DEAD: Darkness Before Dawn (16 page)

The door was barely still attached by the hinges
, and he had to be careful when he opened it so that it would not fall in. It was not that he was worried about any zombies, he was more concerned that Aleah or some of the kids might see or hear.

The tiny shop was little more than three aisles made up of shelves and a set of wall-mounted shelving around the perimeter. The cash register was against the back wall. Judging by the neighborhood that still remained, he imagined that this place had been held up once or twice; the register placement was probably intentional to allow the mysterious “Pete” to see any who e
ntered before they came through the door.

As he figured, the shelves were practically bare. Most of what remained were sugary mixers like piña colada and stra
wberry daiquiri. As he snooped around, he discovered a single hidden gem. Of all places, it was behind the counter stuffed back behind some old moldy rags.

“Pete, you old devil, you,” Kevin said with a sigh as he u
nscrewed the top of the half empty bottle of bourbon. “Cheers.” He took a big swallow and felt the amber liquid burn its way down his throat, hit his belly, and send out tendrils of warmth.

Slipping down the wall to sit on the floor, he took another drink. His eyes spied two more bottles on the bottom shelf! It looked like Pete kept his own stash and looters who had grabbed everything obvious and even emptied the register had not bot
hered to look under the cashier’s counter. Kevin also spied a baseball bat and a shotgun. It seemed Pete had not made it back to his shop after all hell broke loose, otherwise the sawed off street sweeper would have most likely been gone…even if he had left behind the booze.

Kevin pulled the other two bottles from their little cubby and sat them on the floor between his legs. Now
that he knew there was more, he polished off the rest of the bottle in his hand in a long pull.

The warmth was spreading through his body now and his head was starting to swim with a sensation that he was not sure he found pleasant. His intellectual side screamed that alcohol was absolutely the wrong answer. Besides the fact that it was a depressant, it also hampered his reaction ability. How many id
iots had he, Mike, Cary, and Darrin made fun of while watching some zombie movie or other horror offering when drugs and alcohol made their appearance. Much like sex, those who used drugs and alcohol usually met a terrible demise.

“Yesh,” Kevin said, noticing the slight slur to his speech, “well thish ain’t the movies.”

Twisting the top off the second bottle, he took another drink. The heat was not as noticeable this time.

His thoughts now locked on to what he had heard from those three pathetic
individuals that had shared their miserable story. Sure, some might think that it was a blessing to be immune. But now he was learning that, as in every other aspect of life as he knew it, nothing good ever came without a price.

Granted, it still had not been proven without a shadow of a doubt that the illness he received from the cats was the same as that which was transferred by a zombie, but he was at least nin
ety percent certain. If that was indeed the case, that meant that, according to what those three people had shared, then he could pass on the infection to another person through sex…just like the AIDS virus.

That meant that he could never again be intimate with Al
eah. Sure, they might be able to use a condom (if they could find any...he had to admit that they had not been actively seeking any such thing so far), but that was still a roll of the dice. Like they used to say back in the day, “The only definite prevention is abstinence.”

Taking another pull on the bottle, Kevin closed his eyes and let the self-pity wash over him like a vat of rancid oil. He made no attempt to find anything positive about his situation.

“What in the hell are you doing!” a voice snapped, yanking him out of his slide into abject despair.

Kevin opened his eyes to discover Deanna standing in the doorway. She had her hands on her hips and a look of disa
pproval carved into her face so deep that she momentarily transformed into his mother.

“I asked you a question?” Deanna stepped into the looted liquor store and gave it a look of absolute disgust.

“Nothing,” was his lame response.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?” she asked as she stepped over a fallen display of a cardboard pirate. “This seems more than just a bit stupid to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Kevin blurted, but that was the extent of his comeback. He searched his mind and found nothing more to add.

“You have been like this since those people told their st
ory.” Deanna came in the rest of the way and now stood directly over Kevin. “You want to tell somebody what crawled up your butt?”

“The infection…virus…disease…whatever the hell it is that turns people into zombies…it is communicable like a venereal disease…or AIDS. You can get it through fluid exchange with an infected person just like you were bitten by a zombie,” he said, doing his best not to actually cry. It was difficult as he felt his throat tighten with each word.

“So?” Deanna stared at him blankly for a minute, but then a look came across her face as she realized just why that might be a concern to Kevin. “You guys haven’t done anything since you woke up have you?”

“What? No!” he exclaimed. He tried not to think of what would have happened had he not met those three people and heard their story.

“Then what is wrong?”

Kevin sat silently and stared at the bottle in his hand like he did
not know how it had gotten there. He looked around for the top and plucked it from the floor, dusting it off before replacing it on the bottle.

“Ohhh…” she said, letting that word draw out as a thought came. “Now you
can’t
!”

Kevin looked up and felt his face grow hot with embarras
sment. “I don’t want to talk about this,” he mumbled.

“Look,” Deanna sat down beside him and took his hand, “I may not know much, but I know that Aleah really likes you. You are smart…you will figure something out, but right now, we have bigger problems. There are a bunch of kids out there trea
ting this like it is a field trip. From what we were told, there are gangs all the way from here to freaking Elgin, and then toss in zombies just to round it all off.

“We need you. While you were out, things just did not run well. There was a lot of fighting. That Catie is a control freak…and twice I had to stop her and Aleah from throwing down. Let’s get out of Chicago and then you can take a day to feel sorry for yourself or whatever it is that you so called adults do when you can’t have everything go your way.

“You are the leader of this group. Nobody ever questions you when it comes down to the big decisions. And I bet if you talked to Aleah…she would probably say something to make you feel better.”

Kevin cocked his head and looked at the girl beside him out of the corner of his eyes. He wondered briefly how a kid with so much together upstairs had ended up where he’d found her.

“Help me up.”

Deanna popped up and stuffed the gun he had failed to n
otice into its holster on her hip. She extended a hand to him and helped him to his feet.

Kevin had to take a minute to allow the floor to stop tilting from side to side. He managed to take three steps before he jerked away and lunged back behind the counter where he pr
oceeded to empty his stomach in a loud retching that made Deanna cover her mouth and fight back her own gag reflex.

After a minute, Kevin stood and wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve. Deanna found herself fighting another bout as she pointed to his nose where a ropy strand of chunky bile hun
g, swinging like a pendulum. Ducking back behind the cash register, he cleared each nostril and then wiped at his nose with his already fouled sleeve.

“Better?” he asked, standing up and turning to face the girl who was now all the way to the door.

“Barely,” she managed with an expression of disgust wrinkling her features.

The two emerged onto the street. Back up in
front of the school, he saw Aleah and Rose both standing, searching the area with their hands shielding their eyes from the glare of the last rays of daylight.

He waved weakly when it was obvious that Aleah spotted him. She did not wave back, but instead turned and said som
ething to Rose before heading his direction with a very purposeful and visibly angry gait.

“You are in big trouble now,” Deanna whispered as she moved to put space between her and the target of Aleah’s anger.

“What were you thinking!” Aleah stopped right in front of Kevin, hands planted firmly on hips.

Kevin’s mind tried not to see it as stereotypical, but he couldn’t help himself. That thought set off an unfortunate case of the giggles. The stern look on Aleah’s face should have made him snap out of it, unfortunately, it only made it worse. The harder that he fought to quit
laughing, the worse it became. Pretty soon, tears began to stream from his eyes and he was doubled over at the waist. Eventually, he actually slipped to his knees.

Rose had come up beside Aleah and was looking down at Kevin with genuine concern. She leaned over to get a look at him before taking an uncertain step back.

“Maybe his mind broke,” Rose whispered.

“That’s not all that is gonna break when I get done with him,” Aleah snarled through gritted teeth.

“And he smells like my mama’s boyfriends always used to smell. He’s been drinking hooch.”

Hooch
, Kevin thought,
what kid says “hooch”?
This only made his laughter renew with doubled intensity. He thought that he was going to die from lack of being able to catch his breath…that or Aleah’s stare, but he could not stop. Now he was on his back, staring up at the cloudless cobalt sky.

“Zombies!” a child’s voice hollered.

That had been the magic word. Kevin’s laughter died in his throat and he rolled onto his stomach to look off in the direction that the alarm had been sounded. To their north, the street ended in a ‘T’ intersection at what looked like another church. Honestly, he had never remembered seeing so many, but now they seemed to be everywhere he looked.

Sure enough, a few dozen of the walking dead came around the corner. Kevin looked around and saw that nobody seemed scared, just focused on what needed to be done. He was i
mpressed with how quickly the children ceased their playing and sprang into action.

Deanna gave Kevin one more look that actually caused him to feel a bit of shame and embarrassment. Rose and Aleah sim
ply turned their backs on him and went to help. To be more specific, Aleah did it, and then Rose performed an over exaggerated mimicking of the act.

“Great,” Kevin managed around a mouth that was so fouled, he almost
became sick again.

He watched as the walking dead were put down by mere children. Unfortunately, everything had formed a haze around it and it came more in flashes than in a fluid stream. Rising to his feet, Kevin wiped a hand down his face, actually smudging it with grime more than cleaning it off, and drew his own blade. He had just found the outlet for his frustration.

He reached the conflict and actually shoved one kid aside to get at an obese walker that made him think of a giant Weeble. Easily over six feet tall, this person was a parody of a human with all the fleshy folds. Its only injury was a single rip down the right side of its gelatinous body. While the wound was, in and of itself, massive; it was comparatively minor when taken in context to the vast amount of flesh that was basically untouched. The fact that it was naked and you still could not be certain of the gender only amused him further. Flaps of stomach hung down acting like an obscene meat curtain for the crotch.

“Didn’t I see you in a
People of Walmart
video on YouTube?” he said, sounding every bit the belligerent drunk.

One of its fleshy hand
s reached for him and he swatted it aside. With an upward thrust, he drove his blade up under the chin and into the brain pan. The creature disconnected like they always do…and fell forwards on top of Kevin.

He felt the air leave his lungs in a rush. A sense of fear and panic came in a wave that was paralyzing. He wanted to get this massive mound of dead flesh off of him, but his arms and legs refused to obey the commands that he was sending.

A pair of feet stopped beside his head. Kevin looked up to discover a portly Hispanic man missing his left arm just below the elbow. Jagged bone stuck out and the flesh folded and curled around the wound with a texture that made Kevin think of beef jerky.

The Hispanic zombie flopped down beside him, its eyes transfixed by the left forearm jutting from under the mound of waxy, dead flesh. Kevin could only watch as his arm was grasped in dead hands. His eyes now saw only the top of the zombie’s head. For some reason, he was transfixed by the bal
ding crown. At least he was until hot pain exploded in his arm and sent a signal to his brain that it was now time to scream.

Kevin wanted to howl in agony as he felt his flesh ripped away, but his lungs were still not ready to
permit that sort of thing. He could feel his warm life fluid flow into his hand. Another set of legs appeared and his mind tried to shut down. He did not want to be aware as zombies tore him apart. He prayed that he would lose consciousness quickly.