I wanted to apologize for being a dick, but figured I’d wait it out. See what type of friendship actually blossomed.
“Josh is watching the back. Allison’s at the front door still. She was worried. I came to apologize about the radio. She told me you were up here. That there was one of those things up here. I didn’t want you to go at it alone. Thought I might be able to help. Have your back, you know?”
“I’m glad you did. Again, thank you.” I looked around the room. My shovel was on the opposite side of the bed. I walked around to retrieve it.
“She musta ate her husband?”
“Looks that way.”
“This is fucked up, you know? I mean, seriously fucked up shit.”
“Tell me about it.” I clapped him on the back. “Let’s check the rest of the rooms up here. Just make sure there aren’t any more surprises.”
“Good call.”
We cleared a second bedroom and bathroom at the end of the hallway. There was a door that led to an attic. We looked at each other. Chance of this old couple having more people in the attic did not seem plausible. Dave volunteered to give it a once-over. I stopped him. “Let me,” I said.
A thin cord dangled just over the third step. Didn’t suspect the attic had windows. I chanced the light and pulled the cord. A naked bulb bounced and swung back and forth from the tug. It cast moving shadows in every corner of the attic. With just my head at floor level, I prairie-dogged it. Gave the room a full 360. Aside from neatly stacked and black marker-labeled boxes, no one was hiding in the attic. Relieved, I turned off the light and went back down the stairs.
“Anything?”
“Nothing. Clear.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Josh and I sat at the kitchen table. Dave had raided the fridge, found left over deep fried chicken and a saran wrapped bowl of mashed potatoes. He pulled a few cans of French cut green beans from the cabinet, added some Italian salad dressing to it, and together, and in silence, we ate a meal.
The front lawn was loaded with what seemed like camped-out zombies. They didn’t seem to be going anywhere. They wondered up and down the driveway, went around the side of the house and explored the backyard, came back and walked up and down the driveway.
It was 4 a.m. We’d sent Dave and Allison to sleep on sofas in the family room about an hour a half ago. No sense all of us staying up. Josh told me to get some sleep too, but I wasn’t interested. When there was a break in zombies, I wanted to be ready to run. Thought it might have lasted a half hour or so. Never expected them to remain.
My gut was in knots. I’d eaten, but feared I’d not be able to keep the food down. It went down easy. Stayed down, too. Mannequin had been an amazing cook.
I held a portrait of Mannequin and her husband. They were a cute old couple. I’d put them in their late 70’s. The way they sat close posing, and the natural smiles they wore, spoke volumes. They were side-by-side on a wood swing bench with an umbrella awning. Behind them was a body of water. Could be Lake Ontario. Didn’t have to be. The sun set on the horizon. The colors were spectacular. The entire photograph made the viewer feel warm and serene. I was half-tempted to go through their things, not just pull the framed photo off the mantel. I wanted to know who they were. Their names, at the very least.
But I also didn’t want to know shit about them.
I set the frame down, the photo facing the table.
I’d seen and learned enough. They were gone. Dead. Together.
“So,” I said, if only to break the silence between us. “You and Dave, you guys from Rochester?”
“Yeah, actually.”
“Family?”
“No. Parents died. Our mother battled cancer most of her life. Lost to it when Dave was around thirteen. Hit our father pretty hard. He sank into a depression. Five years later, to the day--a massive heart attack took him. It’s been Dave and me since then.”
“No aunts, uncles.”
“Couple of each. They were cool to us. Wanted us to visit, and stuff. No one offered to take us in. We were old enough to be on our own and everything. But, with Dave--it hasn’t been easy. He struggles keeping a job. You might not have noticed, but he’s an adult, and he’s a handful.” Josh snickered. I did too.
“Tell me more about Mexico,” Josh said.
We sat in darkness, across from each other. My eyes were so adjusted to the darkness I felt like a cat.
“The government put up that huge wall to keep aliens out of our country,” I said.
“Right, sure.”
“Now the Mexican government is using it to keep us out of their country. The infected anyway. I’m guessing they got guards watching it. Making sure none of us sneak in.”
“You know all of this how?”
“There was something on the radio. Late yesterday. Said something like, the Mexicans couldn’t afford to vaccinate their residents. Or there wasn’t enough vaccination to go around. Something like that. So it’s an uninfected country with an amazing border wall that we installed. Like a fucking fortress, their country,” I said.
Even in darkness, I saw it. His head nodded. But he was looking down at his folded hands on the table.
“What?”
“I mean, theoretically it sounds good.”
“What does that mean? I heard it. It’s what they said.”
“What channel? Who said it?”
“Why is it so hard to believe, Josh?” I said.
“Why is it so easy to believe?”
“I don’t know what your issue is. Yeah, okay. Mexico is a few thousand miles away. Roads are shit. But we’re going there. We’re not infected. We’re going to cross the border, and start a new life.”
“We are?”
This time I shook my head. “My kids and I. You guys can come.”
“The bulk of the outbreak seems to have occurred today, well, yesterday now -- since the sun’s about to rise.”
“Seems that way. Yeah.”
“But I don’t think yesterday was the very first day. I’ve watched the news. All kinds of weird shit was happening across the country the day before. Remember there was that guy on the expressway, was naked, eating some cab drivers face … right out on the road, stopped traffic up for hours.”
“So?”
“That happened in Dallas.”
“Okay, Dallas. Josh, either you have a fucking point, or you don’t.”
“No point.” He stood up.
I slammed my fists on the table. “What was the point, Josh?”
“We’re starting a third day here,” he pointed toward the front of the house. As if he could see a rising sun, or something. I knew what he meant. He was indicating a new day was dawning.
“Yeah, and?”
“And, just think about it. Planes. Cars passing through the border. Thousands of cars pass through that border every day. There’s no way the country doesn’t have infected people in it. Just, there isn’t. This is clearly an epidemic. I’d say turn the TV on, let’s hear what they’re saying, but right now might not be the best time.” Josh walked out of the kitchen. End of conversation.
I sat there. Thinking.
Shit if he didn’t actually have a point.
# # #
Hands on my shoulders woke me. I jumped up. I’d fallen asleep at the table.
“We’re going to move.” Allison knelt beside me.
“They’re gone?” I said.
“All of them. Not sure when, or how long, but they’ve moved on.”
“What time is it?”
“Noon.” I looked around the kitchen. Sunlight filled the house, even with curtains pulled closed. “Why’d you let me sleep so long?”
“You needed it,” Josh said.
“We all did.” Allison stood. “There’s coffee.”
A cup of coffee and a cigarette sounded amazing. Sounded normal. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. No missed anything. I dialed my daughter’s number. Fast busy signal. “Everyone’s ready?”