Cascade box set 2, p.8
Cascade Box Set 2, page 8
She banged on the solid clear surface to try to get any kind of response from inside, but it was useless, her blows didn’t shake the thing she was on top of at all.
Behind her she felt a presence and she turned to see the large blue demonic looking creature. “What do you want from me!” she shouted.
The creature pointed at the crystal covered sarcophagi, and just as Abbey looked back to her fathers face, a booming sound echoed around the building, making her almost lose her grip. She looked back at the creature but it was gone. Again the thundering noise rang out and masonry started to fall from high above.
She raised her hand above her head, as dust rained down on her. She then heard a voice she recognized.
“Abbey?”
She turned. Cal was standing looking at her.
“So this is where you go in your dreams?” he smiled.
“What? Why are you here?” a feeling of unease began to settle inside her.
“Tell Fiona I love her.”
“What? Why can’t you tell her!” She blinked and her words passed through open space. He was gone.
Another huge explosion rattled the ceiling high above. She looked up. The large dome started to crack. She jumped down and ran for the exit, but it was too late. As she looked up the ceiling was falling and there was nothing she could do.
Abbey awoke in the back of an army truck. Around her the sound of explosions and rain invaded her senses quicker than she could make sense of them.
She blinked and tried to talk, but her dry throat got the better of her and her questions fell flat. Opposite and to her side were the people of the Hell fire gang, accept now it had become an army. They had panicked looks on their faces.
“Did you see it? It was huge! Like a giant gorilla!” said one young man with a large gap in his teeth.
A young woman sneered. “It ain’t shit, it’s dead now. Its friend ran off.”
The truck started moving again, making Abbey sway back and forth a little. She had no idea where she was or why she was there. The only thing anyone had told her was she was needed. She hated the idea of being used almost as much as the pain which still pulsated through her left wrist. Always a pawn.
She wanted to push those thoughts away. They were what got her into the mess back when she was working at the DOD and what she did to the satellites. But she knew it was a source of anger and right now she needed that.
The drug they had given her had finally gone through her system, but those around her didn’t need to know that, so she allowed her eyes to close once again while listening.
“She awake?” said the same young woman she had just heard. “Hey! Stupid bitch, you awake yet?” This time her voice was so close Abbey could feel her feted breath on her cheeks.
“I gave her two of those yellow pills, she’s going to be out for a few more hours yet,” said an older male voice to Abbey’s right. From the accent it sounded northeastern. “Unless you wake her up sooner, then you’ll going to have to baby-sit her.”
“Yeah, don’t wake her up Lilly, I don’t want her doing her special power thing and bringing more of those gorillas down on our heads,” said the younger man.
“She so purty, she so purty, that’s all I heard from the guys back at the camp. Well I like a girl with a bit more meat on her!” said the girl.
“When she wakes, why don’t you ask her on a date!” the young man laughed. There was a thump noise. “Oww, damn Lilly why can’t you take a joke?”
“I said she’s not my type dumb ass!”
“I get it, calm down.”
A few seconds of silence passed.
“I still can’t believe Geneva’s gone. You believe he had a heart attack?” said the young man.
“If that’s what Troy and Clovis say, then that’s what happened,” said the older man.
“Yeah but, I know he was like old, but he seemed like he was one of those in-shape old timers.”
Abbey sensed a slight movement to her right. “Brett, I know you got one of those minds that won’t quit, but you need to stop asking questions, okay? You got that?” said the older man.
Abbey heard a subtle disgruntled noise opposite her, but no spoken response.
Geneva’s dead? Who’s Troy? Abbey wanted to open her eyes and try and make those around her see sense. That others did not have to die…
Someone died.
She had awoken from her last dream with a hole in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t just the lack of food or water, but a feeling that a part of her was missing. A distant groan that somewhere out there, something was wrong.
She thought about Zach. That made her feel worse. The idea that something had happened to him wasn’t going to help her in the situation she was now in, so she pushed the disquieting thoughts deep down and focused on the new information she had learned.
She knew the chances of the Hell Fire gang leader having died of natural causes was extremely unlikely, hell even the gang members were questioning it, but either way there was someone new in charge. Maybe he or she could be reasoned with.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Zach sat in the driver’s seat of the Humvee. He briefly looked at Wyatt to his right. “If you sense anything you need to tell me straight away, okay?”
“I know. I’m not sensing anything.”
Behind him sat Fiona. Her jacket top had speckles of blood from where shrapnel had hit her, and her face was covered in dark stains, but apart from that she was unhurt physically.
Why the fuck didn’t he listen!
Emotions of rage and confusion interchanged in Zach’s mind as he drove past the tall dark forms of trees and a moonless sky.
He saw the advertising sign be hit with a shell. When he saw Fiona run towards it, he left the gas station he was in and started after her, but he had only gotten a few yards when the deafening sound of more shells exploded around them. He dived to the ground and looked up and saw the creature get hit multiple times, and the thirty-foot high pole and platform get hit at the same time. He knew instantly Cal was gone, but didn’t know if Fiona had befallen the same fate. Scrambling to get to his feet on the slippery wet grass he ran forward and saw her lying on her back, surrounded by smoking pieces of metal and wood.
By the time he had gotten to her, Michael and Bower were close behind him, and they all lifted her up and got her back to the vehicles. As they did Zach looked back to the splinted mast that Cal was kneeling on and saw his remains lying nearby.
Even though she was concussed she fought with them. Fought for her to go back and rescue Cal even though they all knew that wasn’t possible.
More tank shells rained down on the E.L.F and the huge ape-like creature collapsed backwards onto the ground, sending up a deluge of water from puddles and causing one final shake of the ground around them.
At that point they didn’t know if they had been spotted, so they hid, waiting for the same tank shells that had killed one of their own to fall upon them.
After ten or so minutes, the rumbling from the highway started again, and within twenty minutes the convoy had passed.
By now Fiona had become frantic and hysterical, and had to be restrained, as she still didn’t believe Cal was dead.
Shortly afterwards with the rain still falling in sheets and with the sun completely gone, they were back on the road, this time heading south on highway sixty-five.
Zach wasn’t sure of their destination, he just knew they had to keep moving. At least Camp Bravo knew what was heading their way, and would be at their walls in a day or two. Not being taken by surprise could mean thousands of people could be saved, but he wasn’t sure as he watched the highway flow past him if the sacrifice had been worth it.
He looked up at the mirror to see in the back behind him. Fiona was motionless, her eyes staring but not seeing.
Abbey flashed into his mind and his hand tightened around the wheel. Something was telling him she was still alive, still out there. But how do I find her? The plan had been to get to Columbus and hopefully he would find her there, regardless of what Bower had been told from Core operations. But now it was obvious Geneva was launching a major attack on the camp, and his orders were to return. They needed him. I don’t care.
He went to turn and say something to Cal who was meant to be standing behind him, but stopped. Shaking his head a little, he clicked on his radio. He needed something to break up the silence. “We should turn off to the west soon. Over.”
“I was thinking the same. Over,” replied Bower. There was a slight pause then he continued. “Hayes tells me if we get onto the eighty-four after this next town, that will run us pretty much parallel with the main route west, but be about a hundred miles south of the enemy. Over.”
“Okay, let’s do that. Over.”
Soon they had turned onto the much narrower road as planned. The trees were much closer, and every now and again the convoys headlights would reflect back at them from small ponds and lakes scattered throughout the landscape.
Zach looked up into the mirror again. Fiona’s eyes were closed. She’s asleep, that’s good.
As they moved through a small town, interspersed with high trees that looked down upon them and pretty wooden single story homes, Zach felt Wyatt’s unease to his right. “What is it?” he said looking at him.
“E.L.F’s up ahead.”
Zach clicked on his radio. “There’s E.L.F’s up ahead. Everyone slow. Over.”
He looked back at Wyatt. “Can you tell if they are moving? Heading towards us?”
Wyatt scrunched his face up. “I can’t tell. I have a headache. I dunno, maybe.”
“Maybe they are moving towards us?”
“Yeah.”
“Everyone stop. Over,” said Zach.
Zach pulled the map up that he had near his feet, and looked down upon it with a small flashlight in his hand. “There’s a decent sized river ahead of us, they are probably around there,” he said to not particularly anybody around him.
He heard Fiona swallow behind him and clear her throat. “Give me the map.”
Zach didn’t hesitate in handing it to her. He also went to hand her his flashlight then noticed she had her own.
“There’s no way to cross for miles, this is the only way across unless we go back the way we came,” she said in a slow steady tone.
“We passed some stores and a gas station just a few miles behind us, maybe we should—”
Zach didn’t need Wyatt to finish, as he wanted to take a break as much as the young man did. “Yup, that’s a good idea.” Zach then clicked on his radio. “We’re going to head back to one of those stores we past, and hold up until daybreak. Over.”
“Core wants us back a.s.a.p. Over,” said Bower.
“Core isn’t out here. We don’t know what’s in front of us, other than there’s something there. Let’s find out what it is when we can actually see it. Over.” If Cal had been with them, he might have been willing to risk it, but without him, the better option was to wait.
“Your call Major. Over.”
Slowly each vehicle turned and they drove a short way back along the road until a few buildings past them. One of them was larger than the rest and had a soft drinks machine outside. Zach pulled into the small packing lot out front. Before he had a chance to say anything, Fiona had gotten out. He quickly jumped out and ran around the front of the Humvee as she was walking away.
“Where you going?” he said trying to keep up with her as she walked across the road they had just driven in on.
“I need to be alone Zach.”
“We don’t know what’s out there, those E.L.F’s could—”
“I don’t care.”
Zach looked around nervously at the darkness around them, or worse still what their flashlights could be alerting to their presence.
“Look, I’m just going to be here,” she pointed her flashlight’s beam at a rundown looking small wooden house. “Get back to your people, they need you.”
Zach stopped and watched as she walked up onto the porch of the single story home, opened the door, disappeared inside and closed it behind her.
He took in a deep breath and realized his heart was beating fast in his chest. Turning around he realized everyone was standing looking at him.
He ran back to the vehicles. “Let’s get everyone inside,” he said pointing to the store just a few yards away.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
A few times throughout the night Zach got up and ventured the twenty or so yards across the parking lot, across the road and close to the house that Fiona had decided to escape to. The night had been cold, but he couldn’t feel it. His sleep had been in fits and starts, so when he was awake he thought he might as well make good use of the time to make sure she was safe. It’s what Cal would want.
As he lay, back up against an empty shelf unit, he could see the sun slowly rising, and the dark blue of the night sky slowly become tinged with pinks and oranges. At any other time it would have been a vision of hope, but that was something he was having a hard time holding onto.
Throughout the crazy last few months, Abbey had been his emotional crutch but Fiona was the person that would steady his thoughts. Gave him perspective. As he watched a single cloud float aimlessly across the sky, he knew that help was probably gone, along with the friend which had saved their asses on multiple occasions.
He swallowed and felt his throat tighten as tears started to well up in his eyes. Fuck this, need to stop this feeling sorry for myself bullshit.
He got to his feet and looked about him. It was then he noticed Bower was standing near the entrance looking out with a soda can in his hand.
“Despite the world being dead, the world keeps on turning,” said Bower, his gaze lost in the sky beyond the glass windows. He then turned to face Zach. “There’s a whole bunch of these sodas back there. Taste like cat piss, but it’s better than nothing.”
“Never took you for the philosopher,” said Zach.
Bower smiled. “The end of the world will do that to a man.”
They both heard a noise behind them, and Freeman appeared from the gloom at the back of the store. “Perimeter check completed. Seems clear around here, sir.”
“Good work. Keep the patrols going, change shift every two hours.”
“Yes, sir,” said Freeman walking back from where he came.
Zach looked at Bower. “Thanks for keeping things afloat.”
“That’s my squad’s job,” he then nodded in the direction of the small house that Fiona was in. “She was close to the guy you lost I take it?”
Zach sighed. “Yeah.”
“It’s doubly hard losing someone in the middle of this shit storm. You get through the Cascade and feel you have won the lottery ticket of life, and then something else happens and you still lose.”
“How’d you end up in the camp?”
“I came in from the San Diego camp. Talking of shit storms…”
“I heard it was pretty bad down there?”
Bower crunched his can up with one hand and tossed it to the ground. “That it was.”
Zach noticed the older mans reluctance to go any further into it. “You up for a little scouting mission to the river?”
Bower smiled. “Thought you’d never ask.”
After they both informed their people of where they were going, they both left the mostly white painted building and jogged along the grass where it met the road. Corina Diaz was with them.
A large orange painted bridge was about two hundred yards away. Its riveted beams glinted in the morning sun. They all kneeled, keeping close to the tree line.
“Anything?” said Bower to Diaz.
She briefly closed her eyes. “Nope, nothing. Whatever was here last night has moved on.”
“Then what the hell are we waiting for, let’s get back on the road!” said Bower patting her on the back and standing.
As they approached the store, Zach looked at the small white paint chipped wood of where Fiona was staying. “I’ll be in soon, get everyone ready to move out in twenty.”
Diaz and Bower nodded and he took a deep breath, then walked slowly to the door of the small house.
He knocked gently. There was no audible reply but the door slowly drifted open.
He pushed it further. The interior of the house reflected the exterior, with decor that looked like it belonged to someone previously who had given up on life. A threadbare and stained sofa sat alongside an armchair and a television that looked like it belonged in the 1970s, and along the walls were a number of wooden enameled shelves with glass doors. They housed pictures of people who looked even older than the house.
“Fiona?” he said quietly not really wanting to wake her if she was asleep.
No response came back and his stomach started to fizz with the possibility that she had left during the night. I’m not losing both of them.
He walked onto exposed floorboards that creaked, until he was onto a worn red rug that ran into the small hallway. The door to the only bedroom was open and inside was Fiona. Not on the bed sleeping, but sat at the side of it, with her knees up against her chest.
Her cheeks glistened with fresh tears, and she looked straight ahead, not acknowledging he was even standing a few feet from her.
“Did you get any sleep?” he said.
“I’m not sure… maybe,” her words fell out of her mouth without any emotion.
Zach sat on the floor near her. Each time he went to say something, it felt wrong so instead they both sat in silence. After a few minutes, he could hear engines starting up in the stores parking lot. “We’re moving out. Whatever was at the river seems to have gone.” He slowly stood back up and waited.
“Give me a few minutes.”
He nodded and walked back outside. Most of the soldiers were ready with their packs.
As he walked inside the store to get his things, he passed Bower.
“She okay?”
