End Days Super Boxset (133 page)

“We’re working on different approaches at the moment. We’ve tried burning, but haven’t found a great enough distance to burn it safely from the harmful vapors.”

“On that note, I noticed that you don’t have a single vehicle around camp. Why is that?” Shelly asked.

“I’ve taught my people not to rely on modern contrivances. The sooner we can live completely within our own means, the better.”

“And what have they said about that? I mean, without a vehicle, you’re severely limited in mobility. What if something were to happen? What if you had to flee?”

“Something
is
going to happen. And we’re not going anywhere, we’re going to wait, and then ascend to our proper place for all of eternity.”

Shelly caught something in Sister Bonnie’s comment that struck her. Sister Bonnie had said something was going to happen, as if oblivious to what had already happened.

“Sister Bonnie, if you’d please. Do you mind telling us what you believe is going to happen?”

Leading the group back to the tent area, Sister Bonnie replied.

“I speak of the apocalypse, the end of times as we know it. Perhaps your people may see the light before they perish as well,” she continued.

Coming to an end of their tour, they stopped in front of the church.

“Tell me something, Sister Bonnie,” the Sheriff said. “You’ve been living out here for a month?”

“That’s correct. One month and six days.”

“So… have any of your people—are you aware of what’s going on out there?”

“We have a group that goes into town and gets supplies. I’ve heard some things. Nuclear war they say, but it doesn’t matter. Either way, it’s always like I envisioned it.”

“Now let me get this straight, you’ve been out here for one month, preparing for the apocalypse as you call it.”

“This is all very personal information, Sheriff. But seeing as your group helped us out and came out here to visit, I’ll let you in on a little background. I’m a preacher’s wife. My husband Phil, he passed away not too long ago. He left me heavily in debt and alone. About the only thing I had left was this church. Then he visited me from the afterlife and warned me of an apocalypse on the horizon. He told me that I needed to prepare our followers so that we may survive. Before he left, he told me that I had the power to unlock the seven seals.”

“Sister Bonnie, I think that’s enough,” Walter interrupted with a nervous smile. She snapped out of her openness and resorted to a more formal voice.

“Yes, you’re right, Walter,” she said. “I don’t know what gets into me sometimes.”

She turned to the Sheriff and took his hand into hers.

“Thank you so much for taking care of our people the other day. Now you know where we are and if you ever want to hear the word for yourself, we’re here to share it.”

“That’d be nice. I’m sure we’ll have some time later down the road to visit again.”

“Sister Bonnie,” Ryan said, cutting in. “I don’t mean to pry, but I saw someone roasting squirrel near one of the tents. It would seem to me that you don’t have the proper food you need out here. When people are reduced to eating something like that, one would think there’s a serious lack of resources.”

“We are at desperate times,” Sister Bonnie replied.

“Fair enough, but—”

“I think what Ryan is trying to say is that if you ever need anything, just ask. Our food supply is carefully rationed and controlled, but we may be able to help out from time to time,” Shelly said.

David cut in. “Yes, we’d be happy to trade with your group. We could do a couple chickens for some squirrel meat; maybe a car for some trash in your landfill.”

“That’s enough, David,” the Sheriff said.

David walked back to the truck in frustration. After he was out of hearing range, the Sheriff apologized for him.

“It’s quite alright, Sheriff,” Sister Bonnie said. “The cowardly, the unbelieving, they shall all be consigned to a fiery lake in the end.”

Shelly’s mouth dropped open. Walter laughed and placed an arm around Sister Bonnie. “That’s why we love her, she doesn’t mince words.”

Sister Bonnie came out of her strange trance and resumed the conversation with the group. “It has been a pleasure meeting you all. Admittedly, we don’t have much to barter, but Walter will try to arrange something for your troubles.”

“Any fuel?” the Sheriff asked.

“They don’t have any cars, Sheriff,” Ryan said.

“Yes, but I noticed that fuel shed in the back, behind the church.”

“Good observation. We do have reserves for our generators; we can give you some for the trip.”

“That would be wonderful,” the Sheriff said. He wasn’t going to leave the camp empty-handed.

The two groups shook hands and went on their separate ways. As promised, Walter topped off their fuel tank. The F-250 was tough on gas, but it was one of the most reliable vehicles they had.

“So what was the point of that?” David asked once everyone piled back in the truck.

Paul, again, sat in the truck bed.

“To establish relationships with other communities,” the Sheriff answered.

“That wasn’t a community, it was a loony bin. Those people have been out there for a month. They don’t have a clue what’s going on. If there hadn’t been a nuclear attack, they’d still be sleeping in tents, eating squirrels, and squatting in their own filth. Only difference now is that no one cares enough to do anything about it.”

“David, that’s enough,” the Sheriff said. “I know you’re paranoid, but let it go. Besides, that woman lost her husband.”

The Sheriff paused for a moment. “I can relate to her loss and what it does to your mind.”

Sister Bonnie, Walter, and some of the other people from the camp waved goodbye to the New Haven group as they drove off. Once the truck was down the road and out of sight, Sister Bonnie turned to Walter.

“I don’t want to see another person eating a squirrel in this camp again. Do you hear me?” she scowled.

“Yes, but—”

“No excuses, just listen to me. I put you in charge of looking out for our people’s well being, and then I have to hear some smart aleck comment from a slippery heathen? Take a team out tomorrow and get us some real food. Find a shop, homes, I don’t care. If all else fails, go to New Haven if we have to, though I’d hate to give them the satisfaction. We need to keep an eye on them.”

“Do you not trust them?” Walter asked.

“What’s to trust? They’re part of the old way. Their kind will soon be extinct, paving the way for a new beginning.”

“They can always join us.”

“If they decide such, then they may be saved yet. Until then, watch them closely.”

Outbreak

It was getting cold fast. A consistent lack of sunlight compounded the dwindling temperature. It was Day Fourteen, and Paul was still stranded in New Haven. The three days the Sheriff had promised had passed. Paul remained patient, as he knew the Sheriff was heavily invested in the bunker construction. Paul had lent a hand the day prior. The hours were long and exhausting and his back and shoulders were sore.

“Day fourteen,” he said. “Today is the day.”

He fully intended to confront the Sheriff and not do a single thing until the keys to a vehicle were in his hands. Then he took a moment to listen to himself and how demanding he was sounding. No one was putting a gun to his head to stay, but he was, for all intents, stranded. If not for the people of New Haven, he would have been killed. Though he didn’t think he could shovel again as he could barely move his arms. He remembered the Sheriff had said that things would get back to normal soon. For the Sheriff, such an outlook kept him going, and he wanted the town to feel the same way. But for Paul, nothing was normal without Samantha. He ached each and every day. He felt like less of a person. Half of who he was. He felt like he would sell his soul if only to hold her for one minute, though he had no idea if she was even still alive. The morning started like the ones before it, with the Sheriff knocking on his door.

“Shit,” Paul muttered. “Yes, Sheriff,” he said from his bed.

“Need to talk to you,” the Sheriff replied through the door. “Throw some clothes on and meet me outside.”

“Yes, master,” Paul said quietly.

He listened for footsteps leaving as the Sheriff moved back down the hall. Once gone, Paul punched the wall next to him.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Jordan said from across the room.

“Yeah, isn’t it nice how I have to do all hard labor while you get to flirt with the town nurse all day,” Paul responded.

“Hey, I can’t help it if she finds me irresistibly attractive,” Jordan said.

“You wish.”

“I’ll have you know, while you’ve been out making runs and digging holes, I’ve been monitoring the radio.”

“Yeah, so?” Paul said.

“And I found out some information that you might find useful.”

“What could that be?”

“There was a broadcast, a new one. They listed the states reportedly
not
hit by a nuclear device. Or at least states that have no detected radiological fallout in the air. Colorado was named along with Missouri.”

Paul’s eyes widened.

“Colorado is okay?”

“Depends on your definition of okay. But according to the radio, they haven’t been wiped out.”

Paul fell back on his pillow and exhaled in heavy relief.

“I’ve got to get out of this town. No more wasting time.”

“Have you talked with the Sheriff about it yet?”

“He’s outside waiting for me. Probably wants me to do his laundry, but I’ve had enough.”

“You really expect him to just
give
you a car?”

“It’s what he promised. Why wouldn’t I expect it? And what has your deal been lately, anyway?”

“What do you mean?” Jordan asked, slightly annoyed by Paul’s tone.

“Are you staying here or what? You haven’t even mentioned it.”

“I don’t know yet. They have a good setup.”

“But what about—” Paul began to ask.

“What about what?”

“Nothing. It’s none of my business, I guess. But aren’t you curious about what’s out there? What the rest of the world looks like right now?”

“I’ve wondered on a daily basis.”

“By listening to a radio all day?”

“Better than digging holes,” Jordan said with a slightly mocking tone.

Paul stood up from his bed in anger.

“I just don’t get you. I thought we were on a mission. Now it’s like, you’re just okay with everything. Is it the nurse?”

Jordan’s expression dropped to an angry frown. Paul thought he might have crossed the line.

“Her name’s Margie, and you know something, Paul, you’re right. It
is
none of your business. Now you better hurry outside, the Sheriff’s waiting for you.”

A silence filled the room. Jordan fell back on his pillow, turned over, and faced the wall. Paul saw little point in continuing their talk. He threw some clothes on in a hurry and stormed out.

The Sheriff was waiting in the driveway of the townhouse, dressed and ready for the day. He didn’t wear the same clothes everyday as much as he wore the same type of clothes: blue jeans, work boots, a button up long-sleeved shirt, and of course, his hat and sunglasses. There was no one else standing around, and Paul grew excited. It looked as if they were ready to talk business. He rubbed his hands together to warm them. The air was cold and brisk enough to give him goose bumps.

“Morning, Sheriff,” he said, trying to start off on a friendly tone.

“Morning,” the Sheriff responded, then he got right to the point. “We got a situation here. People are getting sick. I don’t know exactly what it is. Our nurse, Margie, is looking into it. Lots of high temperatures, stomachaches. One lady, Mrs. Saunders, even reported vomiting.”

The subject so far was not car related, and Paul found himself tuning the Sheriff out. He looked to the bunker construction and saw a much smaller team than the day before. The cement, foundation, and frame for the bunkers had been laid, but there was still plenty of work to be done. The Sheriff noticed Paul looking in the direction of the bunkers.

“As you can see, our work team is a little small today, but that’s not only because of illnesses. I rounded up a group of people to make a supply run. I wanted you to be a part of the team.”

Paul was shocked and angered at the request. He officially felt like he was being used, which, in turn, made him defensive. He thought of grabbing Julie then and there and leaving the town on foot. He thought for a moment and tried to choose his words carefully.

“Sheriff. You told me three days ago that if I helped out around here, you would get me some transportation so that I could find my wife. I don’t want to disregard whatever is happening around here, but a deal is a deal.”

Paul stopped and tried to read the Sheriff’s face for a response. His face said nothing. His mouth was a straight line and his eyes were impossible to see behind his sunglasses. His hands rested on his hips. Perhaps Paul had been too direct.

“I think I need to get my daughter and get out of here, especially if there’s some contagion in the air,” he continued.

The Sheriff remained silent as Paul grew nervous.

“I don’t mean to sound callous. I just really think that, as far as the safety of my daughter is concerned, we should leave.”

The Sheriff backed away from Paul coldly, but his tone was courteous.

“I can understand where you’re coming from, and I know I made a promise to you that you have every right to hold me to.”

Paul waited patiently for the “but” in the Sheriff’s response.

“But,” he continued, “we’re undergoing an unexpected crisis here, and I need your help. We’ve got to get things under control before this thing spreads. You want to walk out those gates, there’s nothing I can do to stop you, but all I’m asking for is just a little more patience, a day or two max.”

“And if I leave today, I suppose the car is off the table then?” Paul asked.

“We need every running vehicle for the supply trip today. Margie is working on a list of stuff. Antibiotics, ibuprofen, things like that.”

Paul could feel anger rising from within. The entire situation felt manipulative to Paul, as if he was being tricked into staying. Maybe every resident in New Haven had started out the same way.

“What exactly do you want me to do anyway?” Paul asked.

“I want you to lead the group. Get with Margie. She’ll have a list for you. Go into town and get medical supplies. We’re down to a couple bottles of aspirin and little else.”

“Lead the group?” Paul asked. “Don’t you have anyone else?”

“Sure I do, but I want that person to be you.”

Paul scratched his head in frustration.

“This is a lot to take in, Sheriff. Who else is going?”

“Well, you know Rob and Carlie, right? Then there’s David and Ryan. Some of the same people that went with us to meet the other camp. So what do you say?”

“How can you assure me that Julie won’t get sick with each minute that we’re here?”

“I can’t, but if she stays in her room until you get back, she should be fine.”

“Two days,” Paul said. “I’ll stay for two more days, but I want to make sure that you’ll hold up to the end of your original offer.”

“I have no reason not to, Paul,” the Sheriff answered.

“I’ve got to talk to my daughter now. When and where are we meeting?”

“Nurse Margie’s house. The whole team will be waiting for you.”

Paul walked back to the house.

The Sheriff called for him again, causing him to turn around.

“I do thank you for this,” the Sheriff said.

“Don’t mention it,” Paul replied.

Paul knocked on Julie’s door in a panic. There was no answer.

“Julie, open up, I need to talk with you.”

Jordan opened the door from their room next to Julie’s and stuck his head out.

“She left about an hour ago,” he said.

“What?” Paul asked. “How do you know, what did she say?”

“I saw her when I came in this morning. She was leaving. I think she said she was going to her friend Tommy’s house for breakfast.”

“Where does he live?” Paul asked with urgency.

Julie stood at the front door of Tommy’s house as his mother, Reba, answered. Tommy had invited Julie to breakfast the day before, and while she initially declined, the boy was starting to grow on her. He promised pancakes and eggs and a chance to meet his pet hamster, Wilson. Julie was bored enough to finally give in. She wondered if Tommy was becoming a sort of friend. She had begun to dislike him less and less.

“So you’re Tommy’s friend? Nice to meet you, I’m his mother, Reba,” the woman who answered the door said with a smile. Her face looked exhausted as if she’d been up all night. Her nose was stuffed up and her cheeks were puffy. “Tommy had told me you were coming to breakfast, but there’s been a little change of plans.” Before she went on any further, Reba opened the door for Julie to enter.

“Please, come in,” she said.

Julie walked into the house and straight to the nearby living room as Reba directed her to sit on the couch. As Julie sat, Reba continued.

“I don’t want to alarm you, but Tommy is a little under the weather today. Something must be going around. We certainly don’t want you catching anything, so it looks like we’ll have to do breakfast another time.”

The house was dark, as all the blinds were closed. Julie didn’t see anyone else around and began to wonder if she had even gone to the right house. Suddenly, Tommy’s strained voice cried out from a bedroom down the hall.

“Mom,” he said.

Reba looked up in concern, then to Julie. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back,” she said with a smile as she walked away.

“This is stupid, I should just leave,” Julie said under her breath. She could hear murmurs from the other room, then the swishing of Reba’s bathrobe as she walked back to the living room.

“Tommy asked to see you before you go,” Reba said.

“Why?” Julie asked.

“He said you were leaving town soon with your dad and that he wanted to say goodbye.”

Julie stood up from the couch and shook her head in agreement. “Okay, that’s fine, I guess.”

“Just don’t get too close to him,” Reba warned. “You don’t want to catch anything.”

With that, Julie walked into the even darker hallway toward Tommy’s bedroom. As she entered the room, Tommy attempted to sit up in his bed and look normal, though his face indicated a pale sickness. “You don’t have to come any closer,” he said. “I just wanted to say bye.”

Julie stopped right past his door and observed Tommy. He had blankets up to his chest, his face pale and his ears red. His hair was wet with sweat, and he appeared to be shaking. “How did you get sick?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Tommy said while coughing. “I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore throat. My mom says I might have a fever.”

“I’m sorry,” Julie said.

“It’s not your fault,” Tommy said.

“I know, I’m just saying sorry that you’re sick.”

“So I guess you’re leaving today?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, let me know when you find your mom. You can write me, you know. I can give you my address.”

“Um. I guess so.”

Julie stood across from Tommy as they looked at each other without words. Tommy attempted to sit in a more upright position, but he coughed with every movement. “Let me write it down for you,” he said.