This Plague of Days, Season Two (The Zombie Apocalypse Serial)

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This Plague of Days

The Zombie Apocalypse Serial

Robert Chazz Chute

Season 2

Published by Ex Parte Press

© Robert Chazz Chute 2013

ISBN 978-1-927607-14-5

Cover design by Kit Foster of KitFosterDesign.com

All rights reserved.
 

Address media and rights inquiries and reader correspondence to: [email protected]

Author’s note:

If you’re new to serialization, think of this as your TV mini-series of the mind. Your imagination is stronger than Hollywood. There’s no budget or suits holding us back, so this will be fun. Here’s how to plug your eyeballs into the illusion machine:

Season One
came out in the summer of 2013 and hit Amazon’s bestseller list (thank you,
Plague
lovers!) For
Season Two
of
This Plague of Days
, the autumn of our discontent runs from October 1 to November 4, 2013.

There are five episodes in each season, delivered weekly at 99 cents each. During the fall run, you can get the complete
Season 2,
at a discount, for
only
$3.99. Only. Just. Merely. Ridiculously cheap, is my point.

If you don’t care for cliffhangers, surprises and an enigmatic hero on the autistic spectrum, this isn’t for you. There are jokes and the weirdest Table of Contents of clues ever, but don’t stick around for that if the z-word scares you off. The virus has evolved and it doesn’t tolerate people who aren’t in the tribe.
 

However, if this is the flavor of neural fudge cake you dig, welcome sisters and brothers to my secret treehouse club!

It’s storming outside. Throw another log on the fire. The real-world killer flu will be here soon, anyway, so forget the dishes and all your worries. Snuggle under a cozy blanket. I’ll meet you in the Mindscape with a fresh basket of dreadful frets from the Suspenseful Horrors Boutique. It’s just down the street from The Last Cafe.

You’ll find out what I’m talking about soon, but by then it will be too late for us all, the trees will speak and mimes will be strangled.

Best wishes to you, dear reader, for what little good that will do.

Chazz

September, 2013

P
REVIOUSLY
,
IN
S
EASON
O
NE

If you’re jumping into
Season Two
immediately, here’s what you need to know.

Previously, in
Season One

 
of
 

This Plague of Days…

When the Sutr-X virus spread, the world flu pandemic killed millions and the siege began. The first wave has crippled mankind’s ability to respond to the new disaster.

The Spencer family lives in Kansas City, Missouri. They are Theo Spencer, who nearly died of the virus, and Jacqueline (Jack) Spencer, parents to Jaimie and his older sister Anna.
 

Jaimie Spencer is a seventeen-year-old boy on the autistic spectrum. His special interests include words and Latin proverbs. He also sees auras, but due to his selective mutism, he doesn’t bore anyone with that much.

Dr. Craig Sinjin-Smythe, a British virologist, attempted to develop a vaccine against Sutr-X. His pregnant fiancee and lab partner is Dr. Ava Keres AKA Shiva. She leads an international conspiracy of bio-terrorists plotting to release a more deadly strain of the virus.
 

The flu virus mutated and the infected became rampaging cannibals. The new strain is called Sutr-Z, as in zombie. London fell to the onslaught.

Sinjin-Smythe barely escaped England with five refugees: Aadi, his two little daughters and Aadi’s co-worker, a woman named Dayo. Sinjin-Smythe’s dentist, Dr. Neil McInerney, is the skipper aboard the stolen sailboat,
Shepherd of Myddva
i. He lost his wife to cannibals in London as the refugees escaped. Well, lost is vague and weak. She’d been bitten and Aadi pushed her into the Thames before she could turn on his kids and turn them zombies, too. What? You thought this was a Disney movie?

In Missouri, the Spencer family unwittingly became entwined in a battle between a ruthless black marketeer and a violent looter named Lt. Francis Carron. The Spencers have lost their home to an explosion. (There’s that pesky word “lost” again. Doesn’t really do justice to a gas explosion that burns up everything you own and love, does it?) The Spencers, along with their neighbor, Mrs. Marjorie Bendham, hope to find refuge on Theo’s father’s farm. The haven is, inconveniently, in Maine.

Sinjin-Smythe is in pursuit of his fiancee, hoping to save his unborn child and the world from Shiva’s plot. Shiva’s headed west and plans to attack America. The hold of her ship is full of people who will become her bio-weapons and our doom.

No more cutesy remarks. The Spencers’ journey east through the zombie apocalypse begins now. Though Europe is infested with cannibals, the Americans haven’t seen a zombie yet. That will change quickly.

Welcome to
 

Season 2

of
 

This Plague of Days

S
EASON
2, E
PISODE
1

This Plague of Days

Robert Chazz Chute

Season 2

Episode 1

We are unprepared for Death because we pretend it’s not happening everywhere, all the time. Curious, that.

*

Whips and chains will make you moan.
 

Sticks and stones will shatter bone.

Blame yourselves, my enemies.

Your words and deeds do incite me.

*
 

There is still magic in the world.

It’s coming back and it’s pissed.

~Notes from the Last Cafe

*

Give sorrow words; the grief, that does not speak,

Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth

M
ILES
AWAY
IN
THE
L
AST
C
AFE

T
he Spencer family began their escape at dawn.
 

From the back of the family van, Mrs. Bendham asked, “Is that fog?”

“Smoke,” Anna replied, her eyes fixed on the billowing columns climbing toward the sky.

Jack took a circuitous route that burned more gas. She steered her family away from a glimpse of the smoking ruins of their neighborhood in daylight. Maybe the seeds she’d left behind would sprout and grow through the ashes, but it was time to run. It was a long trip east to the hope of safety.

She drove slowly through empty streets. Brown rabbits, large and small, dotted long-grassed lawns everywhere. She briefly considered trying to run one over or chase one with a stick, but the lieutenant was still out there with whatever Wolf Pack was left. They had more than the plague to worry about now.

“Before we leave, I’ve got something I have to do. Everybody stay in the van.”

Jack parked in front of a low brick ranch house. She shut off the engine but left the keys in the ignition and sprinted for the front door. She needed a tribe, a wagon train and numbers. That’s where safety lay. When mob rule is all there is, build a mob.

Someone had painted a sloppy orange X across the front door. Jack took a breath of fresh air. She was out of medical masks, so she pulled her dirty carpenter’s mask over her mouth and nose. She pushed on the doorbell and went cold. Electricity afforded a million little luxuries and it was gone. Despite everything, she was still working on automatic.

“Brandy? Brandy!” She pounded on the door, her fist a hammer. The door yawned open easily. Jack looked back at the van and wished she had thought to bring her heavy flashlight. Anna waved for her to come back.

Jack walked into Brandy Benedetto’s house. She knew right away Brandy didn’t live here anymore. Her friend would never have allowed this mess. The house had been searched by people without mercy, probably the Wolf Pack. But many had gone feral since the Sutr virus struck.
 

Jack met Brandy on Anna’s first day of school. Each was a weepy mother holding a nervous child’s hand. Brandy had a son, Ben, and two deadbeat ex-husbands. Her looks made the frumpier mothers joke that Brandy’s moniker was her stripper name.

Jack hadn’t spoken to her friend since the phones had gone dead. Brandy sounded healthy and optimistic when they’d last spoken. She said it was time for society to get better. Out of this terrible flu pandemic, Brandy was sure people would remember what was important.
 

“People will pull together,” she told Jack. “Hang in there. Soon we’ll be knocking back champers again.”

Then the phones went dead.
 

An acrid smell was an ominous clue that pushed Jack away and pulled her forward at the same time. The odor got stronger as Jack picked her way through the house. She paused for a quick glance through the kitchen door. Every drawer and cabinet had been trashed. The searchers weren’t just scavengers, but mad vandals. Stealing wasn’t enough. Everything had to be destroyed.
 

The refrigerator lay on its side. Brandy had saved for two years to buy a new one. When it arrived from Sears, Jack brought over a cake to congratulate her. They’d toasted the ancient junked refrigerator with champagne — Brandy always had champagne on hand.
 

“Goodbye, harvest gold! Hello, stainless steel!” Brandy said as they clinked champagne flutes. The remains of those flutes were probably amongst the shattered glass that littered the ceramic tile floor.

Brandy raised Ben alone. She’d divorced, married again, divorced again and somehow scraped by on a freelance writer’s income, mostly writing for travel magazines. She did all her research online and never traveled anywhere. Every Christmas she was especially anxious for the checks to arrive, writing batches of greeting card rhymes to fund presents for her son. She managed to get by without alimony and only sporadic child support.
 

“I don’t know what it is about me, Jack,” Brandy said. “Nine decent guys could walk by but I go for the tenth every time. It’s like I’ve got reverse radar. No good instincts at all when it comes to men.”

The women met at school every day and from there had grown the best friendship Jack ever had. The other parents steered clear of Jack because of Jaimie. His big ears and distracted eyes made his classmates nervous and sometimes cruel. When it was time to pick up Anna from elementary school, Jack stood holding Jaimie’s hand, alone amidst a crowd of parents. Just as Jaimie avoided Jack’s pleading eyes, the other parents looked away, making a show of not staring at the little boy who always looked sad.

“It’s lonely,” Brandy had said, by way of greeting. “Like we’re the hobos trying to get the waiter’s attention at a French restaurant.” Brandy didn’t suffer discomfort or embarrassment. She called it out and named it.

Later, when the doctors said Jaimie was a selective mute —developmentally disabled, “possibly on the autistic spectrum, but trainable” — Jack cried on Brandy’s shoulder.
 

Theo, usually the rational, straight-forward one, infuriated her. “We’ll see,” he said. “Jaimie’s just quiet. He’s a hard one to test and measure. What do labels really help anyway?”
 

Brandy let Jack cry a long time before suggesting Theo might be right.
 

“But that’s wishful thinking,” Jack replied. “Ever since he was a baby, it’s like there’s no
there
there.”
 

“Sweetie, I’ve been told my dreams are too big. I don’t know what the alternative is. Facing reality square on makes it easier for reality to kick you in the guts.” Then she pulled champagne flutes from the refrigerator — chilled and ready. “Let’s get drunk.”
 

Jack, eyeliner smeared down her cheeks, raised a glass and managed the beginning of a smile. Together, they toasted, “To trainable!”

Jack had accepted that Jaimie was functioning on a lower level. She’d been told acceptance was the first step toward progress, as if there was a twelve-step program out of Jaimie’s narrow little world. Wherever Jaimie lived most of the time, she was sure his mind was much farther than twelve steps away.

She fought what she’d been told. An elementary school teacher told her with cool condescension that “all parents of low functioning kids fight it…at first.”

“He’s reading the dictionary at five!”
 

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