The Last Outbreak (Book 2): Devastation (4 page)

Carly was nearly spitting. “You let him leave—alone? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?”

Griffin didn’t answer right away. He looked around the rear cabin as Cora and Shannon avoided the conversation by going to work folding the blankets and shoving the sleeping bags back into their vinyl covers. He then turned to Ben, who sat in the driver’s seat, and nodded.

Ben understood without having to be asked. “Carly, Ethan made us promise—”

“Promise?” Although answering Ben, Carly spoke to Griffin. “He made you promise—promise what? That you’d let him go out there and get himself killed? And you were supposed to what… cover for him when we woke up?”

“Listen,” Griffin said. “He’s been trying to leave this town and this group for days. He wants to get to his sister and I don’t blame him. I don’t understand his irrational need to leave in the middle of a snowstorm, but he’s an adult and there is nothing you or I could do to stop him.”

“Plus,” Ben said. “He’s coming back. He didn’t leave for good. That’s a good sign, right?”

Cora and Shannon had finished. They now sat with their backs against the inside of the rear door and watched as Carly continued to rattle off questions.

“Really? How could you possibly know that?”

“He left his stuff here,” Ben said. “He would never have—”

“What?” Carly said. “You don’t think he’d take the first opportunity to just leave? You don’t think he’s serious? Do you not realize that he just lost his best friend and he also hasn’t slept in like two days? And what, he left a few things behind so you think he’s coming right back? That’s ludicrous, you two should never have let him go, or at the very least you should have woken one of us.”

Griffin shook his head. “He wanted to go. He’s been trying to leave since he saw those messages from his sister. We all know what it’s like out there, but he’s also more than capable and Ben is right. Ethan is coming back.”

“What do you—” Carly began again, but was immediately cut short.

“I know how important he is to you,” Griffin said. “But you had to have known that he was going to do this either way. If not today than tomorrow or maybe next week. He had his mind made up days ago. He wanted to do this all on his own, he needed to. But he’ll be back, I guarantee it.”

Shannon sat forward. “You sure? Ethan seemed pretty hell-bent on getting to his sister.”

“Yeah, he is, but that’s only part of it. He didn’t go out there tonight for his family. It was something else. He’ll be back.”

“I’m too tired for these cryptic games,” Carly said. “What do you know?”

“I know that Ethan is going to leave to find his family at some point, but I also know that’s not what he’s doing tonight. He’s a smart guy and knows that going out on his own isn’t the best idea, but before long it won’t matter to him. Tonight though, he has other things on his mind. He left his phone and his weapon. He’s not leaving, not tonight. That phone is his only connection to his sister. He checks it every few hours. No way he left here without it.”

“Yeah,” Ben said. “He promised he’d at least come back to say goodbye to you girls.”

“Wait,” Carly said. “He did what?”

Griffin cut a look at the kid and then shook his head. “I told him I’d give him three hours to get whatever it was done, if he promised to give you the opportunity to say goodbye.”

“So, you just let him go based on a promise?” Carly bit into her lip. “What if he decides not to keep that promise? I’ve known Ethan for years, but you just met him. I’d trust him to tell the truth, but why did you?”

“I didn’t have to. I know he’ll be back and I also have a pretty good idea of where he went.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he left his phone and his weapon. That tells me he wasn’t expecting any trouble and there’s only one place I know where he may feel safe.”

“Oh yeah, where’s that?”

“The only place we’ve driven by more than a few times in the last five days. He’s going back to the bank. He’s been waiting for this since the first day and I’ve seen how he gets when we pass by. There hasn’t been much activity there in the last few days and I think he knows that.”

“Oh,” Carly said, her voice shrinking as she peered out through the windshield. “He went to say goodbye to David, didn’t he?”

“That’s what I’m thinking and I didn’t really want to make a big deal out of it. You know, with our history inside that vault. I’d have pushed a little more for him to stay, but I figured he would be okay just going there and back.”

Carly still stared straight ahead. Furrowing her brow, there was something she was running through in her mind. She attempted to vocalize it two separate times, but stopped herself just before the words crested her lips. Turning to Griffin, she sighed heavily. “When did he leave? How long ago did Ethan walk out into that street?”

Turning to Ben, Griffin raised his eyebrows. “Right around sunset, probably an hour or two. He should be back—”

“No Griffin,” Carly said. “It doesn’t take two hours to walk to the bank and back. That’s only like four blocks. He should have been back already.”

“I’m sure he’s fine. We cleared that part of town two days ago. Anything or anyone left there won’t give him any trouble.”

“So… Ethan left, all alone. Without his weapon. Without anyone or anything else for protection. It’s been almost two hours since he walked away and you think that everything is just fine?”

“You have to trust me, he’s okay. I wouldn’t have let him go if I thought there was a chance that—”

“Trust you? Are you serious? Ethan is probably already dead or… or worse. This is on you.” She glanced from Griffin to Ben. “Both of you.”

Turning toward the center console, Griffin reached in and pulled out the group’s only remaining weapon. “Ethan would have left no matter what I told him.” Holding up the nine millimeter he said, “There are three rounds left in this thing and after that, it’s empty. Wouldn’t have done him a whole lot of good if he ran into any real trouble and it won’t do me much good either. That’s why I’m leaving it here for you.”

Carly was confused. “What?”

“I’m going out after him.”

Leaning forward, Carly said, “That’s a bad idea. Probably worse than Ethan going out alone.”

“Maybe,” Griffin said. “But you’re right. He should have been back by now. Maybe he lied to me just so I’d let him go. Maybe it’s something else, but either way, it doesn’t change the fact that he still hasn’t come back.”

Carly reached for his arm. “I don’t think—”

“Listen, you’ll all be safe here. And I’ll stay hidden in the shadows. I’ll make a quick trip up Fourth and then follow Bridge Street to Second. I’ll check the bank and then circle back. Won’t take me more than twenty minutes.”

“No, I think we should all go. We can drive that same route in less than five minutes. We’re all just sitting here anyway.”

“The truck will draw too much attention. You’ve seen what happens. And if he’s stuck somewhere out there, it’ll only make things worse. I’m going alone; we really don’t have a choice.”

He was alone. Much more alone than he was used to.

Frank Jarvis hadn’t spoken to another human being since the night before the world went to hell. Tonight and for the last several, his only connection came from the low monotonous groans of those outside the building. He slept most of the time and only ate when it was absolutely necessary. He wanted to die.

He’d lost his wife more than five years before, although this was different. He’d grown accustomed to this new reality. This new routine. Wake up, watch the news, eat breakfast, and then shower. He’d walk into his closet a few minutes before nine and pull out a pair of navy blue jeans and a heather grey t-shirt. It was always blue and grey.

His trek to the corner market and then to the library were the only variables in his otherwise deliberate lifestyle. Even taking the same route each and every day could mean running across someone he hadn’t seen in weeks. Someone who’d want to chat. Those were the conversations he dreaded the most.

Small talk. Why not just put a bullet in my head?

Now, though, he’d give his left arm for some company. Not his right arm, he needed that. But he would offer up his left. However, he wasn’t entirely sure of the reason. Did he actually want to have a conversation with another living, breathing human or was he simply tired of being locked away in a box?

With nothing to do for the last five days, he sat on the metal framed cot and listened. He listened to the sounds of the building settling under the weight of the storm. He listened to the sounds of the fading horde outside the building, and he listened to the sounds of the voices inside his head telling him that there was no one coming.

On the fifth night, an hour before sunset, he told those voices that they were wrong.

.      .      .

He’d been awake and on his feet for the better part of the last two hours. Standing with his hands gripped tightly to the cold metal bars, he again cried for help. For the people less than a hundred feet away to hear him, even though he knew they wouldn’t. And now, not only was his lower back begging him for relief, but he’d also worn out his voice. 

The sound the massive vehicle made as it rolled into the yard was unmistakable. The same vehicle that had driven past the front of the building more times than he could count, had finally pulled into the lot. He was sure of it. The low rumble of the diesel engine put a smile on his face.

“HELP!”

He knew it was foolish, but in his mind, it was better than doing nothing. Maybe.

“SOMEONE, IF YOU’RE OUT THERE.”

Looking away from the rear doors, he again glanced at the trash can. Shook his head and moved to the makeshift bed. He slid it to the wall of bars where he was last standing and climbed on top.

He wasn’t sure it would even hold his weight, but it didn’t matter, he wasn’t using it to sleep anyway. Most nights were spent flat on his back along the cool concrete floor. Better for his aging back than the sagging blue fabric of the cot. He also doubted he’d be able to keep his balance for more than a few seconds at a time.

Frank reached for the flat horizontal bracing near the top third of the cell. Leaning forward, he braced himself with his right foot and craned his neck. He could see a few inches over the vending machine and out the rear door. Couldn’t quite make out what he was looking at as the darkness of night matched the interior.

Stepping down, Frank moved to the opposite side of the cell and attempted to get a glimpse of the lobby. Only the set of double doors were within sight, although scanning the floor, no light shone through. “They’re still here.”

He moved back to the cot, stepped up, and tried for a new positon. His right foot now planted along the lower bracing, near waist high, he pushed up. Near the ceiling, he twisted his head to the left and squinting, had full view of the rear lot.

Closing his eyes, he counted to ten, allowing pupils to adjust for distance. He opened them slowly and gasped. A large white armored vehicle sat parked at the rear of the lot. Positioned near the dumpster and partially out of sight, there were people. No faces yet, just two silhouetted figures sitting in the front seats, although he knew who it was and why they were here.

He’d known the men in the vehicle since they were young boys. They’d both been to his house and destroyed his lawn on more occasions then he could count. Football, basketball, skateboarding, broken arms, bruised elbows, and hurt feelings. He watched the pair grow into men as he himself lost touch with most everyone else in the town he called home. Ethan and David. They were here. They’d come back for him.

Pulling away momentarily, he rolled his head from left to right, releasing the stiffness building in his neck. He breathed out a heavy sign and smiled. He was going to walk out of here. This morning, he wasn’t sure he wanted to; now, he knew he was going home. Frank Jarvis began to quietly laugh for the first time in weeks.

Out of the corner of his eye, Frank detected movement. He quickly pulled back into his perched position and swallowed hard as the passenger door of the armored vehicle popped open. A tall man dressed in dark colors stepped out and closed the door. He watched as the tall man moved around behind the armored vehicle and disappeared.

Still silhouetted in the shadows, he was unable to get a read on exactly who he’d seen. It wasn’t David. The build was close, but the man must have had three or four inches on him, although at this distance, Frank wasn’t sure of anything. The man dressed in dark tones also didn’t seem to fit the image he held for Ethan.

Waiting for the man to reappear on the opposite end of the truck, Frank gripped tighter to the metal bars. “
Come on, I know you’re coming in here. So come already, what are you waiting for?
”

After five minutes, his hands and the arches of his feet began to cramp. He couldn’t maintain the suspended position another minute. Stepping down, he slid the cot away from the metal bars and sat down hard with his back resting against the wall. He took a deep breath, turned, and focused his stare toward the end of darkened the hall. And waited.