“Who are you?” The woman’s voice lost its disinterested drawl and became much more alert, more hopeful.
I thought for a second. “I’m John Talon. This is Tommy Carter. I’m here to kill the sons of bitches that slaughtered a family and terrorized the towns around here. I didn’t expect to find anyone here worth saving, but I guess I was wrong. If you want to leave, you’re coming with us right now.”
The women rushed the doors of their cages and in short order we had freed them from their prisons. After being hugged and kissed several times, I told them to get to the stores and help themselves to whatever they wanted. Several grabbed bottles of water and headed off to the corner to wash up, while others picked through the clothing for more appropriate attire. While we were waiting for the women to get their fill of food and water, as well as being washed and dressed, Maggie, the woman who first spoke to me, filled me in on what had happened and what was going on around here.
The men had descended on the towns like thunder, sweeping through and taking whatever they wanted, including women. When they met resistance, they killed the dissenters and cowed the rest. They took the women back to this complex and kept them in these cages to be used however the men felt fit. No women were allowed in the “command center” as the men called it. The leader, a man called Art, was as ruthless as they came, killing with impunity any who crossed him. His favorite method of dealing with dissent was to release someone out into the yards where a few zombies were allowed to roam freely. The hapless victim would run themselves ragged until eventually being torn apart by the zombies while Art and his cronies watched from the rooftop. The zombies had their throats cut, so they couldn’t moan and warn their victims. The women couldn’t go anywhere if they got out of their cages, since the zombies would get them, too.
“Sounds like this Art guy is a real sweetie,” I said to Maggie.
“He’s a bastard,” Maggie said around a mouthful of dried apricots. “And he’s gotten meaner since his brother was killed on a raid.”
Well, well. Now I knew I had the right place. I waved Tommy over from his discussions with two other women and filled him in on what I had been told.
Tommy nodded. “Sounds like what I had been hearing as well. What do you want to do about it? We can’t find bikes for all these women and some of them are in bad shape, needing medical attention. We can’t fight ‘cause some of them will get killed for sure. I don’t want to run, but I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
Tommy had good points. As much as it galled me not to be able to put a bullet in Art’s face, I had another job to do. I walked outside for a second and looked over the area. From where I was standing, I could see a fairly large crowd of zombies wandering around the outside fence. That wasn’t too much of a concern, since zombies were usually easily distracted. But transportation was my big problem. I looked over to the trucks parked in front of the main building and realized suddenly that I could do both.
I went back into the building and outlined my plan to Tommy. He looked at me like I was nuts, but as the plan unfolded, he got a grin on his face that got wider as I explained further.
We waited for the lights in the building to die down, Maggie explaining that the men talked about plans and such before going to bed. They were not allowed to visit the women every night, since Art believed that the men had to “Earn their Turn” as he called it. The more loot a man produced, the more action he could get.
When the last light was out, Tommy and I ran around the front of the building and inspected the trucks. The only one that had the keys in it was the smallest one, a Chevy S-10. Cursing my luck again, we pushed the truck over the grass and near the building. I was dubious about all of the women being able to fit in the truck, but Maggie assured me that they would find a way, even if they had to lay on top of each other. I could understand their desire to get away. I was disappointed that we couldn’t take any of the stores, but if things went well we could always come back and get them. I was interested in seeing if this power station could be restarted, but that would have to wait.
Tommy and I trotted towards the fence for the second part of my plan. We split up as we passed another building, with me ducking behind it and moving towards the far edge. I looked out as Tommy approached the fence, exciting the glowing-eyed ghouls on the other side. He moved slowly down the fence, drawing the crowd away, taunting and waving at them. When he had led his undead groupies away, I ran to the fence and opened the railway gates, an opening that allowed a small train to pull into the yard. I secured the gates open and ran back to the harem building.
“Okay ladies, let’s get going,” I said as I reached into my pack and pulled out a couple of flares. Maggie looked at me quizzically, but didn’t say anything. I went over to the main admin building and opened a side door. I sparked the flare and stuck it in the sand next to the door. I ran back to the truck and climbed in. The truck bed was dangerously low, but we had to risk it. I started the engine and pulled away from the building, wincing as I hit unseen bumps and dips. I heard squeaks and gasps as knees and elbows bumped the truck bed walls. When I reached the train opening, I parked the truck and waited. About a minute later, Tommy came running in out of the darkness.
“They’re coming! They’re about to round the bend!” he panted as he jumped into the cab.
I stepped out and lit the second flare, planting it in the ground in the middle of the opening. The zombies would flock to the light and find their way in to the compound. The second flare would draw them to the open door to the gang and to dinner. With the men sleeping, they would likely wake up as zombies in the morning.
Not a perfect plan and there was a possibility that Art and his men would be able to regain control, but they would be severely weakened. I personally hoped Art got his nuts chewed off while another lovely nibbled his face away.
We pulled away from the compound, following a maintenance road that paralleled the railroad. I didn’t want to go too quickly, since I couldn’t afford a blowout. We reached the main road that went in front of the power plant and turned left, heading back to Coal City. I figured our little foray was finished. Charlie was probably sleeping in a nice bed, after a good meal. Oh well. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Maggie caught my eye and smiled.
Okay, I thought, it was worth it.
We drove quietly through the night, passing the occasional zombie or two, but nothing that was really a threat. Tommy was looking over the map, and glanced at the speedometer.
“I figure we have about twenty miles to go to get us to Coal City,” Tommy said. “If we stay at this speed, we should be there in about an hour.”
I looked at the dashboard. “No we won’t.”
“What? Why?” Tommy looked over and saw what I had seen. “You gotta be kidding me.”
“Nope. We’re almost out of gas.” I shook my head as the empty light came on, indicating I had a gallon of gas left in the tank.
Fifteen miles later, the S-10 gave a lurch. I knew what that meant and increased the speed of the truck, figuring to coast as long as I could. With a final surge, the truck shut down, coasting to a stop. We had turned north at Mazon, skirting the death field, and were sitting on Route 47, according to the map. We had roughly six miles to go. If it was just Tommy and me, it would have been feasible, but trying to herd sixteen unarmed, untrained women through the dark made it mission unbelievable.
But we didn’t have any choice. We couldn’t stay where we were, since the ghouls would be able to find us and there was not a farmhouse in sight. We had to go, and go now, since I was sure we had attracted the attention of a lot of the local dead with our truck driving. Even though I had run with the lights off, the noise was such that it carried a good distance out here.