The Dead Years Series Box Set Page 2

  These parents were just as alarmed at the events of the day as she was; they were just less concerned with what the other parents thought of them.

  “Screw it.” Deciding she didn’t care either, she dialed Mason again to let him know she was headed to the school to bring Justin home. She figured he could help her pack a few things and as soon as Mason arrived she would try to convince him that her father had some insight and they should heed his warning and head out of town.

  Mason’s phone went to voicemail once again. April typically would have just hung up, although she wanted him to know where she was if he got here before she got back.

  “Mason, it’s me, there is some weird stuff going on over at the school. I’m going over to bring Justin home. If you get here before I get back, the front door will be unlocked…Please hurry.”

  Before heading out, April grabbed the television remote and powered it up. She promised herself earlier that she would not watch any more coverage; however, she wanted to be sure there wasn’t any new information.

  Most of the network stations were now off the air. April flipped through the last of the local stations and came upon a disturbing feed that was playing on a loop showing a crowd of deranged people stampeding two middle aged women trying to get into the grocery store. She had to turn away and instantly hit the off button before she witnessed another second.

  “What in the world is happening?”

  3

  Pushing through the doorway, Susie’s Café managed less than half of its usual midafternoon crowd. He could easily count the twelve patrons spaced randomly throughout the interior without looking obvious. A lone television buzzed at the far side of the bar with two of the customers seated nearby intently bickering over the images flickering from the lighted box. The cherry red booths and royal blue bar stools held a confusing contrast to the pearl white linoleum countertops that were certainly an afterthought due to the three ownership changes that occurred within the last few years. “The meals prepared in my kitchen are what bring people here from two cities over, not the color of my chairs”… at least that’s what Susie always told him. She was probably right.

  As Randy moved to the spot he’d unofficially reserved years ago, well before he moved to the neighborhood, the thick smell of bacon carried from the kitchen, giving him hope that breakfast was still on the menu. This end of the bar would typically be the last area filled, even during times of higher traffic. Most days the skylight directly above focused a solid swatch of sunlight on this area of the bar for the better part of the day. Others avoided it at all costs, although Randy looked forward to his time in the sun each day enjoying the best breakfast in the county.

  Sliding in behind the stool and peering into the kitchen, he hadn’t yet spotted her. She was the second half of the variant that equaled his frequenting this building no less than three times per week. Always alone and only on the days she worked, Randy made “Breakfast with Trina” a regular part of his life. Her close-fitting “Susie’s Cafe” t-shirt and worn denim that bottomed out into her gravely worn sneakers caught his eye the very first time she sidled up to introduce herself and take his order. Leaving him speechless on more than one occasion, her eyes and southern drawl convinced Randy she was something special and her never ending smile closed the deal. As she came through the doors of the kitchen and turned toward him, she wasn’t smiling.

  Dabbing the perspiration from her forehead, Trina hurried along behind the bar, ignoring the two men motioning for her to join them in front of the television. Hurrying along, she stood eighteen inches from Randy, biting her lower lip to keep it from quivering as she began to cry.

  “Trina… are you… what’s the matter?”

  Wiping the tears away and attempting to compose herself she said, “My dad, he’s… my mom just called and he’s… he’s gone.”

  He couldn’t find anything to say to comfort her, this wasn’t his forte. He knew she needed someone and he was the closest thing she had to a friend at the moment. “I’m sorry Trina, you should probably go be with your family, can one of the others…”

  “I can’t leave; I’m the only one here and Susie won’t be back for a few hours. I can’t do this. My father is everything to me.”

  Taking a chance, Randy leaned in and took both of her hands into his. “I’ll hang the closed sign on the door and we can let everyone know you’re shutting down soon. Once they finish their meals you can get out of here. Susie won’t mind… she adores you.”

  “Thank you Randy, although I can wait until she gets back. My parents live almost a hundred miles away and I couldn’t leave until tonight anyway.”

  “Ok, let me know if I can help,” Randy said.

  “You already…”

  Gasps and cries from the far end of the bar interrupted, as four additional patrons gathered near the television, one of the older gentlemen openly weeping into his hands. Looking confused, the group didn’t speak as the images rolled on.

  Pushing away from the counter, Trina turned and started toward the group. “I’ll be right back,” she said.

  Randy watched as the remaining customers all stood and pushed in behind the others, attempting to see what was so concerning. They spoke in low tones and appeared to be confused as to what they were seeing. “I’m leaving,” one of the men said as he dropped two twenty dollar bills onto the counter. “Keep the change.” He was out the door before anyone could answer.

  Randy was curious, although wanting to give Trina a moment before getting involved, he paused at his end of the bar and watched the man run into the parking lot. The surrounding businesses appeared to be having a similar problem as customers began piling out of every doorway and into the surrounding parking lots.

  Turning to Randy, Trina’s look of sorrow had sunk into horror. “Randy… what is this?”

  Making his way across the diner as the others turned from the television and followed the first man out the door, Randy stood speechless, staring at the video feed of three security guards attacking an elderly female shopper. The woman was knocked to the ground from behind as they attacked, not with handheld weapons, but their actual hands and mouths. The grainy video feed cut in and out as the three men appeared to fight one another, ripping shards of flesh and muscle tissue from the woman as she slipped into the grips of death.

  Setting aside the thick cast iron pot, George made his way out of the kitchen, pulled off his apron and hung it along the wall with the others. Randy motioned for the cook to join them as he flipped through the many news stations, each covering similar stories from different parts of the country. “What’s going on, where’d everyone go?”

  Transfixed by the images that somehow opened a memory he thought was locked away, Randy shook free and returned his attention to Trina and George. “This is bad… REAL bad.”

  Moving around the counter as the situation outside escalated; Trina dropped the large glass pitcher and pointed through the windows at the menace heading toward them. “Randy, is that what you meant by real bad?”

  Before he had time to turn from the television, the first body launched through the café window and into George.

  4

  April’s father was a great man, sometimes too great for Mason to even stomach. He knew April loved him, but he also knew their marriage would continue to be an uphill battle as long as her father continued to add fuel to the fire.

  Putting that aside, Mason knew better than to doubt this man. He knew April’s father was some sort of military big shot; he just had no idea what kind. He figured it was better not to ask as it would have just led to some sort of discussion about why he couldn’t measure up… it always did.

  Mason dropped the phone into his backpack and headed for the exit. Walking down the row of treadmills, he made sure to turn down the lights in each section of the club. Rounding the corner and making his way out, Mason nearly tripped over the front desk chair as he couldn’t believe the events taking place in the parking lot.

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bsp; Through the giant glass windows that made up the front entrance of the club, Mason was horrified at what he was seeing. The club members and employees that had left only moments before were being run down and attacked by these savages that seemingly came out of nowhere. People were running, falling, and literally being torn apart by these things.

  One of heavier men who only ten minutes before walked out the front door in a hurry to get to his car and vacate the area was now in a flat out sprint back toward the facility. He missed the step up onto the curb, went down hard, and slid face first into the glass entrance. The closed doors acted as a dead end for this man as three of those things were on him in seconds.

  Mason’s first reaction was to head toward the door and offer some sort of help, although the huge glass wall thirty feet in front of him was offering the only line of protection for him at this point. What kind of help was he going to offer anyway? These things seemed to be much stronger and looked as if they were literally feeding on anyone who came into their line of sight.

  He figured there must be at least a hundred of them outside. While trying to come up with an escape plan, Mason knelt behind the desk not only to get out of sight, but also to block his view of the atrocious scene that lay before him. He had seen enough and needed to clear his head.

  Mason needed to get to April and Justin; if her father was right, it had to be sooner rather than later. He looked back around the side of the desk and the focus of the mob had moved away from the parking lot and grown closer to the building. There had to be a dozen or so bodies pressed up against the glass while being torn apart.

  He knew Tom kept a revolver in the locked cabinet under his desk. Mason got to his feet and made a break for the office. This time the crowd saw him and started pounding against the glass like a riot at a heavy metal concert. Mason slid into the office and behind the desk. “Not good!” He noticed the drawer open and the gun missing. Tom must have grabbed it on his way out. The pounding continued to escalate until there was a gigantic crash and Mason knew they were now inside.

  Knowing his only option was to run, Mason grabbed his bag from the floor and noticed the revolver just outside the office. It must have fallen out of Tom’s bag as he left in such a hurry.

  Mason could hear the pounding footsteps getting closer as he grabbed the gun and continued to sprint toward the staircase at the back of the building that led to the roof. There was no other way out. Mason feared he would be trapped inside and eaten alive.

  As he reached the stairs, the horde was only yards away from him and closing in fast. Mason refused to look back as he knew that would slow him down. As he pushed himself up the stairs with his legs he also used the handrail to pull himself toward the top in an attempt to move that much faster. Mason feared he would trip or miss a step and that would be it.

  He didn’t want to die here on this staircase. As he reached the top, he prayed the exit wasn’t locked. He looked back and was pleased when he realized he had put some distance between himself and the deranged crowd. As he glanced over his shoulder before reaching the door, it looked as if those things were falling over each other to get up the stairs first.

  Thankfully, the door to the roof was unlocked. As he burst through the door and onto the rooftop, Mason was momentarily blinded as the sun had broken through the clouds and was now drying what little rain had fallen.

  As his sight became clear again, he twisted from side to side taking it all in. Every area, as far as the eye could see looked like a war zone. There were fires covering large parts of the city, car alarms sounding every few seconds, and screams of terror filling what little silence there was.

  “What is this?” he said aloud.

  Mason remembered the vacant furniture store to the right had closed six months ago and might still be untouched as he couldn’t see any turmoil coming from that direction.

  As the crowd reached the door to the roof, Mason put his head down and sprinted in the direction of the vacant store.

  “This may have been a terrible idea.”

  The distance he needed to jump now appeared much farther than he remembered. He knew if he didn’t clear the large space between the two buildings that he would fall the thirty plus feet to the ground below and at the very least break his legs and become food for these monsters.

  With only twenty feet before the edge and adrenaline coursing through every ounce of his body, he could actually feel their footsteps coming from behind.

  Mason dug in to increase his speed and with his last step he launched himself over the gap.

  5

  Every news outlet had either gone dark or started running a constant loop of the destruction set about that day. Station management and personnel headed to their perspective homes, or at least made an attempt to. The internet, and in particular, video sharing sites were overrun with more uploads per minute than they were used to seeing in a day. Traffic to these sites spiked within minutes and most crashed their servers before the worst of the videos were viewed. If you were unlucky enough to gain access to the images reproduced for the world to see, you quickly realized our planet had gone to hell. No area was safe and those who ran or hid only prolonged the inevitable.

  The only computer this house shared fought with its equally aged internet connection. It struggled to buffer even the shortest of videos and as Savannah searched for information, the two men she was told to call brothers scavenged what supplies they could. Her Uncle Gene and Aunt Joanne were forced to sit quietly at the table while their nephews raided their home.

  “Jason, what are doing? Take what you want and leave us alone… please!” Gene said.

  “Shut up old man. I’ll let you know when we’re done and then maybe we’ll leave.”

  Intent on finding some form of silver lining, Savannah took to searching forums and social media for any information on what the government and specifically the military wanted its citizens to do. “Lance, what does this mean?” Savannah asked, trying to curb the destruction of her aunt’s belongings.

  “Whatta you want. We got things to do. Randy’s place is next. Can’t you figure it out on your own?”

  “There is a website that has video feeds from a few different military bases and from what I can see they all look empty, like everyone’s gone. You think they’re coming to help?”

  Stepping back into the room, Jason moved in quickly and pulled Joanne up by the collar and shoved her backward into the wall before turning to his uncle. “The police are gone, we already know that. No one… I mean no one is going to come help us out of this mess. It’s every man for himself. Dear uncle, I’m only going to ask you this once. Where are your weapons?”

  Looking across the table at Savannah and then to Lance, Gene began with, “I don’t have any…”

  Pushing away from his aunt, Jason removed the pistol from his waistband and fired one round into Joanne’s foot, sending fragmented flesh and blood in every direction as she collapsed to the floor. Turning back to his uncle, Jason was met with an enthusiastic fist to the chin. He grabbed his uncle’s arm and tossed him to the floor.

  Jumping from her chair, Savannah hurried to her aunt’s side. “Jason, what are you doing? They’re family… have you gone insane?”

  Also caught off guard and confused by the sadistic grin his brother now wore, Lance stepped between Jason and the others. “Dude, slow down. We didn’t come here for this. Let’s get what we need and get out. This isn’t right.”

  “Don’t either of you get it? There isn’t right or wrong anymore. That ended this morning. We are in charge of our own safety now. No one else. Haven’t you seen what’s going on out there? We’ll all probably be dead before nightfall.”

  “They’re family, let’s get the stuff and go… leave them alone.”

  Raising his weapon and pushing the warm barrel to his brother’s temple, Jason shook his head. “Lance, I guarantee you won’t see tomorrow if you talk to me like that one more time.”

  Lance walked away, al
though he continued to stare at his brother as he made his way into the garage.

  Her face flush and blood pulsing out of the massive wound, Joanne began to slide away from consciousness. Savannah slapped her lightly on the cheek. “Auntie, stay awake. We’re going to get you some help. Someone is coming to help, I promise.

  “Get up,” Jason said. “No one is coming to help, especially not for these two. They’re both so old they already have one foot in the grave.” He pulled Savannah away from Joanne and pointed her to the door. “Go with Lance, we’re leaving.”

  “JASON, WE HAVE TO HELP THEM!” Savannah shouted.

  “No we don’t… now go, before I change my mind about you too.”

  She wouldn’t budge and Jason didn’t appear to care as he turned away from her and focused once again on his aunt and uncle. He pulled the acrid stench of spent gunpowder and burnt flesh into his nostrils with two long drags, closed his eyes and savored the moment. Joanne had drifted off, obviously in shock as her husband closed the few feet between them and cradled her in his arms, whispering into her ear. His fate was sealed before he opened the front door for his nephews and although he knew better, he let them in.

  “FOUND THEM…” Lance shouted from the garage. “Let’s go, come on.”

  Standing over the couple, now completely ignoring him and wrapped tightly in their own fate, Jason tapped Gene on the top of the head with the barrel of his nine millimeter demanding attention. “You should have given me what I wanted the minute I asked you for it. You knew how this would end. This is your own fault.”

  Without giving Jason any acknowledgment, Gene spoke quietly as his wife whimpered, crying into his chest. “You have always been a sociopath; this new world is going to be perfect for you. You don’t scare me; my fate was written long before you were born. Get out of my home.”