My Dead World by Jacqueline Druga

Author:Jacqueline Druga [Druga, Jacqueline]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2016-06-08T06:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-TWO – TURNING POINT

May 10

When we first arrived, the sound of gunshots were minimal. Two from Big Bear, two from us. A minimalist competition. But with each day, the amount of shots increased.

My father didn’t waste a single shot on our fence man. The first infected straggler that made his way up our driveway, seemed to remind my father why he added the barbed wire and why we needed the spikes. Just because first fence man didn’t climb the fence, didn’t mean another wouldn’t.

Despite the decaying face my father swore he recognized him. Which led to a conversation on whether or not the brain also retained bits of memories along with the ability to move.

They didn’t come in droves, just one or two at a time. There was no fear of them. No reason to fear one or two together.

However, Big Bear was an eruption of trouble waiting to happen. The steady increase in infected baffled Lev and Barry Boswick. No matter what they did, the numbers increased. The camp of two hundred and thirty seven, used to have more healthy than ill, that number had switched and done so fast. Yet, our little camp was fine and healthy. Even Katie, who was bit, conquered the first two milestones. It wasn’t airborne but something was making it spread. We had bugs and mice as well, but we didn’t have that problem.

Despite the brilliancy behind his theory, nature was fast dispelling it.

Big Bear camp was fading.

Seven people turned within minutes of each other the day before. It was the first true batch of infected.

Lev and his father learned to layer clothing, they encouraged others to do the same, but it didn’t work. They lost two workers. Big Bear was a fast failing camp, sinking. My father tried to convince them to leave, but they couldn’t. Both Lev and his father believed it was their duty to wait it out with those who sought salvation in their campsite. A sanctuary that failed them and they couldn’t figure out why.

The idea of euthanasia was short lived. There were eight vials in that small box, each with four lethal doses. Cade had gone through seven bottles and swore he wouldn’t touch that last bottle. That was for us. Just in case.

The suggestion of possibly going for more was dismissed, obviously the infected were coming from somewhere and we didn’t need infected following us.

The new method of euthanasia was waiting until they turned. While Cade was pretty good about predicting who would turn, it wasn’t fool proof.

After a few days of silence, I finally got a hold of Bobby. He was busy in an aid station outside of Alexandria, Virginia. The CDC collapsed and he found himself helping out local doctors. He was getting closer to home, he said.

When speaking about Big Bear and the infection rate, Bobby informed me that they still had no evidence that insects or rodents were carrying it. Even though he felt it a viable explanation.

He said something that I didn’t realize would inadvertently stick with me.

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