Rotter Nation (30 page)

“Fuck you!” he yelled and pulled the trigger.

The trigger did not budge.

Shit, he had forgotten to release the safety.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Patty rush out the door. The two living dead had closed to within ten feet, and grabbed her as she tried to push pass them. One latched on to her right arm and bit into it. She screamed and flailed to break the grip, to no avail. The second rotter moved up behind her. Clutching Patty by the hair, it pulled her head to one side and plunged decayed teeth into her neck.

Caslow felt his left arm giving way. Pulling his right hand back, his thumb fumbled around on the stock until it found the safety. Switching it off, he shoved the sidearm back into the rotter’s mouth just as his left arm collapsed. The rotter fell forward, its weight crushing into Caslow’s chest, its mouth only inches from his face, and with the Smith and Wesson still lodged down its throat. It gagged out a moan.

Caslow pulled the trigger.

A cloud of blood and skull fragments mushroomed above the rotter’s head. Some of the gore dripped onto Caslow’s face. The rotter went limp and collapsed onto him. Caslow rolled to his right, throwing the carcass to one side. Crawling on his hands and knees into the corner, he vomited, retching until he could only dry heave. When he stood, the room spun a little, forcing him to lean against the wall until everything returned to normal.

From where he stood at the rear of the unit, he saw the other two rotters rip chunks off of Patty and devour them. Once again, someone had died because of his own cowardice and stupidity.

Pushing himself away from the wall, Caslow crossed over to the living dead. With a steady hand and clear aim, he fired off three rounds—one into the head of each rotter, and the third into Patty’s face. He then stepped back inside the unit, closed the door, and sat with his back against the metal.

* * *

Jennifer had made her way to the end of the row of storage units because she wanted to check the situation at the center of the compound where the fighting was taking place. Once certain that the gun battle posed no immediate threat to her, she made her back along the row, checking each unit and marking them with an X since all were empty. The last one had the words KEEP OUT written in red paint across the sliding door and a padlock securing it to the frame.
She slammed the stock of her semi-automatic rifle against the padlock until it broke off, and then
crouched down and wrapped her hand around the handle. Raising the door four feet, she scanned the inside of the unit with her flashlight. The beam fell on an old man wrapped in a blanket seated in the corner. He raised his deformed hands level with his head.

“Trust me, I’m no threat.”

Jennifer lifted the sliding door all the way and stepped inside. He appeared harmless enough. Still, she kept the M-16A2 trained on him. “Keep your hands where I can see them. I’m not taking any chances.”

“I understand.”

Jennifer approached and pulled aside the blanket to make certain the old man hadn’t any concealed weapons. “We don’t want to hurt anyone if we can help it.”

“It sure sounds like someone is getting hurt.”

“We’re here to save our friend and get the rest of you to safety.”

The old man’s eyes lit up. “You’re a friend of Windows?”

“Yes! Is she safe?”

“God, I hope so.”

“Where is she?” Jennifer asked.

“I’d like to know the answer to that one myself.” The voice came from the doorway.

Jennifer spun around to see a man dressed in black standing ten feet behind her. He had a Smith and Wesson M&P15-22LR trained at her head. “Put the weapon down. Slowly.”

She knelt and placed her M-16A2 on the floor.

“Good girl. Now step back.”

Jennifer obeyed.

Price stepped forward, took the M-16A2, and slung it over his shoulder, all the time keeping his eyes and his semi-automatic fixed on Jennifer. When finished, he moved back five feet.

“So, old man, answer her. Where is the bitch?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because her and that little brat have been nothing but trouble since they got here.”

“So you’re the one who runs this rape camp?” spat Jennifer.

“The name is Price,” he smiled. “And it’s not a rape camp. Everyone has to contribute something to eat, and for most of the women here, that’s all they have to offer.”

“You’re a sick fuck.” Jennifer took a step toward him.

Price raised the M&P15-22LR and leveled it at her face. When she moved back, he shifted the weapon onto Lee. “Okay, old man. I don’t have time to fuck around. Where is she?”

Lee refused to answer.

“Why are you always causing problems for me?” asked Price.

Lee remained silent.

Price shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

He raised the semi-automatic again and fired.

* * *

The decreasing sound of gun fire concerned Windows. It meant that if she and Cindy didn’t make it out of here soon, they would never get out alive. She rolled the fifty-five gallon drum faster, not caring if they made noise, the desire to escape now paramount. When she reached the rear wall of the compound, she maneuvered the drum against the surface and tilted it over so that the open side faced down. She lifted Cindy on top and climbed up herself. The drum wobbled.

“Okay, honey. I’m going to lift you to the top of the wall.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know you are. So am I.” Windows brushed the hair off of Cindy’s face. “You want to get out of here, don’t you?”

The little girl nodded.

“Then we have to do this. It’ll be over soon. I promise.”

Grabbing Cindy by the hips, Windows lifted, being careful to distribute as much weight as possible against the wall. “Tell me when your hands can reach the top.”

“They can.”

One at a time, Windows moved her hands down to Cindy’s ankles and lifted. The weight in her hands lessened, and when she looked up Cindy sat on top of the wall. “Scoot over a few feet so I can get up.”

As Cindy obliged, the sound of a gunshot rang out from behind her. The door to Lee’s storage unit was open. She wanted to check on him, but knew better. If she went to help Lee, she would blow her only chance to get Cindy out of this hellhole, and keeping her safe was the main priority.

Jumping up, Windows grabbed the end of the wall and pulled. Her muscles strained, and she could only make it up so far. She dug her shoes into the wall, trying to find a foothold that would give her leverage. A small pair of hands wrapped around her shoulders as Cindy grabbed her shirt and helped lift. It took several seconds, and for a few of them Windows thought she would not make it. Eventually she reached the top of the wall. Sitting beside Cindy, she paused for a minute to catch her breath.

“Are you okay?” Cindy asked.

Windows nodded. “Let’s get going. We’ll be free in a few minutes.”

* * *

The bullet tore its way through Jennifer’s abdomen. She dropped onto the cement floor, clutching her wound and whimpering in pain. Blood poured through her fingers.

“Why’d you do that?” Lee yelled.

Price ignored the question and leveled the semi-automatic at Jennifer. “Tell me what I want to know and I’ll finish her off. Otherwise I’ll leave her this way. It could take hours to die from her wounds, maybe a day or more. I don’t think you want that.”

“You’re sick.”

“This is a whole new world, old man. A world in which you have to be strong to survive. That’s why you’re in the position you’re in.” Price stepped over to his father and knelt down so he could make eye contact. “You’ve always worried too much about other people. Rather than support me, you were more concerned about those I culled from the pack. You don’t know any of these people, and yet you’ll screw me over to protect them. So I’m giving you have a choice to help out others. What’s more important to you? Saving that bitch and her little kid, or putting this one out of her misery.”

“I’m not going to play this game with you.”

“Have it your way. This bitch can bleed out for all I care.” Price stood up, stepped back, and rested the barrel of his M&P15-22LR on his shoulder. “I’m sure the other two are heading for the car you stashed away at the construction site.”

Lee’s eyes widened, and Price knew he had won. “You know about the car?”

“Of course. I know everything that goes on around here. I never mentioned it before in case I needed it to get away. You just confirmed for me that you let her know about it. Checkmate, old man.” Price smirked. “I’ll just meet them there when they arrive and take care of my problem once and for all.”

“You motherfucker!” Lee lunged at Price, or what served as a lunge for a cripple. The old man struggled to his feet, stumbling once and landing on his hands. He struggled to stand upright and lumbered toward his son. Price fired a round directly into Lee’s face. The shot blasted away most of the old man’s head, leaving only a draping portion of the bottom jaw and a segment of the rear skull attached by a sliver of skin. The body hovered for a second before collapsing onto the soiled blanket.

“No,” Jennifer moaned. She tried to go to Lee’s aid. The moment she moved, she cried out from the pain.

Price walked over to her, crouched, clutched her hair, and yanked her head off the floor. “As for you, I’m leaving you alive. Those deaders your friends introduced onto my compound will be done with my men soon and will start looking for fresh meat. You’ll make a nice little meal for them. Kind of ironic, don’t you think?”

Price let go of Jennifer’s hair, and her head fell to the floor. He left the storage unit and headed back to his office.

* * *

Once the rotters had overrun the gang members and forced them back into the rape room, Robson left his spot near the intersection of the four buildings and continued searching the units heading toward the rear of the compound. He heard a single gunshot from one of the nearby units. With all the other noises around him, he couldn’t tell where the sound came from. He continued down to the end of the buildings near the perimeter wall when he heard a second blast. This time he determined it came from behind the set of buildings on his left. He headed for the end of that building. He turned the corner in time to see someone walk out of the last unit. Robson raised his AA-12.

“Freeze!”

The figure spun around and dodged to one side, firing off a round. Robson jumped back around the corner as the shell slammed into the cement wall where he just stood. A moment later, a burst of gunfire blew past the end of the building. Robson waited a moment and dived out, rolling into the center of the path, his AA-12 ready to fire. The gunman disappeared around the other end of the building. Jumping up, Robson rushed over to the storage unit.

He nearly threw up at the sight that greeted him. Jennifer lay on her side curled up, blood flowing from a gunshot wound to her abdomen. He rushed over and touched her shoulder. She jumped, both from pain and fear, until she opened her eyes and saw it was him. Despite the agony, she smiled.

“What happened?” he asked.

“The guy who runs this place… Price… was looking for Windows… to shoot her…. He shot me….” Jennifer gestured toward Lee’s corpse, “…to get him to reveal… where Windows is. He didn’t.”

“Do you know where she is?”

“She’s with a little girl…. there’s a car hidden nearby… that she plans on using… to escape. But Price knows… where it is. Stop him.”

“First I’ll take care of you.”

“We both know… I’m not gonna make it.” Jennifer’s body convulsed. She reached out and gently held Robson’s left hand. Robson fought back the tears.

“It’s okay…. leave me… your sidearm.”

“No.” Robson would not abandon another woman he cared about to die alone. Still holding Jennifer’s hand, he used his right to unholster his Colt. He placed the barrel against her forehead. “I’ll never forget you.”

“Of course… you won’t.” Jennifer smiled and closed her eyes, an expression of contentment on her face.

Robson turned his head and squeezed the trigger. He felt Jennifer’s hand tense around his own, and then go limp. He could not bring himself to look at her. He felt for a pulse on her wrist and, when he didn’t detect one, gently put down her hand.

Robson raced out of the unit and set out after Price.

* * *

Windows and Cindy dashed across the open space between the compound wall and the outer perimeter fence. Those closest in the Line saw them and called out.

“What’s going on in there?”

“Are we under attack?”

“What’s going to happen to us?”

And the one question that cut into Windows’ soul: “Will you help us?”

Windows ignored them. She couldn’t save them all, and every minute she spent trying to help them lessened their own chances of getting away. The more she ignored them the louder they got. Some insulted and threatened her. Damn it, these people would wind up getting them all killed. Working quickly, Windows removed the wire cutters from her back pocket and used them to snap the links from the ground up, cutting a hole large enough so she and Cindy could sneak through. When finished, she dropped the cutters and pushed open one end of the fence.