“Dee! Above us!” yelled Boss.
She glanced up. Dozens of Variants had crawled along the powerlines above the dam. They started to swing like demonic monkeys. Their howling reached fever pitch and four let go, sailing out, claws outstretched.
“Maggie!” she yelled a warning.
Dee swung her rifle up. She breathed out, picturing her time at the shooting range with Jack, where they had spent a few weekends shooting clay pigeons. She shot one through the neck before adjusting her aim and hitting a second in the side. Maggie shot one through the head, and another through the leg. The two injured Variants slammed onto the pontoon. Shrieking, they hissed, spittle flying from their sucker mouths. A shotgun boomed and the head of one of them exploded like a melon. She squeezed the trigger of her rifle. Nothing. She dropped it and pulled her Katana out. The Variant howled and flung itself at Dee. She slashed at it, but missed.
The Variant had twisted in mid-air to land behind her. With astonishing speed, it leapt onto Dee, knocking her to the deck. Time seemed to stop. The Variant sat on top of her, hissing and spitting. Boss looked on in horror. George stared at her, squinting. Dee furrowed her brow. What was with George’s eye? It was then that she noticed he had been mutilated. Rage exploded, adrenalin surged, and with her last strength, she shoved. The beast held tight, gouging its claws into her flesh. She cried out in pain. Dee brought up her knee and nudged the Katana towards Maggie. Maggie caught her meaning and snatched it up. Without hesitating, she stabbed the beast through the head. Dee stared into its cold reptilian eyes and watched the light go out. She felt no sadness, no remorse. These beasts had taken so much from her. No, she had no sympathy. With a shove, Dee pushed the beast off her and into the lake.
The pontoon bounced as it hit the concrete foot of the tower. Jack and Ben scrambled onto the boat. Dee looked at Jack before hugging him. She couldn’t help the tears. He held her tight. She broke the embrace and helped Boss to his feet.
Jack picked George up.
She turned, looking for Maggie and Beth. Maggie was helping Beth to her feet. The blonde-haired girl had finally regained consciousness.
The Renegades and the children climbed up the ladder on the side of the tower. Dee looked back out to the still-burning wreckage of the helicopter. It was then that she glimpsed a blur of white sprinting out along the road. As it got nearer, she could see it was a man. He leapt onto the wall before diving into the lake and swimming for the tower. Dee shook her head and hauled herself onto the roof of the building. The chopper had hovered off to one side, and now moved over to them so the open door was within easy reach. It was a skillful bit of flying. Dee turned and helped Boss and George inside the chopper. She glanced back at the swimming figure. He was only twenty metres away now. Dee nudged Ben, pointing.
He shook his head. “Leave him. He chose his side.”
“We can’t, Ben. He did what he had to do.”
Maggie stopped and turned, looking at the swimming figure. He had nearly reached the tower. Dee saw her scrunch her eyes together. She glanced at them. “I think I know him,” she yelled above the whine of the engines. She ran to the ladder and disappeared over the side.
Ben grasped Dee’s shoulder. He held up the detonator, wiggling it. “Do you want to do the honours?”
She smiled. “Give it to Jack. I got my revenge.”
The tower shook violently, swaying like a tree in a winter storm. Dee reached out, grabbing the chopper for support. She exchanged a look with Ben. He was just as confused.
Maggie appeared, hauling the dripping man after her. Dee got a glimpse of his glasses as Maggie helped him into the waiting chopper.
Dee jumped in and the chopper swiftly rose into the air, the movement lurching her stomach. She didn’t mind; it meant they were safe, away from the horror of that place.
A satisfying calm loosened her tired muscles. Somehow, they had done it. They had faced the impossible and survived. Ben had been right. Nothing was impossible. You just had to believe it enough to achieve it. The Renegades had believed that they could take on the Trophy King and survive, and they had. Love for the boys had motivated her and Jack to summit the improbable mountain. She looked over at Jack and the boys. They all stared at each other silently. Love had motivated her to find Jack in the chaos of the Hemorrhage Virus. The feeling of love was powerful and complete.
Dee moved over and drew her boys into a hug, savouring the warmth of their bodies. She looked up and nodded at Maggie, who was bandaging Beth’s eye. Maggie smiled and moved over to them, grabbing the medical kit from the seat. “Let’s see to these wounds.”
“I’m okay. Check over the kids first.” Dee lifted George’s head to show her his ruined eye. Maggie turned her head, looking at Beth. “She had the same wound. Doesn’t look life threatening, but we need to clean it out. Stop any infection.”
“Thanks Maggie.”
“You’re welcome. Sorry, but I don’t know your name?”
Dee barked out a small laugh. “It’s Dee. That’s Jack, Boss, George, and Ben. Oh, and Alan on the 50 cal,” she said, pointing to each in turn.
“Well, it’s nice to meet y’all. Wish it had been in better circumstances.”
Dee smiled, nodding her head in acknowledgement.
Ben moved over to them, holding out the detonator to Jack, who grinned and took it from Ben’s hand. He stood up and moved to the window of the hold. The chopper was hovering 500 metres above the dam. Jack gasped and pointed up the lake. Dee turned, looking out the window. A huge wall of water was careening down the lake in a massive surge, taking out trees, houses, boats. Anything in its path. It reminded her of a tsunami, destroying everything. The explosives they’d detonated at Arapuni must have breached the dam after all.
Jack held up the detonator and flicked the metal switch on the side, arming it. “Screw you, Trophy King,” he yelled, and pressed the red button down.
There was a split-second pause before a huge rumbling explosion echoed out over the lake.
Jack could hear it clearly over the sound of the chopper. He watched mesmerised as the dam exploded out in a cloud of dust with a debris-filled whump! Hunks of concrete, steel, and wood flung out, cascading down into the river below.
The water behind the dam frothed and bubbled, geysers of water shooting into the sky. Jack turned, looking for the tsunami. It reached the tower they had sheltered on, slamming into it, tearing it off its foundations with ease. The tsunami then slammed into the dam, buckling the wall on top as it sloshed over in a massive wave. With the added force of the tsunami, the dam broke apart. Torrents of water gushed out. Jack smiled as the dam exploded, crumbling from the pressure. Billions of liters of water poured out over the destroyed dam and made its way down river. Jack said a silent apology to all those towns that would be destroyed. To all those millions of hours it took to build civilization. They were destroying it in seconds.
He felt the chopper bank and head for the coast. Jack took a final look at the wall of water smashing its way down the Waikato River. The river washed away everything in its path. Jack shook his head at what had become of his country. At what had become of the world. We came. We saw. We conquered, and ultimately, we destroyed. He sat down next to Dee and gazed out the window at the Pacific Ocean in the distance. It was time to rebuild. Maybe this time we’ll learn from our mistakes. He grasped Dee’s hand in his and pulled her close. Despite what the world had become, he wanted to create a life with her, bring new life into it. She glanced up at him, as if reading his thoughts, and snuggled in closer to him. Jack grinned, enjoying her company, here in the apocalypse.