“Joe, you need to stay here and watch them,” Matt said as he pointed at the two young women sitting in the corner of the room.
“What?” Joe asked, panicked and confused. “How did we get here?” He looked around the hotel room. It was a mess with turned over furniture and dirty bed sheets. There was a distinct smell of body odor and stale blood. As confused as he was, Joe felt as though the situation was all too familiar.
“JOE!” Matt shouted as he grabbed his brother by the shoulder. “You need to focus! I’m going to come back, but you need to watch them. I’m trusting you with this.”
“Watch who?” Joe asked.
“Them!” Matt said pointing at the two women again. “Because if you don’t, they are going to end up like the others.”
“The others?” Joe asked, his confusion growing.
“Yes!” Matt replied. “These others!” He opened the door leading into the hallway. There stood dozens of zombies. Each one a member of their family.
Joe woke up. His eyes quickly opened then shut at the sight of the bright sun. He was in the front seat of the truck, safe and sound, but his nightmare left him feeling rattled.
Matt was in the driver’s seat, steering them on the road alongside the river. “Sleep well?” he asked.
“Yeah… sure,” Joe replied, rubbing his eyes. “How long have we been driving?”
“Since the sun came up,” Matt replied.
“And how long ago was that?” Joe asked, still lying down with the seat leaned all the way back.
“Seventeen minutes,” Matt answered as he pointed at the dashboard clock, but kept his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Paper said he went 30 miles, but we shouldn’t just race to that distance. There could be anyone or anything along the way. We don’t want to miss something important along the way.”
“Why didn’t you wake me then?” Joe asked as he stretched his arms out.
“You looked like you could use the sleep,” Matt answered. “You got knocked around a bit yesterday with crashing that car. I imagine you’re still aching quite a bit.”
“That’s definitely true,” Joe said, rubbing his shoulder. “Sleeping here didn’t help much either.”
“Well relax for a bit,” Matt said. “We’re just gonna cruise for the time being. We’ll get there when we get there.”
“’We’ll get there when we get there?’” Joe asked. “What happened to ‘Get in the truck! We’re going now!’”
“That was last night,” Matt answered, eyes still fixed out the windshield.
“I practically had to wrestle the keys from your hand,” Joe argued. “What changed?”
“Nothing,” Matt replied. “You can go back to sleep if you want.”
Though still surprised and curious and Matt’s change in attitude, Joe was too tired to keep on with the questions. He rolled over on the seat to angle the sun out of his eyes and fell asleep within seconds.
Matt finally took his eyes off the road and looked over at his brother who was fast asleep. “Thanks for coming back for me yesterday,” he said, tears swelling in his eyes.
They drove about 20 miles from where they left before Matt pulled over. He picked the walkie talkie off the dashboard and stepped out of the truck. Walking around for a moment, Matt hesitated to make his broadcast. He knew this was the closest he had come to finding help, let alone his friend, but he feared the possibility of not getting an answer.
“This is Scissors of RPSN. This is Scissors of RPSN,” Matt started. “Is anyone out there? Paper, can you read me?” He held the walkie talkie to his forehead and closed his eyes. Matt could hear the sound of the river flowing, birds chirping, wind through the trees, and the hum of the truck’s engine. Nothing but dead air came back on the radio.
“This is Scissors of RPSN. This is Scissors of RPSN,” Matt said again. “Is anyone out there? Paper, can you read me?” His eyes still closed and teeth grinding, Matt felt the impulse to throw the walkie talkie and be rid of it forever.
“Hey, Matt,” a voice came back over the walkie talkie. It was a voice Matt recognized.
“Joe?” Matt broadcasted. “Joe Miller?”
“Yeah, Matt,” the voice came back. “It’s me.”
Matt looked up at the sky and bit his bottom lip as he was overwhelmed with joy. “Really good to hear from you, man,” he said. “Now where the fuck are you?”
After getting directions, Matt floored the gas pedal as he didn’t want to waste any time. The sudden jolt from the truck’s rapid acceleration was enough to wake up Joe.
“Whoa, hey,” Joe muttered as he woke, and raised the seat. “Horde behind us or something?”
“No,” Matt answered. “He’s alive.”
“Really?” Joe asked, now fully awake at the idea of finding help.
“Yeah, and I’m not wasting any time,” Matt responded, his voice filled with determination.
As they sped off, Joe reached into the back of the truck and pulled out his shotgun.
“A week ago you didn’t want to have anything to do with guns,” Matt said with a smirk. “Now it’s the first thing you reach for even when we’re heading somewhere safe.”
“What makes you so sure it’s safe?” Joe asked, as he carefully loaded in the shells.
“If I know Joe Miller, there isn’t a safer place on this entire infected continent,” Matt answered.
Joe didn’t push the issue. Instead he kept his shotgun ready. Matt had nothing more to say until they arrived.
Following the directions exactly, Matt steered the truck off the main road and into the woods where a dirt path led to a clearing surrounded by trees. It was a camp ground complete with picnic tables, a barbeque pit, and located alongside the river. There were three other cars parked to the side as they drove through. Each one looked beat up like they were on the losing end of a smash up derby. As the sun shone through the trees, Matt could clearly see his friend waiting in the center of the camp ground.
Joe Miller stood ready to greet them; he was dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, black army boots, and looked as though he hadn’t shaved in months. He held an aluminum baseball bat at his side and a katana was sheathed on his back. While his facial expression was blank, he made eye contact with Matt the moment he stepped out of the truck.
“I can’t believe you’re alive,” Matt exclaimed with relief in his voice. He then walked up and through his arms around his friend, giving him a bear hug.
“You decided to finally show up,” Joe Miller weakly said through tightly squeezed lungs. He didn’t hug back and his facial expression was still blank.
“Yeah,” Matt said as he let go and turned toward his brother. “We got held up. It’s a long story, but this is my-”
“Your brother,” Joe Miller interrupted. “I figured that. But before we all start exchanging stories, let’s just be clear: your brother is Joe and I’ll be fine with everyone calling me ‘Miller.’ Alright?”
“Works for me,” Matt replied with a nod. He was a little taken aback at the abruptness of Miller’s request. It sounded more like an order.
“Everyone?” Joe asked as he quickly looked around, hands tightly gripping his shotgun. “What do you ‘everyone?’ Who else is here?”
“Ash and Tim are both here,” Miller answer as he pointed to the three beat up cars parked near the campground entrance. “Somehow they both got here shortly after I did. I’m amazed they weren’t killed. They’re sleeping now though.”
“Ash and Tim are here?!” Matt asked, happy as well as shocked.
“I was as surprised as you are,” Miller responded.
“How are they otherwise?” Matt asked.
“Tim is OK,” Miller answered. “A bit bruised, but OK. Ash is a mess though. No word from Jon, and her parents…well I’ll let her tell it.”
Matt began walking towards the cars to wake his friends.
“You probably should let them rest,” Miller said. “They need their sleep. They won’t be any good unrested.”
“How come you’re awake so early?” Joe asked, wanting to get an idea of how things operate. “You guys take turns keeping watch?”
“Tim and I alternate nights,” Miller replied. “Sometimes I’ll take two nights in a row if he looks tired. I’m not about to trust my life to either of them screwing up.”
Matt’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He knew the outbreak would change anyone who had survived it this long, but he didn’t anticipate such a shift in his friend’s personality. It was clear that Miller was in charge of the campground and Matt wasn’t about to challenge his authority.
“So where exactly did you get a katana from?” Matt asked, changing the subject.
“Where did you guys get guns?” Miller answered back as he gestured towards Joe’s shotgun.
“Well, umm…” Matt began, eyes shifting towards the ground. “It’s a long story, and I should probably tell you guys all at once.”
“Right,” Miller responded. “Well when I was packing up to leave, I remembered back in high school I made an elaborate ninja costume that included this 440, high carbon steel sword.”
“And now you have a katana with you?” Matt asked with smirk coming across his face.
“Oh yes,” Miller said, still rather serious. “And I’ve used it several times.”
“And how long have you guys all been here?” Matt asked, wanting as much information as he could get.
“I arrived at Chappel Bay first,” Miller said as he sat down at a picnic table. “It was nine days after the first reports of infection and two days after it had reached my town. Cell signal was long dead when I got there, but I did get your text, Matt, about you heading to D.C. I figured you were fucked and that I was on my own. I certainly didn’t think anyone else was going to make it, let alone those two.”
Matt looked over at the three cars again, still amazed his friends were there. “How did you guys all get here?” he asked as he and Joe both sat down on the bench across the table from Miller.
As Miller took a deep breath he looked down at the table and placed his baseball bat on top of it.
“I saw all the reports for days, same as you,” Miller began; the cold, stern tone in his voice waned ever so slightly. “I couldn’t believe it was actually happening, but I wasn’t about to underestimate it. I didn’t go anywhere without all my supplies in my car.”
Matt listened intently as Joe continued to look over the campsite.
“As the reports got worse, I kept packing more and more supplies into my car,” Miller continued. “I even told Gen to start packing things for herself.”
“Whose, Gen?” Joe asked, eyes still wandering around. He seemed more interested in the layout and how to defend himself than the story being told, but curiosity got the better of him.
Miller didn’t respond to the question, and Matt awkwardly cleared his throat. “Gen’s his girlfriend,” Matt answered.
Joe stopped looking around and immediately turned his attention to Miller. “Oh,” he said, feeling embarrassed.
“Yeah, well she didn’t really believe me anyway,” Miller said. His shoulders gradually lowered as he placed his hands on top of the table. He took a deep breath before continuing. “I was at work when it all hit. Just another day at the bookstore, you know? At first it just sounded like people screaming down the block, but then it became louder and louder. A bunch of people went to the door to see what was happening, but I already knew. Cars started flying down the road, gun shots were being fired, and then it was right there.”
Matt and Joe didn’t say a word as Miller looked down to the top of the table.
“A car came crashing through the front of the store, and a couple of infected were on the hood. More of them quickly came running in from behind. Customers and my co-workers went screaming in every direction. I imagine it was a lot of blood, fire and panic, but I didn’t stand around to find out. I ran into the back, picked up my phone and my keys, and got the fuck out of there through a back exit. That’s when I noticed a dozen missed calls from Gen.”
Matt shifted awkwardly. The bench was uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to stand and interrupt Miller’s story.
“I ran to my car and drove all the way back to my apartment,” Miller continued, eyes still fixed on the table top. “And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how fucking difficult that was. It was on the way that I called Gen back. She said she saw what was happening on TV and took off for my place. I told her to stay there and not let anyone inside. I hung up the phone and never drove so fast in my life.”
Miller started picking at the table with his fingernails, his gaze still downward. “It was mass chaos when I got there,” he said. “I had the katana and baseball bat with me in the car and swung at anyone that came near me. I burst into the building and that’s when I noticed the door to my apartment was open. It looked like a battering ram knocked it open. There were spots of blood on the floor and smears of it on the walls. I cried out for Gen, but heard nothing. It was so quiet in that place. I couldn’t hear a sound from outside even though it was hysteria seconds earlier. All I could hear was my heart pounding and my breathing. I called for Gen again, and that’s when I heard it.”
Joe’s throat went dry. This story was starting to bring up a lot from the past two weeks. He wanted to walk away, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Grunting and snarls were coming from my bedroom,” Miller said, his face slowly turning red as he began to pick harder at the table. “A trail of thick blood started right in front of the door and curved inside like someone had dragged in a dead animal. I slowly walked up. I don’t even think I was breathing at this point. At least, I don’t remember it. I just remember hearing that grunting and gripping my sword as tight as I could.”
Matt kept his eyes focused on his friend. He knew it was killing Miller to recount this story, but didn’t want to interrupt him either.
“Gen was facing a corner of the room,” Miller continued, his voice getting shaky. “I could see parts of flesh ripped from her arms and she was covered in so much blood, but she was just standing there. Huddled on the floor next to her was the one that turned her. Some guy that lived in the building, I think. I called out to Gen, or at least I tried too. Then they both snapped their heads around and looked at me. Just…snarling…and…I…”
Miller was losing his composure. Matt wanted to say something, anything, to calm him down, but knew there were no words for this.
“Look,” Matt blurted out. “It’s over now. You got out of there alive and you’re here.”
“I didn’t just get out of there,” Miller responded, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. “It’s not like I slammed the door shut and ran. I couldn’t leave her like that. And…well it’s not every day you’re forced to kill your girlfriend.”
With that, Joe stood up and walked away.
“More common than you think,” Matt said as he watched his brother get into the truck.
“There’s something else you need to know,” Miller said, now looking directly at Matt. “I’m telling you all this for a reason. I don’t trust the other two. I certainly can’t count on them.”
“Wait, what?” Matt said, confused. “You didn’t tell them what happened and how you got here?”
“All I told them was that I’m here and Gen didn’t make it,” Miller said, his voice becoming stern again.
“No details?” Matt asked.
“No,” Miller responded. “Not a single one.”
“So why tell me?” Matt asked, uneasy at what he was about to hear.
“Look,” Miller began. “Tim can listen and follow orders, but he isn’t someone I trust to watch my back, and Ash has been crying every day about Jon and her parents. She’s barely contributed anything. “
“Well of course,” Matt interjected. “We’re all fucked up right now.”
“Let, me finish,” Miller said, raising a hand. “You and your brother were out there for almost two weeks. Two weeks! I can’t even begin to imagine what that was like. You both got here alive and in one piece. You two are exactly what I’ve been waiting for.”
“Waiting for?” Matt asked, his face not hiding his confusion in the slightest. “Waiting for what?”
“A chance to get out of here,” Miller answered. He lowered his voice and leaned into the picnic table. “Staying here is no way to live. We’re in the fucking woods in Pennsylvania. August won’t last forever.
“So why wait at all?” Matt asked, leaning in so he could better hear Miller’s plan. “You thought I was dead. Why didn’t you guys just leave?”
“Like I said, I can’t rely on those two,” Miller continued. “They would either slow me down or get me killed. I was going to wait until the 25th.”
“That’s a week from today,” Matt said. “You were going to wait another week and then leave them here?”
“No,” Miller said, his face cold as stone. “Leaving them wouldn’t have been right. There‘s no way they could have fended for themselves. I was going to kill them first.”
Matt immediately pulled away from the table. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
At that moment, someone emerged from one of the parked cars.
“Matt?!” Ash cried out.
-Continued-
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