WalkerZ - A Zombie Apocalypse Story

Chapter 11 - Commander Pike

"Well perhaps I can ask Captain Summers at base about that," said Merryn with a smile.

"That reminds me, we'd better call in." Merryn reached into her pack and set up the radio.

"Hello, Control? This is Scout 2, are you receiving me?"

"Scout 2, this is Control. Good to hear you Merryn. How's the team?"

"We're fine, and we've found another survivor at the old army camp on the moor."

"Hang on Scout 2. Let me get Captain Summers."

There was a pause and Merryn looked over at Marcia who was engaged in a game of cards with Tom, who appeared to be losing.

"Control. Summers here. You appear to be surviving Scout 2."

"Yes sir, all is well here and we've made contact with the base on the moor. There are no army personnel, and from what we've managed to ascertain they're all dead or left at the start of the outbreak. What we have found is a rather formidable woman called Marcia, a local farmer who's retreated here because it's more defensible than her farmhouse. She is well stocked, armed to the teeth, and has set up a smallholding within the fence."

"She sounds like a very resourceful lady. How was your trip there?"

"A little hairy going through Tavistock and we have encountered Stan again. There's something different about that one Captain. He took on several deadheads with a weapon. Admittedly it was a great hulk of wood, but he still used it as a weapon. And today we've seen something different. When we reached the base, Marcia was defending against a swarm of about fifty walkers. They seemed to be working in concert."

There was a pause from the other end of the line. "We're getting multiple reports of similar behaviour elsewhere Scout 2. Your drone footage from the gang attack in Plymouth seemed to indicate the same sort of swarm behaviour, and the folks in the Isle of Wight have reports coming in from scouts to the east saying the same thing. They've even had recent contact from a group in France that seems to confirm this. Things are changing Merryn. We're putting in place some contingency plans here, but I suggest you get yourself and your new friend back here as soon as you can."

"I ain't leavin'." Marcia had put down her cards and had been listening to the conversation, a determined look on her face. "This is my home now, and no goddam brain-sucking shambling smelly zombie bastard is going to make me leave."

"That'll be a 'no' then," muttered Andrew, grinning.

"Scout 2, is there an issue?"

"Our new friend is somewhat determined to stay here and look after the base."

"Then you'll need to convince her to move Scout 2."

Merryn paused for a moment considering her next words carefully. "Sir, did you ever have an older relative who ran the family, and everyone instinctively obeyed when they got together? Like a matriarch?"

"Yes," came the cautious reply.

"Well, that's what we have here. Respectfully, sir, I am going to decline your request."

"It was an order, Scout 2."

Marcia stood and walked over to the radio, her hand held out for the receiver. Merryn smiled and passed it to her pointing at the transmit button on the side.

Eddie winced. "Someone is about to get their arse handed to them," she whispered.

"Scout 2?"

"You will call me Mrs. Pike when you speak to me young man," began Marcia. "I have lived on this moor my entire life, and at eighty-five I am too damn long in the tooth to start taking orders from some voice on the squawk box. If you want me to join up then I will do so, but I will be defending this place against anything that wants to try and harm me or Alan. Do I make myself clear?"

There was a long silence and then a voice crackled across the airwaves. "Mrs. Pike, I accept your offer of joining up. You sound like you have the situation well in hand. If you would continue as acting Commander of the camp there I will inform the powers that be in the Isle of Wight that we have a field promotion. Thank you."

"Thank you, Captain. And if you could supply me with a working radio once your team has left it would be much appreciated. I'll send back some bilberry jam in trade."

"Thank you, Commander Pike. May I speak to Scout 2 please?"

Marcia handed the radio back to Merryn. "Such a nice young man," she said sitting back down opposite Tom who also now had a broad grin on his face.

"Damn Mrs P, remind me not to annoy you, ever," said Andrew, sketching a bow from the other side of the cabin where he'd been staring out of the window.

"You're fine dear, You saved me and Alan so you're always welcome here, as are the rest of you."

Merryn finished her conversation with Summers, signed off, and switched off the radio. "Right team, we head out tomorrow. Let's check the groaning heap of deadheads outside and get them moved away from the fence, then we can get a good night's sleep before we move on.

"Merryn?"

"Yes, Andrew?"

"We may have one more thing to do." Andrew pointed outside to where the lone figure of Stan stood looking at them through the fence.