{"id":237,"date":"2013-07-21T16:19:29","date_gmt":"2013-07-21T16:19:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/?page_id=237"},"modified":"2013-07-21T16:19:29","modified_gmt":"2013-07-21T16:19:29","slug":"chapter-48","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/story\/chapter-48\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 48"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter 48<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

I used to believe I was destined to do something meaningful with my life, to make a difference in the world.\u00a0 It\u2019s the reason I became a minister.\u00a0 I thought that through doing God\u2019s good work, I was repaying the life debt I owed him.<\/i><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t have many clear memories of the near-death experience I had when I was five.\u00a0 Most of them are my mother\u2019s.\u00a0 She was the one who had to listen to my doctor tell her and my father to start making funeral arrangements for me, because the virus that had invaded my bloodstream and attacked my heart was surely fatal.\u00a0 She was the one who had to stand by and watch as that same doctor performed CPR on me, after my heart stopped beating.\u00a0 I was in and out during that time, barely conscious, delirious with a fever high enough to fry my brain.\u00a0 My mother was the one at my side when I woke up and recognized her, despite the doctor\u2019s fears that even if I pulled through, I would be brain dead.<\/i><\/p>\n

You might call that doctor a pessimist, but she was only being realistic.\u00a0 My mother, though, was an optimist, a believer.\u00a0 She never left my side, and she never stopped praying.\u00a0 And God came through.\u00a0 He reached down and touched me, and He saved my life.\u00a0 It was a miracle.\u00a0 At least, that\u2019s what I\u2019d always been told.\u00a0 That\u2019s what I\u2019d always believed.<\/i><\/p>\n

I never thought twice about making ministry my life\u2019s work.\u00a0 I owed my life to God, so I would devote my life to God.\u00a0 It was as simple as that.\u00a0 And when I found success as a minister and happiness in my personal life, I naively believed that God and I were square.\u00a0 He had blessed me.\u00a0 I was in His favor.<\/i><\/p>\n

I was wrong.\u00a0 I was wrong about everything.\u00a0 I believed in fate, in destiny, in the notion that everything happens for a reason.\u00a0 Now I know there\u2019s no such thing.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know why I was spared as a child, nor why I survive now, but it wasn\u2019t the hand of God.\u00a0 It was a fluke, a lucky coincidence.\u00a0 One in a million odds, and I happened to be the one.\u00a0 \u201cLucky\u201d me, eh?<\/i><\/p>\n

You know that saying, \u201cShit happens\u201d?\u00a0 I used to hate that phrase.\u00a0 I\u2019ve never used it, myself, but you know what?\u00a0 It\u2019s true.\u00a0 Shit happens, and it\u2019s all just as random and meaningless as it seems.\u00a0 Nothing\u2019s in God\u2019s hands; it\u2019s all down to us and chance.<\/i><\/p>\n

We make our own destiny.<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Thursday, April 19, 2012<\/b><\/b>
\n5:00 p.m.<\/b><\/p>\n

Brian was restless.<\/p>\n

He and Gretchen had been bunkered in the gas station since Monday morning:\u00a0 three days, six hours, give or take.\u00a0 They should have been at the Air Force base in Tampa by now, and the more time passed, the more Brian worried that there would be nothing left but zombies by the time they got there.<\/p>\n

As he stood in the doorway, waiting for Gretchen to return from the bathroom, he looked out the glass fa\u00e7ade of the station.\u00a0 Zombies still prowled the forecourt, shuffling among the blackened remnants of the gas pumps in search of the prey they could sense, but not reach.\u00a0 The sun was starting to sink in the sky.\u00a0 Only a couple hours of daylight remained, and then it would be dusk, and darkness would fall across the land.\u00a0 Brian dreaded another long, sleepless night of sitting up on guard duty, listening to the hungry moans of the undead, while Gretchen tossed and turned on the hard floor.<\/p>\n

This was always the hardest part of the day for him.\u00a0 It was five o\u2019clock, supper time, and if the world were still right, he\u2019d have been at home with his family.\u00a0 Leighanne would have been in the kitchen, putting the final touches on a homecooked meal.\u00a0 Brooke and Bonnie, home from school, would have been setting the table.\u00a0 Brian would have poured the milk, then said the grace as they all sat down for dinner together.<\/p>\n

But instead, he was here, in this godforsaken gas station, staring out at the gormless ghouls who sought to make him<\/i> their evening meal, because the world wasn\u2019t<\/i> right.\u00a0 It had all gone very, very wrong.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re never gonna go away, are they?\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian jumped.\u00a0 Gretchen was back; he hadn\u2019t even heard her footsteps approach.\u00a0 He stepped back to let her pass, then closed the door to the back room behind her.\u00a0 \u201cNope,\u201d he said flatly, turning to face her.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t reckon they will.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sat down cross-legged on the floor to paw through the small pile of food they\u2019d taken from the shelves.\u00a0 Opening a new box of Slim Jims, she pulled out two of the beef sticks and tossed one to Brian.\u00a0 He caught it one-handed and absently tore open the yellow packaging.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t feel hungry, but it gave him something to do.<\/p>\n

Gretchen spun her Slim Jim around her fingers like a miniature baton.\u00a0 \u201cWhat are we gonna do about them?\u201d she asked.\u00a0 It was the question Brian had fallen asleep that morning contemplating and woken up in the afternoon without an answer to.<\/p>\n

\u201cI dunno,\u201d he replied, \u201cbut we\u2019re gonna have to figure out something.\u00a0 We can\u2019t stay here forever.\u00a0 Frankly, I don\u2019t even wanna stay here another night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe neither,\u201d Gretchen agreed, which gave him some hope.\u00a0 If she was as eager to leave as he was, even if it meant risking their lives, then maybe they could find a way out.\u00a0 He considered this, as he watched Gretchen reach for a Corona from among the selection of drinks they\u2019d pulled from the coolers.\u00a0 There was bottled water and Gatorade, sodas and tea, but she always went for the booze with her dinner.\u00a0 It relaxed her, she said; it was the only way she was able to sleep.\u00a0 \u201cWant one?\u201d she asked, gesturing to the remainder of the six-pack.<\/p>\n

Brian shrugged.\u00a0 \u201cSure,\u201d he said dully, extending his hand.\u00a0 He twisted off the cap of the bottle she passed him and took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste of the warm beer.\u00a0 He\u2019d never been much of a beer-drinker, but like Gretchen, he welcomed the calming, numbing effect the alcohol had on him.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s sure better cold \u2013 with limes,\u201d put in Gretchen, \u201cbut I guess it\u2019ll do.\u201d\u00a0 She took a long swig of hers, wiping her chin with the back of her hand when she finished.\u00a0 \u201cYou know, the first time I had one of these was when I was in the U.K., in college.\u00a0 It was the Fourth of July, and we wanted to do something to celebrate, but all we ended up doing was buying a case of Corona and a bottle of Malibu rum and ordering Chinese food.\u00a0 We sat around in the tiny little kitchen of the flat we were staying in and got drunk while we played cards and listened to The Beatles.\u00a0 It was pretty sad, actually.\u00a0 No fireworks, no backyard barbeques\u2026 it was like the world was just wrong that night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike it is now,\u201d agreed Brian.\u00a0 His smile was grim, but knowing.<\/p>\n

Gretchen nodded.\u00a0 \u201cI was homesick then, but at least I knew I\u2019d be home again soon.\u00a0 Now\u2026\u201d\u00a0 She trailed off, shaking her head.<\/p>\n

He knew she was thinking of her family and her husband.\u00a0 He wondered about his own family, his parents and brother, up north in Kentucky.\u00a0 Was there any chance the plague had not yet struck them?\u00a0 Then he thought of Kevin in Florida.\u00a0 He was banking on Kevin\u2019s \u2013 or someone\u2019s, at least \u2013 survival at MacDill.\u00a0 Was the base just a pipe dream?<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m anxious to get to the base,\u201d he admitted.\u00a0 \u201cSee if it\u2019s any different down there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s pray to God it is,\u201d said Gretchen.\u00a0 \u201cOtherwise, where else will we go?\u00a0 What will we do?\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian couldn\u2019t answer her.<\/p>\n

They fell into silence, Gretchen fumbling with the wrapper of her Slim Jim.\u00a0 Brian watched her unwrap it and bite off the end, chewing speculatively.\u00a0 After some time, she swallowed and wrinkled her nose.\u00a0 Without a word, she got up and wandered over to their stock of supplies, returning with a lighter.\u00a0 She sat down again with her Slim Jim and clicked the lighter until it sparked a flame; then she held it to the end of her Slim Jim, until it began to crackle and blacken.\u00a0 When she looked up and found Brian watching her in bewilderment, she giggled.\u00a0 \u201cDidn\u2019t you ever see a clip of Wendy Williams doing this on her talk show?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cNever mind.\u201d\u00a0 She capped the lighter and took another bite of her now burnt Slim Jim.\u00a0 Swallowing, she made a face.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m not a fan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have no idea what you\u2019re talking about right now,\u201d Brian admitted, chuckling.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay.\u00a0 It\u2019s not important.\u00a0 I was just thinking\u2026 last week, I wouldn\u2019t have thought anything of wasting an hour watching some stupid talk show.\u00a0 And now\u2026 I\u2019d give anything to spend that hour with Shawn.\u00a0 We took so much for granted\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian thought painfully of those family dinners, such a routine part of his life \u2013 his old life, a life he\u2019d never have again.\u00a0 \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen sighed.\u00a0 \u201cSorry if I\u2019m depressing you.\u00a0 I just realized how much everything\u2019s going to change.\u00a0 I mean, what if it\u2019s not any different on the base or anywhere else?\u00a0 What if it\u2019s not just the east coast that\u2019s affected, but the west coast too?\u00a0 What if it\u2019s the whole country?\u00a0 The whole continent?\u00a0 The whole world?\u00a0 What if this is\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe end of days?\u201d murmured Brian.\u00a0 He thought suddenly of the book of Isaiah, of passages he\u2019d read from his mother\u2019s Bible, foretelling of the Lord\u2019s impending judgment:<\/p>\n

Terror, and the pit, and the snare are upon you, O inhabitant of the earth!\u00a0 … The earth is utterly broken, the earth is torn asunder, the earth is violently shaken\u2026\u00a0 Your dead shall live, their corpses shall rise\u2026\u00a0 The earth will give birth to those long dead.\u00a0 Come, my people, enter your chambers, and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until the wrath is past.\u00a0 For the Lord comes out from his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity; the earth will disclose the blood shed on it, and will no longer cover its slain.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy us, then?\u201d he wondered aloud.\u00a0 \u201cWhy are we the ones left alive?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cI wish I knew\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian didn\u2019t know what to say back.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t really blame God, because he\u2019d forsaken His existence.\u00a0 And he couldn\u2019t blame Satan either, because how could Satan exist in a realm where God did not?\u00a0 The truth was, he was beginning to think it was all random and meaningless.\u00a0 His own survival was nothing but a fluke \u2013 and if the number of zombies outside were any indication, he would be joining their ranks soon enough.\u00a0 He and Gretchen were greatly outnumbered.\u00a0 They could only run and hide for so long.<\/p>\n

In that moment, their situation seemed both hopeless and pointless.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t want to die, but what was there left to live for?<\/p>\n

Kevin<\/i>, he told himself fiercely.\u00a0 If his cousin had survived in Florida, he had to get to him.\u00a0 And if not, at least he had to see for himself.\u00a0 He had to know.\u00a0 He was sure Gretchen felt the same about her husband.\u00a0 If there were others alive, perhaps the situation was not as bad as it seemed.<\/p>\n

Hope flared and faded inside him, like the flame that ignited and died every time Gretchen clicked the lighter in her hand, which she\u2019d started to play with.\u00a0 \u201cSorry,\u201d she said, when he looked up at her, mistaking the frown on his face as one of annoyance towards her.\u00a0 She put the lighter down, trading it for her beer bottle, from which she took a swallow.<\/p>\n

Brian\u2019s eyes drifted from the lighter to the bottle, and all of a sudden, something clicked.\u00a0 It was not the lighter, but an idea that sparked, and at once, his eyes lit up.\u00a0 \u201cNo, no,\u201d he said quickly.\u00a0 \u201cI just thought of something!\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked up curiously at him.\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what a Molotov cocktail is?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEh, I\u2019m not really a connoisseur of mixed drinks.\u00a0 Sounds like it\u2019d include vodka, though.\u00a0 Why, wanna make me one?\u201d\u00a0 She smiled, swishing the beer that was left in her bottle.<\/p>\n

Brian laughed.\u00a0 \u201cNo, it\u2019s not a drink.\u00a0 Well, not the kind I\u2019m talking about, anyway.\u00a0 It\u2019s a weapon, a type of bomb.\u00a0 You put a rag in a bottle filled with a flammable liquid, and you light it on fire.\u00a0 The rag becomes a fuse, and when you throw the bottle, it becomes a fireball.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen\u2019s eyes widened.\u00a0 \u201cSounds dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDangerous, yes.\u00a0 But also more destructive and easier to aim than a gun.\u00a0 We could probably take out enough of them using those to get to that tan SUV parked on the road.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if there\u2019s no key?\u00a0 Or no fuel?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s just hope there is.\u201d<\/p>\n

A grim look passed between them.\u00a0 Brian could tell Gretchen was uncertain about taking such a risk, but like him, she was also unwilling to stay another night in this room.\u00a0 The time had come to take action, take a chance, and hope it paid off.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe way I see it, we\u2019ve got nothing to lose,\u201d he told Gretchen, as they ventured out into the station to gather the materials they needed.\u00a0 \u201cIf we can\u2019t escape now, we never will.\u00a0 And I dunno about you, but I\u2019d rather die running tonight than starve in that back room a few weeks from now, when our supplies run out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen nodded, pocketing a couple of extra lighters.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the back room, they put together their rudimentary bombs.\u00a0 They started with bottles of hard liquor, the strongest proof the station offered.\u00a0 Brian had also found bottles of windshield cleaner in the stock room, the labels of which contained a warning that they were flammable, so they filled a couple of glass bottles with that, as well.\u00a0 Into each bottle, they stuffed a cleaning rag, leaving one corner hanging out to act as the fuse.<\/p>\n

\u201cShould I be frightened that you know how to do this?\u201d Gretchen asked as they finished, surveying their handiwork in awe.<\/p>\n

Brian chuckled.\u00a0 \u201cUnexpected, for a man of \u2013\u201d\u00a0 He stopped abruptly, on the verge of saying \u201cGod,\u201d and quickly recovered with, \u201c\u2013 music, huh?\u00a0 Trust me, I\u2019ve never tried actually making one of these before.\u00a0 Pretty sure they\u2019re illegal, for one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGuess that doesn\u2019t matter now,\u201d said Gretchen.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s go burn some zombies.\u201d<\/p>\n

They carried their weapons out into the main part of the station, stopping short of the door.\u00a0 Upon seeing them, the zombies began to press in on the other side of the glass with fresh determination.\u00a0 Brian could see Gretchen\u2019s confidence dissolve as she watched them warily.\u00a0 \u201cThe hardest part will be getting out of the building,\u201d he said, noticing how tightly the zombies were packed in around the door.\u00a0 \u201cWe won\u2019t be able to use the bombs till we\u2019re out in the open.\u00a0 We don\u2019t want to risk catching the building on fire until we know we have an escape route.\u201d
\nGretchen nodded in agreement, but she looked doubtful.\u00a0 \u201cHow exactly are we going to get out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe can use the guns while we\u2019re in such close proximity,\u201d replied Brian, looking to the hunting rifles they\u2019d taken from the farmhouse.\u00a0 \u201cShoot enough of them to get ourselves out, and use the bombs on the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

When this was agreed on, they loaded themselves up with supplies.\u00a0 Gretchen strapped on the backpack with all the worldly possessions she\u2019d carried with her, plus some extra supplies from the gas station.\u00a0 Brian stuffed the bottles into the pockets of his jeans, grateful that they were the baggy, cargo variety.\u00a0 He tucked one lighter in the waistband and handed Gretchen the other.\u00a0 They each armed themselves with a loaded rifle.<\/p>\n

It was nearly dark by now, but Brian could see the gleaming silhouette of the tan Suburban on the road, their best shot at an escape.\u00a0 They would make a beeline to it, if only they could clear a path.<\/p>\n

Shoulder to shoulder, they positioned themselves in front of the door, their guns raised.\u00a0 Brian reached out and unlocked the door.\u00a0 Next to him, he heard Gretchen suck in a deep breath, as she prepared to open the door.\u00a0 \u201cDo it quickly,\u201d he told her.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019ll be able to knock down the ones standing right on the other side if you throw it open with enough force.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen nodded.\u00a0 \u201cReady?\u201d she said breathlessly.\u00a0 \u201cOne\u2026 two\u2026 three!\u201d\u00a0 On three, she hurled her weight against the door, thrusting it open.<\/p>\n

Out of the corner of his eye, Brian saw the zombies who had been standing behind it topple backwards, in a domino effect, just as he had predicted.\u00a0 But those who had been better positioned swarmed forward, trying to push their way in.\u00a0 Brian fired the first shot at point blank range, the barrel of his rifle pressed against the forehead of the first ghoul.\u00a0 Its head was literally blown half off, and Brian pressed his lips tightly together as he was spattered with bits of brains, clotted blood, and rotting flesh.\u00a0 Barely hesitating, he aimed at his next target and fired again.<\/p>\n

An echo shot came from Gretchen, and together, they inched their way forward, taking out as many zombies as they could with their rifles.\u00a0 When they were far enough from the building to become encircled by zombies, they pressed against each other, back to back, and Brian said, \u201cTime for the cocktails.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shouldering his rifle, he pulled one of the glass bottles out of his jeans and hastily snatched his lighter.\u00a0 His fingers shook as he clicked the lighter, but thankfully, he was able to ignite a flame.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t hesitate, holding the lighter to the rag until the cloth caught fire.\u00a0 Then he hurled the bottle into the face of the nearest zombie.\u00a0 Behind him, he heard glass shatter, as Gretchen did the same.<\/p>\n

On either side of the circle, zombies were stumbling around in flames.\u00a0 Brian raised his rifle and used it like a bludgeon to knock down the zombies who still blocked their path to the SUV.\u00a0 Then he grabbed Gretchen\u2019s hand and yanked her through the break in the circle.\u00a0 The desperate moans of the undead rang out behind them as they ran, and glancing back over his shoulder, Brian saw that they were still lurching forward, arms outstretched and on fire.\u00a0 They were walking torches now, igniting everything around them.<\/p>\n

\u201cRun!\u201d Gretchen screamed, and now she was the one pulling him along.\u00a0 She reached the Suburban first and dove for the nearest door, tugging on the handle.\u00a0 \u201cNo!\u201d she shrieked, tugging harder, and Brian\u2019s heart stalled in dismay.\u00a0 It was locked.<\/p>\n

\u201cTry the driver\u2019s side!\u201d he shouted, and they ran around to the far side of the SUV.\u00a0 This time, he grabbed hold of the door handle first and pulled.\u00a0 To his utter relief and amazement, it opened in his hand.\u00a0 \u201cGet in!\u201d he cried, pushing Gretchen up and into the vehicle first.\u00a0 She scrambled over the driver\u2019s seat and middle console and fell into the passenger seat.\u00a0 Brian climbed in behind her and slammed the door, immediately locking it again.<\/p>\n

Looking out Gretchen\u2019s window, he could see the flaming horde of zombies approaching, slowly but steadily.\u00a0 If they got too close, he was afraid they\u2019d ignite the SUV.\u00a0 They had to get away, now.\u00a0 His eyes darted down to the ignition, fearing that after all the obstacles they\u2019d fought their way through, there would be no keys now.\u00a0 But there they were, dangling from the ignition, right where their dying or undead owner had left them before abandoning the vehicle.<\/p>\n

He let out his breath in a whoosh and turned the key in the ignition.\u00a0 The engine sputtered to life, and he threw the gear shift into drive and slammed his foot down on the accelerator.\u00a0 The Suburban shot forward, spitting gravel from its tires.\u00a0 Brian pulled it back onto the road, and when he checked the rearview mirror, the zombies were lagging far behind.\u00a0 He drove until they were indiscernible from a bonfire on the horizon, and then he looked over at Gretchen.<\/p>\n

She was still breathing fast, shuddering, covered in zombie flesh and guts.\u00a0 Brian wasn\u2019t sure why, but he actually laughed.\u00a0 \u201cD\u00e9j\u00e0 vu, huh?\u201d he remarked, looking down at his own brain-spattered clothing.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019ll find a place to stop soon and clean up.\u00a0 We\u2019ll probably have to switch cars again too; this one only has a quarter tank.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe sooner, the better,\u201d said Gretchen shakily.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got it,\u201d Brian agreed, smiling.\u00a0 \u201cI won\u2019t make that mistake again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now that they were on the road again, he felt worlds better than he had at the gas station.\u00a0 Soon they\u2019d be on their way to Tampa again.\u00a0 Soon they would know if there was anyone left alive down there\u2026 or if they were on their own.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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