Dead Life (3 page)

             
He hung up.  I was in shock.  This was unbelievable.  How could our government be so stupid?  It was bio-engineered?  To think a man or woman did this was baffling.  It was time to shut down the borders.  They should have built a wall between us and Mexico a long time ago. Yeah, and what about Canada?  Shit, I’d better get busy.

Chapter 5

             
I had preparations to make.  There was no choice.  Tim was right.  I’d need to get out of St. Charles.  When I was a kid, my dad would take me hunting at his friend’s place.  It was in Calloway County which was way out in the sticks.  The problem was I had no idea how to get there.  I had a general idea but there were so many gravel roads out there I doubted I could find it.  Plus it didn’t help that it had been at least 25 years since I’d been there.  Unless I could come up with a better plan though, I was going to get stocked up on supplies and head out that way.

             
I’d need to inventory what I had.  After Mom died Dad had moved in with me.  They’d been helping me out financially for a few years after my divorce.  I’d had a hard time making my house payment along with all the other bills and it just made sense to move Dad in with me after Mom died and get rid of their house.  The sad part was that the old man couldn’t live without Mom.  He didn’t even last two years.  He just didn’t want to go on without her.  My dad had left me all his guns and all his hunting gear.  He’d also left me a two hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy.  I’d been able to pay off the house and get out from under all my other debt.  After that, I still had about sixty-five thousand dollars in the bank.  So I was pretty sure it would be within my means to get ready for what was to come.

             
I brought all the guns and ammunition out and decided I’d need to clean all the guns.  I had two twelve gauge shotguns and fifty shells for them.  It was all birdshot so I’d need to get some slugs.  There was a Bushmaster .223 with a red dot sight on it.  I had five 30 shot magazines and 500 rounds of ammunition.  I made a mental note to get 1000 more rounds.  There was a Mossberg 715T .22 long rifle.  I only had three 25 shot magazines and only 100 rounds for it.  I’d need about 2000 more rounds and while I was at it, probably 10 more magazines.  I also owned a Browning 1911 22 compact.  The 1911 took .22 long rifle bullets and I’d need to get ten-ten shot magazines for it.  My hunting rifle was a M1 carbine 30-30.  I would buy 1000 rounds for the carbine and ten fifteen shot magazines for it.  Dad’s hunting rifle was a Remington 30-06 semi automatic.  Both it and the carbine had 7 magnification scopes.  I really liked the 30-06 but it only held 5 rounds; four in the magazine and one in the chamber.  Dad would say he could “hit a fly off a dog’s ass” with his 30-06 so it would come in handy for sniper shooting.  I’d also pick up some extra magazines for it and 1000 rounds.  There was Dad’s Colt 45 with seven in the magazine and one in the chamber.   That would be my weapon of choice.  I’d need more magazines and about 2000 rounds for it.

             
I had a replica cavalry sword for close encounters and a dozen hunting knives of different sizes.  I got out my old softball bats.  I could just picture smacking some zombie in the head with one of those…bing-bong.  I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that but I knew I was in for the fight of my life.

             
My mind was racing trying to think of everything I’d need; food, water, gas, and propane.  I was going to have to make a list and do some shopping.  There was no way I could go to work five nights a week and get all this done.  I had some vacation time coming and I guess I was going to take some.  If they wouldn’t let me off I’d quit.  Then if Tim was wrong I’d be screwed.  I didn’t think I’d have to worry about that though.

             
Who would I bring with me?  I had a few friends but honestly after the divorce I’d lost touch with most of my old drinking buddies.  I got sick of all the sympathy everybody felt for poor divorced Steve.   I definitely wanted to bring Gina with me.  I was going to have to try to convince her that this was actually happening.  Hell, first I’d have to get her to sit down and talk to me.

             
Gina was a tough one.  She’d be able to handle this without a lot of bullshit.  She wouldn’t scream, faint, cry, or get all hysterical on me.  She also knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.  I thought back to our first “date.”  I took her to our favorite restaurant and then back to my place for a movie.  We talked and laughed a lot.  We liked the same things and thought the same way on many different subjects.  It was obvious we hit it off well.  She liked me just as much as I liked her.  I knew that when she grabbed my penis, got down on her knees, and pleasured me right there in the living room.  What more could I ask for?

Chapter 6

             
After I’d finished cleaning all my guns, it was six in the morning.  I begrudgingly decided that my convertible Mustang wouldn’t be any good in a zombie apocalypse so I needed to trade it in.  The car was fairly new, fully loaded, and in great shape.  It was one of my most prized possessions but it certainly wouldn’t be of any use in this war.  I knew I could get a fair trade in for it.  I thought about what vehicle would be best for getting around any obstacles and out of town.  I decided on a Hummer.

             
The internet was where I started and finished looking.  I found a Hummer H2 close by and I would be there when the dealership opened to make the deal.  It was going to be more than I’d get on the Mustang but financing wouldn’t be a problem.  I’d most likely never have to make a payment. 

             
Next, I went on a search for generators.  I would buy two.  One would be propane fueled and the other gas.  I ordered them off the internet and had their shipping expedited so that they would arrive the next day.  I couldn’t afford to wait long.  I didn’t think there would be any time to for waiting.

             
There were lots of websites where I could order survival gear so that wouldn’t be a problem.  People were always leery of some kind of disaster.  I found everything I’d need at one stop.  I ordered ready to eat meals, a tent, sleeping bags, gas stoves, lanterns, flashlights, and anything else I could think of.  By the time I was done I had spent over seven thousand dollars.  I hoped I hadn’t forgotten anything.  Everything was being expressed shipped and would be here by the next day.  UPS was going to love me.  By the end of this, I’d be on a first name basis with my delivery guy.

             
It was after nine in the morning by the time I finished.  It was time to go get a Hummer.  My sales guy was shocked by the way I did business.  I didn’t even try to talk him down.  I paid sticker price.  All I asked for was that they throw in a winch.  I wanted one on the front in case I’d need to clear a path for the Beast.  That was what I called my H2.  After driving around in a convertible, it felt like I was in a tank.

             
While the dealership finished up financing and installing the winch, I went to the hardware store and wandered through looking for other things I thought I might need.  I spent another thousand dollars.  The manager got to where he was following me around loading my selections on flat bed trucks.  I filled two hand trucks with my assorted purchases.  There were chain saws, tools, a hot shot battery jump starter, six five gallon gas cans.  This was more than I’d ever be able to fit in my new Hummer.  I told the manager I would be back in a few hours to pick everything up.

             
After I left the hardware store, I went to rent a U-Haul truck.  I was planning on never having to take it back.  I had plans for my new vehicle and by the time I got done with it, I wouldn’t be able to take it back anyway.

             
I got the U-Haul loaded.  Then I went back to my place and called a taxi to take me back to the rental place.  From there, I took my Mustang back to the car dealership to pick up the Hummer.  By the time I got back, the winch was on and the papers were ready to be signed.  Next came the hard part.  I had to convince Gina to come with me.

              Chapter 7

             
On the way to Gina’s apartment I called work.  I talked to my boss and told him I was still sick.  He wasn’t as understanding this time.  I told him I was sorry but I would not be in tonight.  The next two nights were my nights off so I’d have a few more days to figure out what I was going to do about my job.

             
When I got to Gina’s apartment there was a parking place right up front.  As I was walking up to her door I saw the curtains move.  As I lifted my hand to knock on her door she beat me to it.

             
“Go away.  I have nothing to say to you.”

             
“Honey, let me talk to you.  Just give me a few minutes.”

             
“My name’s Gina and I’m not your honey.”

             
“Look, I’m sorry about what happened with us.  That’s not why I’m here though.”

             
The door opened a crack.  I knew she still liked me.

             
“I’ll give you five minutes.  After that you’ll have to leave.”

             
“Five minutes?  That’s all?”

             
The door closed.

             
“Okay, five minutes.”

             
The door opened back up and she let me in.

             
“What happened to your car?  Is that yours?”

             
“Yeah, I traded the Mustang in on the Hummer.  Doesn’t make sense does it?”

             
“No but I never assumed you were very bright.”

             
“Look, I’m sorry I lied about my age but it’s kind of your fault too.”

             
“You need to leave.”

             
“Come on, just let me finish.  Your fault is that you’re so good-looking I didn’t want to lose you.  You thought I was only thirty-five and I took it as a compliment.  Then you found out the truth before I could tell you myself.”

             
“I just want you to understand.  It’s not that you’re ten years older than I thought.  It’s that you lied and I can’t stand a liar.”

             
“You’re right.  I was wrong to let you believe I was only thirty-five.  I really like you and well, I’m an ass.  I’m sorry.”

             
“You’re right about one thing.  You are an ass.”

             
There was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation.  I didn’t know how I was going to get to the real reason I was here.

             
“Well, okay then,” she said.  “I’ll see you at work tonight and we can talk some more.”

             
Gina works in the bakery at the store.  She’s the head baker on the night shift.  Since I’m the night manager, I’m kind of her boss.  Life’s funny like that.

             
“Look Gina, there’s more I wanted to talk about.  Can we turn on your television?  There may something on the news I’d like you to see.”

             
I’d timed my arrival to coincide with the start of the evening news and I was hoping that there would be something, anything, to help me start this conversation. 

             
“Okay but I have a lot of things to do before work and I need to get started.”

             
We sat down an turned on the T.V.  There wasn’t much on besides the local news.  Then the national news came on.  That gave me my start.  The FAA had cancelled all flights going to or coming in from all Asian countries due to civil unrest.  The news reporter also said the FAA was considering grounding all international flights due to the possibility of terrorist attacks.  The next story was about an actor in Hollywood who just died.  I got up and turned the television off.

             
“Gina, there’s something happening world-wide and soon it’s going to start here.  I’m worried about what’s going to happen and I want you to be aware of it.”

             
“Okay Steve, if that’s all then, I’ll talk to you later.  I really need to get busy.”

             
“There’s more.  Can we get on your computer?  If we can find something more on the internet than the government is letting the news media put out, I think you’ll get a clearer picture of what I’m trying to tell you.”