“Nate,” Tyler said, falling to his knees. He shoved against the locker, trying to push it off the guardsman.
Jase breathed deeply and then joined in, and they pushed the locker off Nate.
Nate must’ve been in shock because he didn’t seem to notice the locker. He only lay there and held his cheek. He stared at Tyler. “She bit me.”
Tack leaned on his machete.
“Damn it,” Griz said.
With a straight arm, Tyler pushed Jase back. He pulled out his sidearm and pressed a hand on Nate’s heart. “You’re a hero, Private Hawking. You’ve saved lives, and you’ve earned the peace that’s coming to you.”
Nate squeezed his eyes shut as Tyler lifted the sidearm. His hand shook, but he didn’t waste any time. I jumped at the single gunshot. It still echoed through the room as Tyler stood and walked several feet away from us.
Griz came down on a knee, clasped the cross he wore around his neck, and prayed.
By the time he’d finished, I came to accept the fact that Nate was gone. It seemed like the more death I’d seen, the faster I moved on. I wasn’t so sure I liked that change in me.
“The zed must’ve reached out and startled him,” Jase said. “He must’ve banged into the locker and it fell over on him.”
It’d been my job to clear this room. My fault. “I can’t believe I missed one,” I said breathlessly. My brows furrowed as I stared at Nate’s body.
“It was hidden behind the cabinet,” Jase said, grabbing my shoulder. “You couldn’t have seen it.”
I still couldn’t help but think I should have seen it.
After a long minute, Tyler returned. “Let’s wrap things up and get the engines running and lights on. We have less than forty-eight hours to get this towboat and barges ready for Camp Fox. We have to assume there could be more zeds wandering around here. Tack and Griz, you take the private above deck. Cash and Jase, you stay behind me.”
We silently fell in line as he headed back toward the engine room.
“I hate these enclosed spaces,” Jase said in a low voice, walking beside me. “If zeds got in here, there’d be no way out.”
“We’re safe now,” I forced myself to say even though I didn’t believe the words. Jase needed my support, not my doubts. “Zeds would have to climb the side of the boat to get in here, and that’s not going to happen. This place will be a vault for Camp Fox, trust me. Once we get it cleared it, you’ll be safe here. I know it.”
“Easy for you to say,” he replied. “You’ve been through more shit than just about anyone else out there. I still don’t know how you made it through that elementary school.”
“It wasn’t fun, but it was nothing compared to Doyle’s camp.”
“The Dogs, then all the zeds…man, I can’t imagine how much that must’ve sucked,” Jase said after a moment.
“Yeah,” I replied in a quiet voice. “But you know what? The Dogs and the zeds weren’t the worst part.”
He paused. “Then what was?”
I chuckled drily. “Everyone thinks I went after Doyle to save Camp Fox.”
“You did.”
I didn’t answer.
“Didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t need to go it alone. I also went after him because I was cocky enough to think I could pull it off all by myself without anyone else getting hurt.”
Jase grabbed my arm, stopping me. “You did pull it off. You killed Doyle and took down the militia still loyal to him. You survived and no one got hurt.”
“It was by sheer luck.” I shook my head. “No. It was a miracle. I realized that when I was lying on the roof, waiting to die. Hell, if I had half a brain, I would’ve stayed in the cellar with all the weapons and food until help arrived. That just goes to show you how unprepared I was.”
“You’re being too hard on yourself.”
“No, I’m not. I’ve made so many stupid mistakes that not only could’ve gotten myself killed, but also you or Clutch. It was at Doyle’s camp when I finally came to realize that I needed to get my act together and quit thinking I had everything under control. I found out I didn’t and I don’t. Hell, if I were a cat, I’d be on my ninth life by now.”
He smirked. “Well, then at least you still have one left.”
I sucker punched him in the arm. “Funny, ha ha.”
“Seriously, though,” he said. “No one’s perfect. We all make mistakes, and as long as you can walk away from them, it’ll work out in time. Look, even your cut on your face is healing.”
I lifted my hand to touch my stitches, but then dropped it. “Come on. Let’s clean out our new home.”
ENVY
The Second Deadly Sin
Chapter XIII
The following morning
“Amen.” Griz said after a lovely hooah-style prayer for Nate. Tyler and Griz rolled Nate’s body off the edge of the deck, and he splashed into the river below. After him, we tossed over every member of the crew and the zed girl. Luckily, we hadn’t come across any others during our search last night.
We still had no power. The towboat’s fuel tanks were empty, and Wes couldn’t get the engines started last night with only the five gallons he’d brought with him on the pontoon. Without heat, last night had been cold. The smell of death had managed to leak into the second level captain’s quarters—in some part due to our clothes—so we’d left the door open to air out the room. The sweet, sickly stench had a way of seeping into everything and becoming a permanent part of a place. Zed stench didn’t exactly smell like potpourri. In a way, it was like smoke. Once it got into a person’s clothes, the smell lingered and nothing short of a heavy head-to-toe scrubbing could get rid of it. Our best defense for this night was the minty medicated ointment to help clear the lungs. We put a dollop of the stuff under each of our noses and took turns sleeping and standing watch.
Earlier, Tack and Griz had fastened a ladder onto the side of the boat to make it easier getting to and from the dock Tyler and the guys were building. Jase had lost at rock-paper-scissors, and he had to scrub away the old blood and bits of brain on the bridge floor. Thankfully, it wasn’t carpeted, but it still stunk something awful.
I turned and went back to the pile of supplies we’d been carrying up one load at a time. While the ladder made climbing much easier, it was still a tiresome, slow progress carrying one load at a time up the side of the Aurora. Wes was busy building a pulley system so we could pull up larger loads, but there were some things that couldn’t wait for Wes to finish.
I rummaged through the pile and found the cardboard box I was looking for. I untied the rope around it and pulled out two brand new cans of disinfectant. There was a gold star on each can that read, Kills 99.9% of germs, and I chuckled. If only killing zeds was that easy.
I headed to the bridge, took a deep breath, and entered. I didn’t leave until I’d emptied half a can. In the galley, I finished the can. In the crew quarters, where there were fewer windows, I used an entire can. The other rooms would have to wait. With all the windows and doors propped wide open, I hoped for a good breeze today to freshen up the towboat. I was hoping we’d be able to sleep in the crew quarters tonight where we’d have real beds and it’d be warmer. Somehow, I suspected the crew quarters would take a couple more days to air out.
“All done in there?” Tyler asked as I stepped onto the deck, savoring the fresh air. He was wiping his sweaty brow. Tack and Griz were each drinking water.
“For now,” I said.
“Good. Everyone, check your gear.”
I headed for my weapons, and Jase took the empty Lysol cans from me.