The sunlight through the bullet-pocked window bounced off glass shards, through little rainbows of light all over the service area. The counter was heavy brick and mortar and the chipped bits of rock told how close a fight it was and how smart Nate was in choosing it as a place to make a stand.
“Hey, Nate,” I said, stepping into the service area.
“Hey, John,” Nate said, not taking his eyes off the enemy building. “Thought I heard a. 308 talking out back. Nice work with the guys across the street.”
I looked out and saw two bodies crumpled at the base of the building. “Thanks,” I said, putting the garbage bag of loot on the counter. “Looks like you’ve been busy too.”
Nate shrugged. “Could be worse. If we were up against real military, we’d all be dead. They guys weren’t even close.”
I figured that. It was too easy to get the drop on the guys in the other building. Military personnel would never have left their rear so unguarded. I looked over at the building. “Think we got them all?” I asked.
“Maybe.” Nate was uncertain. “Only one way to find out.”
“True. Well, I got a back way. Coming?” I asked, grabbing up the garbage bag.
“Sure.” Nate got off the counter and headed my way. As he passed, he looked at my ruined vest and magazine, then up at me. Without warning, he wrapped a big arm around my neck and pulled me in. Holding onto me for a second, the big goof shook his head, then let go. “Thought I lost you, man,” was all he could choke out.
I nodded. “Wouldn’t want to leave you guys, either.” I rubbed a hand across my eyes, stupid dust was everywhere. “Come on, let’s finish this.”
We gathered up the other three and I led the way out back along the route I had followed getting here originally. When we crossed Columbus, Tommy looked down the street and asked, “What’s that?”
About twenty yards away, a small form was crumpled on the pavement. I looked closely and saw familiar brunette hair. I looked down and shook my head. “That used to be a girl called Gina.” It was obvious now what had happened. Gina had seized the opportunity to run and exposed herself too long to the gunfire of the men across the way. That was what they were aiming at when I fired back at them. Unknowingly, I had avenged her death almost instantly, but it was of little consolation now.
Janna cried out and ran to the small form, dropping beside Gina’s lifeless body and holding her to her chest. Duncan trotted along side, keeping his rifle ready and looking extremely grim. I raised a hand and signaled to Duncan and he nodded. We needed to be moving quickly. He and Janna were going to bring up the RV.
As we crossed the street and worked our way back along the Spruce to Walnut, I gave Nate the intelligence I had inadvertently gathered. There were ten men in the attack, we had so far accounted for eight of them. I had seen a map in the truck and from a quick reflection, I had a very good idea where the men planned on rendezvousing with their commander. That gave us an edge and me an idea. But we had to finish this first.
Running down Walnut, we came back down Fire Lane and past the day care center. I noticed the building we were looking for had an open door at the back and quickly I realized we outnumbered the guys we were chasing.
Nate and Tommy agreed to check out the building while I hung back to see if I might get lucky. I walked to the edge of the parking lot and looked around. The town seemed normal enough, but I could see zombies in the windows of many of the houses, unable to get out. These guys apparently hadn’t figured out how to work the doorknobs yet.
A sound behind me caused me to look and see both Nate and Tommy emerge from the building, each carrying two additional rifles and ammo. We were well set for any more encounters.
A different sound reached my ears and I turned the other way to see the truck, the source of a lot of my misery, pull out of the side street it was parked on and roar away to the north. I lifted my rifle and though it was a long shot, I had to vent somehow. I fired six times and had the satisfaction of hearing the bullets hit the truck. If they had any effect, I didn’t see it, but at least the fleeing bastards knew they had been to a fight. We had taken out eighty percent of their attacking force and had received only minor injuries in return. We had lost Gina, but since she wasn’t really part of our outfit, I didn’t count her in the list.
Nate and Tommy came running at the sound of firing and saw the truck lurching out of sight around the north bend.
I started walking back and waved them to come with. “Come on. We need to saddle up. I want to be waiting for those two when they get to their rendezvous point.”
“You know where that is?” Nate asked, stepping in beside me.
“Yep. I saw their map before they shot me.”
“Well, well. Maybe we’ll get real lucky and our good friend Major Thorton will be there.”
“Yeah.”
27
We hit the road after burying Gina in a shallow grave. I gave Janna the choice of heading out on her own or coming with us. She decided to stay with us, probably out of a sense of self-preservation, but after overhearing her asking questions about Leport and our home, she seemed open to the idea of settling in a safe community. Duncan was thrilled, I could see and I was hoping he would be able to keep it together for the task at hand. Given what we had just been through, we were dealing with men who had no qualms about shooting anything and cared very little for life.
I was driving this time, giving the others time to treat their wounds and get some rest. I hoped we would get ahead of the ambushers, but to be sure, I was burning up a lot of gas to get there as quickly as possible.
According to the map and it was hard to tell, we could take Rt 762 to Rt 33 and then pick up Rt 50 from there. It was an odd coincidence that we would be travelling to a road we needed to get revenge we wanted. Win-win in my book.
We were on the road for four hours when we finally reached Stroud’s Run. It was a very nice park with a lot of trees and a big lake. There was a National Forest directly to the East of Stroud’s Run, but this was still very nice. I pulled the RV into a small road called Township Highway 213A. From the looks of things, the road was all of two hundred feet long. Whoever named the roads in Ohio sure loved their job.
The sun was setting slowly and the new growth trees were casting long shadows in the waning light. We had passed several towns on the way here and Athens was just a small jog away, home to Ohio University and about thirty thousand zombie co-eds, give or take. We had the river blocking most of them, but travelling at night with your lights on was asking for trouble, especially with those numbers. In the morning, you’d find yourself surrounded, outnumbered and up to your neck in zombie gunk. No thanks.
I parked the RV backwards near the water, keeping a safe retreat in case of serious attack. The road we wanted was directly in front of us and we could keep an eye on the approaching traffic by settling on the roof of the bait shop that was by Route 50.
With the sun sinking low, it was better to just settle in and wait. I took the first two hour shift, watching the forest become very dark, very quickly. The rest of the crew found their sleeping spots and Janna was allowed to have the “upstairs” bed to herself. She was still grieving the loss of her friend, so I was sure she appreciated the solitude.
I sat on the roof of the RV, keeping a low profile and just taking in the surrounding woods. Small rustlings could be heard from every angle and every so often, the water behind me would splash with the hunting jumps of the fish that lived there. There was s very slight breeze that stirred the cool night air, whispering through the new leaf growth. I appreciated the quiet, given the funhouse day I had and I let my mind wander back to my family, especially my son. I missed that little guy with all my heart and I promised myself I would never do something like this again. I couldn’t stand the thought of him or Sarah coming to harm and once again, I prayed with all my might to whoever might be listening to keep my loved ones safe.