“The interesting thing we are seeing in this data is that the natural immunity seems to be familial,” Dr. Roberta Kline said speaking from her desk inside the CDC. “That is, we are seeing that immunity bestow within family groups. We just don’t have enough data to fully support this but the preliminary figures seem to indicate this. Another interesting thing that is coming from our data is that the ones who are mutating due to the vaccine seem to have an aversion to light. Again, our data is limited and needs further study.”
Seaside, Oregon — Fear has spread through this small Oregon coastal community as the number of attack and death reports continues to mount across the nation.
“I have seen people attacking others in the middle of the night,” says one Seaside resident. “There only seems to be the dead, the sick, or those attacking around.”
“They don’t look right,” chimes in another resident, “and they attack everything in sight.”
It is at this point that a little notice appeared at the bottom right of my laptop. ‘Network Connection Lost’ it said on my network connection icon. I looked up at the router on top of my big screen TV to see most of the lights have gone dark. The link light was still blinking at me but the receive and send lights were dark. Damn! No Internet! That totally, totally sucks, I think as my phone rang. It was Robert on the line.
“Hey, bud,” I said after pressing the send button.
“Hey, Dad,” he whispered back.
“Are you okay?”
“There’s someone or something in the house,” he said. “I have Brianna and Nicole down in the basement with me. We can hear something moving around upstairs. I have the basement door shut.”
“Can you get out of the basement? I mean through a window or something?”
“No. The windows are too small.”
“Okay, keep very quiet and put your cell on vibrate. Tell Bri and Nicole to turn theirs off if they have them with. I’ll be there shortly.”
“Okay, Dad,” He said and hung up.
I grabbed my weapons, my keys, and walked to Mom’s house. After telling her that the kids called and I was going to pick them up, I stepped outside, sliding my Beretta 9mm into the speed draw holster at my side and carrying my 12 gauge pump shotgun.
Mowing the Yard
The sound of a dog barking outside startles me out of my reverie. The barking is frantic and sounds as if it is coming from the driveway in front of the house. I am not sure what time it is but it feels like I have only been awake for a short time. But then again, reveries like that will do funny things to time. I pick up my gun and scoot over to the darkened lump that I think is Robert Cupping my hand over the end of my flashlight, I turn it on. I barely make out Robert’s face lying there with the bag pulled up to his chin. I set the light between my legs as I kneel over him and gently cup my hand over his mouth. He instantly comes awake and gives his head a twist trying to shake free.
“Ssshhh,” I whisper in the dark. “It’s dad. I think there might be something outside,” I whisper as he comes awake and I remove my hand from his mouth. “Quietly wake the others and watch your light. Cup your hand over the end.”
I hear him slide out of his bag and move over to the other mounds on the floor silhouetted by the faint light escaping from his flashlight. I move over and wake Mom. A light stabs into the darkened room.
“Lights out!” I whisper sharply and the light disappears, darkening the room once again. I hear the rustling movement of sleeping bags being moved as the girls slide out of their cozy beds.
“Against the wall like we talked about,” I say softly to everyone amidst the sound of the dog barking outside.
The barking has taken on the continuous aspect of when a dog has spotted something and is doing the territorial thing; sort of that alpha dog thing. Over the frantic barking comes a shriek. Like a threatening scream. I want to head over to a window or the front door peephole to see what is going on but feel this is one of those times to become a black hole, only without any of the gravitational affect.
The frantic nature of the barking is now replaced by silence outside. One additional bark sounds out followed by more silence. Now two barks and silence. A high pitched shriek once again interrupts the silence but with a different tone. If I can put a tone on it, it seems like a surprised and pained sound. A solid, loud thumps hammers the side of the house, hard enough to be felt, followed a split second later by the sharp, short yelp that a dog emits when in pain. I hear Bri emit a soft moan of sympathy. She has always loved animals and is, well, was, wanting to become a veterinarian. The yelps are now coming in a continuous series. Five, six, seven, and then total silence once again descends upon us in the darkened room.
I look around at everyone through the dim light emitting between my fingers from the flashlight. Robert has his gun out and is on his knees pointing at the back hallway. Michelle is facing the windows set in the outside wall on the other side of the room. Mom is behind me with her pistol pointed at the floor between us and the back door. Bri and Nicole sit against the wall surrounded by us; their knees drawn up to their chest with one arm around each other. They look like bookends. It is amazing how they seem to do this without thinking. Their habits are so similar. I have a theory that many habits and motions may be DNA based. I guess it could be mimicry from them being around each other so much but I don’t think so.
We sit in silence for what seems like an hour but in all actuality is only a matter of about fifteen minutes when I hear the rattle of cans coming from the front of the house. The noise goes on and on, like someone playing Yahtzee with a tin shaker and metal dice. One set of the cans on the front porch has been knocked off, and, somewhat amusingly, may be tangled up with whatever is out there. That would be nice if the cans have in fact become a more permanent part of it. That way, we will perhaps know where one is at least; sort of like a cow with a bell around its neck. I swear I hear a muffled growl and the cans stop banging around.
“Everyone keep absolutely quiet no matter what happens outside. If something gets in, then different story, but until then, quiet,” I say as silence once more dominates the world around us.
BANG! The sound at the front door startles me and does a kick start to my heart as adrenaline starts flowing through my system. Another bang as something large slams into the front screen door. A shriek sounds amidst the sound of glass breaking and falling to the ground.
“Flashlights on but stand them with the ends on the floor,” I whisper glancing to the darkened shapes around me. “If anything gets in the front door and there are too many, we are out the side door. Robert you lead to the door and I’ll cover the rear. Once outside, we’ll switch and I’ll take the lead. Everyone else as we talked about.”
We are illuminated in momentary strobes as lights come on but the dimness returns. Quick enough that night vision is not drastically affected. More sounds of glass breaking come from the screen door followed by a grinding, metallic twisting sound. The aluminum of the screen door screams in protest as though it is being bent in ways it was not designed to.
“Don’t concentrate on the sound in front but focus on listening for sounds in your coverage area,” I whisper not taking my eyes from the kitchen entrance.
I can’t see the kitchen from this angle so the first visual sign I will have of anything will be when it enters the room some twenty feet away. This is where I keep my gun aimed. I’m on my knees holding my gun with one hand wrapped around the shaft of the flashlight on the ground next to me, ready to bring it up if necessary. More of the metallic, twisting sound echoes inside and then a loud pop. I am guessing either the screen door latch or hinge has popped off. I hear Bri sniffle and Nicole whisper to her, “It’s going to be alright Bri. I’m here.”