was a nightmare. It had been peeled like an orange down one side. The man’s wound
beneath his left eye down to his chin was gone, showing very little muscle and
a skeletal grin on half his face. His
eyeball was barely sitting in the socket with no skin there to hold it in
place. It lolled to his moaning tune. Bixby quickly
swatted the arms away and brought a crow bar across the thing’s face, shifting
its cranial bones. It went down with a
brief shudder then lay still. He jogged over
to the passenger side of the jeep to see Dub stomp the skull of a dead teen
into the pavement. Glenn took the other
two down without them even seeing the action.
He was quick, exactly how Bixby liked it. They stood a moment to make sure no others
were coming and then headed towards the street. The back door
to the building was smashed in.
Apparently when a delivery truck tried to get away from the attack, it
swerved and pushed two cars and itself into the doorway. The wall came down a little, allowing no
exit. There were dead bodies strewn
about from the incident. They didn’t
rise, eveidently too damaged to walk about.
The birds picked at the soft flesh and then went on their way. So did the three men. When they
reached the halfway mark, Bixby left them and went to the end of the small
passageway. He stole a view to both ends
of the street. It appeared abandoned but
those things were crafty when they wanted to be. He waited a few minutes then made it back to
his men. “Okay, here’s
the plan. I’m going to run across the
street first. If it’s still safe, I will
signal for the two of you to follow.
Then we’ll head to the back of the store, grab the loot and head back in
the same fashion. Sound good?” “Got it”, they
said. “Okay, let’s
go.” At the end of
the alley, Bixby checked the street, ran across and then checked the street
again. He waved his companions over and
they headed into the store. They split
up and began seeking out the items on their list. Bixby pulled his bag from his back pocket and
popped in five of the large, flashlights with batteries. Then he made his way to the water
section. It was the only hardware store
that actually had the large five gallon jugs.
They planned on carrying one a piece and then making another trip for
three more. They knew it
would be a risky trip but every time they went out, they did the same
thing. One, out of consideration for any
other survivors out there and secondly, was to risky. More than two trips for the water was asking
for an attack. The things out there
weren’t stupid. They knew when the
dinner bell was ringing. And it was
greed that got you killed. As gently as
they could, they made their way back across the street and loaded the booty in
back of the jeep. When they got back to
the store, they grabbed another 5-gallon a piece. It was then that they heard a commotion. There were loud moans and hands banging
against windows. Something was happening
on a large scale. Glenn and Dub
looked to Bixby for action. He put his index finger to his lips and set
his jug on the floor. He made his way to
the store window and peeked out. There
were about ten zombies crowded around the turnstile of the business building
across the way. And in the turnstile was
a woman. She and another younger girl
were holding the turnstile closed, preventing the zombies from spinning their
way in. How in the
world did they get in there? He watched
in surprise as the woman shoved a chair into the turnstile, allowing a little
movement but no access for the monsters.
They were trapped inside. The woman
looked alarmingly at the crowd, understanding their fate. Bixby waved to her, careful to not attract
any attention of his own. She saw him
and made a plea with her eyes that said, help
up please! He turned away from the
window and spoke to the guys. “There’s a
problem across the street.” “Evidently”,
whispered Dub. “There are two
women trapped in the building across the way.
There’s about ten of the dead blocking them in.” “So”, was
Glenn’s response. “We got a job to
do. Others are depending on us.” “I hear you
Glenn but those others were those two women at some point in time. We have to help them.” “Man, we’re not
heroes, right? You know that?” “Yes, but today
we’re saving those girls. They need help
and we got it. Let’s go.” © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, MOAboutMy name is Alyssa and I am a Domestic Homeschool Engineer. I like to write, leaving some details to the reader's imagination. I describe but do not wish to over-indulge. Many things are best when l.. more..Writing
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