Hank and Juan's Story

Before looking up Cisco Gonzales to get some bottled water Juan went looking for Nanci. He found her in the ‘back’ of the store where a dozen grills had been set up to act as a makeshift kitchen, Nanci was busy cooking up dinner, which was still several hours away by Juan’s thinking, however he had never cooked for 200 people either. He knew more than half of the grills were set up to smoke all the meat from the deep freeze into a more portable form, dried jerky. The freezers were still working, but they drew a lot of power, Alfonso, their only electrician, didn’t think they could keep everything running, if they could shut down the deep freezers that would allow them to have that much more power for the industrial sized refrigeration units. Men and women had spent quite a bit of the morning reorganizing the refrigerators, packing stuff in for storage as opposed to for display. They had also duct taped all the doors closed to make them more efficient, except for one display door, which they now used as an access point, so they would not have to open and close the fork lift sized door on one side of the refrigerator very often. If the power did go out the deep freeze would be shut down, the food would stay very cold for a few hours, maybe a few days, but they would move as much of it as possible to the refrigeration units, which should be powered by three of the generators on the roof. How long that would last depended entirely on how long they had a fuel supply.

Juan approached Nanci and she smiled tentatively at him from where she was cooking, then frowned as she read his expression. She could always read him like a book.

“I know that look.”, she said in spanish, “It is the look you get when you want to tell me something I am not going to like. What?”

Sighing Juan outlined the plan to scout out the hospital. Nanci looked at him for a minute, her face displaying a variety of emotions from sadness, to anger, to a flushed embarrassment, she finally settled on a cross look of sad anger before she said, “Fine. Go. You don’t have to, but you will, someone else could do this, but you have to be the one. Yes? Always you now. I was proud when you got Segundo, more proud, but I was also happy, I thought maybe you would be sending others out for this, not risking yourself, so I was happy because you would come back dead or as, as, one of them!” Nanci then lowered her head into the dishcloth she held in her hands and started to cry. Acutely aware of the hostile looks the other women in the kitchen were giving him, Juan stepped forward and pulled his wife into a hug. “I will be careful, mi amor. I will come back okay, no one wants to go, if the people they put in charge do not lead, do not take any risks, then they will not be in charge very long. I will be fine, you’ll see. I have to go. I need water for six men, is there any here or do I need to talk to Gonzales?”

Pulling herself away from Juan, Nanci kept the towel to her face and pointed to the deep freeze, her muffled voice said, “We keep some water in there for us to use for cooking and drinking, there are some coolers, just take one, we’ll get another. Be careful Juan! If you don’t come back I shall have to hunt your zombie down and kill it myself!”

Ruffling his wife’s hair and then pulling her in for a quick kiss, Juan turned and headed for the freezer, where several coolers filled with water bottles were sitting, he picked one up and headed out to meet Jack.

Jack was waiting in the parking lot with the ‘men’ he had selected. Charlie was there along with three women, one Hispanic and two gringos. Raising his hands Jack said, “I asked for volunteers, these women all raised their hands first, Terry, Jen, and Mary. A lot of guys wanted to go to, but the women said ‘EQUAL’, so I chose them.”

Charlie had change his pants and t-shirt, there were no bloodstains on them, he carried a rifle, had a pistol in a holster on his belt and had what looked for all the world like a doctor’s little black bag at his feet. Terry was an older white woman, maybe forty, she had a little pudge to her gut, legs like solid oak trees sprung out of her loose grey shorts and she worn an oversized nascar t-shirt, her brown hair and silver earrings offset a face that only a mother could love. To say she was ugly would be an insult to ugly people everywhere. Something was just not right with her face, it appeared to be slightly misshapen, with a large nose, mis-sized eyes and a tight, pursed set of lips that made her face seem unbalanced. In Juan’s experience he had gotten along with ugly women a lot better than pretty women, so her looks didn’t bother him at all, after all he was not going to sleep with this mujer, just ride with her. Jen was also a middle aged woman with raven hair, brown eyes and a slight scar across one of her cheeks, it had faded with age, but was still visible, she had broader hips, but looked like she was an outdoor type, tan skin, hiking shoes, and a shotgun completed her ensemble. Last but not least was Mary, a kid really, she was probably 17 teen and Hispanic, acne had already taken her smooth skin away from her, leaving parts of her face poc marked with scars. Still she was dainty and attractive in body, not rail thin, not pudgy, her brown hair and dark brown eyes were typical of a Hispanic girl, she was wearing a rugged western style shirt, blue jeans and boots. And she was holding the rifle like she knew how to use it. At her belt was a fanny pack, that was bulging and hanging low.

“Si.”, Juan nodded to the women and to Charlie. Behind Jack sat two pickup trucks, both Ford F-150s both white and late model. Very nice. Juan could not wait to get into one of them and crank the air conditioning.

“Good I am driving this one, taking Charlie in the back seat and Jen is riding shotgun. You, get to ride. Terry is driving, you ride shotgun and Mary rides in the backseat. The shotgunners carry shotguns. Funny, huh? The driver has one too, the back seater has a hunting rifle and all of us get pistols and bats. Oh, each of these trucks is benefiting from new CBs, tuned to channel 12 and plugged into the dash, they are not hard wired, maybe Alfonso can get to it when he has time. We have walkie-talkies for each of us too, nice moterolas with a four mile range, finally there are two cell phones in each glove box, charged and ready to go. See Juan? This time we are not going to lose contact with each other or with the ‘home base’. I got one of my guys carrying a cell phone to answer us if we call him, we have to report in every half an hour on the half hour. Divvy up the water and lets get moving.”

The way he said it left no room for arguing, Juan was not going to drive. He waited for Mary to ride in the back seat, saying “After you” to her in Spanish as he opened the door, she looked at him and said, “What? Sorry Juan I don’t speak much Spanish.”

At the drivers door Terry smirked at Juan and said, in fluent Spanish, “Stereo types. You gotta love them huh? I lived in Mexico city for four years when I was younger. The gringa speaks Spanish, the Hispanic speaks none. Pleased to meet you Juan.”

In Spanish Juan answer, “The pleasure is mine.”, Bingo, he liked the dog scaring woman more with each passing second.

Hopping in, Terry continued in English, “I have been to Sky Ridge, so I know the way there, you have been on the highway this morning, so you know more of the local roads, at least for a little ways, we are taking the lead. We haven’t decided who gets to lead on the way back. So? Which way to we go?”

“I would go down to Arapahoe and go west, if it is clear, we could go back via Broncos road to Peoria, I suppose that should be mostly clear, but there was a bad wreck. I think I-25 is clear all the way, some army guys came through there this morning, we think.” Juan explained what had happened on the road that morning and about the pile up, the dead military men in the body bags and how the road appeared to be clear on the southbound lane.

Terry nodded. She drove on the way Juan had said and then started to say something to him, stopped herself, shook her head, then started again, “Juan, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you think this happened? You religious? Is this Armageddon? What made this happened?”

Shit, Juan thought, “I don’t know. I don’t really want to think of it too much Terry. We got to live first if we get to a safe place, maybe we can think of why stuff happened later.”

“You know when it started? I heard that guy on the radio, Blake the Snake, he said that the dead have overrun most of the city, you hear him talk yet?”

Seeing Juan shake his head she turned on the radio and tuned the dial to what appeared to be the only station playing. There was a man on the station giving directions on how to get out of town.

Terry looked at Juan and said, “He does more than that, he tells how to kill them, how to keep your water safe, gives highway reports. I haven’t had a lot of chance to listen to him today, I was on zombie killer squad, watching them come up to the lines of cars, then we club em to death as they try to get over the cars. We had radios going full blast listening to the guy, but then this morning we got mob rushed, not too long after you came in. Not everyone knew what was going on ‘cause the radios were so loud. Jack made us turn them all down so we could at least hear each other screaming, we decided it would be better not to have the distraction, so we left them off.”

“He say where he thinks they all came from?”

“No, he doesn’t, but he has callers who do, everything from government secret labs, to aliens to Armageddon, you went out after leaving a safe place, you opinion matters more to me than some guy hiding in his basement. Sure we all had to deal with them to get to the Club, but you are the only one who left the Club after you got there. Twice now. Why Juan?”

“I can’t really say, I am just doing what has to be done. Why did you come?”, turning in the seat a little he looked back at Mary, “Why did you come too?”

Terry answered first, “I wanted some of your fame, I wanted it to rub off on me. I didn’t want to be afraid, you don’t look afraid to me.”

“Me?”, asked Mary, “I was just tired of moving cars and clubbing zombies. I would rather shoot zombies than club them. I am better at it and my arms don’t get so tired.”

“Really? How did you get to the club?”, asked Terry, glancing in the rear view mirror.

“I am from Castle Rock, I belong to a gun club and we had a shoot on Sunday. My mom let me off school on Monday, we had a shooting match up in Laramie on Sunday, took second place for my age too, regionals, so that is pretty good. We got back late on Sunday night, slept through the first part of all this. We knew something was wrong when we went out to get Mcdonald’s they got Shelly, my friend, I made it back to the house, but for what? I waited for her parents to come home, called my parents at work, at home, everywhere, nothing. No one answered. After a couple of days I set out to go home, to see for myself what happened to my family. I was so scared, there was this one that was in the back yard, he was, like I dunno, like a business guy or something, only dead. I had heard Blake on the radio, saying how to kill them. I knew I had to do this guy in the back, if I could take him out, how would I ever take any of the other out? I made it easy, opened the bathroom window in my friends house so I could see the zombie, sighted him in with my friends’ dad’s 30-06 and squeezed off the shot. He, it, fell dead right away. Easy. I had my car out front, we had taken my friends to McDonald’s when we got caught by them, in the goddamn drive through, could go forward, couldn’t go back ‘cause some guy had pulled in behind us. The line was not moving, then the mob showed up, started dragging people out of the cars. We ran, but one of them was faster and pulled Shelly down. I left her.” Mary, looked straight into the rear view mirror into Terry’s eyes, daring her to say something, with no words coming out in response, she continued, “I opened the garage door, plugged five zombies in 10 seconds, got in my car, drove it into the garage and shut the door, easy as that. I loaded my shit up, along with anything else in the house that I thought I would need and headed out. The highway was all fucked up, I didn’t have the radio on to find the through ways then, otherwise I might have made it, I ended up log jammed on 225, when they came for me I ran again. I took the 30-06 instead of my target gun, not as accurate, but more practical, I mean you just can’t break a good 30-06 right? I ended up running right up to the Mike’s Club, saw some guys waving at me, not zombies, just Hispanics. Talk about luck. I ran to them, they helped finishes off the interested zombies and pulled me into the club. I wouldn’t let them take my gun from me. I still have a couple boxes of ammo for it too. I came because I want to kill zombies, just not with a bat. I won’t shoot if it will give us away though, promise.”

Mary sat back into her seat. Juan cleared his throat, “You know, no one has a good story about how they got to where they are right now. I am sorry about what happened to your friend and glad you lived through it, someone good with a rifle will always be handy.”

Mary just nodded and went back to scanning outside the truck. Terry kept her speed down, barely hitting twenty miles an hour when the road was free and clear.

“What about you Terry? How did you get to the club?”, asked Juan.

Terry smiled and said, “Nothing you haven’t heard before Juan, but not from me. I made it.”, her face turned sad, like that of a little kid who just dropped his ice cream cone into a running stream, “Pretty much all you need to know is I lost my kid, my husband he ran off years ago. I lost my mom, my dad, my kid. And my dog. But I am alive and there has to be a reason for that.”

Juan was about to ask for more, when the cb chimed in, “Breaker 1-2, anybody there, come on back truckers and talk to teddy bear.”

Terry broke out laughing, Juan didn’t get it, she saw his face and said, “It is from an old song.” Before she grabbed the mic and said, “Well you got it Teddy Bear! What’s up?” She was giggling like a school girl, trying not to laugh into the mic when she spoke, but doing a poor job.

“Well, what is your handle momma? You sound hot to me, ‘Hot Momma’?”

“Anything you like Teddy Bear!”

“Well Hot Momma, me and the little bears are wondering why we are going so slow, put the pedal down hot momma! We wanna get there before Mary turns 18!”

“Oh now Teddy Bear you know we gotta get there and back, I ain’t gonna blow a tire running over a bunch of stuff, just ‘cause you want me to go cruising along at 30 miles an hour!”

“Alright, alright ‘HM’, I hear ya. Just spoke to Mother Goose, back at the home base, as planned. It seems ‘Father Time’ has woken up in a bad mood, you might be getting a call as his best friend is riding with you. Thought you could use the warning.”

“Thanks for the heads up ‘TB’, we’ll deal with Father Time if he calls. Hot Momma off.”, Terry turned to Juan, still giggling, “What?”

Juan waved his hands at the CB, “What was that all about?”

“You mean ‘Hot Momma’ or the Teddy Bear? Or the Father Time?”

“No, I think I get ‘Father Time’, but why Teddy Bear or Hot Momma?”

Terry laughed some more, then turned on Juan accusingly, “What, you don’t think I am a hot momma? Is that it?”, seeing Juan cringe back, she laughed again and said jovially, “Cut it out Juan, I’m ugly, not blind. Teddy Bear is from a song in the mid seventies, got popular for awhile, kind of a sad song, not funny at all, just funny that Jack knew about it. He hadda be a kid when he heard it, just like me. I don’t have a ‘handle’ on the cb, Jack was just being nice. I don’t like pity, but I don’t mind nice. Who would you be Juan?”

They spent the next ten minutes running through a list of cb names for both Juan and Mary, Mary ended up taking “Shooter” and Juan simply couldn’t pick, he thought maybe “Segundo”, but Mary and Terry both thought that was too lame, so the debate continued. Somewhere during this time they had hit I-25, there were zombies congregating under the highway, which they had to pass through in order to get onto the on ramp. “Want to shoot them Mary?”, asked Juan.

“Sure thing, only about a dozen of them, it’ll make it safer for anyone else who comes by later too.”

Juan popped open his door, to get the rear passenger door open and Mary leaned out of the back and gestured for Juan to roll down his window so she could use it as a gun rest. She took aim and hit a zombie in the neck from about 30 yards away. The zombie went down, but was not dead. Mary swore softly and took aim on the next one rapidly. She hit another 4 zombies before she had to feed more bullets into the gun, then made 5 more shots, including two shots to finish off the two zombies who she only managed to wound the first time. It probably took about 50 seconds, including the reload time. Mary hopped back into her seat while Juan whistled his appreciation. Terry nodded and said, “Good shooting.”, as she eased the truck forward.

“Nah, not real good, this thing is only okay, but is has a five round capacity, which makes it better than my tournament gun, which was a bolt action single shot. I missed a couple easy shots, especially that first one.”, Mary shrugged, “I will do better next time, right?”

Terry pulled the truck up onto the on ramp and the merged onto the highway, there were no other moving vehicles on the road. The as it had been further north, the highway had at least one lane clear for as far as they could see. There were few zombie wandering around, mostly there were just corpses, with a few zombies on the on or off ramps, but not quite ever on the road itself. They traveled a few miles to the East Lincoln Avenue exit and took it west. Terry nodded to her left, “That’s it there, see it?” Terry pulled the truck onto a street that led up to the hospital and then stopped, letting the truck idle.

Nodding ‘yes’, Juan said, “It is very big, looks new too. There are a lot of cars though, might be a lot of zombies.”

“Well I don’t see much yet, not zombies anyway, oh, no, wait, there is one, see her?”

Terry was speaking of a younger looking zombie in a nurses uniform, who was stumbling down the road towards them, still some distance away.

“Hot Momma, Hot Momma, you gonna park there and make us walk up, or are we driving in?”, the cb startled Terry and Juan both. Reaching for the cb mic Terry responded, “Teddy Bear, this is Hot Momma, we were just scouting it from here, I will proceed up the road so you don’t have to walk. Over.”

“Affirmative, uh, over?”, came Jack’s reply.

“Uh, over?”, Terry mimicked to Juan and then laughed, “He kills me Juan!”

Terry shifted the truck back into drive and they started up the road towards a large building about half a mile away. As they passed the nurse, Juan said, “Lets leave her, not draw attention to ourselves if we can help it?”

“Oh, okay, I was ready though”, responded Mary.

They drove the truck up to a side street and Terry got on it, the street looked to circle the entire complex. She pointed to the mic and told Juan, “Tell Jack we are going to circle around and see if anyone signals us or what the situation is inside.”

Juan got on the cb and told Jack what we they were doing, he agreed that they were doing he right thing and went on, “Well the damn thing is huge, we could fit a lot of people in there, but who do all these cars belong to?”

As he was saying this Terry braked the truck to a halt, “We found em!”

Up ahead of the truck was a mob of hundred of zombies they were concentrated around the emergency room doors, which were still operating and were constantly opening and closing. Stopping alongside of them Jen rolled down her window, while Terry did the same. Jack yelled across, “Well?”

Terry, yelled back, “Well what? You want to go into that mess?”

“No, not yet, but we brought a lot of ammo for the guns, I say we shoot as many as we can and see if they keep pouring out of if this is the lot of them. There are bound to be some fast ones though too. We’ll have to be careful. What’s a good range for you Mary?”

Mary looked at him, “Me? Here is not bad, am I shooting alone though? I mean 50 yards is a bit far for a shotgun, and about useless for the pistols. Look they are already coming at us.”

“Okay lets get turned around here, drivers stay in position, ready to roll, shot gunners and passengers get into the bed, so we can creep along, keeping a constant distant between us and the mob.”, directed Jack.

Once the pickups were turned around facing the other way, with two people in back of each of them they started shooting the zombies. Most of the zombies were slow, but a moving target is a moving target, plus the trucks were slowly moving too. As a result Juan hit maybe 1 in 3 a death shot, and even Mary was only making maybe half of her shots. Charlie and Jen, in the other truck were having even worse luck, hitting maybe only 1 in 4. They all ran through two boxes of ammunition as they made their way about halfway around the hospital. Which resulted in a little over 100 zombies dead with 12 or 15 turned into crawlers or twitching on the ground. The mob appeared to be smaller, but not much. A growing number of zombies were coming out from in between the cars to join the slowly moving mob.

“Lets try leading them down the road away from the hospital, instead of circling back around. This road lead out again to Lincoln?”, Jack asked Terry over the cb.

“Yeah, there is a, whaddya call it? Rotary thing? Up here, just veer right and take the first right hand turn, that leads back to Lincoln.”, she replied.

“Okay we’ll go slow and see if they will follow, then high tail it back to see what else is in the hospital. I gotta check in with the home base here, it is about that time. Talk to ya in a few.”

Terry stayed side by side with Jack as they got back onto the main street and drove across the front of the hospital, leading pack with them. By the time they led the zombies out to Lincoln they had a mob trailing them half a mile back. The gunner’s steady work had dwindled the mobs numbers substantially, but Jack got on the CB long enough to tell them to stop shooting, as he knew they were down to their last box or two of ammo. Terry responded that they could still see the hospital from here and it would be better to lead the zombies further away into suburbia, before speeding away, and for Jack to follow her.

Terry still drove slowly and when the mob following them started to lose its attention, they would fire a couple more rounds into it to get them back into the chase. Terry kept driving up Yosemit Street until she saw Park Meadows Drive up ahead, then spoke to Jack again, “Okay Park Meadows Drive loops around and become Park Meadows Boulevard, I say we speed up here, and then race back to the hospital, we’ll lose them for sure then. How are things back home?”

“Uh, 10-4 on the plan Big Momma. Home base says things are fine, wishing us luck and not to take any chances.”

“That’s HOT Mamma, Teddy Bear. H-O-T. Okay tell Jen and Charlie to sit down.” Putting the cb mic down she yelled out the back window of the truck to Juan and Mary, “Guys siddown! I am gonna lose ‘em now, okay?” After she saw them settle in for a higher speed, Mary increased the speed of the truck to beyond walking pace and took the lead. The street remained clear enough to navigate, but there were still wrecks and odd zombies to contend with.

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