Zombie Fallout 8: An Old Beginning (2 page)

“I’m good. My family?”

“They’re okay.” Her gaze slid away from mine. That was enough to let me know that danger might not be present at this very moment, but it was lurking like the insidious little fuck it was. 

“Oh, Stephanie, they got you too?” Trip asked, seemingly seeing his wife for the first time since they came to visit. “Ponch, man, you got to get us out of here. I’ve got some money stashed in an old Chevy down by the mall.”

“Trip, it’s alright. I’m the one in jail.”

Trip looked around; I guess finally noticing he was in an open hallway. “How did that happen? Were you with Don Carlos?”

“It’s good to see you’re both doing well,” I told them honestly.

“What’s going to happen to us, Mike?” Steph asked. She already knew, and she’d know if I was lying.

“We need to get out of here.” That is what I told her. Seemed much
better than, “They’ll eventually kill us.”

“I’ll get you out of here. I’ve got money, Ponch.”

“I know, I know, in an old Chevy down by the mall.”

“What? Who keeps money in abandoned vehicles on the side of the road?” he asked almost indignantly.

Stephanie shrugged behind him. Dennis may or may not have lightly dinged his forehead against his bars. “I’ve seen you make more sense passed out, Mike.”

“Oh, you have company. I’m sorry, man, we didn’t mean to intrude.” Trip grabbed Stephanie’s hand and quickly pulled her down the hallway.

“Bye.” She waved over her shoulder.

“What the fuck was that all about?”

“That was actually pretty lucid for him.”

“He another friend of yours?”

“You know, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even remember my real name, but yeah, he’s another friend of mine.”

“I thought it was a fairly select group I was in. Seems you’ll let just about anyone in.”

“Anyone that saves my life gets a free pass.”

“Him? Really? You are kidding, right?”

“No. He’s saved me three…four times at least.”

“How is that even possible?”

“Luck of the Irish, or he has a platoon of guardian angels. Take your pick. Sometimes I think there is way more going on behind that burn-out façade, but then he’ll come out with something like, ‘Did you know you can snort jalapeños?’ and I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Do you chop them up first?”

“What?”

“The jalapeños…does he chop them up first?”

“Not you, too. I don’t think I could take two of him.”

“And Stephanie?”

“That’s his wife.”

“I figured she was his caregiver. They’re married? How does she deal with him?”

“Beats me, because she sure as hell doesn’t do drugs. Anything that got near their household would get sucked up by him. Oh, here’s another fun-fact. He’s loaded.”

“Why are you screwing with me?”

“Serious, like multi-millionaire loaded, invested in some stock that went through the roof. Knowing him, he probably walked into Merrill-Lynch to request a dime bag and instead bought the first shares of Apple.”

We kept talking. I was hoping that this parade of fellow captives would finally lead to my family. Tracy, my kids, Gary, and Henry had yet to show. If my captors were attempting some form of psychological terror, they were succeeding. They must have known I’d ask BT and Trip about them. Why not just let me see them as well? I knew the answer—it was a way of control and potentially a way to soften me up for whatever they were trying to get from me.

“Mike, Mike,” Dennis was shaking my shoulder through the bars. I don’t know if I was sleeping or contemplating; either way, it took me a second to figure out what was going on. “Someone is coming.”

I sat up, my fingers crossed in the hopes that it was Tracy or the kids. It ended up being one of my kids in a sense. I could just make out Henry’s massive head from my angle. Something looked wrong, though, as he looked entirely too tall. And then I knew why. The guard walking him had pulled his leash taut and Henry’s front paws were a good six inches from the ground. Henry was breathing heavy, trying to get in enough oxygen as his airway was being restricted. If I had the strength to rip those bars off I would have.

“Henry!” I yelled.

He heard me and was able to get enough thrust with his back legs to pull the leash from the guard. The guard kicked out, nailing Henry in the side. He yelped in pain, his back legs nearly sliding out from under him. He righted himself and kept coming my way.

“This fucking sausage yours?” the guard laughed as he followed after my Henry.

Henry was running down the corridor toward me. Running might be a gross exaggeration, but you get the idea. His jowls were flapping like an eagle’s wings, drool was spraying to the floor, and I’d swear he had a grin on like we’d both been caught raiding an off-limits birthday cake. The guard picked up his pace just as Henry was getting to the bars.
I reached through and quickly stroked his head and chest, Henry was in bliss. I got the feeling that the guard was supposed to let me see but not touch and now had to quickly correct his mistake. I moved to the far side of my cell, closest to Dennis and furthest from the cell door. Henry followed, as did his leash. The guard was just reaching down for the trailing rope when I moved with only a speed I’d been granted.

Even as the guard’s hand was clasping around the rope, mine was clamping around his forearm. I yanked him in so hard that his forehead slammed against the bars. He’d have a decent sized knot that was going to be the least of his troubles. I positioned his upper arm halfway between the elbow and shoulder between the two bars before I forced it backwards, shattering the bone. He screamed in abysmal pain.

“You ever fuck with my dog again, I’ll rip this arm off, shove it up your ass, and then parade you around like a fucking puppet. We clear? And, oh yeah, he’s not fat he’s just big-boned.” I pulled the man’s arm toward me, the bone fragments grinding together as I did so. He passed out from the shock and the pain.

“That’s fucking gross, man.” Dennis had paled considerably and had one hand close to his mouth in case he spewed. I pushed the guard away hard enough that he came to rest on the far side of the hallway. I knew my time was limited, so I took advantage of it. I squished Henry’s face like it was made from Play-Doh.

“Who’s my good boy?” I was face-to-face with him, scratching behind his ears as he gave me a tongue lashing.

“Fuck, man, that’s worse than you breaking that guy’s arm. Ever think about getting a room?”

“Got one,” I said as Henry moved his hindquarters into position for a good old-fashioned rub down.

The door opened again. It was Grand Central all right. “Move away from the bars,” an authoritative voice shouted out. It was punctuated by the ratcheting of many rounds into many chambers.

“You keep an eye on Mom,” I told Henry, gripping his large head between my hands.

Henry barked, but to say it was a bark would be like saying I could sing like an angel. And trust me, I sing worse than I dance. I’d once been asked to leave the floor of a father-daughter dance after I’d stepped on a third set of feet. It was more like the bark of a seal, so imagine that sound and roll with it. He seal-barked three more times, hopefully in understanding of my words.

“Is he dead?” the new guard asked as he approached cautiously, at least four other soldiers coming with him. I stood and moved back from the front of the cell, as did Dennis.

“He’s not dead, but if he ever fucks with my dog again, he will wish he was by the time I’m through with him.”

“Come here, pooch,” the lead guard said, not wanting to get any closer to my cell than he had to. Henry seal-barked at him.

“It’s alright, boy, go ahead. Just do as I ask.” Henry looked to me and seal-barked again. He walked over to the guard on the ground, lifted his left rear leg and let a warm stream coat the man’s thighs, then went to the guard who had asked him to come.

“I’ll take care of him,” he promised me, and I believed him. “Milts, Jonesy, get Samuels. I’ll cover you.”

Milts and Jonesy did not look overly thrilled with their new duties as they each grabbed one of Samuels’ shoulders and dragged him away from there. He moaned loudly in his lifeless state.

“Mike, shit, man,” Dennis said as the cell block door once again shut and the men were gone.

“What? I would have done the same if they kicked you. Don’t look at me that way. You spent most of your time locked up with your dad. Now I’m not saying you had it easy, so don’t go getting all butt-hurt. I’m just telling you that I’ve been back and forth across the states, and I’ve met some of the worst assholes imaginable. This is the way of the world now…it’s swift justice or
get screwed. I’ll dole it out any day before I’m the recipient.”

“You’re not quite the easy going guy I knew.”

“We’re not in our teens trying to feel up chicks and smoke weed any more, bud. Or even in our twenties out to just have a good time. This is survival, and not necessarily of the fittest, but more the ones that are willing to do what needs to be done.”

“At what cost? At what point does it become too much?”

“Don’t pontificate on me. If someone threatened your dad no matter their reasons what would you have done?”

“I don’t know, man. I don’t know what I would have done.”

“That hesitation would have got you both killed. Trust me.”

“What else did Tommy take away from you with that bite?”

“Don’t you dare. Just don
’
t. I don’t care who I have to go through for the safety and lives of my family and friends, you included.”

“I just don’t know,” Dennis said as he moved to his bunk and sat down.

We sat that way for hours, maybe minutes, I don’t know, felt like a damned eternity. All I could think about was my family and getting them out of this latest jam we’d found ourselves in.

The door opened
once again. I pressed my head as hard as I could against the bars in a hope to get an early view of my wife coming toward me. Unless she was in wing-tipped shoes, this wasn’t her. An older man with three armed guards was heading my way. Well, here came the answers.

“Hello
, Mr. Talbot, my name is—”

“I don’t give a fuck
,” I said as I went to the rear of my cell and lay down on my cot. I placed my hands behind my head and stared at the gray ceiling.

“Right.
” He looked to his guards and back down the hallway. “I had planned on allowing the rest of your family to visit before your last demonstration.”

“He got off light. If he’d actually injured my dog, it would have gotten pretty messy. The cleaning staff would have probably charged you extra to get the stains up.” I noticed the three men with him were a little antsy.

“We need something from you, Mr. Talbot.”

“Refer back to my opening statement.”

“I don’t think you understand the precarious situation with which you find yourself in. Your family—”

He had not even finished the word “family” when I had sprung from the cot and slammed into the bars, my outstretched arm inches from grabbing the front of his suit jacket and pulling him toward me. He jumped backwards once he was able to catch up to how quickly I had moved. “You
saw what I did because some asshole kicked my dog, what do you think I would do if someone so much as gave my wife a bad bruise?”

He swallowed hard and smoothed back his hair in an attempt to compose
himself. I had to give him credit—he recouped quicker than I expected. “Um…impressive.” There was a healthy dose of fear in his eyes but something else as well. Greed maybe, desire?

“You touch my family and I will rip your head off with my hands.”

I could see one of the guard’s hands gripping his weapon so tightly that his knuckles were the color of ivory.

“No…wait…hold that thought. First, I will pull the skin from your face while you’re alive. You’ll be screaming so loudly at first, and then it
will kind of taper off to this whimper of the insane, and then the hitching of one who is in shock. THEN I will rip your head off. I’ll most likely stick my left hand into your mouth and my right will be on the back of your skull, kind of where it protrudes, then I’ll twist it back and forth a few times. This has the added benefits of breaking your spine and loosening up those pesky muscles and tendons. Next, I’ll step on your feet. That’s to hold you down while I yank up on your head. I’m not sure if you’ll still be alive or at least cognizant of what is going on, but your mouth will forever be open in this voiceless scream-looking thing. And I’m sort of OCD about these kinds of things, so I’ll have to do it to all of you. I’m kind of forced to…horrible disease that it is.”

The guard who was already attempting to grind his weapon into dust was imperceptibly moving the barrel of his weapon upwards. I don’t even think he consciously knew he was doing it.

“Enough, Mr. Talbot. I had not wished to force your hand, but I have your family. I will do whatever is necessary to secure the resources I desire.”

“What exactly is that?” I growled.