Green Fields (Book 2): Outbreak (11 page)

“Who thinks that making more mileage warrants possibly having to make a run for it later is the way to go? Raise your hands in favor of sticking to the road for a while.”

The overwhelming majority was for it, even if it gave me the creeps, but I didn’t protest. And not having to watch my every step was a relief on its own.

We really must have hit the thick of the woods here because I saw a couple of cows grazing across a meadow we passed, clearly undisturbed by our presence, and not eaten by zombies yet. We also didn’t encounter anyone in the next two hours on the road. Until we walked around a bend, and suddenly found the entire road in front of us blocked by a mob.

So much for not running blindly through the woods today.

Already tired and drained with only short breaks every few hours, I felt even worse as I tore through the underbrush behind Cho, hoping that he knew where he was going. There was a lot of noise around us—both what we caused and the howls that were chasing us—and with some bemusement I realized that I was more annoyed than frightened. At least until my mind had time to catch up with what was going on when one of the quick zombies brought down the guy running left to me, and reminded me all too well that this wasn’t just a walk in the park.

I ran just a little faster after that.

One thing that hour-long flight taught us, though—besides keeping more sentries out at all times and not to let our guard down—zombies weren’t doing well in unsteady terrain. Maybe that was the reason why they seemed to congregate on the streets; or they simply were smart enough not to go after anything that meant spending more energy than it was worth if you could just shamble along the roads. Either way, it dawned on me that once we made it out of the Appalachians and into the Midwest, we’d be screwed. But not now—we were moderately well off if we turned into forest dwellers.

Just our luck that not thirty minutes later the forest started thinning and opened up onto I-70 beyond.

Fuck, but I started to really hate Interstates.

Worn out as we were, we’d been rather subdued in crashing through the underbrush, but as soon as Nate called us to a halt, quiet spread all around. First, there was the fact that there was a four-lane highway in front of us—with half a mile of open ground around it. Second, that meant zombies everywhere. And last—but definitely not least—the highway was chock-full of cars, providing yet more zombies and food for them aplenty. Even in the safety of the trees, I could see them pass by right now—and there were a lot more of them out there than what we’d seen on the roads in the valleys that lay behind us.

I was just asking myself what drove them onto the highways in particular when I watched a couple of them pull something out of a car and onto the road, the ripping, wet noises loud enough to drift to us as the wind turned. All hushed conversation stopped as we watched a group of maybe ten zombies fall on the dead body, reducing it to a bloody heap of rags within minutes. They even cracked the long bones of the femurs to suck out the marrow. That the man must have been dead for days already, the corpse baking in the heat, didn’t seem to matter to them at all.

At least that would take care of all the dead bodies—but it didn’t really feel like a relief to me.

Endless minutes trickled by until the two sentries returned that had been scouting ahead.

“The mob’s spread out over a three-mile stretch,” one of them reported, his eyes continuing to dart toward the spectacle on the highway even as he reported. “They’re slowly moving west, but it will still take hours for them to clear away here.” When I eyed him askance, he gave me a toothy grin. “Too much fast food available for them to be in a hurry, looks like.”

Nate and Andrej exchanged a few words, and Andrej got out the maps again.

“There’s an overpass a couple miles from here, but it won’t help us much,” he said.

“Sounds better than to wade right through that out there.” That from one of the hunters.

“Yeah, but it’s at the exit one over, right at a small city,” Andrej replied. That this meant lots more bodies—dead and semi-alive—he didn’t have to explain.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked when no one did anything except eye the passing mob wearily.
 

Nate shrugged. “We wait.”

“For what? That one of them glances to the side, sees us, and the whole horde comes chasing into the forest?” If I didn’t sound very happy about that idea, tough luck, because I really wasn’t.

Pia gave a bark of laughter that made me stare at the zombies with even more alarm, but none of them seemed to have noticed. “Why chase us when they have their all-you-can-eat buffet right out there? We’re probably safer here than we’ve been all day.”

I couldn’t believe that no one else spoke up, but unlike me, the others seemed content to relax for the moment. Nate gave me a look that spoke volumes of how amusing he found my fretting, but I chose to ignore it. Fact was, I was damn tired after two days of little rest, but I doubted that I would get any quality downtime out of our wait.

Just as the first of the group started to settle in and drop their packs, I heard a distinct noise coming from our right—east, I guessed—but except for trees and zombie-infested road, I couldn’t see anything. But I wasn’t the only one who noticed, because Andrej had his binoculars out again and was staring in that direction. Over the next minutes the noise increased, until I could just make out what the irregular cadence might be.

“Are those gunshots?”

Andrej kept watching, until he grimaced and handed the glasses to me. “Something like that.” Nate and the two guards were also looking, wearing similarly perplexed expressions on their faces. “You got to be fucking kidding me,” one of them muttered.

Searching, it took me a little while to find the source of the increasing din, but when I finally zeroed in on it, I blinked several times, not sure if I wasn’t hallucinating. The noise was indeed gunfire, coming from two quads that were racing along the lawn strip of the northern lanes of the highway, more precisely from the figures perching on the rear seats. As they drew closer still, I could also hear them screaming and whooping, just as if they were taking a ride at an amusement park.

“Drugs can do terrible things to people,” Nate deadpanned when I stared at him, my mouth probably hanging open. “But to answer your previous question—I think what we’ve been waiting for is just coming down the road.”

I wondered for a moment if I was suffering from a psychotic break. Not that I didn’t have cause for that aplenty.

“Are you shitting me?”

He shrugged. “You weren’t too thrilled about waiting until the mob passes. Figured you’d be ecstatic that we can now use this distraction.”

“You seriously want to run through a zombie mob that gets all riled up over some weirdos randomly shooting at them?”

“And going at high speed which will make all the zombies focus on them, yes,” he added.

I really didn’t know what to reply to that. And I didn’t like the “plan” one bit.

“For the record, if we all die out there, I’m coming back as a ghost to haunt your ghost ass for eternity.”

Nate didn’t looked fazed by that.

“I think it’s much more likely that you’ll turn, provided they don’t eat you. Which is much more likely still.”

“You’re so not helping,” I grumbled.

All around us, the others were getting ready, and still no one was protesting this insanity. Even without binoculars, I could now make out the four figures on the two vehicles, coming ever closer in swerving, winding lines as they piloted around the thicker clusters of zombies or cars and trucks that had ended up on the green strip. A few of the faster zombies tried reaching for them, but most were too slow—and the lucky few who weren’t ended up as yet more roadkill on the asphalt, much to their fellow shamblers’ delight.

“Listen up,” Nate called out—if softly enough not to attract undue attention. “This is how we do it.” He explained his—in my opinion still completely whacked—plan. Like the night before, we would split up into groups, but this time we’d make a run for it all together at the same time, thus trying to minimize the risk for the individuals. There was no way in hell that this was going to work, but when I noticed that Skip and Steve were eyeing me with a cautious kind of disdain, I kept my trap shut. I certainly wasn’t going to remain behind, and for a moment the knowledge—hope, really—that Andrej and Nate would make sure that I’d make it across unscathed almost made it worth the general craziness of the undertaking.

But really, what would have been the alternative? Wait, sure, but none of us knew if the zombies would really move on, or maybe get followed by yet more. I didn’t know the Interstate well but there weren’t many roads bridging it, and I only knew of a single one going under, but that was much closer to Wheeling, and likely overrun. And backtracking until we were far enough south to find another route didn’t sound that appealing. At least the terrain seemed to level out somewhat on the other side of the highway, making walking just a little less torturous.

Groups formed mostly organically, and as I’d expected, I ended up with what remained from my team from last night. I wondered if I should ask that guy for his name, but considering what had happened to his buddy, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know.

And then the ATVs raced by, turning every zombie head around and making them surge after them, and a hard shove against my pack got me staggering out toward the highway. The idiots on the quads were still whooping and shooting, but already I saw the attention of the shamblers turn elsewhere, at least those who were already busy with picking apart other remains, or for whatever reason not keen on meals on wheels. I was second in line now, with Andrej to my right and Nate just behind my left shoulder, almost caging me in. The guy in front of me was heading straight for the piled up rows of cars, aiming for a gap where a minivan had ended up sideways, creating a somewhat larger open space. As soon as I was close enough to see the road between the cars, I knew why.

There was a veritable crowd of zombies crouching on the floor over what looked like the remains of an entire family. I averted my eyes as soon as they fell on a bloody, shredded teddy bear, a small hand still clutching the fur.

Veering to the right, I made a turn around the van, but there were more zombies standing on the other side. The spot must have shielded their view of the quads—and now they were staring right at me.

I tightened my grip on my bat, ready to bash it into any snapping face that was coming right at me, but the blank stare skipped right over me after a second, before the zombie turned back to what it had been occupied with—the dark clumps on its chin and chest looking like fur. Barely daring to breathe, I stepped further to the right to bring another car between me and that feast, even if that meant that I had to scramble over the hood because it was flush with the bumper of the next one. Andrej was right behind me, his eyes remaining on the zombie until we had both cleared the car. Nate must have gone around the other side of the van.

A few more shamblers were crouching and standing around, but they ignored us just the same. Somehow, that was even more creepy but I was so not going to protest. And I had the sinking feeling that it wasn’t going to last.

The second row of cars was easier to get through, and I scrambled onto another hood to get over the crash rails and into the strip in the middle. For whatever reason, that part was free of zombies, and left and right of me I could see a few others fight through the thick vegetation there, Nate among them, much to my relief. Andrej was there to help me over the next rails—and that was where the problems started.

Just as I’d expected, the zombies much closer to where the quads had zoomed by were agitated and restless, and as soon as they saw us, they came right at us. I had just enough time to find my balance after dropping onto the lane between two cars before the first was reaching for me, screeching with delight. Swinging my bat, I did my best to keep it at bay, but it didn’t even seem to notice when the aluminum crashed into its shoulder. Bloody, dirt-crusted hands reached for me, and a wave of nauseating odor swept over me. Stepping back, I almost toppled onto the hood of the car again, but that gave me another idea. Sliding back until I found purchase with my ass, I used that to kick out, hitting the zombie squarely in the chest. That made it stagger, just enough so I could ease around it and make a run for the other side.

Claws were reaching for me and that terrible howling rose from behind me, but I didn’t look back. Someone was stupid enough to fire some shots, making all zombies surge in that direction, and I bailed. The moment I skipped around the last car I broke out into a full run, forcing my aching body into one more lightning dash. I was among the first who made it, which came with the disadvantage of a few zombies tagging right after me, but the wet, dull, thudding sounds behind me made me guess that Andrej took care of that. Almost out of sight of the highway, I finally slowed and turned around, hefting my bat but hoping that I wouldn’t have to use it.

I was just fast enough to duck when one of the quick zombies reached me, smart enough not to howl so it took me by surprise. Staggering by me, it still managed to grab onto my pack, throwing me off balance as it pulled with more force than someone who had been slighter and shorter than me should have the right to possess. I went down before I could decide whether I should try shucking my pack, my left hip taking the brunt of the fall. The zombie growled, still tearing at my pack, but let go when I kicked out hard and hit it in the knee. Scrambling to my feet, I went right after it, swinging my bat in the general direction of its head. Too stupid to really defend itself, I managed to hit it in the head, and when it went down, I kept on swinging. The sounds that the caved in skull made as I kept hitting it made me sick, but adrenaline made me crazy enough to ignore that.

The zombie stopped moving and I sprang back, bat at the ready, looking around for my next attacker. Andrej was busy finishing off another one, and a few yards away I could see a few more of our group huddled together, watching, exhaustion plain on their faces. Somewhere someone was screaming, and it didn’t sound like the zombie howls. Panting heavily, I tried to shut down the realization of what was going on, but there was no sense to that. One of us hadn’t made it, and now the zombies were eating him. At least I presumed that it was a guy as I could see the Ice Queen’s blonde head among the stragglers who joined us now. Another shot rang out and the screaming stopped, but I immediately felt resentful because now the zombies would just snap back to attention.