Notes from the Edge 05-15-2024

EARTH’S SURVIVOR’S AMERICA the DEAD: BOOK ONE

Based on the series by W. G. Sweet

Episode 6

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AMERICA the DEAD: BOOK ONE

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EARTH’S SURVIVOR’S – AMERICA the DEAD: BOOK ONE

CHAPTER FIVE

When the sun began to peek over the
top of the ridge on the opposite shore of the river everyone filed out to the
two remaining trucks. It had been decided that Conner and Jana would stay
behind while the others went in search of the stolen truck. They switched on
and tested two sets of F.M. Radios.

“The range is normally only about
two miles or so, but it’s not like there’s anything to interfere with them
anymore,” Jake said. “We’ll take three with us and you keep the other here to
monitor us, or if they come back here,” Jake finished.

“Do you think that’s a
possibility,” Jana Adams asked?

“I doubt it, Dear,” James told her
with a reassuring smile. “It’s just to be safe.”

Conner walked over to Katie. Her
eyes met his. He kissed her softly and her arms slipped around him.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, “I’ll
be careful… And I’ll make sure they’re careful too.” She kissed him and pulled
back.

Conner stared at the face of the
two way radio for a long second, and then watched her get into the Suburban.
James got into the front seat with her. Her eyes met his once more and she
smiled reassuringly, then started the Suburban and fell in behind Jake as he
drove the big State truck out across the pavement.

Conner and Jana stood quietly as
the two trucks drove away. Neither of them wanted to go back inside the gloom
of the old factory. The sun was up and warming the old asphalt of the road
where it passed in front of the building and what little snow remained was
already beginning to melt.

“Left here,” The radio squawked. It
sounded like Lana.

“Behind you,” came an answer that
sounded like James.

Conner shifted the 30-30 Deer rifle
he held in one hand and thumbed off the strap that held his Nine Millimeter in
his web holster. Jana Adams grimaced and then thumbed the safety off the
shotgun she was holding. A short clip protruded from the base of the shotgun,
just forward of the trigger. She had two more clips in a small pouch on her
side as well as a fully loaded Three Eighty in a tooled leather side holster
she wore.

What must we look like, Conner
thought. Aloud he said, “They’ll be fine.”

“Really,” Jana Adams asked? “I
truly hope so. I truly do.”

~

The next twenty minutes went by
slowly. Occasional squawks of directions came from the radio, and in the
distance the sound of both trucks could still be heard. The silence broke all
at once.

The radio squealed in Conner’s
hand. One word jumped clearly from the static… “Jesus!”… Conner couldn’t tell
from whom. A crashing sound accompanied it, and in the far distance gunfire
erupted in the still, previously quiet morning air.

The squeal from the radio abruptly
cut off and it fell back to low static. In the distance the sound of gunfire
continued for what seemed like ten minutes, but was probably no more than
thirty or forty seconds in reality. Conner keyed the radio, ”Katie,” he
screamed. “Katie?”

Gunfire broke out again in the
distance. The fast… POP, POP, POP of semi automatic gunfire, but the
sharp Crack of a heavy rifle as well. No answer came back over the radio. Jana
Adams made a small strangled sound in the back of her throat and a low sob
slipped from her mouth. “No, God, no,” she whispered.

“It’s alright, Jana,” Conner told
her. He didn’t believe it himself but it was what you said. It was how you lied
to yourself when you were pretty sure that things were far from fine. Life
didn’t work that way in his experience. The gunfire had stopped but the radio
maintained its teasing static, as his mind continued to assure him that nothing
at all was right, and nothing ever would be again. Just as he had the thought
the radio in his hand squawked once again.

“You guys okay,” a panicked
sounding James asked.

“We’re good… We’re good, base.
We’re all good. Everything’s okay,” Jake answered.

Beside Conner, Jana broke into a
sob. He reached over and pulled her close to him. “It’s okay,” he soothed.
“They said they’re all okay,” Conner repeated dumbly like the words were some
magic mantra.

“I need you to come over here,”
James said over the radio in a tight, controlled voice. Fear quickly spiked in
Conner’s heart.

“Yeah… Uh, you need… Uh, yeah…
Okay… We’re coming… We’re on the way,” Jake replied.

Conner pressed his button down.
“What is it,” he asked? He spoke with more calm than he felt. “What’s going
on?”

“Conner… Conner, we got a little
problem here… Give me a second and I’ll get right back to you,” Jake told him.

“Standing by.” Conner forced
himself to say. Now Jana was hugging him and the fear gripped his heart hard,
refusing to let go.

~

“I’ll kill you, I will,” The kid
said. He held his gun sideways like some banger kid from a bad Hollywood movie.
Blood trickled slowly from one nostril, as well as from several deep cuts up
the left side of his face. His eyes were focused and hard.

“No,” Katie said quietly. Her own
forty five was held in both hands aimed at the kid’s chest. He looks like he’s
only about thirteen… Fourteen, she corrected.

The kids lip curled at her. “You
think I won’t do it, Bitch? I will… I will, Bitch… I’ll do it.”

“No,” Katie repeated quietly. “I
drop it and you shoot anyway. No way, Kid. No way.” She watched as James
shifted to his right, drawing farther away from Katie so the kid couldn’t keep
both of them in sight.

“Stop Fuckin’ Movin’! Stop fuckin’
movin’!” the kid suddenly screamed. The gun barrel wavered a little, nervously
jittering up and down. The kid’s finger lightly, compulsively caressing the
trigger as Katie watched.

Jake and Lana worked their way up
silently behind the kid, past the bodies that lay on the ground. One a young
girl.

Behind Jake, Lana dropped the
barrel of her gun and sighted on the kids back. Jake stared at her dumbly for a
second and then followed suit.

The seconds played out as the blood
continued to slowly leak from the kids face. His tongue darted out and tasted
it where it ran from his nose. He tried to push it away from his lips where it
ran and dripped down onto his chin.

“Last chance, Bitch,“ he said. He
bought the barrel of his gun down towards her. At the same time James took
another step sideways. The kid’s eyes darted to James. The gun dipped and
swiveled towards him. “I told you…,” he began.

All four guns spoke at once and the
kid seemed to do a quick tap dance before the gun fell from his hand without firing.
He tried to suck in a breath but collapsed onto the dirty asphalt instead.

Before anyone could react the
silence was split by a scream from across the river. A young boy stood
silhouetted by the rising sun on the opposite side of the river facing them.
Something shifted from his side. “I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you… You killed
my brother,” the boy screamed in a high falsetto. His arms came up quickly.

“Hit the ground,” Katie yelled as
the kid opened fire with the deer rifle he had in his hands.

Everyone hit the dirt except Lana
whose face registered astonishment as she turned slowly to the river to face
the kid.

Katie yelled again as she raised
herself to both cut and bruised elbows and began to fire back across the river.

The kid managed three shots before
Katie hit him. He slowly toppled over and splashed into the river. Lana stood.
Her mouth open wide. Staring across the river to where the kid had been.

Katie raised her eyes to where Lana
stood and they caught on the ragged, gaping hole blown through the back of her
t-shirt. She continued to stand. Seeming to still be looking out over the
river. Her mouth working.

“Lana,” Katie whispered.

Lana slowly turned, her mouth still
working but silent. A small neat hole wept blood down the front of her shirt.
Her chest hitched and her eyes fluttered.

Jake lunged to his feet, his eyes
dazed, and ran to her catching her as she slumped forward. Her eyes flickered
once more as he eased her to the ground.

A small tight smile came to her
mouth… “Killed me,” she wheezed. Her eyes closed and her chest stopped
its struggle for breath.

~

The silence seemed to go on forever
as Conner and Jana waited. Sudden gunfire erupted in the distance again. Jana
moaned and Conner pulled her closer to him. “Ssss alright,” Conner told her.
”Alright.” He didn’t believe it anymore than he had the last time he’d said it.
The burst of gunfire came and went just that quickly and then silence fell hard
on the still morning air.

Jana held herself rigidly. Conner
could feel her tremble against him. He patted her head. A stupid, useless,
meaningless thing to do, he told himself, but he continued nonetheless. Patting
her head and stroking her hair. Useless, but if nothing else it seemed to help
calm him.

He drew a deep breath and the radio
squawked. “Conner,” James asked?

Conner took a deep breath and
swallowed hard before he trusted his voice to answer. Jana let go of her breath
in a deep whoosh and drew in a long, deep shuddering breath. Conner stroked her
hair once more.

“Yeah,” Conner answered quietly.

“It’s bad,” James’s voice broke as
he spoke. “It’s bad, Conner, It’s bad.”

In his head Conner was already
hearing the words he didn’t want to hear. He had heard everyone’s voice except
Katie’s. It only stood to reason… Still, he didn’t want to hear it.

“It’ll be okay,” Jana told him. She
pulled him tight. Her own hands trying to pull his head against her breast.
“Conner… It’ll be okay.”

“It’s Lana,” James said. His voice
choked with emotion.

“Katie,” Conner asked? He hated
himself for asking. He hated the weakness in his voice. How could it be Lana,
he asked himself. I just heard her voice. How could it be?

“I’m here, Babe,” Katie said
through the crackle of static. Behind her voice they could hear what sounded
like sobbing. The sobbing came across clearly as she stopped talking. “We’re on
our way back… We’re coming back… It’s over,” Katie said. She held on to the
button for a split second longer. The smooth silence spitting quietly, then the
radio in Mikes hand went back to solid static once more.

~

“Be careful, Honey. Be careful.”
Mikes voice came through the radio in her hand. She nodded, and then keyed the
mic. button, “I will. We’re coming back.” She looked around her.

Jake sat cradling Lana in his arms.
Bright, thick blood covered the ground under her chest and the side of Jake’s
pants leg. The three other bodies lay close by. James stood, ashen faced, his
gun still held tightly in one hand.

The pickup truck idled noisily
about a hundred yards away from where Katie stood. The doors hung open. The
Suburban and the State truck rumbled from behind her. Maybe, she thought, five
minutes had passed since they had spotted the truck and stopped behind them.
The kids had come out shooting. Just like in the movies, Katie thought. Exactly
that. Hell! They had acted like it was a movie. Five minutes and four people
dead. She shook her head slowly.

Jake looked up from the ground and
met Katie’ eyes.

“Let’s get her in the truck, okay,
Jake,” She said softly.

Jake’s head slowly nodded.

“What… What about these… These
others,” James asked?

“Fuck them,” Jake rasped. “Fuck
them! They can rot right there. They’re not going in the truck!” He looked at
Katie defiantly.

“Okay,” Katie agreed. “Okay…
James?” She waited until James’s eyes left Lana’s body. “Help Jake with Lana?”

James nodded and started towards
Jake

“No,” Jake said quietly. “Don’t
need help.” He swiped a blood covered hand across his eyes, leaving a bright
smear of scarlet across his forehead as he did. “I’ll do it. I’ll take care of
her.” His voice shook at the last, but he got to his feet carefully holding
Lana in his arms and headed for the pickup truck.

“James,” Katie said, motioning to
the bodies.

James looked at her questioningly.

“In the river… We can’t just leave
them here.”

James nodded and together they bent
to pick up the first body.

A few minutes later Katie let the
last body slip from her hands and plunge over the cliffs and into the river far
below. She turned her palms upright and stared at them for a second.

“Katie,” James said. She nodded and
followed James back to the truck.

Jake sat behind the wheel; Lana
slumped on the passenger seat, her head resting against Toms shoulder. “You
okay to drive,” she asked?

Jake nodded. His eyes met her own.
They were red and tears perched on the bottom lids waiting to spill down his
cheeks. He cleared his throat, started to speak, and then cleared his throat
once more. “I’m going to drive out of the city… There’s a small little place
out by the west side of the lake… My parents grew up there… There’s a cemetery
there…” He trailed off and Katie saw the tears that had been perched on his
lower lid begin to course their way down his cheeks. He started to speak again,
shook his head and gave up momentarily. Katie turned her eyes up to the clear
blue morning sky and waited. Jake’s voice came to her quietly a few minutes
later as she watched the empty sky.

“There’s a shed… In the Cemetery… I
thought.” His voice choked up again.

“Yeah. Yeah,” Katie said softly.
“You go… We’ll stop and get Jana and Conner… They’ll want to be there.”

Jake nodded. His hand fell to the
shift lever on the steering column. His eyes tear filled and overflowing swept
up to her once more.

“You’ll be okay to get there,”
Katie asked?

Jake nodded, not trusting his voice
to speak. He turned his eyes back to the road.

Katie nodded. “We’ll meet you
there.” She stepped away from the truck and watched as Jake pulled slowly away.

Conner March 15th

It’s been a very long day in more
ways than one. We are five now. Lana is gone. It’s crazy but true. Jake is in
bad shape. Sitting by the fire. Reading Lana’s diary.

We buried her today, a little place
outside of the city. There’s a cemetery there right by the lake. Jake’s parents
are buried there. Now Lana is also. It took a lot of work; the ground is still
frozen a few feet down. It could’ve been worse. If everything wasn’t melting we
would’ve had a much harder time digging the hole. Jake couldn’t bring himself
to do it. James and I did it.

To make the explanation short, we
were ambushed. I shouldn’t say we. I wasn’t even there. Neither was Jana. We
were left behind to watch the factory building.

It started in the night; these kids
came and stole one of our trucks. We didn’t know they were kids of course. It
turned into mess. Three kids are dead too. Young kids, what a waste. We don’t
even know why they did it. Why they chose to shoot at the others. None of it.

Everyone is messed up, me included.
Jana too. Because we weren’t there. But it’s over. This part’s over, but really
it’s not over at all. I don’t know what’s next. None of us do. The day has
already lasted fifteen hours so far. The sun doesn’t seem to be moving at all.
We don’t know what to make of it. Everyone just wants to get past this day. For
it to be over.

Lana’s Diary March 15th

Lana is gone. They took her. I
can’t believe it, it’s like a nightmare. I can’t deal with it. I won’t forget
it. Jake.

The Cold Lake Shore

The moon rode high in the sky.
Frost gleamed from the freshly turned dirt that lay scattered across the gravel
of the road that lead into the cemetery. Silence held and then a scraping came
from the ground. Muffled. Deep.

At the edge of the woods eyes
flashed dully in the over-bright moonlight. Shapes shifted among the trees and
then emerged from the shadows onto the gravel roadway. One dragged a leg as he
walked. Clothes already rotted and hanging in tatters. A second seemed almost
untouched; a young woman maybe a little too pale in the wash of moonlight. She
walked as easily as any woman. Stepping lightly as she went. The third and
fourth moved slower, purposefully as they made their way to the freshly turned
soil. They stopped beside the grave and silence once again took the night. No
sounds of breathing. No puffs of steam on the cold night air.

“Do you think…?” The young woman
asked in a whisper.

“Shut up,” the one with the
dragging leg rasped. His words were almost unintelligible. His vocal cords
rotted and stringy. The noises came once again from the earth and the four fell
silent…Waiting…

Her hand broke through into the
moonlight, a few minutes later her head pushed up and then she levered her arms
upward and began to strain to pull herself up and out of the hole. She noticed
the four and stopped. Her pale skin nearly translucent, her blond hair tangled
and matted against her face and neck. Her lips parted. A question seeming to
ride on them.
“It’s okay,” the young woman whispered, “it’s okay.” She and one of the older
ones moved forward, fell to their knees and began to scoop the dirt away from
her with their hands.

“It’ll be okay,” Lana mumbled
through her too cold lips.

“It will. It will,” the young woman
repeated.

March 16th

Conner sat quietly on a small pile
of brick outside of the factory entrance and watched the sun come up. Forty-three hours from sunrise to sunrise. It made no sense at all, at least not to
him.

The air was warm, not warming, but
warm. And a heavy haze hung on the horizon where the sun was beginning to rise.
Northwest still, but it didn’t seem as far to the west as it had been just a
few days before.

We need something to track that, he
thought. And then, maybe not. After all, what good would it do to know if it
was a little more to the East or the West or whatever?

His thoughts were broken by a soft
step beside him. He turned as Katie came up beside him carrying two mugs of hot
coffee. She handed him one of the mugs and then settled beside him.

“Thank you,” Conner said. She
smiled back and then blew lightly at the hot coffee in her mug. Steam lifted
off the rim of the cup as she did. “How long,” She asked finally, and then took
a small sip.

“Forty-three… Give or take a few
minutes.” He kissed her lightly on one cheek.

“What was that for,” She asked with
a smile.

“Because I wanted to,” Conner told
her. He blew on his own coffee and then took a small sip.

“You okay,” she asked in a more
serious tone. Her eyes met his.

“Yeah. It… I don’t think it’s sunk
in yet.” She nodded.

“It’s like,” he continued, “when my
parents were killed. I knew it. I accepted it as well as I could, but there was
really no time to process it… Or maybe I refused to process it…. Anyway, it was
years later before I ever really dealt with it. That’s what this reminds
me of. Someday, once this all settles down, we’ll process it. Until then I
think we’re just on cruise control.”

“What was it,” She asked softly.

“Car accident. It was fast. For
them anyway.” He seemed sad thinking about it.

“My mother died a few years ago. My
dad right after her. They were older when they had me. Hard life… Bad genes.
Heart attacks for both of them,” she finished quietly.

“I’m sorry,” Conner said. “It must
have been hard.”

Katie nodded. “So, I know about the
taking the time to process it later thing. I don’t think I’ve dealt with all of
it yet. And this,” She lifted her eyes and swept them across the sky, the
river, the rocks, the road that ran past the factory building and the cliffs
that rose on the other side of the river. Her eyes settled on the sunrise.
“This isn’t over by a long shot. Who knows how or when it will end? I guess
we’ll deal with what we can and keep the rest moving… You know?”

“Yeah… They were just kids though…
Even Lana,” Conner said.

Katie nodded. “But they weren’t
sweet little innocent kids. I’ve seen gang bangers all of my life. I grew up
with that. It’s really a way of life. Sometimes, for some kids, it’s the only
way of life there is. I ran myself for a while…” She frowned.

“All I’m saying is they weren’t
sweet little innocent kids. And believe me nothing you could’ve said, had you
been there, would’ve changed anything. Believe me. I tried to talk to one of
them. No good. And the other one I shot didn’t even bother to try talking.”

Conner nodded, took an experimental
sip from his mug, then a longer satisfying drink. “I see it,” he said. “This
city has a lot of drug trade what with the base so close by. I’ve never been in
a gang or knew what one was really about until I was introduced to that life in
L.A. as a kid. When I came back here, I saw more and more of it. Now it’s
everywhere you look.” He seemed startled for a moment. “Was… Was
everywhere you looked,” he added thoughtfully.

“There is still good in the world…
This didn’t just take the good people and leave the bad,” Katie said. She took
another long sip from her coffee. Her eyes met Conner’s own; he leaned over and
kissed her lips softly. She smiled and took the coffee mug from his hands, set
it down, took his hands and pulled him to his feet.

“Come on,” she said and kissed
him once more. Conner kissed her back and pulled her body closer to him. His
hands encircled her waist and rested on her hips. Her tongue probed gently as
her own hands found the back of his head. She drew back, giggled and then
pulled him toward the river and the screening growth of trees and bushes
farther down the road.

~

March sixteenth, Conner thought,
would always be remembered as the day that didn’t quite happen. The sun never
really rose. A half-light lit the sky for the next forty-two hours, but the sun
itself never made an appearance through the thick, black clouds that blocked
off the sky from horizon to horizon. Dark and moving swiftly across the skies.

The sun seemed to creep around the
perimeter of the horizon, from the West where it first appeared, to the East
where it finally sank, setting the sky on fire with its pink-red light only to
fade away without ever actually rising.

The air became warmer throughout
the day and what little snow that remained melted away. Everyone noticed a
queasy feeling in their stomachs, and a few commented on feeling something
similar a few weeks back right after the first earthquakes had hit.

As the day wore on a fine gray ash
began to fall from the skies. The skies grew even darker as the ash fell down
faster like dirty snow.

After several hours the landscape
around the building looked as though everything was covered with a thick coat of
dust. Everyone fashioned cloths around their mouths to avoid breathing in the
thick haze of ash.

The ash was followed by a slow
dirty rain that turned the piles of ash into a slushy, runny kind of mud. And
just before the sun finally fell in the East the rain began to fall harder, the
air turned cold, then colder still, and lightening began to stab at the gray
and sullen skies above the old building.

~

Everyone huddled around the fire on
the factory floor, talking very little. They shared a meal of canned beef stew
and crackers. The stew was hot and drove away the cold that had returned, but
it did nothing to lift their spirits.

 

James offered to take the first
watch, Conner volunteered for the next and Jake offered to take it from there
if the sun wasn’t up.

Conner held Katie in his arms and
drifted off to sleep thinking about what the day might mean and what the
morning down by the river with her had been like.

Jake March 16th

I’ve never kept anything like this
in my entire life. I don’t know why I am, really, because when the rest go I’ll
be staying.

I can’t even give a good reason for
staying, except that there’s shelter here, and I know there are other people
here also.

I know that all the others are
going. They’ll follow Conner. What can I say or do about that?

I feel so responsible about what
happened to Lana. She was just a kid. A kid, Jesus. I can’t really think
rationally about it. I can’t deal with it. I can’t believe how fast and how
deep my feelings went. I’ve heard about things like that, but I had never
experienced something like that before Lana. I’ve heard that can happen in
relationships that are formed in situations like this. Crisis… What else could
be like this? Nothing. Anyway, I didn’t believe it could work like that, but it
did.

I thought she would be here with
me. They could go, she would be here. I could deal with that. This has almost
made me cave in and say yes to going. But I can’t do it. Something inside of me
won’t let me do it. It’s not that I don’t respect Conner or like him. I was a
little jealous, maybe still am, a little. I had a thing for Katie, and I still
do. That’s another reason I can’t go. I would end up hating him. Her as well.
But it’s not really any of that. I have to run my own railroad. That’s all.
Very lame. Probably very dangerous in this new world too.

Maybe I can change. I’m open to
that. What I’m really hopeful for is other people. When the other four leave I
don’t want to be alone. I spent the first few days of this alone, I didn’t like
that. I don’t want to go back to that.

How do you develop such deep
feelings for someone so fast? Right now, I’m trying to get past that. I guess
what I need to do is freeze everything else out for now.

I don’t know what to say about how
I felt about Katie, or how I still feel. And I can’t explain how I could feel
that way about her and still feel the way I did about Lana. Am I kidding
myself? Was Katie just temptation and Lana the real thing? No. That’s hard to
say but true. I would have walked away from Lana for Katie in a heartbeat. That
makes me feel even worse about things. Even so, I loved her… Love her.

As far as this journal goes, I
can’t share it. I don’t think I can write deep, personal things about myself
and then share them with anyone… I never could… I won’t begin now. But I can
write them here. I can see where this can help me to work through things. Help
me deal with this. This can bring me through this, just writing it out. So, I’ll
do it for that reason and no other.

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