When she finished, I started explaining who we were and where we came from. I told her about Leport and the community we had built there. Her eyes widened when she found out we had nearly four hundred people living there. I told her about the other communities we had contact with and how we were managing to take back what we had lost. Her eyes drifted for a minute and I knew she was reliving some memory from her past. We all did that from time to time.
When I finished, I had a question for her. “If you’re interested, you’re welcome to join the community. We can give you a place to stay, friends to make, and a chance at life. We could use a nutritionist to help with the kids and our limited food supply. Interested?”
Angela’s eyes misted, then she buried her head in her hands and sobbed. I got up and left her to sort things out for herself. I had seen this before from survivors who suddenly found themselves safe, able to relax and not worry that the bump in the night was going to try and eat them.
I sat down by Charlie as he finished putting the Glock back together. “Will she join us?” he asked, casting a glance her way.
“Probably,” I said. “She’s seen a lot and we’ve only scratched the surface of her story, but it will take a while to come out. I’m just stunned anyone is alive out here.”
Charlie nodded and handed the Glock back to me as well as a fully loaded magazine. I took both and headed back to the front. Angela seemed to have composed herself and looked up at me with red eyes.
“Sorry,” she said. “I haven’t been that emotional for a while. I guess the shock of suddenly being offered a chance to live after nearly dying for so long catches up to you.”
I waved it off. “Happened to a lot more people than you think.” I handed her weapon back and the full magazine. “Charlie cleaned it and loaded the magazine for you. You’re good to go.”
“You’re trusting me with my gun? What if I shoot you and try to take this boat?” Angela asked, inserting the magazine and chambering a round before returning it to its holster.
“It’s been tried before. I take a lot of killing and you’d be dead before you got the gun out of the holster.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself.”
I shrugged. “Goes with the territory. My girlfriend thinks it makes me cute.”
Angela rolled her eyes and turned towards the canal. We were making good time and passed quite a few communities and industrial parks. We saw zombies nearly everywhere and in each community I saw the telltale white flags fluttering uselessly in the morning breeze. When we passed the train depot, with it’s thousands of train cars, I started to pay close attention. My side trip was getting close and I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss it. I hadn’t told Tommy and Charlie about it yet and was likely going to get some fierce opposition, but I didn’t care. I needed to do this.
23
Around a small bend in the canal, I saw what I was looking for. It was a ten story, modern-looking building with a curved design that arched towards the canal. Two round lower buildings connected to it. The whole thing was white facing with black steel and deep blue tinted windows. It was a striking building completed within the last ten years.
Fitzgerald Hospital had been a world leader in cardio care and doctors from all over the world came to hone their skills and learn the latest techniques for treating heart disease. Now it was a haven for the dead, one of the centers of the Upheaval. It was where I needed to go.
I told Tommy to pull over to the building. He headed that way and asked me why.
“I’m taking a side trip.” I said.
“What is this place?” he persisted.
“A hospital.”
Tommy was speechless for a moment, then he recovered his voice. “Are you fucking insane? Hospitals are loaded with the dead! That’s where a lot of the shit started and spread. You want to go to one?” He was incredulous, which put him on par with Angela and Charlie, neither of whom could speak.
“I know it doesn’t make sense, but lately I have been feeling that unless I find out exactly what happened to Ellie, I can never go forward with Sarah. It will be a wedge of guilt that won’t ever go away,” I said.
Tommy shook his head. “You’re not thinking this one through, hoss. You go in there, you will probably not come out, and if you do find Ellie, she may be a zombie. You gonna be able to pull the trigger on her? I’ve seen too many people hesitate when a loved one comes close and they end up dead because of it.”
“I can’t ask you to understand, Tommy. I don’t understand it myself. It’s like something is pulling me here, wanting me here. I can’t call this one off. If you don’t want to head over, fine. I’ll swim if I have to, but I’m going.”
Tommy looked at me for a long moment, then shook his head. “If we hadn’t just pulled off a night raid and gotten out with our skins intact, I’d say swim for it. But you know I won’t just leave you, brother. So I’m in. Here we go.” Charlie shook his head at me, then topped off his rifle magazine. Angela just looked at me like I was growing a second set of ears.
We pulled up to the hospital landing. Few people actually knew it was there. The canal had been accessed during the construction of the new wing as an experimental route to the facility’s sister hospital, which specialized in children’s care and cancer treatment. Ellie told me that a boat from Fitzgerald Hospital could reach Mercy General a full thirty minutes ahead of an ambulance leaving at the same time. Ellie had estimated they had saved probably about 200 lives a year using the hospital ferry.
Tommy cut the motor and we drifted to the little dock. I jumped off and secured the boat, scanning the area as I did so. The ferry boat was long gone, likely taken by someone fleeing the hospital. Bits of debris littered the dock and long black smears painted a grim mural on the ramp leading to the hospital doors, gaping open like a forbidden portal.
I stepped back aboard the boat and traded rifles with Tommy. I didn’t need a heavy battle rifle for indoor fighting and his AR carbine would work well. In addition, Charlie and I could share ammo as needed.
“You sure you want me to stay with the boat?” Tommy asked, looking tentatively at the dark opening. “More firepower might be a good idea.”
“Yes, I need you to stay with the boat,” I said. “We may need to move fast out of here and having the boat already running would be seconds we don’t have to spare.
“Besides, someone needs to bring the news to Sarah and Rebecca if Charlie and I get killed,” I said casually, adjusting the spare magazines on my vest.
I stepped off the boat with Charlie beside me. I glanced back to see Angela sitting there with her mouth open.
“Three hours, no more. If we don’t find anything, we’ll be out sooner. Any more and something found us.” I moved up the ramp, Charlie behind me. I smiled when I heard Angela say, “Is he always like that?” to which I heard Tommy say, “Let me tell you about those two…”
The rest was lost as I moved to the doorway. I could see an overturned gurney just inside the door with a disemboweled corpse still attached to it. It used to be an old woman, but her skull had been cracked open and large chunk of missing brain explaining why she hadn’t returned. Sunlight filtered through the windows at the end of the hallway, but it was still very dark in places. The small reception desk by the entrance was abandoned, the computer overturned and the chair knocked sideways, as if whoever had worked there had been dragged over the counter. Dark streaks on the surface indicated this was likely the case. The hallway was a mess with bodies lying about, body parts strewn in corners and brownish streaks and handprints all over the walls. The ceiling even had sprays of dark on them, clear evidence of arteries being ripped open to bloody the area.