Joel was shaking his head. He stared at Ralph until Ralph looked away. Anya touched Joel on the shoulder and he turned to her and accepted her head on his shoulder.
Ralph started picking his teeth.
Frank looked up and saw the soldiers glancing nervously at the road leading into the town.
Something cold and wet bristled in his stomach.
“I’m hungry,” said Florence.
“So am I,” Frank told her. “We’ll have something to eat when we get on the ship.”
She clutched her belly. “Okay.”
He smiled at her and the corners of his mouth hurt.
A terrible shriek rose from within the town. It rippled through the crowded beach.
Ralph took his finger out of his mouth.
“Oh shit,” said Joel.
The infected streamed out of the streets. The swarm from the camp had arrived. Victims of the plague and those recently welcomed to the swarm.
The soldiers opened fire.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
The crowd turned towards the sea. Frank grabbed hold of Florence. Bodies rushed around them. Joel and Anya gripped each other, desperate not to be separated. Ralph was moving with the tide of people, towards the water. The fires were trampled and extinguished by so many feet. Ashes and cinders flitted in the air.
Many people were fleeing into the water, attempting to swim to the ships.
Frank glanced back. The infected were being shredded by suppressing fire. Grenades detonated with sharp concussions, throwing infected bodies into the air and slicing the swarm with hot shrapnel. Bodies fell and lay twitching; others were ripped apart by automatic fire. Death-screams and gurgles from torn throats.
But the infected were still coming, pouring through the streets.
There were not enough soldiers to hold them back.
The refugees stampeded towards the shore. The landing craft hadn’t returned yet. Frank was terrified that they wouldn’t return at all. People were screaming, shouting, wailing, crying. The soldiers at the shore who’d been organising the loading of refugees onto the landing craft were trying to hold the people back from the water. Men and women fell down in the shallows. Some were trampled. Others drowned in less than a foot of water. There was red in the surf. One of the soldiers fired his rifle into the air, but to no effect on the refugees, who simply engulfed him. Parents carried their children to the water’s edge. A few refugees had thrown themselves into the sea, attempting to swim to safety. Some people had been knocked down on the beach and were now crawling towards the shore on their hands and feet. Some were lying prone, dead or unconscious.
Frank stumbled, knocked from all sides by flailing arms and elbows. A hand struck him in the face and he reeled away, stunned, but still holding Florence. He would not let go of her. They were in the middle of the crowd. Frank couldn’t see the water past the scrum of bodies. A woman was screaming next to his face, deafening him temporarily.
The ground was trembling underneath him.
Behind him the infected were coming forward under withering fire. Machine guns opened up, ripping into their ranks. Frank wondered how much more ammunition the soldiers had left.
“The boats are coming back!” someone in front of him shouted. The crowd broiled. Utter confusion and chaos. The light dimmed. Frank couldn’t move; he and Florence were hemmed in tight. She was crying. He kissed the top of her head said that everything would be okay.
More gunfire from the water’s edge. Were the soldiers firing upon the refugees? Frank glanced at Joel, Anya and Ralph. He dug his feet into the sand and pushed forwards, struggling through the bodies, determined to get to the water. An elbow clocked him in his right eye and his vision swayed. Behind him he could hear the others following his lead. Ralph was shouting.
Frank stumbled forwards. Cold water up to his ankles like metal encasing his skin. He could hear the landing craft approaching. People begging for help. The soldiers were shouting.
The gunfire behind him lessened. The soldiers were falling to the infected. And then there were screams from the back of the crowd. The infected were amongst them, ripping and tearing. People collided with one another, fell down, were crushed. Bones snapped. Bodies left helpless on the sand. People collapsed, peeled and emptied like treats.
He had to get to the landing craft.
Bullets shot through the crowd. A man’s head became red mist and splinters of bone. Another man was caught in the shoulder, and he went down and was trampled, broken and cracked open.
Frank kept hold of Florence. He clung to her so tight that she whimpered. Looking back, he saw people being dragged down, swamped by the rampaging infected. Their screams didn’t last long.
He saw a woman, coated in fluids, her arms like scythes. Bony spines had erupted from her back. She had lost most of her hair, and her knees were bending the wrong way. She was removing a man’s throat with her puckered mouth. And there were others, their gaping mouths delivering the most awful of sounds, like newborn things being pulled from primordial mud. Hungry mouths. The hungriest mouths. Wet grimaces that could have been smiles. Sharp-toothed things with shivery breath, their eyes loose and grey within their sockets. Engorged growths consuming faces, and limbs melding together. Naked, lurid bodies.
There was an infected man with eyes and mouths on his naked back, and the mouths were opening and closing, sensing prey and movement, something they could batten upon, something to suckle and drain.
There was a bloated, wheezing figure, neither man nor woman, but something in-between. Its sightless eyes were vestigial, distractions from the rest of its slippery, greased form.
People were falling.
Frank was pushed one way then the other. He tripped, fell, managed to land on his back. He was kicked in the back of the head. Things blurred. Florence was screaming. He saw dead bodies on the ground, and the infected battening upon them. More infected were coming, chattering and shrilling. He couldn’t see Joel or Anya or Ralph. Florence knelt by him and helped him up. He stood, picked her up again. An infected man barrelled towards him, mouth lined with teeth growing over his lips. His hands were raking claws. Things squirmed underneath his skin. Frank dodged him at the last moment, and the man jumped upon a screaming woman and ripped at her face until her eyes were gone and her skin was hanging like a sloughed mask.
Frank looked around, breathing hard. There were injured on the ground, their hands clutched to bleeding wounds and bite marks. A man was having what appeared to be a seizure. He was becoming infected, his skin paling and his flesh shifting on his bones, which were snapping and reforming until the seizure passed and he flipped onto all fours, snapping his mouth at the air. His eyes filled with scarlet and black, and he leapt away into the crowd.
Hot blood sprayed Frank from a teenage boy who fell with an infected man’s dark tendrils puncturing his throat.
Frank put his head down, held Florence tightly, and shoulder-barged through the crowd. He glimpsed wet mouths and squirming tongues flicking outwards. Horrid, malformed faces shrieking and covered in blood. There was a severed arm on the ground, still with a wristwatch. People were dragged back up the beach, clawing at the sand.
He saw a blond-haired girl ravaged by two infected men. They pulled at her and she came apart easily like tender well-cooked meat slipping from the bone. An old woman, bleeding from her stomach, crawled on her hands and knees, reaching out to Frank, until a girl with a serrated mouth, moving like an insect, with fleshy vestigial limbs emerging from her torso, pulled the old woman towards her. Frank watched. The infected girl’s limbs developed clawed fingers and began pulling apart the old woman’s mouth until her face tore with a sound like ripping fabric. Then some kind of dangling stinger emerged from the girl’s torso and slid between the old woman’s legs. The stinger began to thrust, moving slickly and deep. The girl’s body sagged and she let out a soft moan, both tortured and pleasurable. The old woman bucked and writhed, her hands flailing vainly at her assailant until the life drained out of her and she went still as the infected girl violated her.