The Day They H-Bombed Los Angeles by Robert Moore Williams

Author:Robert Moore Williams
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-04-06T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

TOM took Eph with him as he hunted recruits. He always took Kissel too, leaving Jerry and Harden as roof guards, with Eric Bloor making himself useful where needed. Harden was a reluctant guard. He had just found a radio parts store and was busy salvaging parts from it. He had no hope of getting his own transmitter back into operation. There was no electric current in the lines. However, Harden hoped to find a hand-powered signal corps generator in some surplus store and use this as a power source. Eventually he hoped to get on the air with the story of the events in the Basin, certain that listening radio amateurs around the world would pick it up. Reception remained difficult because of the persistent static that saturated the atmosphere.

Tom’s first thought, in hunting recruits, was to use Rena’s car. However, the gas tank was almost empty. Filling stations still existed but electricity to run the pumps was no longer being generated and there was no way to lift the fuel from the underground storage tanks.

They walked.

Ted Kissel tried to hold his nose. “It seems to me the stink gets worse every day,” he said.

“Nothing smells worse than a dead human body,” Eph said. “There must be a lot of ’em around here.”

“There are,” Tom said. “The stink of all the battlefields on Earth is rolled into one evil smell here.”

“How are we going to know these zombies from regular people?” Eph asked.

“If they run bent over, like they have a pain in the guts, shoot them,” Ted Kissel said. “If they howl, shoot them. If you have any doubt, shoot first and wonder afterwards.”

“Supposing they start shooting at us?” the tall mountain man asked.

“If Dr. Smith is right, these zombies have regressed to a very primitive state,” Tom said. “They have gone back to a point on the race memory which is long before the invention of rifles. They haven’t yet remembered now to use guns.”

“You reckon they’ll think of that?” Eph asked.

“I reckon I don’t want to be around when they start remembering guns,” Ted Kissel said. “Here comes one now out of the alley!” He lifted his rifle.

“Hold it,” Tom said.

The man coming out of the alley was walking bent over. They were in the middle of the street. He did not seem to see them.

“Cover him and see what happens,” Tom said.

Three rifles covered the zombie-man. Studying the littered pavement, he walked within ten feet of the muzzles of the guns, and did not seem to see them.

“Hello,” Tom said.

The zombie man heard the sound and turned his face toward them. For a second, recognition of them as being human showed in his eyes. With the recognition came wild hope.

Then both recognition and hope were gone. Snarling like a wolf, the zombie leaped toward them.

Three rifle bullets knocked him down. Three rifle bullets killed the animal that this man had become.

“They’re using something other than dynamite to dean out us frogs,” Ted Kissel said.

“They? Who are they?” Eph asked.

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