Year of the Dead by Jack J. Lee

Author:Jack J. Lee [Lee, Jack J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lang:en
Publisher: Jack J. Lee
Published: 2012-04-07T22:11:58+00:00

Chapter 22: Jim Wright, October 9th, Year 1

As soon as we’d all agreed to help Mark, he got a call from a walkie-talkie. We listened to the conversation. This Helen Hansen sounded like a pissed off spitfire. After talking to the ward, Mark gave us all large duffle bags and told us to put in a couple of changes of clothes and enough other things for a few days or weeks including our high-powered rifles and enough ammo for at least a dozen reloads in the bag. He gave each of us a walkie-talkie and told us the channel he was going to use.

It was weird as hell. I felt like I was in the twilight zone. I’ve known Mark for three years. All it takes is a zombie outbreak for a laid-back couldn’t-give-a-shit-about-anything guy to turn into General Patton.

While we were packing our bags, I heard Mark talking to Lisa and John. They were to be in charge while he was gone. He told them to get to work hooking up one of the replacement generators in the garage in order to get the lights working again. He also instructed them to turn on a walkie-talkie for an hour at first light, noon, and dusk, but at all other times to keep them off and in a refrigerator. He told them there was no way to be sure this was the last EMP attack. He told them to stay in the house until he got back into contact with them. I had expected them to get into a conversation, with some give-and-take and ideas from everyone. It wasn’t a conversation. It was just Mark giving orders. They acted like they were in the military.

While we had been showering, the pickup truck had been unloaded and put back in the garage, so it had been protected from the EMP. While we had been packing, the others had already loaded a generator on the back. He had us climb into the back of the pickup truck with our bag. He also threw in a bundle of what looked like spears. I wondered why he would bring spears to a gun fight. He kept the back window open to be able to talk to us. He asked us to speak in a quiet voice and to avoid whispering. He said whispering was actually easier to overhear. If he pointed somewhere with his fingers like a gun, he wanted us to shoot at whatever he was pointing at.

It was dark, so Mark drove five miles an hour at most. He kept the lights off as he drove. Again he had to often go off-road. We were only a quarter mile from the ward so it didn’t take long. Mark stopped just out of sight of the ward and stepped out of the truck, leaving it running. He said he was going to contact the ward to let them know we were here. He told us to make sure all the zombies were following him before we drove the truck closer to the ward.

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