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Olivia Marie & Rena Marin

Dedication

Rena Marin

A special thank you to Erin Lee. You are my biggest supporter and the one person who doesn’t hold back when it comes to telling me to keep pushing. Thank you for all you have done to guide me on this crazy journey, including those late night talks!

To Olivia Marie, this journey has been fun and a bit disturbing. Hope we survive it!

Olivia Marie

Thank you to Erin Lee who is always pushing me to do things I don’t always think I can do. Who knew a conversation on a video would lead to this story? Stay amazingly crazy and enjoy.

To Rena Marin. Thank you for heading into ground zero with me. Stay safe.

CHAPTER ONE

Jake

Opening the door slowly, I was hit hard with the pungent odor of rotting flesh and human waste. The ground was thick with rags covered in blood, vomit, and sweat. The once vibrant town was now desolate and somber. The sounds of painful cries echoed off the concrete walls and surrounded where I stood trying to figure out where to go first. When the doors closed behind me, the silence was louder.

“Thank God you are here. Put this on now. Where have you been? Did you see anyone else out there on your way here?” The small woman was wrapped in scrubs and I couldn’t make out much more than her face. Her blue-grey eyes pleaded with me to hurry and follow her. They gave her away and I knew it was Marissa, the overnight triage nurse.

“I saw a few people, but not many. Where is everyone?”

“Gone or in here. A few of the hospital staff are still here. The rest are either in a bed or have gone home to check on family.” Tears ran down her cheeks hiding behind the mask on her face as she broke. I watched her start to shake at the realization that all she knew was gone.

“Show me,” I ordered her. Not to be harsh, but to kick her into work mode and get her to pull it together. If things were as bad as what I saw on the way in, we were in major trouble.

I thought back to the woman crawling across the road. The sounds coming from her were more animal than human. A cry of a rabbit being eaten alive was the closest I could compare to it. The loud shrieks and low gurgles as she scraped her body across the asphalt. The temperatures, being in the high 90s, made the ground too hot to touch and it burned at her flesh as she ran her front over it. I watched as pieces of her fell off and left a clear trail of where she had come from. Her face was disfigured so badly, I couldn’t make out any of her features. She was a bloody chunk of ground meat by the time I got to her.

I pulled my car over and put it in park. Opening the door slowly, I froze when she suddenly stopped. Turning to face me with a smile, I watched as a tooth flew from her mouth. Before I could move another inch, she reached out her arm and took a chunk from it. Blood ran from the open hole and I watched her drink it. When she stopped and turned to come toward me, I shut the door and drove the rest of the way to the hospital as fast as my old clunker would go.

I had to shake off the image of the poor woman. There was nothing I could have done for her, and there were people that still needed my help. I tried to think of anything I knew of that would make a person tear at their own flesh the way she had and came up empty.

Part of me hoped they were filming a horror movie in our small town and nobody bothered to tell us. It would have been a way to get a real reaction from us, but there was no way she was faking what I saw.

“Please, are you coming?” Marissa asked. She grabbed me by the sleeve of my doctor’s coat and tugged to get me to follow her.

“Yes.”

The halls were dark for being mid-morning and sunny outside. The quiet of the three-story hospital was something I had never heard before. The place looked abandoned with papers and equipment scattered along the long corridors. The light flickering above me drew my attention. Hanging down by the hinges, I watched a drop of blood drip from the casing.

“What happened here?” I asked without taking my eyes off the ceiling.

“A man went crazy. He leaped up in the air, grabbed on to it, and pulled it down. I didn’t notice at first, but I saw it after he did it again.” She froze and was clearly lost in whatever flashback she was in.

“See what?”

“The bite marks. He was missing part of his hand. I didn’t see it until he went in for a second bite. He ripped the meaty part here,” she said and held up her hand grabbing the thicker part below the thumb, “and ripped it off like it was nothing. I waited for him to spit it out, but he didn’t. He chewed it up and swallowed it. He swallowed part of himself.” Her voice rose as she talked and I saw her start to become hysterical again. I placed a hand on her to ground her a little.

“I saw something like that on my way here. A woman bit her own arm. I think she would have swallowed it too if I wouldn’t have made a sound. She spit it out and came after me.”

“So, he wasn’t the only one? What is going on?”

“I don’t know yet, but it isn’t good.”

“Was her skin falling off?”

“It might have been, but she was dragging herself across the highway and chunks of her left a trail along the way. I did see blisters on her face though. Some looked like they had split open and she had a milky white puss leaking from them. I wasn’t sure at first if it was from whatever made her sick or from burning herself on the asphalt.”

“You better come with me fast. I think it was whatever they have. I have seen the blisters break open and the same thing came out of them.”

We went up to the third floor and I wasn’t prepared for what waited on the other side of the door. The calm from earlier was gone. Screams rang out in all directions as nurses and the few doctors still there ran to try and get to them all.

Lights flickered making the eeriness of that heighten. Everything in me said to turn and run from that place, but the doctor side kicked in and I knew I had to try and help them. I wasn’t holding out much hope. From what I had seen, it went fast, and it was unlike anything I had seen before.

“Dr. Hammond, can you come here?” one of the older doctors, Matt Warner, asked peeking from around the corner.

“Yes.”

I ran to him and as I got into the room, I felt what little hope I had been holding onto leave. There on the gurney was Tim Johnson. I went to school with him and he was in the best shape of anyone I knew. Being over six foot with nothing but solid muscle from years of sports and working out, he was the heathiest person I had ever met. Never once missing school for a cold or the flu when the rest of us did, it was hard to see him lying there looking the way he did.

“Tim?” I asked making my way closer to him.

“Don’t get much closer. When this one turns, he will be hard to stop.”

“Turn?”

“The fever seems to speed up the infection and once it hits the brain, there is nothing we can do. I called you in here because I want to see how long it takes for him to get to that stage. If he takes longer, then it gives me something to go on.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Well, I guess at this point, I’m not sure any of us have a chance of beating it.”

“We have to try Matt. It’s what we signed up to do. But you said turn. This isn’t a movie and you sound like we are dealing with zombies.”

“Jake, you are so young and naive yet. We can’t fix everything. Watch him. Zombies aren’t real but whatever this is, it isn’t good.” He shook his finger at me as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I walked over to Tim and looked down. Sweat dripped off him in steady streams and little patches of boils had already formed on his face and hands. I thought maybe that was how it was being transmitted. I went to the cabinet and pulled out blankets to cover him with. Snapping the blue neoprene gloves on my hands, I made my way closer to him. I had a pair of small scissors in my pocket and used them to cut slits for his eyes and breathing tube. Reaching over to make sure it covered him completely, I was standing to walk around his bed when it happened.

His hand reached from under the blanket and grabbed me by the coat. I tried to break free, but his strength was greater than mine. Still having the gloves on, I tried to pry his grip from me. It tightened and I heard his fingers snap under the force. Blood trickled out of the wound by his knuckle. He didn’t seem to notice or feel pain as he pulled me in closer.

There were only a few inches between my face and his. His hot breath hit me, and I tried not to inhale, but I had to when my lungs began to burn. The smell coming from him was a mix of sauerkraut and rotting meat. Turning my head to avoid him as long as I could, I closed my eyes when I felt his teeth graze my cheek.

Letting out a low rumble, I felt drops of spit hit my face. Fighting still to get away, I wasn’t winning. I knew it was the end for me. I was going to die right there in that room by the hand of an old friend.

Thud.

I looked up as my coat was dropped and I stumbled backwards. Marissa stood there with a metal tray in her hand and Tim was still in his bed.

CHAPTER TWO

Cammy

I crouched behind the old oak tree in Mrs. Warner’s backyard. I could still hear the sirens wailing in the distance. It hadn’t been that long ago when they came through our neighborhood, for the second time, a voice wailing through a speaker. “Stay inside. Avoid contact with others. If you or your family are infected, place a sheet on your door and assistance will come to you when available.” It had all been bullshit, though. They didn’t understand what it was like. They didn’t have to sit there and watch the people they loved go through the insanity of whatever this was. How could they expect me to stay in that house?

With a quick scan of the area, I saw my opening. I hurried from my hiding spot; the feel of the soft grass of the old woman’s freshly mowed lawn tickling my feet. I hadn’t had a chance to grab my shoes. I wish I had. With the smell emanating from my brother’s ravaged body, and the way dad lurched from his easy chair, I couldn’t take the chance. The sight of the ooze running from the sores on his face will haunt me. The way my brother Keith had gnawed at his own flesh would give me nightmares. What I’d had to do to escape the only home I’d ever known may fuck with me more.

As I ran, I tried to decide where I should go. I didn’t know who was left in the neighborhood, if anyone was. The screaming, the wails of pain, they had all finally quieted. Honestly, I didn’t know if I preferred the pandemonium or the eerie quiet I was now engulfed in. Both made me wish I’d never woken up this morning.

“Camilla Jolene! What are you doing out of your house?”

I froze in my tracks. It doesn’t matter how old you are, when one of the people you’ve known all your life calls your name in such a way, you listen. Slowly, I turned to see my ex-babysitter, Norene, peering out her front door, her blue eyes hard as steel and her posture telling me she’d come after me if I ignored her tone of voice.

Hoping I wasn’t making a mistake, I rushed toward her door, my eyes immediately scanning her windows for movement. In the past couple of years, long after she stopped looking after me and my brother, Norene married her second husband. I knew he should be in the house somewhere. I just had no idea where.

“Didn’t you hear the instructions from the deputies? Why would you risk being out?” she asked as she moved from her door and ushered me inside. Immediately, the smell turned my stomach. Something wasn’t right.

“Dad and Keith,” I started then shivered at the thoughts in my head. “They’re…they’re gone.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

I felt her hand touch my shoulder and winced. Pulling away quickly, I look back in time to see both the hurt in her face and the patch of open sores on her hand. Her eyes followed my own gaze, bringing a heavy sigh from the now frail woman. I caught myself wishing Norene was still the strong, sassy woman I remembered from when I was ten. Instead, time had marched its way across her body, leaving spider veins, dark circles under her eyes, and grey in her hair. If life hadn’t moved on, maybe she would stand a chance. I know already what the outcome will be.

“Find somewhere safe. Do you hear me, Cammy! Go to the hospital. I talked to Jake earlier today. That’s where he’s going. They need him there, but he’ll take care of you. You know how smart that grandson of mine is.”

I tried to find the right words to say to her. I didn’t have the chance to offer any kind of goodbyes to Dad or Keith. It wouldn’t feel right to walk away from her and do the same. “I’ll send someone, Norene. I’ll tell Jake what’s going on. He’ll make sure they treat you.”

She reached forward but noticed the way I shrank back from her touch. “You can’t tell him. He’ll just worry. He needs to keep himself together. Just get to him, Cammy. The two of you grew up together. He can trust you.”

I felt tears threatening to take over. There’s no time for that though. Instead, I nodded my head slowly, then moved back toward the front door. I wanted to run but couldn’t seem to make myself move away from her like she was some monster waiting to tear into me the way Keith did Dad.

“Here, you can take my car. It’ll be safer for you. You don’t know how many people out there are sick. The news people say whatever this is, it’s spreading fast. The CDC is working on it though. I’m sure they’ll have it figured out soon enough.”

I caught the keys she tossed at me and wondered if that had been a mistake. Before things inside the house went insane, I watched the news; I listened to them try and explain about avoiding exposure. I did all those things. I thought Keith did too, but, in the end, it did no good. He still broke out in the sores that leaked infection and the stomach-turning stench. He tore at his own body while whatever the virus is ate away at his flesh like it was its own personal buffet. Within hours, he wasn’t my brother anymore. He was some animal, gnawing at his own body, screaming with a primal rage. Then he went after Dad, which showed me firsthand how easy this thing could spread.

“Thank you, Norene.” Why does saying goodbye have to be so hard? “Take care of yourself, please,” I finished then turn for the car sitting in her driveway. By the time I’m inside, latching my seatbelt, she’s back inside, in the window, digging at the boils on her hand. I needed to leave in the worst way. I cranked the car, hearing the tires spin as I raced off toward the edge of town and the hospital where I hoped help would be waiting.

* * *

The chaos on the streets was nothing compared to that of the hospital parking lot. Cars were sitting, still idling, no one near them. Others were parked haphazardly, like the drivers had given up on whatever they were doing and ran off into the madness unleashed on our town.

Getting as close to the front entrance as possible, I put the car in park, then climbed out. I didn’t know whether stepping through the doors of the hospital was the smartest decision; there were sick people inside, possibly several dealing with the virus. Still, I knew if anyone had an idea of what any of us should do, it would be Jake.

The screech of the automatic entry door made me jump back as my heart leaped into my throat. “It’s just the door, Cammy,” I told myself needing to hear my own voice to avoid the silence. Using my shirt to cover my nose and mouth, I stepped through the waiting door in hopes of finding someone who knew what was going on.

I’ve always hated utter silence. Back in high school, I played music while doing my homework. In college, I stayed in the common room during most of the evening. The hospital normally bustled with nurses, doctors, and visitors. The complete abandonment felt like something out of a horror movie.

A shriek tore through the silence, echoing down the halls. I fell to my knees, covering my head, while I whispered a silent prayer in my mind. I closed my eyes tight, hoping if there were people like my dad and brother in here, they can’t move about the hospital freely.

“Have you heard back from the CDC yet? They said they would be in touch within the hour.”

Hearing a normal voice attempting to speak over the yelling, I looked up to see a woman in a nurse’s uniform speaking to someone on the phone. Immediately, relief flooded me. No matter what happened from this point on, I knew there were others here and I wasn’t alone. Feeling a new wave of adrenaline take me, I hurried down the hall, my legs instantly taking off at a run.

“Hello. Hello, can you help me?” I called out as I tightened the gap between me and the nurse up ahead.

I watched as she turned toward me, a surgical mask covering her face. “Are you infected?” she asked instantly as she took a step back from me.

“No, not that I know of.”

“You shouldn’t be in here, then. There is a contagion. The virus is spreading at an alarming rate.”

“I didn’t know where else to go. I came to find Dr. Jake Hammond. Is he here?”

I saw her posture change. Her shoulders slumped and a muffled sigh escaped her lips. “He’s here, but…”

The sound of her voice sent a wave of dread through me. Not Jake too. Please. I can’t take another one of the people I care about falling at the hands of this damn thing. “Where is he? Jake?” I called out, letting my voice carry down the hallway. “Jake!” I yelled, tired of waiting for answers.

“He’s in the room at the end of the hallway,” she finally answered, a cut in her voice no one could deny. “You move through here at your own risk. We aren’t responsible for anything you may contract,” I heard her snap as she tossed one of the masks toward me.

I grabbed the mask, using it to cover my mouth and nose properly, as I kept moving down the hallway. I could hear raised voices in the distance. I opened my mouth to call out for Jake again when movement to my right caught my eye. The man moving toward me didn’t seem to be a threat at first, then I noticed the oozing sores on the side of his neck. I looked down, seeing his leg visible from beneath his hospital gown. Half of his calf was gone, obviously being eaten by the virus.

“Stay back,” I told him as I tried to move past the room he was stepping out of.

“Help me.”

I turned, wanting to avoid being touched again by someone with the virus. Instead of moving away, I found myself rushing forward against someone else I hadn’t realized was there. Feeling their hands grip my arms, I screamed, realizing just how big of a mistake coming here had actually been. I struggled, feeling fingers dig into my arms as I did. If this was truly the end, I wasn’t going down without a fight.

CHAPTER THREE

Jake

I saw a piece of paper laying on the ground in the room they shoved me in and bent down to pick it up. Turning it over, I read it.

You’ve likely heard about the unknown virus that is spreading in the news. While the immediate health risk remains low to Americans and there isn’t a vaccine yet, there are still ways that you can help prevent the spread of this virus.

To prevent the spread of this illness or other illnesses, including the flu:

• Wash your hands often with soap and water,

• Cover your mouth and nose when you cough or sneeze,

• Stay home when you’re sick, and

• See your doctor if you think you’re ill.

Visit The Centers for Disease Control website for more information on the virus, including what you should know about symptoms, treatments, testing, and other frequently asked questions.

Sincerely,

The HealthCare.gov Team

I looked at the date and saw it was sent five days ago. Five days was all it took for the town I had lived in my whole life to be consumed by whatever this was. Five days to change families forever. Five days and everyone who was first infected was already dead.

My stomach dropped and I vomited all over the floor. Reaching up to see if I had a fever, it was impossible to tell with how cold and clammy my hands were. I walked over to the station in the room and dug in the top drawer for the ear scanner.

98.6

No fever. I moved to the bed to grab my coat. Looking it over, I tossed it in the bin with the hazmat symbol. It was covered in the puss from Tim’s hands. I would have to find another coat to put on and since most of the staff had bolted hours ago, I was sure I could find one easily.

I wasn’t going to stand on the sidelines no matter what and if they thought I would because I was grabbed, none of them knew me at all. In my short-sleeved scrubs, I felt exposed to whatever was out there. I put on a new pair of gloves to at least protect my hands. They weren’t sure how this virus was spreading, but they were pretty sure it was by contact. If I could keep them off my skin, I might have a chance to make it out of here alive.

I opened the door slowly and looked down the hall. I heard screams and panic the second the door was cracked. It sounded louder than before I was shoved in the room by Matt, and that only meant more patients.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling? You really should be lying down,” Marissa said walking toward me without taking a breath.

“I’m fine. He never touched me.”

“Really? ‘Cause I was sure his hands were on you. Maybe you should wait it out and see if things change. What if you have it now?”

“I promise you, I don’t. My skin never touched his. Look at this. Have you seen this before?”

I handed her the paper with the warning from the government on it.

“No.” Her nose wrinkled under the mask making it move up her face. She flipped the paper over and over as if it would tell her something different if she did it enough.

“I didn’t see it either, but it was sent five days ago. This is spreading faster than they thought.”

“That isn’t all. At first, it seemed to only hit the old, young, or companied. Obviously with Tim, it is hitting all of us now. But there is something even stranger. Come on. Explaining it won’t work. You have to see it yourself.”

I followed her to the lower level of the hospital just past the emergency department. I looked outside as we moved past the front glass doors and my heart hurt. I saw bodies littering the entrance to the patient drop-off. Ones that tried to reach us for help but couldn’t make it inside.

“What is that smell?” I covered my face with my hand and tried to breathe through my mouth. It didn’t help and I could taste it.

“The dead are decaying faster than normal and with nobody to get the corpses out and the air conditioning out, they are starting to smell pretty bad.”

“Pretty bad? That is not how I would put it. It is worse than a garbage dump and roadkill on a hot summer day.” The sour, vile smell penetrated everything, and I fought back the urge to throw up. Marissa would have seen it as a sign I was infected and quarantine me for no reason.

“Come on. It’s down here.”

I followed her down the dark hallway to the end before she stopped at the last door on the right. I watched her hand shake as she reached for the knob and slowly turned it. My heart raced in my chest, drowning out the silence with the constant ‘whomp, whomp.’

The door screamed in protest as she swung it open. She backed up and locked eyes with me.

“After you and be careful.”

“Of what?”

“You’ll see.”

Looking around, I couldn’t spot a thing until I looked in the far back corner under the window.

“What is that?” I asked and spun on her.

“It was a cat at one time.”

“A cat?”

“Yes.”

“Is it dead?”

“I think so. I haven’t heard it move around in here for a little while now,” she said and hung her head. As hard as it was for her to see the people going through that, it had to be killing her to see an animal with it.

I moved slowly in case it wasn’t dead and made sure I had a clear way out if I needed it. The little grey cat was sprawled out across the hard floor and it wasn’t moving. The fur was matted and wet in places. It wasn’t with water though; the thing was covered in blood. Looking closer, I saw it was missing a front paw. The bone of the leg protruded out of the empty space where it should have been. Pussy pink fluid oozed from the open wound and pooled on the floor. Its tail was missing and so was a chunk of the back leg. None of that was as bad as what I found on it next.

It had been a male cat and in its mouth lay its testicles. Mangled, ripped, and chewed up. The cat died choking on itself. White foam was drying on the mouth and the eyes that had been budging out were starting to sink in.

Marissa turned to walk out of the room before I saw her crying. I moved closer and poked the thing with my pen. It didn’t move.

“Poor cat.”

I heard Marissa outside talking to someone and my attention turned to that.

When I heard the screams I froze. I knew that voice, it was Cammy. The little girl my Grandma used to babysit. I raced to the hallway and saw the man blocking her from where I was and leaped without thinking.

Laying on top of him while his bloody, puss filled arms tried to reach around and get me, I fought to keep him from reaching her.

I wasn’t sure how smart my heroic move was, but she was a child and I had to defend her.

CHAPTER FOUR

Cammy

Seeing that Jake had taken down the man who’d tried to attack me, I knew he needed my help. Jake had always looked out for me. He and the other guys in the neighborhood always saw me as Keith’s kid sister. The last time I ran into him, he didn’t act any different. He didn’t care that I did two years in community college or that I was no longer the kid they used to threaten bullies to leave alone. It wasn’t the time to try and explain that either. It was time to help the guy who’d always looked out for me.

I watched the man struggle to reach Jake. The pus and oozing liquid seeping from his hands was smearing on the floor. Jake wasn’t wearing a hazmat suit or the protection the others were. I wasn’t sure about how the virus passed, but I had seen enough to know touch was a bad thing. Not having any other choice, I looked around quickly and tried to find something I could use as a weapon of some sort. My eyes locked onto a computer monitor sitting behind the nurse’s station. I didn’t think. Instead, I threw myself over the counter and dragged the cord free from the wall.

I wheeled around, holding the monitor over my head. “Jake move, NOW!” The instant Jake pulled himself off the man on the floor, I tossed the monitor, watching as it connected to his head, splashing blood, thick greyish brain matter, and chunks of bone and hair all over me.

“Cammy, freeze!”

I hadn’t thought the move through. My first instinct had been to protect my friend. Had I caused myself to contract whatever the hell was tearing through our town? Would I turn into the ravenous mess my father and brother had?

“What do I do?” I asked, trying to fend off the panic attack I could feel creeping its way up on me. I took deep breaths, hoping I wouldn’t freak and pass out in the yucky stew of brain juice I’d left in the floor.

“We need to get her decontaminated.” The nurse I’d been talking to spoke up. “I don’t see anything on her skin yet, but we don’t have time to wait.”

“Cammy. Don’t touch your face. Stay away from the blood and fluids. Move slowly to your right so we can get you down the hall, okay?”

I looked up at Jake seeing the concern in his warm, brown eyes. I didn’t have any words; instead, I did as he said and slowly began navigating the spreading infection spilling from what was left of my attacker’s head.

I slipped into autopilot. The blood smeared walls, the pained patients crying out for help, they were all vaguely there in the back of my mind, but all I could think about was myself. Sure, it was selfish as hell, but I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to give up.

“I’m going to suit up and help you, alright?”

The sound of Jake’s voice penetrated my spaced mind, pulling me from the deep recesses where I’d slipped, thinking about the pain and the flesh-eating sentence I’d given myself. I nodded my head in answer then followed him as he stepped into a room with plastic surrounding it. “What is this?” I asked feeling myself start to tremble.

“This is the quarantine area we set up. Don’t expect it to be perfect, we didn’t have much time. We do have a decontamination shower though. Marissa and Matt will wash us down since both of us came into contact with him.”

I looked around at them then made myself register what he was saying. Contact. At home, Keith went crazy and attacked my dad, but Dad had already started breaking out with the sores before Keith reacted that way. What if this thing didn’t need touch to spread? We may all have already been infected.

“Strip your clothes. They’ll go to an incinerator.”

I pulled off my shirt, then slipped off my shorts. Standing there in my bra and panties, I suddenly felt completely exposed. I didn’t like it. “All of it?”

“Yeah,” Jake answered as he started pulling off everything he was wearing. I knew I didn’t have any other choice when I saw his boxers hit the floor. “Once we’re inside the shower, I need you to look me over, any of the places I can’t see for myself, and make sure you don’t see any boils or sores. Anything out of the ordinary, point it out. Don’t freak out, but I’ll be doing the same with you.”

“Alright,” I agreed as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor, followed by my panties. I waited until Jake moved through the maze of hanging plastic then followed after him.

“Jake, I’m taking the clothes to the incinerator. Marissa will be out here,” I hear a voice call out from behind us.

“Matt, be careful out there. The patients are hitting the madness stage,” Jake instructed the man behind the voice. “Marissa, start the showers.”

I wanted to shrink away. I didn’t want Jake’s eyes rolling over me like I was some kind of specimen instead of a human. It was the nature of the beast though. I sucked it up, held up my arms, and turned slowly in a circle to allow him to inspect every portion of my body. When I finished, he gave me the thumbs up, then followed my lead, taking the same position. I caught myself praying he wouldn’t be infected. I also found myself turning beet red at the idea of looking at him.

“Don’t think about it, Cammy. I need you to help me with this, okay?”

I breathed heavily, then moved closer so I could see him better. Each freckle sent a wave of panic through me at the possibility he might have been infected. When my examination ended, and he was in the clear, I felt tears stinging my eyes.

“Hey, you’re fine. Calm down. Disinfect yourself so we can get you in a pair of scrubs. The AC went out a few hours ago, you don’t want to linger in this heat.”

Enough was enough. It was time I pulled myself together. I grabbed the bottle he offered me and got busy trying to save myself from falling prey to the pandemic.

“Let me know when to hose you down.”

Hearing the nurse they’d called Marissa call out to us, I glanced up at Jake just in time to see him shrug his shoulders before a spray of water powered into me, nearly knocking me against the wall. The only thing I could think while feeling my skin being scalded was what fresh hell had I gotten myself into by listening to Norene.

* * *

Dressed in a fresh set of scrubs and a pair of paper booties on my feet, I sat on a clean gurney watching as Jake and Marissa nervously paced the room labeled ‘isolation.’ After the scrub down, I’d told them about my dad and brother. Marissa didn’t seem too shocked at the possibility of the virus being airborne. Jake, on the other hand, was clearly attempting to wrap his mind around the fact our world had been fucked up and there was nothing we could do about it.

“I wonder how the man in 108 became infected. We’d tried to keep him away from everyone. Airborne answers so many questions,” Marissa explained as she stopped walking and stared at the door. “Shouldn’t Matt be back by now?”

Both Jake and I looked her way. I hadn’t thought too much about the other man who’d been with us not returning. I didn’t know for sure how far away the incinerator was, so I had no idea on the timing. “Should we go look for him?”

“No, the two of you were just decontaminated. I should go,” Marissa spoke up, clearly scared about the prospect.

“I’ll go with you,” Jake insisted. “I don’t like the idea of you out there by yourself. I can always decontaminate again if need be.”

“We’ll all go.” I slid off the gurney and pulled up the slightly oversized scrubs to keep them from falling off my ass. “I’m not staying here alone.”

I half expected a bit of argument, but there was none. Instead, Jake took the lead, and Marissa and I fell in line behind him as he moved slowly down the hallway, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

“Do you notice the screams have stopped?”

I didn’t want to think about what Marissa’s revelation meant. I saw what happened back at the house when Keith stopped screaming. He started eating his own skin.

“Try not to think about it,” I told her and took her hand to help her keep moving. The sound of our gloves meshing echoed in the newfound silence. “How far is the incinerator?” I questioned.

“It’s in the basement, near the morgue.”

“Great,” I mumbled as Jake came to a full stop in front of us. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to go. Just turn and head for the main doors. Now.”

I stepped toward him, moving to his side so I could see what was happening. In front of the door marked ‘basement,’ I saw a woman in a hospital gown. She was on her knees, showing her exposed legs and backside. One ass cheek was gone, obviously devoured by the flesh-eating virus she’d contracted. The sores on her arms were busted open, spewing pus and bile onto the floor. Beneath her on the floor was the man who’d been with Jake when I first saw him. I could see his legs kicking while she tore into the flesh on his face. With each bite, I saw the way his skin pulled away from the bone like putty.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered as I threw my hands over my mouth to keep myself from throwing up.

“We can’t stay here,” Marissa insisted from behind us. “Jake’s right. We need to go.”

I didn’t have it in me to tell her about the mess outside, but she was right. Being inside the hospital was far more dangerous. At least out in the open, we would be free of the infected already to the point of madness.

“Marissa, as we pass the quarantine room grab the gloves, masks, and scrubs. Cammy help her. Carry whatever you can.”

“I have Norene’s car out front, but the keys are in my pocket,” I told him as I pointed to the bag of clothes lying beside Matt’s body.

“Mine is out front. We aren’t taking on another infected right now,” he said as he turned, ushering us back toward the quarantine room.

At the quarantine room, both Marissa and I rushed inside grabbing the supplies Jake told us to grab. He hurried across the room to a few cabinets and was quickly grabbing bottles of medication and other supplies. He threw them in a bag, turning to let us put the things we were gathering in as well.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

I nodded in agreement with him, as Marissa and I hurried out of the room. The front door was in sight. We could make it. We had a chance. I felt Jake as he moved up beside me. I glanced up at him, thankful I was with someone I knew, when I heard Marissa scream out in pain as she fell to the floor.

“Marissa!” Jake rushed to her then stopped mid-move. “She’s infected,” he sighed.

I stepped over beside him, seeing the spot on Marissa’s leg where her skin was rotting away like an unseen creature was tearing it away.

“Go, Jake. Go!” the woman cried out as she held to her leg. “You know I’m contagious. Get away from me.”

“I can’t.”

I leaned down, taking Jake by his hand. “We have to. If we stay, we’re sick. No question. Let’s go, Jake.”

I saw the pain in his eyes but knew he would do the smart thing. He got to his feet and looked down at Marissa one last time. “Get into a room. Stay away from the others,” he instructed her as his grip tightened and he pulled me out into the parking lot.

CHAPTER FIVE

Jake

“Oh my god,” I mumbled. Driving away from the hospital and my friends was horrible. Seeing what was in our path outside the door was unbearable.

Not even fully out of the parking lot, the bodies that sprawled across the ground, half gone, rotten and spewing a thick white foam, covered almost all the black top. Most were facing the entrance to the ER and I knew they’d tried to make it inside but couldn’t. I tried not to think of what it would have been like inside if they would have made it. There were hundreds on the ground and at least that many inside. We wouldn’t have made it out of there without ending up like them.

But had we really made it out?

If what we thought was true – that it was airborne – we were already infected, and it was a matter of time before it took us out like it had the rest of the town.

Without knowing how far it had spread already, I wasn’t sure what direction to send us in. I knew we couldn’t stay there though. It wasn’t safe. I also knew it had spread to other places and by now, it could have spread around the world.

The joys of modern transportation. Get there as fast as you can. It was one thing that could destroy us all. By the time they knew it spread as quickly as it had, people who were exposed were on their way to wherever it was they were going, bringing that with them.

I turned to face Cammy as I made a right hand turn out of the parking lot. It was the way out of town and, smart or not, it was where I was heading. There wasn’t anything left for us here. Her family was gone and, even though she didn’t say it, I knew when my grandma sent her to me and didn’t come too, my family had it.

She’d grown up and I was seeing it for the first time. I knew she was scared, but she was fighting it off the best she could; I was proud of her for that.

“Jake,” she screamed, making me jump and jerk the wheel.

“What?”

“Look.”

I turned my head in the direction she pointed and fought back the vomit.

The woman who owned the grocery store, Jane, was laying on top of her dead husband. At first I hadn’t seen her move, but then her head popped up. In her mouth hung what was left of her husband’s eye and a chunk of his flesh. Blood ran down her chin, landing on the ground. Mixing in with the white foam they all excreted, a pink blob of seafoam-looking-mess circled his head. She swallowed it after chewing the eye in half and dove in for more.

Her skin dripped off her arms where the boils had opened. Raw meat and muscle were exposed, but instead of healthy tissue, it was turning a greyish brown. It looked like meat that had been sitting out too long. Not moldy yet, but definitely not safe to eat.

She bent down and grabbed another chunk of her husband. When she came up to tear it off him, I noticed she was eating her own arm. Because that area had been infected and was already opened up and rotting, it didn’t take much for her to break the part she wanted free from the rest of her.

The part I still hadn’t understood was why they couldn’t feel the pain of eating themselves. Did that virus dull the senses to the point they felt nothing? If that was the case, it didn’t make sense to me that they screamed out in pain still at that stage of the disease. It wasn’t until after they stopped the cannibalism that the screaming stopped. The virus still seemed to eat at their bodies making the skin, muscle, and fat look like meat that had done through a grinder. Charred black skin circled around the open wounds spreading as the virus spread.

“Can we go, please?” Cammy begged. I heard her fight back the tears and for a moment, I felt the need to protect her.

“Yes, we can go.”

“Jake, is that going to happen to us? If this is airborne, we already have it, right? How long before it kills us or turns us into that?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. This happened so fast. Six days ago, we thought there was a spike in a flu bug. Five days ago, a memo was put out by the CDC. It doesn’t sound like they even know what it is or how to stop it. All we can do is keep fighting it and stay away from people who are infected.”

“That seems kinda lame.”

“I know, but it’s all I have right now. Marissa was fine a few hours ago and as far as I know, Matt never had it, and look at them. I’m not sure any of us stand a chance against this thing.”

“We have to.” She said it so soft I wasn’t sure it was meant for me to hear.

Not wanting to draw her attention to it, I kept my mouth shut as I watched a woman dragging herself across a driveway. Half her face had been consumed by the virus and the bone was all that was left. Her nose was nothing more than the empty cavity where the cartilage used to be. Patches of hair were ripped from her skull and in her left hand, she still carried strands of it.

The flesh on her fingers that was holding the long, brown locks of her hair peeled away from the bone like a carrot being used for garnish. Bone was exposed where the flesh and meat had been removed with the boils.

She stopped moving and looked at me. Our eyes locked, and I got ready to floor the car. I wasn’t sure how fast she could move; some seemed slower and others had accelerated speed. What I did know was I wasn’t putting Cammy in danger that she didn’t need to be in.

The woman didn’t move though. Instead, she began to rake her hands over her body tearing at the parts that were infected. She ran her hands over them again and again. Deep thick lines of crimson formed before the pus spilled out. She scraped at it with the hand missing the skin and when she had a nice glob of it, I watched in horror as she ate it. Smiling as it slid down her throat, I turned away when she went in for another handful.

“It smells out here,” Cammy said trying to cover her nose.

“I know. It was starting to get that way at the hospital too. You can try to breathe through your mouth. It might help a little. Hopefully, once we get farther out of town it won’t be so bad.”

“What if it’s worse? What if animals can get it too?”

She didn’t know about the cat, and I hadn’t had time to tell her after she was attacked and then I was. I had to shake my head to clear the sight of the poor thing choking on itself out of my mind.

“There was a cat at the hospital in the room I was in when you got there. He had it and was doing the same things the people are.”

“What about dogs? Can they get it?” As frantic as she sounded at the thought of it, I assumed she was worried about the shepherd she had.

“I don’t know. Until I found the cat, I didn’t know anything outside of us could get it. It has been the only one I have seen, so you know as much as I do.”

She let one stray tear fall before wiping her face, straightening up in the seat, and clearing her throat. She used to do the same thing when kids would pick on her when she was little. Cammy was tough as shit and I loved that about her.

Looking at her from the corner of my eye, I saw how grown up she had become and was sad I never thought of her as more than the kid my nana watched. I was older than her, but only by five years. That was nothing now that we were adults. I felt like I had let her down and I wasn’t sure how to even protect her from this thing I didn’t even understand.

“Look out!” she screamed bringing my attention to what she was pointing at.

There was a body in the middle of the road, and I was lined up and going too fast to avoid it.

Thud.

The car ran over the corpse and dragged it along until it stopped.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Yes.” She was shaking but didn’t look hurt.

“Stay here,” I ordered her.

“Don’t go out there, and stop pointing your finger at me.” She swatted my hand to get it out of her face and I waved her off.

“I have to make sure it didn’t do damage to the car. I will be right back.”

“Jake,” I heard her say as I shut the door behind me.

Looking at the front of the car, there was a small dent on the fender from the body being hit and half of it flinging up. Blood splattered the grill and tires, but nothing looked damaged. Making sure my gloves were good, I grabbed on to the legs of the man and started to drag him from under the car. I slipped and fell backwards, landing hard when one of his legs came off in my hand.

I turned to the side and threw up as I let go of the leg. The virus had spread so far into him that parts were falling off at the bone.

I heard a noise behind me and when I looked up, I saw another man moving closer to where we were.

“Please help,” he begged as he limped closer. “Please.”

Even from as far away as he was, I could see the sores covering his body. Parts of his face were missing, leaving holes like swiss cheese, and a tooth flew out with his last call for help. Scrambling to get up, I ran back to the car. Opening the door to cries from Cammy to hurry, I shut and locked the door before putting the old Buick into drive and going.

As a doctor, it was hard to not help the man, but there was nothing I could do but try to save Cammy and myself.

CHAPTER SIX

Cammy

One of the best things about living in a small town was the countryside. It didn’t take long for Jake to leave the main streets, and the people littered on the asphalt, in exchange for more trees, gravel driveways, and less people. Less people meant less bodies. It meant less nightmare fuel. I wasn’t having to see people ripping at their own flesh everywhere I turned. For possibly an hour or so, I had been able to clear my vision of virus-stricken neighbors and random bystanders whose dripping flesh I would never forget.

“This place is just a shithole, Jake. Do you think the CDC or the government has a safe space anywhere? Surely, there’s something, right?”

I could tell by the look on his face he didn’t hold out much hope when it came to what I was asking. Honestly, I hadn’t either, but anything had been worth a shot at the time.

“It looks as if the power is still on,” he commented, sounded intrigued by the information as we passed a farmhouse. An open garage, vacant of any vehicles, still had an overhead light on as if the owners forgot about it in their rush to leave.

“Do you think that place may be abandoned? If it is, maybe we could hole up in there?”

I saw the look of concern on his face. I totally understood it too. Even if the people were gone from the house, if any of them had been infected, the house would be basically contaminated. Still, we hadn’t started sporting the pus riddled sores yet. Jake was constantly checking me for a fever, and neither of us had taken the notion to eat ourselves, so what could it hurt?

“A bit of rest may not be a bad thing. We have the supplies you and Marissa packed. We can slip on two of the hazmat suits.”

I looked at him and shook my head. “You can, Jake. You’re a doctor; you need to be extra careful. Most likely I’m already infected. I don’t see any real point in my suiting up.”

“Don’t say that! You haven’t shown any symptoms. You’re still in the clear for now. Before you go in, you’re putting on that suit.”

I didn’t want to argue with him. I knew in the end he would win. I had said it myself, he’s the doctor. One thing I don’t think he was realizing, though, was the possibility the ones who took whatever vehicles were in that garage and escaped could have left behind family members who were infected. I’d been in that situation. I knew how much it sucked. I also knew the real possibility that there could be a person in there, just waiting to take a bite out of one of us.

Jake pulled the old Buick into the garage. I don’t know what instinct I was running on, but my immediate response was to close the garage door. I saw the curiosity in his face and shrugged. “If infected are out there, and they see the car, they may come here for help,” I told him, then added under my breath, “or a meal.”

“Excellent point.”

“Jake,” I called out making him stop just short of opening the garage door that led into the cute, two-story farmhouse.

“Yeah?”

I pointed to a row of tools on the wall. Whoever the man was who’d lived in the house before all this insanity broke out was a stickler when it came to caring for his tools. Each one was hung neatly on the wall. They were polished, well cared for, and most importantly, for certain ones, they looked sharp.

“You want a weapon?” he questioned me.

Jake was a doctor. His job was, and always had been, taking care of others. He was good at it when I was a kid; he’s even better now. The idea of needing to protect himself, from what in reality was a person looking for relief from this insanity, didn’t sit well with him.

“I think it’s a smart idea. You saw how they were at the hospital. Once they get to a certain point, Jake, there’s nothing we can do except keep them from getting us.”

He looked to the wall of tools, then moved toward it slowly. Being at the home of a farmer, there were several items to choose from. In my mind, I wanted something easy to carry yet deadly enough to get me out of any situation. I grabbed a sickle off the wall, knowing the blade would come in beneficial if attacked. Jake, following my lead, grabbed an oversized ball-peen hammer, testing the weight of it before moving on from the wall toward the door.

“I’ll go first,” he spoke firmly. “We’ll go room to room and check the place over first.”

“Got it.”

“Cammy.”

I waited for him to finish what he was going to say, but he hesitated.

“If something happens to me like what happened with Marissa, you get the hell out of here, got me? If there’s someone in there and they’re infected and…” He paused as if contemplating how to finish the sentence. “Just, don’t wait around on me. If something happens, get yourself safe, understood?”

I nodded my head in answer. There wasn’t any use in arguing or telling him not to worry. I would. Without Jake, I wouldn’t have any idea where to go or what to do. My plan was to keep both of us alive for as long as possible.

Through the door leading from the garage into the kitchen was a small hallway. It held a shoe rack for work boots and a coat rack for when the weather got colder. It was a simple entrance before the room opened into a massive kitchen and dining room area. The table itself looked big enough to host a family of at least twelve. I hoped like hell there weren’t that many people living here.

I watched as Jake began opening cupboard doors. I didn’t understand why he thought that was a good idea, but I knew he’d seen more at the hospital that I had. I’m sure he had a reason. Instead of asking, I simply joined in, helping him make sure each nook and cranny of the kitchen was free of anything dangerous. When it was clear, we moved on to the living room, then the downstairs bathroom. The last room on the bottom level was a large sized office and it too had been clear of any issues, which left only the upstairs.

I stopped at the bottom of the beige carpeted stairs and stared upward. The entire farmhouse was so quaint, decorated like my mom would’ve liked before she passed away. It was cozy, not a lot of modern technology running rampant, but it just had to have a fucking upstairs.

Jake came and stood beside me then sighed heavily. He didn’t speak, just in case someone was up there. Instead, he gave me a look and pointed upward. I knew what it meant. It was time. I gripped my sickle, watching him twirl his hammer, and started the ascent.

On each side of the stairs were closed doors. Down the hall from us were two more. My best guess would be a three-bedroom top level with a large bathroom in the center. I couldn’t deny how the doors being closed sent chills down my spine. Did whoever left the house do it to keep their loved ones inside while they made their escape? I supposed it didn’t matter either way. Each room would need to be checked if Jake and I were going to have a chance at grabbing a little rest.

Together, the two of us started with the room on the right. The minute he opened the door my stomach dropped. I felt like I was going to be sick. Blood, pus, even bits of flesh littered the pretty pink carpeting. It even smeared the walls. I didn’t know what had happened in the room, but I could easily imagine. The next room wasn’t any better. Matter and bits of flesh now decorated the room, even hanging from the collection of superhero figurines on the bookshelf. In this room though, the bed was unmade and a dried pool of blood stained the Avenger’s sheet set.

I stood outside the door while Jake checked the master bath. I could see the blood and gore smeared on the mirror, all over the toilet, and even in the shower. The drain itself was clogged with mats of hair and chunks of pus covered skin. I wanted to puke but didn’t have the guts to step to the toilet and do it.

“One last room,” Jake told me. By that time all I could do was nod in answer.

The room at the end of the hallway gave us its own warning before we entered. The doorknob had chunks of flesh dried to it. It was a for sure indication something had happened in the room, but that it could have been days ago. With a shaking hand, Jake reached out, turning the knob and throwing the door open.

The smell that wafted toward us as the door swung open doubled us over. I could hear Jake retching and I could no longer hold down the vomit that spewed from my mouth. It had been the smell of death, the smell of rotting flesh, and the smell of whatever it was those boils on the infected produced. On the bed lay three bodies. You could see from the doorway arms, legs, even faces had rotted away from the attack of the virus. One was a little girl, still in a pink nightgown. The other, a boy, slightly bigger in jeans and what was left of a t-shirt. In the middle was a man wearing a pair of coveralls. We couldn’t make out his age due to the fact most of the flesh on his face was either gone or laying on the pillow beneath him. What we could ascertain though were the bullet holes.

“Someone shot them,” Jake was finally able to tell me.

I had figured that was what had happened when I saw the bodies, but I couldn’t have been sure. “The mom,” I told him then shook my head. “It makes sense. They were infected, maybe she wasn’t, and she put them out of their misery before taking off.”

“Most likely. She couldn’t stand seeing what the virus was doing to them.”

I closed my eyes, then swallowed hard. “The downstairs seems to be okay. I didn’t see any blood or signs of anything down there. Let’s leave them here and go back down. We can regroup.”

Jake nodded his head then stepped back, closing the door in front of us. He and I both knew we needed a break. We needed to think. We needed to plan. Even if it had to take place in a house of death. It was the only choice we had.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jake

Coming back down the steps, neither of us said a word. The stairs moaned under the weight of us, but it was the only sound in the house. Cammy wasn’t wrong for saying we should hole up there. At least we were out of the elements and away from the bigger infected population.

If the wife had shot them and fled with whoever was left, I knew she wasn’t coming back. The sight of them, the guilt of shooting them and walking away would have been enough to make anyone never come back. It made me never want to venture back up those steps again either, and I never knew them.

Seeing adults with it was one thing, but little kids, that was a whole new level of hurt. Poor babies who never had a chance at life, stripped of everything before it even started. That crushed me.

Cammy took my hand when we were almost at the bottom of the steps and I let her. None of that was natural and all of it had been hard to see. She kept her feelings to herself, not wanting to add to all that was going on, but she didn’t have a very good poker face and I saw the shock, horror, and sadness every time I looked at her. I felt it too, but we had to suppress it if we were going to have a chance at making it out of this shit alive.

“Cammy, there is a closet by the bathroom. See if you can find sheets or blankets. There are two couches in the living room, and I think that is our safest place. We can move them closer together for protection. I am going to move that hutch in the hallway to block the front door. That only leaves the garage door. One way in. One way out.”

“Not a bad idea. As long as they don’t trap us by only having one way.”

“We can’t let them.”

She didn’t say another word as she took off down the hall. I lost sight of her for a minute and it didn’t sit well with me. When she didn’t come back and I couldn’t hear her, I stopped moving shit and went to go check on her.

“Jake, help!” she screamed before I got to her.

Picking up my pace, I raced to the small bathroom and flung the door open farther. Cammy was standing in the small shower with her back pressed hard against the wall. Her sickle was in front of her, but she was shaking so bad, I wasn’t sure she would have been able to swing it.

I pushed harder on the door when it wouldn’t open.

“Hold it there, Jake.”

“Hold what?”

“The door. Don’t move the door.”

She climbed out of the shower, held her weapon out in front of her, and made her way closer to me. With jerky movements, she locked eyes with whatever she was stalking and whispered for me to close the door.

I wasn’t going to do it with her in there and me out in the hallway. Swinging my body around as I shut it, I got inside before she could argue. What we came face to face with was the last thing I expected to see.

Without thinking, we both went after it. She swung her sickle and I came down on the head with my hammer. Blood splattered and covered us both before we had a chance to back away.

Bringing my hammer down over and over, it only groaned and grunted. My hammer stuck in the top of the head and I had to push down with one hand and pull it out with the other. The skull caved at the weight of my body and the hammer came out bringing chunks of brain, pus, and shards of bone with it. Cammy cut it one last time and managed to slice the throat. The spray of blood from that last cut covered us both. Her more because she was closer, but we both had it dripping from us.

Gurgling, the poor thing finally collapsed and died.

Even in the dim light of the single naked bulb hanging in the middle of the room, I could see the blood hadn’t looked right. No longer red but a creamy pinkish grey, it was a new symptom we hadn’t seen before.

“Where did THAT come from?” Cammy asked pointing at what was left of our uninvited guest.

“I don’t know. We checked the whole house.”

“Jake, does this place have a basement?”

“I didn’t think so. Most old farmhouses didn’t, but I think we better make sure.”

“He was only a kid. He couldn’t have been older than thirteen. Why would she have left him behind and not taken care of him?”

“Maybe he got sick as they were leaving? I don’t really know, Cammy. What I do know is we have to find out how he got in here, and we need to get the blood and stuff off of you.”

“You too. You are covered worse than I am.”

I went to the sink and flicked on the water.

It worked.

“This is a good thing.” I couldn’t help but smile at the one thing that seemed to be in our favor after the last few days of this hell we had landed in. With a roof over our heads, and water, there wasn’t much more we needed for the moment.

“I will wash right after we check again.”

She was more shaken up by what had happened in that bathroom than the rest we had been through. I couldn’t say I blamed her. It was one thing to fight off an adult, it was another when it was a child. We had to push past that though if we were going to make it out. They were already gone by the time they became aggressive. It wasn’t a child she fought off; it was a virus.

We looked all over the lower half of the house and in the back room, in the closet, was a door that led to the crawlspace. The door was open and fresh tracks of dirt led from there to halfway across the room.

“You stay up here and shine this down for me, okay?”

“Why can’t I go with you?” she whined.

“Because I need you up here. Shine this down and stay put no matter what happens, got it?”

“I get it, but I don’t understand it.”

“Cam, I need you to keep an ear out for any sounds up here while I am in the hole. If we both go down there, we are exposed. I won’t be long. Quick sweep and I will be back up. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I hated leaving her up there alone, but I wasn’t sure what was down there and there wasn’t any reason to trap us both.

There were only three small steps leading to the dirt floor of the storm shelter. The smell was musty and wet, but I couldn’t smell any infection or rotting corpses like we had before.

“Shine the light down here more if you can,” I shouted up.

I heard the light clunk, clunk of her feet hitting the top step and spun around. I calmed down when I saw her sitting up there and not coming any further. She did shine the light better though and I was able to take a better look around.

Splat.

I landed hard on the ground. The sound of glass shattering broke the silence. I felt a shard slice into my leg before I was able to sit up.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I just tripped.”

“Over what?”

“Shine the light in the far corner to your left.”

As the light hit what caused my fall, I slowly dropped my hammer to the side.

“Cammy, come down here.”

She was at my side in no time and we both looked down at the jars of canned food at my feet.

“Is that food?”

“Yes. Help me grab a few jars. I didn’t see anything else down here. I’m not sure how the boy got down here, but we found this thanks to you and your demands to find the basement.”

We loaded up our arms with everything from fruit to pickles and carried our haul upstairs. We laid it out on the floor between the two couches I pushed together. Cammy headed to the kitchen and came back a few seconds later with two forks

“Open the apples first,” she said.

The ‘pop’ of the seal breaking and the sweet smell of cinnamon and apples made both our stomachs growl. I let her dig in the jar first and when she had fished out a big chunk of the treat, I did the same.

“Oh my god, this is so good,” she mumbled with her mouth full. Juice ran down her chin and when she brought her hand up to wipe it off, I saw all the blood and splatter from before.

“Stop. I know it’s good and we need to eat, but we are covered in infected blood and whatever else landed on us. Showers first and then we can finish eating.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. And stop touching your face.”

I was pissed at myself for not making her clean up already. If either of us touched the food with our hands, we could be speeding it up by eating any hint of the virus. Airborne made sense, but without knowing what or how that shit spread, we had to be extra careful.

“Fine. Will you come with me though? I don’t want to be alone.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cammy

Being able to hear Jake in the bathroom made me feel a lot better. The feel of the hot water helped wash away the memory of the boy. I never imagined I would come face to face with a kid infected with the virus. I’ve never been one to look at life with rose colored glasses, but the idea of kids…I didn’t like it one bit.

When I finished up, I reached out of the shower and grabbed the towel lying there. The minute my feet hit the floor Jake was there.

“I need to check. You were coated in infection.”

I swallowed hard, then nodded my head as I dropped the towel and stood there, nervously, as he once again inspected my body for sores. The first time he did it, I wasn’t as nervous. This time, I felt my heart pound in my chest at the idea of becoming like the others I’d seen. I didn’t want to be a hindrance to Jake. I didn’t want to try and kill him either.

“You’re good.”

I turned toward him as I wrapped the towel back around my body. “It’s your turn,” I insisted as I grabbed the clothes we’d gone upstairs and collected before deciding to clean up again.

He nodded. “I’m going to strip, then put my clothes in the bag with yours.”

“What will we do with them?”

“I’m going to tie it down then take it to the garage. That’s as far as I’m willing to go right now.”

He was right. We couldn’t go any farther. If we lifted the garage door, it would alert anyone who may be in the area, along with the infected who could still be wandering around. I watched while he dropped his scrubs, slid out of his top, then stuffed everything into the bag. I walked slowly behind him as he marched to the garage door in all his glory, then stopped short of opening the door.

“Do you hear anything?”

“No,” he sighed. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to face another infected.”

“The garage door is down. Hopefully nothing has gotten in there.”

Reluctantly, he smiled in agreement then opened the door. I waited with bated breath, but thankfully nothing came rushing toward us. Instead, he tossed the bag in the far corner, then hurried back in and closed the door behind him.

“See, that wasn’t hard,” I teased then let my eyes run over his body. “Dude, you’re starting to drip. Go get that craziness off you.”

I didn’t have the nerve to wait in the other room. Instead, I stood in the corner of the bathroom, slipping into my gloves and plastic booties Jake insisted I put on. I could hear how hard he was scrubbing his own body. I could understand it though. My own skin was still raw.

I heard the water shut off, then heard a faint, “Fuck.”

“Jake, what is it?” I asked, feeling my heart leap into my throat. Was he infected? My mind immediately imagined some unseen virus eating away at the flesh on his leg or arm.

“I have a cut. I don’t remember where I got it.”

I tried to remember where it could have come from. I didn’t see a cut on him when I inspected his body after he disinfected. Since then though, he’d pulled the guy free of the car, fought with the boy, and inspected the house. “What all did you pack in your bag?”

“Some antibiotics, bandages, stuff for wound care. Just the basics.”

“Okay, get out of the shower, let me check you over, then we’ll clean and bandage your cut to make sure you’re alright.” I had to speak up and take control of the situation. I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

I waited until he climbed out of the shower, then carefully looked him over. I fully admit, I paid closer attention. If there was more than the one cut, I wanted to know. No, I needed to know. When I saw nothing else, I couldn’t help but be slightly relieved.

“I’m going to dress first,” he told me as he quickly dried himself. I waited until he slipped into the clothes he had laid out then sat down on the toilet seat. “I can do it. You know, just in case it’s something you shouldn’t touch.”

Part of me wanted to argue, but this was Jake. He was the smartest person I knew. If he thought it was best for me not to touch the wound, there was no way in hell he would let me. Instead, I stood over him, watching as he pulled out what he needed to clean and set to work. On any other day, I wouldn’t think twice about what I saw. It was a simple cut. Barely broke the skin. Considering what we’d been through lately though, it could be some kind of fucked up death sentence for him.

“It’s not deep.” I wanted to give him a bit of clarity on what was going on. I could see the fear in his face as he worked.

“That’s a good thing. I don’t think it truly broke the skin, but I don’t know how contagious this virus is.”

“Now that we have a place to chill for a bit, maybe you could make a few calls. You said the CDC sent out information five days ago. Someone could still be waiting around to hear from people.”

“Or they may have figured out what this is. They could even be testing a cure.”

His words made me smile. I could only hope his random pondering could somehow turn out to be true. “I’ll hope on that one,” I sighed. “Now, let’s get you in here and get some food in you. It’ll make you stop worrying.”

The look he gave me sent a chill down my spine. It had been years since I’d seen Jake, but I still knew that look. Nothing I said or did was going to stop him from thinking he was infected. I could see his mind working behind his eyes. He was plotting and planning.

“Yeah, you need to eat something. I think I do too,” he finally said, getting to his feet. “Those apples have to go, though. We had blood on us when we opened them.”

“Dammit,” I mumbled as I fell in step behind him.

Making it to the living room, I collapsed on one of the sofas while Jake wiped down each of the cans of food with a disinfectant wipe. Once he finished, he carried the used wipes and opened cans to the kitchen garbage. I watched him drop them in then pull off his gloves and add those as well. Coming back to his sofa, he grabbed a fresh pair then opened a can of peaches. Instead of digging in like we were before, both of us nit-picked, our appetites gone at the prospect of him being infected.

I reached over, not able to wonder any longer, and felt his forehead. Cool as a cucumber. That was a good sign. There was no fever at least. “You’re going to be fine,” I told him, refusing to hear otherwise. “Now see if you can get ahold of anyone at the CDC.”

He smirked at me, which was always a good thing when it came to Jake, before pulling out his cell phone. I watched as he scrolled through his contacts, then slowly pushed the one he needed. Placing the phone to his ear, he waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, he pressed the button ending the call. “Nothing.”

I couldn’t help it, but I sighed heavily. Some part of me had wanted him to get an answer. The other part of me knew it wouldn’t happen though. “Maybe they’ll call back.”

“That’s always a possibility, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. If things got too bad, I’m sure the doctors and staff there decided to get home to their families. It’s what they did at our hospital. It’s the smart decision.”

Hearing him talk about people going to their families made me realize he hadn’t asked me about Norene. I knew how much she meant to him, but knowing something bad must be a bit too hard for him. Still, him and Norene both deserved acknowledgements. “You haven’t asked about Norene.”

“You showed up in her car without her. I just assumed she went mad like the others.”

“No, that’s not how it happened,” I told him as I pulled my knees up to my chest and cuddled back on the sofa. “I was running away from the house. I couldn’t stay there any longer. With Dad and Keith lying there, dead, it was just too much. I hid for a bit, waiting.”

“Why? Were the infected everywhere?”

“No. Deputy Raymond Lee was.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. He was still patrolling, calling over the car’s speaker and reading the statement about staying inside and all that. When he was gone and I could hear him a block or two over, I started moving again. That’s when I heard Norene. Camilla Jolene. You know that voice.”

“Most definitely.”

“She had the boils, Jake, but she hadn’t gone insane. I didn’t see the guy she married. I don’t know where he was, but she still had her mind to her. She’s the one that sent me to you. She told me where you were and that my best option of surviving was to get to you. She said you would know what to do.”

“That was a mistake. I have no idea.”

I laughed, then laughed harder at the look he gave me. “Do you seriously believe that? I would’ve died at that hospital if not for you. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to go on. I would have stayed right there, or maybe driven around in Norene’s car until one of the infected took a bite out of me or my exposure finally took me. You’re the reason I’m still going. She was right.”

I could see easily that he wasn’t wanting to hear what I was saying, but he couldn’t argue with me either. That was a good thing.

“By now, she’s gone.”

“Yeah, she is. It sucks. They’re all gone,” I told him then reached over and took his gloved hand. “But we’re not. You gotta remember that. You have a scratch. That doesn’t mean you should give up. I need you, Jake. I’m not up for doing this alone.” I said the words but had no idea if they would mean anything to him. We both knew what it could mean if he was infected. I could close my eyes and wake up to him attacking me. It was a chance I was willing to take though. “Get some rest, Jake. There’s no telling what we’ll face tomorrow.”

I laid down on the sofa, watching him as he did the same on his. I didn’t know why, but something inside me wanted me to be closer to him. If something came crashing through the garage door, I wanted to be near him so we could protect each other. I scooted over just a bit, then saw him lean away.

“Cammy, I don’t trust myself until I see what happens with this scratch.”

“I get that,” I told him then closed my eyes. “I guess it’s a good thing I trust you enough for both of us.”

CHAPTER NINE

Jake

I was floating outside of my body watching it all happen. Standing over Cammy, sweat dripped off my forehead and landed loudly in huge puddles on her ivory skin. Pus oozed out of the cut on my hand and saliva ran down my chin. A hunger sat in my gut that pulled so strong, nothing I did could have stopped what came next.

Bending down closer, I took in a deep breath of her hair and closed my eyes. Licking the side of her face, starting at her chin and going up to her ear, she tasted like the sweetest peach I had ever eaten.

My tooth grazed her by her lip as I licked again. Blood trickled slowly down her face and I needed to taste it. I licked her again and the metallic delicacy filled my tongue with joy. I needed more. One taste, one lick, it wasn’t enough.

With a grunt, I put my body on top of hers to pin her down.

That was when she woke up and screamed. It was music to my ears and my stomach talked back singing its own melody of hunger. Unable to fight it off anymore, I put my face on hers and bit. My teeth sunk into the side of her cheek like it was made of jello. Pulling it back, a thick chunk slowly separated from her and the blood, muscles, and flesh slowly ripped away from the bone.

I chewed it holding her gaze the whole time. When the first piece was in my belly, I went in for a better chunk.

Taking her tit in my mouth, I did the same thing. It wasn’t as soft as her face had been, but it tasted so much sweeter. I rolled the detached nipple around in my mouth as I chewed the rest. Her screams egged me on the whole time.

Pus began to ooze out of her fresh cut and mix with the blood pouring out. They landed on the off-white sofa in a pool of foamy pink bubbles. Looking back at her, I watched as her face melted and ran from the bone folding like a ribbon to the ground.

She sat up and began to bite me with her bare teeth, and I watched as pieces of me slid down her exposed throat.

“Jake, wake up,” she said over and over with pieces of me dangling from her mouth. “Jake, get up. You are having a nightmare.”

“Jake.”

“What?” I asked slowly, trying to get my bearings.

“You were having a bad dream. You were screaming and punching the air. Are you alright?”

“I think so. Are you?” I asked, remembering vividly what had happened. I grabbed her, pulling her into me, and started to look her over for any sign I had really hurt her.

“I’m fine. What was that all about?” she asked, ripping her arm out of my hand and sitting on the couch next to me.

“I got it and was coming after you.”

“Jesus, Jake. Well, you didn’t, and you look fine. A little sweaty, but you were fighting in your sleep. I don’t feel a fever.” She had her soft hand on my forehead, and I wanted her to leave it there forever.

She didn’t.

Once she was happy I wasn’t burning up, she put her hand back in her lap and sat a little further away on the same couch. Neither of us would say it, but it was only a matter of time before what I dreamt would become a reality. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to go first so I could make sure she was protected the whole time or if I wanted to go first in hopes she would make it alone until they found a cure – if they found a cure.

“It’s going to be alright.”

“Yeah,” I replied, but it was not convincing. Getting it was one thing, but if I went after her and I was the reason she was killed…I wasn’t sure how I would handle that.

“Look at it this way. If it did happen and you were the one that killed me, you wouldn’t remember it.”

I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but she wasn’t. I thought about my nana and all the other people I had known and how I hadn’t been able to do anything to save them. After my little brother got sick when he was four years old, all I wanted to do was be a doctor and help people. I was convinced I would make a difference and save lives in ways the doctors who took care of Johnathan couldn’t. I was going to do all I could to make sure a mom never had to lose her baby and hurt the way my mom had. If Jon would have been saved, my dad might not have left, and we could have had a happy home.

That was when Nana stepped in and took over. My mom couldn’t handle it for a long time, and I was only six when Jon died. She was the one who saved me back then and I had done nothing to save her from the horrible thing that was claiming everyone.

I wouldn’t let that happen to Cammy. I would fight for her with all that I had. She would make it even if I didn’t.

I tried to look at the cut on my hand in the dim light. I couldn’t see much, but she knew what I was trying to do and grabbed the flashlight to shine on me. I moved the bandage and it looked the same as it had when I wrapped it. I heard her let out her breath the same time I did.

“See,” she said and put her hand on mine, “you are going to be fine. We both are.”

I smiled at her and let her stay close. If I wasn’t getting worse, it was safe for a while.

Crash!

Glass shattered in the back bedroom and we both jumped.

“What was that?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Stay here.”

I pushed her back down and stood to make my way down the hall. Noises made their way around the room and circled back to where I stood. My heart was pounding so loud in my ears, it was hard to hear anything over it.

Boots hitting the wood floor echoed and made it impossible for me to hear where they were in the room. With the walls in there bare and the furniture all but gone, the sound had nothing to stop it from coming at me in every direction.

“Shit,” I heard a man say.

I slowly inched closer with my hammer gripped tightly in both hands. The way he was talking I was sure it wasn’t at the dangerous level of infected yet, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.

I peeked around the door frame and saw him rummaging through what little was left in the closet. There wasn’t much from what we had seen earlier, but our basement was there and with it, the food. I had to stop him before he found that. I wasn’t sure if he was alone or if there were others with him, but if he got out and brought more with him, Cammy and I would be outnumbered. That would be disastrous, and I wasn’t going to let that happen.

The floor muffled my steps like it knew I needed to sneak up on him and it was willing to help. I was right on top of him when he turned around and saw me. Frozen in place, we sized each other up.

“What do you want?” I demanded.

“I am looking for anything I can use. My brother, he has it.”

“Only him? What about you?”

“No. I’m clean.” He hid his hands from me as he said it and I instinctively reached for them so I could see.

“Really? That doesn’t look clean.”

Blackened skin, boils that looked ready to rupture, and the clear stream of fluid that leaked out before they ruptured told me he was hours away from the full effects of the virus.

“It’s nothing,” he said and jerked away from me.

“Get out, now.”

“No. I need stuff and if you have it, you are gonna give it to me.”

“I am not giving you anything. Leave.”

“Only way I am leavin’ is with shit or in a body bag.”

He took a fighting stance and held his fists out in front of him. He was going to fight me. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but I had to protect us and what little we had. He was infected and already a goner. We weren’t showing signs yet and I needed to keep it that way.

“GRRR!”

He lunged at me and I stumbled back. I wasn’t ready for him to jump like that and I knew I had to keep him from touching me. He had me cornered though and the only way out was to get past him. I was wishing for a weapon with a little longer reach at that point, but having only a hammer, I got ready to swing.

Boom.

The sound was so loud, my ears rang for a second. I realized it had been a gun I heard and immediately turned to see if I could feel any pain. When I couldn’t, I look back up and watched as the young man stumbled backward before crumbling to the floor.

I spun around and saw Cammy standing there with a shotgun in her shaking hands. She had shot him to save me and now what she did was hitting her.

“Cammy.” I ran closer to her, took the gun from her and led her out of the room. “Stay here. I need to make sure he is gone.”

Shaking, she leaned against the wall and didn’t move a muscle.

He was hunched over and the pinkish grey matter spilled from the hole she had put in his midsection. He was gone and while I was thankful for her help, I worried what the second kill she saw in a day was doing to her.

I closed off the room and picked her away from the wall. Taking her back to the living room, I sat her on the same sofa I had used and held her. The nightmare we were thrust in was only getting worse and there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop it. It wasn’t a bad dream that we would wake up from, and the world we knew wasn’t going to be there when the sun came up.

That was our new reality and it was horrible. The only ones we could count on were each other. We would stay in the house for the day to rest, but after that, we had to go. Country or not, it wasn’t safe here either, and if he told his people where he was going and he didn’t come back, it was guaranteed they would come looking for him.

We wouldn’t be there when they did.

CHAPTER TEN

Cammy

The guy in the flannel shirt and boots had been the second man I’d killed in twenty-four hours. I could tell by the way Jake had held on to me for so long that he was worried about how I was taking it. The weird thing about it was, I was alright. There was a bit of initial shock at first. I had been on autopilot when I saw the guy ready to fight with Jake. I’d left my sickle in the other room and didn’t think I had time to run back for it. Instead, I yanked open a closet door and sure enough, there was a shotgun. I’d used one before, so loading and pulling the trigger wasn’t the issue. The problem had been seeing the size of the hole I’d blown in the man’s stomach and the nastiness that oozed out.

I’d sat there by Jake for a bit. The visions were dancing in my mind like a fucked-up ballerina on the worst drugs in the world. Finally, they started to fade away and when they did, I had a newfound fury in me. That’s when we devised our new plan.

Jake was right; we couldn’t stay in the house. Sure, holing up somewhere was a smart idea, but not a place so exposed. Not to mention, we needed information. Someone else had to be out there. In all the messed-up books I’ve read in my life, and all the zombie movies I’ve watched, there was always someone who was immune. Most of the time someone survived. That’s what we needed to find. We needed to find those who were surviving.

“We’ll use the daylight to go through the house and find everything we can use. We’ll pack it in the trunk of the car. We’ll take the food, supplies, and there’s two more guns and lots of ammo. We’ll wipe this place clean and keep moving.”

“But where do we go?” he questioned me, then looked down at his hand like he was waiting for the inevitable.

“Enough of that shit, Jake. Let me check you for the boils again if you don’t believe me. That scratch didn’t come from an infected. You’ve hurt it in some other way. If not, you’d be showing symptoms by now. Use your head, Doctor.”

The look that crossed his face told me I’d hit a nerve. I didn’t know if what I was saying was true, but it was the only thing I had to go on. I needed him to function. I needed him present in all this. I just needed him, one way or the other. He was the only thing I knew in the crazy world we were stuck in and I wasn’t going to let go of that easily.

“Fine,” he agreed. “But we need a plan. A solid plan. I can’t just take you out there with no idea where we are going.”

This would work. He was using his head. If I kept him thinking, Jake would be fine. That’s where he’d always been his best. “I’m not sure. Do you think the CDC is an option? I know they didn’t answer your call, but does that mean they’re gone?”

“Most likely. At least at the one nearest us. They have bigger facilities where others may be working. We could call around to hospitals and things in the area.”

“The National Guard?”

I watched as his eyes widened and a smile lit his face. “Cammy, that’s it. You’re brilliant. There’s a National Guard Armory at the edge of town. If anyone is still around, I’m sure they would’ve gone there. It’s honestly their best option.”

“Great, now we have the plan you say we need. Let’s pack this shit up and move.”

“Not yet.” His words stopped me dead in my tracks and I turned to look at him. I could see his big brain was still working. “We can load up, but I think we should wait until nightfall to move out. If we go in the daylight, people like him,” he said glancing toward the other closed room in the house, “will see us easier. We could put a target on our backs. I think we should wait.”

That was the downside of making Jake think too much. He came up with good points you really didn’t want to face. The idea of more infected out there sent shivers down my spine. They could try to take the car, all our supplies, or even take their hunger out on us. It wasn’t something either of us wanted. “Fine, but as soon as it’s dark out, we go. I thought this place would be good for us, so far, it’s not been.”

“Agreed. We go ASAP and see what we can find out there.”

The new confidence in him was a great thing to see. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the same thoughts. No, the only things that floated around in my mind were the bad things we could see. I knew a girl up the road a bit named Izzy. What if I saw her eating that dick of a boyfriend of hers named Logan? A random person Jake has treated at the hospital could be wandering around in the middle of the road chewing on their own arm. We had no idea what was out there, but we needed to face it. I could pretend I didn’t know what we were about to face to keep him motivated. I owed him that much.

“I’m going to start packing up,” I announced, knowing I needed to do something to keep myself busy. I couldn’t wait around for dark or keep looking at his hands and arms to see if there were boils forming on him.

He didn’t have anything else to add, so I made my way out of the living room then stopped at the basement door. We’d brought a lot of stuff up, but there was so much more down there. I felt like a pig or something, wanting to take everything with us. What if someone else came here looking for help? Then again, what if they didn’t? That would mean everything down there would sit and go to waste. It wasn’t logical. It also wasn’t completely safe down there.

“Here, I have some boxes.”

I turned to see Jake hurrying toward me carrying two totes. “Those aren’t boxes,” I smirked.

“Close enough. Boxes, totes, whatever. We can carry a lot in them.”

I nodded in agreement then looked back at the door. “Maybe we should take the gun down with us this time.”

“To be honest, we shouldn’t both be down there. It leaves us vulnerable up here. Someone should stay up here and keep watch.”

Again, he and his overthinking wasn’t sitting well with me. I didn’t want to be in either place alone. “How do you want to do it?”

“I can carry more up. Why don’t I go down and you stay up here? You can keep the guns up here. I can’t use them down there with my hands full anyway.”

“Hurry,” I told him. “Load up one tote, fast. Then you can run down for the second one and that’s enough. If we don’t get it all, fuck it.”

He didn’t say anything else; instead, he walked over to the door and grabbed the knob with his gloved hand. I watched as he hesitated, then reached down and touched the hammer hanging from his side to make sure he still had it with him. When he felt reassured enough, he yanked the door open and descended into the darkness below.

The minute Jake was out of my sight, I hurried back into the living room and grabbed the shotgun I’d used earlier. Remembering what my dad had taught me growing up, I loaded it, cocked it, and flipped off the safety. If I heard anything moving in the house, my plan had been to take it out, no question. If I thought Jake was in trouble, I would need to vacate our original plan and high tail it down the stairs. Either way, I needed to stay ready.

I held the shotgun tight to my chest as I walked around in circles in the house. I felt a slight bit of relief when I saw Jake rush into the living room, carrying one of the totes full of food. “You alright?” he asked breathing a little heavy from carrying the load.

“Yep. You?”

“I’m going to get another load, but there’s too much to take all of it. I’ll carry it all out to the car when I get back,” he finished before turning and rushing back down the stairs.

Something inside me didn’t want to wait. I couldn’t put my finger on why. So, instead of waiting on Jake to come back, I set the shotgun down then lifted the tote. I immediately wondered how the hell Jake got it up the stairs. It was heavy as hell. I started lugging it toward the garage door, setting it down long enough to open the door, then turned to pick it back up when something grabbed my foot and dragged me down the couple of stairs leading into the garage.

I jerked around in time to see a woman standing there, boils covering her entire face. She reached toward me, her hands dripping pus onto the garage floor. “I’m hungry,” she moaned as she snatched at my hair, pulling me closer toward her. “Please, help me.”

I tried to struggle without getting any of the pus or ooze on me. I could see bits of something in her teeth. She’d already snacked on something or someone, I just had no idea who or what. Glad I had the gloves on my hands, I reached up and took hold of her hand, trying to pull it out of my hair. She wouldn’t let go, so I had no real choice. I jerked my hair, feeling it pull free from the roots, then kicked her back away from me. When she hit the ground, I could see the flesh on her leg had been eaten away from the virus and the pink sundress she wore was covered with blood and gore from it.

I turned to try and get back in the house, when I fell over the tote of food I’d carried to the door. I felt my shin tear open and let out a squeal. Pulling myself up, I didn’t take the chance of looking back. I had no idea how the woman ended up in the garage or if there was anyone else out there with her, but I had to stop her before she got her hands on me again. With the pain I was feeling in my leg I knew I couldn’t fight her off. I stumbled my way toward the kitchen, where I’d left the gun. Before I reached it, the bleeding and the pain in my leg became too much and I fell face first onto the floor again.

“Please, I’m just hungry.”

It was clear she hadn’t lost her entire mind, but she still wanted to tear me apart. It was also very clear that I had no chance of saving myself. I was losing too much blood. I closed my eyes, wondering what it would be like to go out like that, when I heard the boom go off just above my head. My eyes sprung open and I saw Jake standing there, the shotgun in his hand. I looked toward where the woman had been and saw her laying there in a heap, most of her head missing.

“Cammy, are you alright?”

I glanced up, then down at my leg. “I cut it on the tote. There was a busted spot. It wasn’t her, I swear, but it won’t stop bleeding.”

I watched as he leaped into action. That was where he shined, being a doctor. I was trying to control my breathing as I watched him rush around the room, grabbing the bag he’d been carrying with him since we left the hospital. I laid my head back and gritted my teeth, preparing for the pain I knew was coming. When the disinfectant hit my skin, I screamed. “Goddammit, Jake, take it easy,” I pleaded as my head fell back and the room swam in darkness.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jake

“Cammy? Cammy? Come on, I need you to wake up now.”

I nudged her gently at first, but when that didn’t work, I started to shake her. I wasn’t sure if it was from the pain, loss of blood, or the fear of that woman almost getting her, but she was out. I looked her all over for sores, boils, body fluids from the woman, and any signs she was hurt other than the one spot I had already patched up. I couldn’t see any, but I took a washcloth and carefully wiped her down where her clothes weren’t covering her skin.

Her leg was bad, but she didn’t break the bone. I stitched her up the best I could with the limited supplies we grabbed at the hospital. I would need to find her something to help her walk for a few days after, but she would be fine and back at her normal pace in a couple of days.

Part of me wanted to scream at her for not listening to me and dragging that damn tote to the garage when I told her to wait for me. There was a reason I wanted us to stay together and that was it. The infected had snuck up on us a lot the past two days and staying together was our best chance at making it out of here. I wasn’t sure how to get her to understand that and not start a fight. I knew she was fiercely independent, but in that case, it wasn’t always the best way to be.

I didn’t like having to depend on her for shit either, but it was what it was. In a normal world, I would have been her protector. It wouldn’t have been both of us having to do it.

Looking at her lying there, I was so pissed at myself for putting my whole life aside to focus on work. Looking at what could have been the end of days, I had nothing to show for my time on the planet. No wife, kids, or pets. I had the house that needed major work, the car that fell apart every time I climbed into it, and debt coming out of my ears. At the end of the day, none of that mattered. What did were the people we put in our lives. I had lost them all but her, and I refused to let the last one I had go.

“Mmm,” she moaned rolling on to her side.

“Cam?”

“My leg.” She sat up and reached down to where the bandage was. Rubbing it gently, I waited for her to wake up a little more.

“You cut it pretty bad, but you will be alright in a few days.”

“Am I…?” She couldn’t finish what she wanted to say, but I knew.

“I couldn’t see anything and none of her got into your open wound. I think you’ll be fine.” I paused trying to figure out the best way to bring up what needed to be said. I didn’t want a fight, but she needed to know how serious it was. “Why didn’t you listen to me?”

“I want out of here. I’m not sure why, but the urge to get moving was so strong, I listened to it and it wasn’t the right call.”

“I want out of here too, but we have to be smart about it. No more splitting up. If we both don’t agree on something, we don’t do it. They are obviously on to us being here. We have to keep our eyes and ears open until we can leave in a few hours.”

“I know. It was dumb.”

“Kind of.” I wasn’t going to argue with her. What she did was dumb, and it almost cost her her life. If I would have stayed in the basement another thirty seconds, she would have been dead.

“You didn’t have to agree so fast,” she said and hit my arm softly.

“Was she waiting for you in the garage or did she make it into the house?”

“She was in the garage. I don’t know how she got in. The big door is still shut, and I didn’t see another way in when we got here.”

“I didn’t either. That means she was already in there, waiting. Or we missed another way in. If we did that in the garage, it’s very possible we missed one leading into the house too.”

“If we did, they could keep coming. If these people knew the family or this house, they would know things about it we don’t. We aren’t any safer here than if we left.”

She was making sense and while my whole body said leaving before dark was a bad idea, it was telling me staying in that house another three hours was an even worse one. I was down one person with her injury. She wouldn’t be a ton of help, but I had to use her how I could. Not only for our protection, but also to make her feel like she was still needed.

“This is going to be a little harder now that your leg is messed up. We have to be smart about it. No hobbling around for you and trying to load the car; you will slow us down.”

“So, what can I do then?” Her arms flew up in the air before coming back down and slapping the sides of her thighs. When she smacked her right leg, I watched her wince in pain.

“Take these,” I said opening the bottle of pain meds and shaking two out. “They won’t make you drowsy but will help with the pain.”

“Thank you.” She took them from me, popped them in her mouth, and swallowed them dry.

“I need you to sit on the steps going into the garage. You can see the living room and whole garage from there. If something moves, and it isn’t me, shoot. We can sort out the rest later after we are on the road.”

“I can do that.”

“Good. Come on, I will help you get over there. Hopefully I can find something here for you to use as a crutch.”

“I saw one,” she said excitedly.

“Where?”

“In the room where the lumberjack is.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. Her shoulders slumped forward when she realized he was blocking her from what she needed.

“Okay.” Walking her to the couch, I helped her sit down before I let go of her. Making my way down the hall to the room, I stopped when she gasped.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked.

“Getting you the crutch. We don’t know how far we have to go or how long before we find help. You need it. I will be right back.”

“I don’t like it, Jake. Something still feels off.”

She wasn’t wrong. I felt it too, but I didn’t have a choice.

“It’ll be alright. I’ll be right back.”

“Jake,” I heard her whisper loudly as I opened the door.

Looking around the room, it wasn’t easy to see. With the sun slowly sinking into the earth and the drapes drawn, it was almost completely dark in the room. I took out my keyring with the small flashlight in the end and used it to help me see. I saw the crutches leaning against the dresser and moved in that direction.

Stepping over the body, I tried to avoid any of the infection that still ran from his lifeless body. I slipped as my foot came down on the other side, landing on the edge of his pool of blood, and grabbed the edge of the dresser to catch myself.

“Gross.”

My hand wrapped around the crutches and I started to go back to where she was waiting for me. Shutting the door behind me, I thought the feeling of doom would dissipate, instead it grew.

“Cammy, I got them.”

Nothing.

Silence was all I was greeted with and my heart jumped.

With the room being lit better than the one I had come out of, I could clearly see the now empty couch. Anger hit me first at the fact she wasn’t where I left her. If she went and did her own thing again, I was going to tie her to me so she would stop wandering off.

Crash.

I heard glass break in the kitchen. Grabbing the gun, I made my way over there. I found her facing away from me and looking at the corner of the room. Not seeing anything, my stomach dropped.

All of them had started to act weird as the boils formed and fevers spiked. If she had it, she was starting to show the signs.

Slowly, I walked to where she was and that was when I saw it. She wasn’t looking at nothing but at another person who had made it into the house we thought was so safe. I knew we had to speed up our escape. There were too many of them and it seemed word had gotten out this place was here and had company.

I watched Cammy for a second trying to decide the best way to help her. She had the gun against her throat, and she was shaking. I knew she couldn’t do what needed to be done. It was different that time. It seemed personal.

“Cammy?” I whispered.

“I knew her.” I could hear her fighting back tears and it ripped me apart.

I looked over her shoulder and around her to see the younger girl slouched over in the corner chewing on her arm. She might have been pretty at one time, but all I saw was her hair falling out in clumps, sores covering her skin, and the boils leaking the foamy pink and white pus. Half of her lower left cheek was gone as the virus spread and devoured her inch by inch. Not even noticing us standing there, she took another bite of the arm she had been chewing on and caught a boil. Pus flooded from it and filled her mouth along with her skin and muscle. The sound of the tendons snapping was sickening, but nothing was as bad as listening to her sloppily chewing on herself. Spit flew from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin.

“Cammy, let me.”

“No. I should do this for her.”

“It’s okay. You don’t always have to be so strong. Let me help you.”

I reached for the gun she held in her hand, turned her away, and shot the girl in the head. Cammy flinched when she heard the boom before her shoulders shook. For the first time in all of the mess we were in, I watched her break a little.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Cammy

The idea of Izzy being dead wasn’t what bothered me. In all honesty, I didn’t like her much. She was annoying, liked to use her friends, and tried to play that pity shit too often. The thing that stayed in my mind was the way she looked and the fact she was like the others, eating her own flesh. She was proof. Proof we’d never outrun this thing. Proof everyone ended up the same way. Proof even Jake and I could end up tasting our own flesh at any moment. It pissed me off.

Jake knew I couldn’t dwell on Izzy’s death. Instead, he kept me moving. He placed me on the stairs where I could keep an eye on everything while he quickly loaded the car. He’d finally let go of the waiting until dark idea. That part made me happy as hell. I didn’t want to be in the house any longer. In the beginning, it felt like a refuge. It had become nothing more than a mecca for all those hungry, oozing bodies that wandered around.

“We’re loaded up.” He hurried around to the other side of the car and got my door opened for me. “Now we just need to load you.”

I rolled my eyes as I tried to use the crutches while still holding the shotgun. I couldn’t do it. If I was stuck with the crutches long, I would need to practice with that. The gun would be my only protection in the state I was in.

“I’ve got you,” he announced as he hurried over and without hesitation scooped me up and carried me around the back of the car. He settled me in my spot, then shut the door before he ran back around to his side, doing the same again.

“Jake,” I started the moment he closed the driver’s door. “What’s the likelihood there’s people out there like us? You don’t think we’re the last ones not infected, do you?”

“No. I think if we’re still okay, someone else is. They may not be in this area though.”

“That makes sense,” I told him as he cranked the car. I clicked the button on the garage door opener and waited. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing. “Fuck me,” I snapped.

“I’ve got it. Stay here, don’t move. I’ll raise it then hurry back. Surely, I can move faster than anything that may be out there waiting.”

I nodded my head in agreement, but inside, that uneasy feeling had already come back. Izzy had somehow gotten in the house. The woman I fought when I messed up my leg had gotten in the garage. It was clear we were on the outside looking in. We didn’t know this house. We didn’t know enough about the people in the area. Hell, they could’ve all been great friends and knew everything about one another and each other’s homes. We had no idea what we were getting into holing up in there. It had been a mistake. The plan had been to rest; in all honesty, we didn’t get any of that.

Jake took a deep breath, then yanked open the car door. He left it open, which was smart. He needed to move quick. I pulled the gun up, holding on to it tight. I would struggle getting out of the car, but if he had trouble, I would do it. He still held his hammer, which would be great if something came close quarters to him and I couldn’t get a shot.

I held my breath as he opened the garage door. It was a slow process. The door moved and jerked with every few inches. It was half up when I spotted the first set of feet that wandered across the paved driveway leading to the garage. I didn’t call out to Jake. He didn’t need the freak out, and I hoped those wandering out there hadn’t noticed him yet. The feet meandered along, like nothing was happening at the garage door.

With one last push, Jake heaved it open the rest of the way, then froze for just a moment when he saw the infected wandering the area. We’d chosen an isolated house. It hadn’t mattered though. They had still found their way out there.

He rushed back to the car; the color having drained from his face. I knew exactly what he had been thinking. If they’d noticed him, he’d never have been able to fight all of them off. We would’ve become a snack for them. He pulled the car down into reverse and slowly started backing out of the garage, then down the driveway. That’s when I saw the blood stains on the garage floor and my mind realized what had happened. The woman, the one who attacked me, she’d been under the car the entire time.

“They are reacting to us,” Jake sighed as he pulled past a few of the infected on his way toward the main road. “I don’t get that.”

“Maybe they aren’t as far gone as the others?”

“I’m not buying that either,” he answered as he attempted to straighten the car up and pulled it into drive. “That woman was talking to you. She knew you were there. They aren’t completely gone yet. They can’t be.”

He’d barely spoken the words when a boy, maybe ten years old, glanced toward the car. The entire side of his face had been eaten away by the virus. The bone and tissue beneath the skin showed and the pus ran freely. He smiled at me and the half-eaten grin sent shivers down my spine.

“I’m hungry,” he called out then fist pumped the air. “You wanna play ball?”

“Jake, go, please.”

I felt the car lurch as he gave it gas. The sputter I heard brought back memories of the old beater I drove when I was sixteen. That piece of shit hadn’t made it long and I highly doubted this one would either. For the moment though, it would work. At least I hoped it would.

“This is going to get bumpy.”

I looked over at Jake, taking my eyes off the little boy for the first time since I’d seen him. The infected were in front of the car. None of them showed signs of moving. Instead, they were coming toward us. “Just drive,” I told him. We had no other choice. If they got in the way, they’d be mowed down.

He didn’t say anything in return. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel tight and kept going. One of two moved out of the way, slapping the windows as we drove by. Others weren’t as smart. They tossed themselves on the hood of the car, trying to hold on, their pus and blood splattering on the car as Jake kept going. Most fell to the wayside, but not the boy. Not the boy that wanted to play ball.

The farther we drove, the people seemed to thin out. I couldn’t take my eyes off the little boy, still holding to the hood of the car. He stared at me through the windshield and every few seconds snapped his jaws like he was trying to take a chunk out of me through the glass. I didn’t need to tell Jake just how unsettling the boy was. He knew. Which was why he yanked the car around one of the curves in the road quickly and rolled the boy off the side. The bump I felt told me the back tire took the kid out. I didn’t need to look in the side mirror to see it. I could go the rest of my life without that memory.

We didn’t speak for a while. Night was rolling in and neither of us wanted to talk about what that could mean. Our plan had been the armory. It would be our best shot. The trick would be getting there, with so many of our townspeople infected and looking for something besides themselves to chew on.

“Viruses normally run their course,” Jake finally spoke, taking me by surprise. “It makes me wonder if those who are infected would survive if they weren’t gnawing themselves to death.”

I cut my eyes at him. I hadn’t thought about anything like that, and honestly didn’t want to. The idea of those I’d killed someday healing from this shit wasn’t something I needed to add to my list of nightmare fuel. Instead, I shrugged off his thought process. “I doubt it. I think this virus is one to take people out.”

“Natural selection at its finest, I suppose.”

“Do you think it’s natural? Could it be some kind of biological warfare we don’t know about?”

“That’s always a possibility. You can’t ever rule out things like that. I didn’t get a chance to hear about the rest of the world. I was so hell-bent on getting to the hospital and helping patients that I didn’t listen to the news.”

“The last thing I saw before Keith and Dad got so sick was the UK battling it too. I didn’t keep up with other countries having issues, or didn’t see it I should say.”

“If the UK was having issues, it’s safe to say more countries were. That means it wasn’t just us, and if it was biological, it was a huge attack.”

I watched his face. He didn’t seem impressed with the biological warfare thought. “You think it’s natural, don’t you?”

“Honestly, yes. Don’t you?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess it would be the greatest ‘fuck you’ to the world from Mother Nature possible.”

He looked at me, then laughed lightly. “I guess you’re right about that.”

“Now, here’s the really fun part of our adventure,” I told him with a slight smirk. “I need to pee.”

“I knew that was coming,” he answered with a shake of his head. “Especially since I could go myself. I’ll pull over, we’ll make a pit stop, and get back on the road in a jiffy.”

I didn’t buy the whole jiffy part of his statement. I was on crutches. I wouldn’t be doing anything fast, but when he pulled the car to the side of the road, my bladder started thanking him instantly.

We didn’t need a long discussion about how to do a bathroom break. He knew I would need help, and so did I. I wasn’t a fan of the idea, but I’d do whatever it took to get back in the car quicker. When he hurried around and started pulling me out of the door, I didn’t argue. Instead, I let him do it. “I should be good right here,” I told him indicating the car door. “It will give me something to hold to.”

“That works. I’ll step over there and be right back.”

I waited until he vanished behind the tree he’d pointed at before I slid the scrubs down and squatted. I held my bad leg out, holding to the door for help. I finished and reached into the car for a napkin I saw when I heard the growl erupt from where Jake had gone. I finished quickly, then pulled myself and my pants up. Just as I did, Jake came rushing out of the woods, a large bear right on his heels.

Being raised by hunters, I didn’t freak out at first. That is, not until I saw the bear’s side. It was eaten away by the virus. I could see its rib cage and its intestines as they threatened to spill onto the ground. He was a good-sized bear and wouldn’t be taken down by Jake’s hammer. I propped myself up on the car door and grabbed the shotgun. I only had two shots. I would need to get it in the head to do any real damage. I took aim, then yelled, “Jake, down.” The moment I saw him hit the ground I fired once, then twice, then prayed it had been enough to stop it.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jake

I hit the ground hard just as the zoom of the bullet flew past me. I hoped she was as good a shot as she said she was, or I was in major trouble. That thing had the virus and it wasn’t going to go down easy.

I heard the grunt of the creature before the thud of him hitting the ground. He slid right next to me before stopping. I turned my head to look at him and held my breath. When his lungs filled and released, I figured he was done. Sitting up slowly, I kept my eyes on him as I made my way back to Cammy.

He jumped back up, looked at us, and then ran the other way. He almost made it back to the tree line before he collapsed for good. She had done it; she’d stopped that thing from eating me.

“That was a hell of a shot.”

“Thanks.” She teetered leaning against the car door with the gun still swinging in her hand.

“Here, let me help you.”

“I’ve got it.”

“Stop and let me. We have to get moving and now. That thing, as big as it was, wasn’t the full adult I’ve seen out here before.”

“I know. We got lucky it wasn’t. I only had two shots and I really doubt it would have taken the big one out as easily. You would have been bear bait for sure.”

“I guess the good part would be it would have been quicker than a human chewing at me. A few bites and it would have been done.”

“I guess that’s one way to look at the fact you almost died.”

“I didn’t almost die. You had it and I’m still here and untouched.”

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“If a bear got it, what’s to say other animals won’t? We can try to avoid people, but them and all of nature too? That is going to be impossible.”

“I don’t think impossible, but it will be a challenge. We don’t know enough about this to even say all animals will get it. We don’t even know how far this has spread or if there is anything they can do about it. All we can do is keep going and stick to our plan.”

“I know.”

I hated I couldn’t give her more answers, but she had the same information I did, and it wasn’t much. The one thing I saw from the CDC didn’t tell us anything we hadn’t already known. It was a nasty virus and it spread fast. I knew she was worried about all the animals that were in the thick forest that surrounded us. It was teaming with wildlife and not all of it was the cute and fuzzy kind. Not only bears but cougars, wolves, and coyotes too. All of those could do major damage if they came after the town in the middle.

She sat there without saying a word. It had been three blocks since we saw anyone out walking around. It told me they had moved on for food or they were all dead. I hoped it was the first one, because if it was the second and they were dead, there was no hope for us or anyone else to beat this shit.

The quiet was eerie and I found myself getting in my own head. What would I do if one of us ended up with this before we got the answers we needed? She said she cut her leg on the tote, but I hadn’t been there to see it. What if she was lying so I didn’t kick her out? That wouldn’t have been unheard of, but it would have been rude, and I hadn’t seen her ever as rude.

She could have said the same about me though with the cut on my hand, only she hadn’t. She stuck by me and made me understand I hadn’t cut it on one of the infected. Shaking my head, I pushed that thought out and told myself it would be alright.

“Jake?”

“What?”

“Where is everyone?”

“I don’t know. There were so many when we left the house.”

“I know and now there isn’t a soul around other than a bear.”

“We need to keep going. It’s our only chance. If they aren’t here to get in our way, we need to be thankful for that and not question it too much. If this area got hit hard first, they might have moved from here already.”

“I thought about that too, but we’ve seen them eating the dead. If they are around, wouldn’t it make sense for them to stay and feast?”

“I thought that too. I don’t know what’s going on, Cammy. I do think we should swing by the hospital though if it stays this quiet.”

“Why would you want to do that?” she shrieked.

“Because our supplies have been hit hard. If I can sneak in and grab another round of bandages and antibiotics, it might help us. I know we don’t have far to go to the armory, but if they don’t have what we need, we will want to have it.”

“I think that is a dumb idea.”

“It might be. I don’t know if we will yet. We are still a few miles away and anything can happen in those last few miles.”

“Oh, I know.”

We made it a few more blocks without seeing another person. The stillness of the night without a sound was eerie. I turned the corner seeing the top of the hospital standing out above the smaller buildings surrounding it.

And froze.

The whole parking lot of the hospital was crawling with infected. They knew enough to go there for help before the virus reached the point where they turned into walking corpses, but they hadn’t gotten help and that was exactly what we faced.

One younger man saw us and grunted. That was all it took for the others to turn in our direction. I was sure some of them were people we knew, but the way their faces melted off them, it was impossible to tell who was who.

“Get that gun ready, but don’t shoot if you don’t have to. We are limited.”

“I know. I’m ready.”

“I think we are going to have to skip the medical supplies and hope they have enough at the armory.”

“Probably a good idea. Can you get us out of here?”

“I’m going.”

They picked up speed and were getting closer to circling us. I had to make a move and fast if we were going to get out of there.

I tried to go back and was blocked in. A man with his face dripping down his neck stood in our way. There wasn’t a good way to get around him and there were at least six moving toward us in the front. I looked to the left and was blocked there, so I looked to the right. There was a smaller female in the way, so I lined up the car and headed her way. She didn’t move and when I got closer, I swore I saw a smile slither across her face before I hit her. The bump, bump of running over her body was nothing compared to the sound of air leaking out of the rear tire from hitting her.

“Shit.”

“What is that, Jake?”

“She popped the tire somehow when I ran her over.”

“What are we going to do now?”

“I don’t know, but we can’t stay in this thing. It’s not going to get us very far and we are sitting ducks here.”

“It’s like they know too. Look at them swarming.”

“I see them. And we can’t run either.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You can run.”

“I’m not leaving you. We do this together or not at all.”

“Jake, don’t be dumb. If you have to leave, then leave. I don’t want you to though, but I would understand.”

“Then we stay together. Get that gun ready. I think I see a car across the parking lot that we can take. It’s not going to be easy to get there though.”

“You’re not going out there are you?”

“I have to. If we want to get out of here, then it’s our only shot.”

“There’s too many of them.”

“It’ll be fine. I need you to take that gun though and do something for me.”

“What?”

“Shoot it over there away from me. See if you can get them to move that way somehow so I can get over to the car. We only have one shot at this, so make it count.”

“I will.”

I started to open the door so I could run when she fired.

“Jake? Be careful.”

“Go.”

Boom.

Boom.

She fired like I asked, and I watched them turn in the direction of the shot. As soon as I saw a thin line, I made a break for it.

I was almost at the little green Toyota when I was grabbed from behind.

“Help me,” the older lady begged.

It took me a second to realize who I was staring at and when I figured it out, I almost threw up.

There in front of me was what was left of my grandma. One of her arms was gone and her face was so far gone that her eye was falling out of the socket. I stood frozen as she hobbled closer dragging her left leg behind her. With her remaining hand, she reached for me and all I saw were bony spindles where her plump fingers used to be.

She was the only thing stopping me from getting to the car and I knew what I had to do to help her. I wasn’t sure if I could though. It was one thing to kill strangers or someone I went to school with, but that was my grandma and the one who practically raised me. I also knew my way of thinking was screwed up because she was already dead.

I knew what I had to do for her.

“I love you, Grandma,” I whispered as I took the hammer out of my pocket and moved closer.

Bringing my hand up above my head, I swung down connecting with the top of her head. It went in like I had hit a bowl of jello. The head of the hammer went through the bone without an issue and stuck in what was left of her brain matter.

Pulling it back out, I watched as she collapsed at my feet, and I knew I helped her. She pooled at my feet in a puddle of blood. It was the worst place for her, and she hadn’t deserved it.

“I’m sorry, Grandma. I love you.”

I made it to the car I was after and pulled the handle up. Looking around for the keys, my heart dropped when I couldn’t find them. Cammy was counting on me and I was letting her down.

“Dammit.” I slammed my hands on the steering wheel and heard something jingle. Moving the visor, they fell into my lap. I put them in the ignition and started the car on the first try.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Cammy

I heard the Toyota fire up and let out the breath I had been holding. Reaching behind me, I grabbed the ammo laying on the seat. I had enough for a few more shots from the shotgun. The rest was for the rifle in the backseat. All I could do was hope it would be enough to keep the infected off Jake until he grabbed our gear and tossed it in the new ride.

He detoured around the parking lot. I knew what he hoped to do. If they were distracted, he would have a better chance at getting back to me. Several of them were focused on the infected Jake killed with his hammer. I didn’t know why, but something inside wasn’t settling right about the woman I saw him put down. She seemed familiar, but with the infection raging on her body, I couldn’t tell from a distance.

I looked around, wondering how I could help him. If there was one thing I knew for sure, Jake needed to make it to the armory. Who knew if they had doctors there? He could help them far more than I could. He was the one who had to survive this. I was just lucky enough to be along for the ride.

The infected weren’t mindless zombies. Yes, they suffered from the madness the fever caused, but they still had the ability to talk and most still thought. That was the exact reason one of them, in the center of the horde circling the hospital parking lot, had thought enough to bring her oxygen tank with her when she came to seek help.

I leveled my gun, watching as Jake was being swarmed once again in the new car he was in. If this worked, it would make our escape easier. All I could do was hope it didn’t explode enough to kill us all. It was a chance I needed to take. I whispered a small prayer, then pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

The sound echoed throughout the parking lot. I struggled to hold to the gun as I was rocked backward slightly and the ringing in my ears left me slightly confused. For a split second, it was like my mind went somewhere else. I saw Jake, clean of the grime and guts we’d been caked in for the past day. He was smiling at me and doing that goofy head shake he did when he was trying to make someone see his point of view. Then, just as quickly as the vision appeared, it was gone. I was back in the parking lot, watching the infected move toward the flames and away from the car Jake was driving.

“Smart idea,” he called out to me as he pulled the car up beside the one I was waiting by. “I’ll load up. Use your crutches and start moving.”

I nodded in answer, still feeling a bit off balance. I couldn’t let that slow me down though. My fucked-up leg had caused us enough issues already. We didn’t have time for more. I stuffed the ammo in my scrubs, snatched the spare guns from the backseat, and did my best to teeter my way across the dark, back end of the parking lot.

“I have the guns.” I knew Jake would be more worried about the food and other supplies in the trunk. I couldn’t blame him for that, but something was telling me protection may be a better thing to have right then. The house we’d stayed in had clearly been owned by someone who felt the same way.

Trying to maneuver the guns while I hobbled on the crutches turned out to be more difficult that I’d realized. Jake had pulled close, so I tossed my cherished armory in through the back window of the Toyota. I had to ignore the vulnerable feeling that washed over me. I didn’t have time for that. Neither did he. He needed me to get moving.

I made it around to the other side of the car and opened the door just as a gargled voice spoke behind me. “Are you a doctor?” I felt my stomach tighten as I turned to see a woman standing there, most of her face gone. The virus had eaten away at the flesh down the side of her neck, across her right shoulder, and most of her right breast. I could see the bone, muscle, and tissue underneath. The part that stopped me in my tracks was the size of her stomach.

“Jake,” I called out. I could hear my own voice as it trembled. I felt his hand touch my shoulder and jumped slightly. “She’s pregnant, isn’t she?”

“Cammy, just get in the car. We need to just go, alright.”

“The baby?”

“Let’s not think about that, okay?” He grabbed my shoulders and slowly lowered me into the car, then set the crutches in beside me.

“Should we…you know?”

“She isn’t hurting us, we’ll just leave her be,” he answered as he shut the car door and rushed around to the driver’s side. He hesitated just a minute, then fired up the engine and tossed the car in drive.

We pulled away from the parking lot, and I turned, watching the woman who’d been trying to ask us for help. The other infected slowly gathered around us, like they were watching us leave them behind. The pregnant woman then turned away from us, looked toward the hospital, and started moving in that direction. She clearly had enough of her mind left to know that’s where help should’ve been.

“Grandma was there.”

The statement coming from Jake made everything that had happened crash down around me. I covered my face and allowed myself a minute to sob into my own hands. I didn’t have a big family, but the idea of all of them, even Norene, being gone broke my heart. The world was ending and the only person I could depend on was Jake.

“The armory is just down this road. It won’t take us long to get there. That is, if we don’t have any more issues.”

“No more stops,” I told him as I leaned back against the seat. “I don’t think I can handle any more of those.”

“Me either. We’ll drive straight to the gate. No detours, no stops. This time, we go straight for help.”

I didn’t want to state the obvious, but Jake wasn’t going to. “What happens if the armory is overrun like the hospital?”

“Then we drive on to the next town. This car has a full tank of gas. We’ll keep going until we find someone to help us.”

“What if we’re the last ones, Jake? Is that possible? You know more about viruses and infection than I do.”

“At this point, everything I thought I knew is out the window. This shit happened so fast the CDC didn’t even name the virus. I have no idea what we’re dealing with, where it came from, or if there’s anyone out there working on a treatment. The one thing I do know is the mortality rate isn’t good. Anyone who gets it, well, eventually, they die. That’s why I want to be as careful as possible with you. I don’t want you infected.”

I looked over at him and shook my head. “Jake, you can’t worry about me so much. You’re the important one here. We don’t know how many medical professionals are left. You can help people. Me? I’m crafty and can shoot a gun. We need to make sure you get where you can do the most good.”

I ignored the look he gave me. He wanted to argue but knew it wouldn’t do any good. If Jake had learned anything about me when we were younger, it was not to argue with my stubborn ass. Instead, he kept driving, saying nothing more.

* * *

“Cammy, wake up. Now.”

I heard Jake’s voice then felt my body shake. My eyes popped open and I saw his face leaned toward my own, panic etched there. “What’s going on?” I asked groggily.

“We’re here.”

I sat up quickly and looked at the gate in front of us. A guard tower stood to the right, but no one was in it. For the most part, the place seemed abandoned. “Dammit.”

“I know,” Jake sighed then placed his hand on the ignition to start the car again.

“ARE YOU INFECTED?”

The voice rang out from all around us. I looked around, finally spotting a loudspeaker placed near the gate.

“NO!” Jake yelled out as he opened the car door and stepped out. He held his arms up to show he wasn’t armed. “My name is Dr. Jake Hammond. My friend and I are currently clear of all infection. I’m trying to find information on what’s happening and what I can do to help.”

Silence followed his statement. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He looked back at me nervously, then jumped slightly when the gate flew open. A man in military clothing stood there with two armed guards on either side of him. He was older, possibly in his sixties. “I’m Colonel Grayson, Dr. Hammond. We’re glad you and your companion made it here.”

“Have you learned more about what’s going on? Is the CDC working on a vaccine?”

“We’ll tell you everything you need to know, Dr. Hammond. If you’re clear of infection, we can surely use your help around here. But first, unfortunately,” he said as the armed men leveled their guns at us and four others dressed in full Hazmat suits rushed out of the gates, “we need to make sure you are virus free. Welcome to quarantine.”

About Olivia Marie

Olivia Marie has a passion for books and animals. She lives in the central Midwest with her husband and two rescue dogs. She spends her free time reading, writing, listening to music and enjoying the outdoors with her family.

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Other books by Olivia Marie include:

Unbreakable

Hidden Jewel

Gypsy

Mya’s Saving Grace

Broken Roads

Breaking Bismark

Gypsy’s Girl

Hayden

Misfit Traveler

Chocolate Covered Cherry Kisses

Altered Love

His Village with Erin Lee

Seeds with Erin Lee

Resurrection with Erin Lee

The Retreat with Erin Lee

Mastery of Darkness with Erin Lee

Club Me with Erin Lee

Hazel Nut with Erin Lee

The Cookie Dough Job with Tressa Rabbit

Inside Anthology

TTYS? Anthology

Creeps Anthology

Catfish Anthology

Beyond Oz Anthology

Beyond Atlantis Anthology

Beyond Narnia Anthology

Infamy Anthology

Beyond Wonderland Anthology

Art Inspires Words Anthology Book 4

Motel 666 Anthology

Unconditional-ASPCA Anthology

Beyond Neverland Anthology

The Curse Anthology

Beyond the Woods Anthology

Beyond the Rose Anthology

Classic Twist Anthology

Beyond the Beanstalk Anthology

Accidental Attractions Boxset

Misfit Nights Anthology

MicroHallowFiction Anthology

Twelve Days of Horror Anthology

Our Christmas Nook Anthology

About Rena Marin

Monsters. Murder. Mischief. Sweet love. Even Rom-Com. There’s no genre international bestselling author Rena Marin is afraid to touch. Growing up in a small town in East Tennessee, Marin found her love for the darker things at an early age. From dark creatures, that lurk in the darkest of woods, to creepy dolls locked in warehouses, the sassy southern wordsmith leaves no challenge untouched. With a wink at humor and the ability to glare down gore, Marin twists wicked tales that will leave you on the edge of your seat.

Marin is the author of several published works including Piano Man, The Witches of Dark Hollow Ridge, The Hunter’s Guild of Dark Hollow Ridge, the Escape from Reality Novella Devoured, Backroad, The Donut Shop Series Novella Death with a Cinnamon Sugar Twist, Graveyard Girls, Uninvited Guests, The Statesman Series Novella Tennessee Two-Step, The Sex Shop Series Novella Maid for You, and the Creature Features Novella Triple Threat. She is also the co-author of the award winning and bestselling Dead Oaks Terrors Series which features Halloween Nightmare, Ouija, Nightstalker, and Curse of the Candy Corn Queen. She also co-penned the Dead Oaks Twisted Tail Slither. Marin is also co-author of the Dollhouse Series which includes Petunia, Sage’s Sticky Buns, Petunia’s Valentine, Pop Rox, Petunia’s Freight Night with Fred, and Petunia’s & Cream. Another co-write under Marin’s belt is the fantastical satire, Coming Out Monster.

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Copyright

Copyright © 2020 by Crazy Ink

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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the authors’ imaginations. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Content

International Bestselling Authors
Olivia Marie & Rena Marin

Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

About Olivia Marie

About Rena Marin

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