Our first pass through the aftermath was search and rescue. Out of all the Camp Fox survivors, New Eden soldiers, and bandits, we found only one person who wasn't dead or near-death. Marco, a soldier from New Eden, had taken a shot to his helmet and had been knocked out cold. When he woke, it took him some time to come to grips with the loss of his entire squadron. For the first few minutes, he moved restlessly around, counting vehicles and searching for his squadron. When he finally realized they were all there and he was the only one left standing, he collapsed.
Once Marco came to terms with reality, Clutch asked him several questions while I sat and stared at the fires. The HEMTT continued to smoke, but no more flames licked out from the vehicle. I could only imagine the smell of so many dead inside. I tried not to think about any of the bodies belonging to someone I cared about. There'd be too much time for thinking later.
New Eden was a new super-city in Colorado formed by the military at Cheyenne Mountain. Dozens of squadrons just like Marco's had been sent out with the sole mission to save any survivors they could after the herds passed through. On their mission, they'd run across a feudalistic, ruthless group called the Black Sheep that was quickly spreading across the Midwest. The bandits who'd taken us hostage were from that group, and Marco showed us the mark on one of the bandit's body: a brand of a ram's head with curled horns.
"At least we got all these guys," Marco said. "If any got back to their captain, they'd likely come back at us with a vengeance."
I shook my head. "No. Their leader got away."
Marco's face fell before fear widened his eyes. "He'll bring back reinforcements."
Clutch climbed to his feet. "We'll be out of here long before then. But we should hurry and get wrapped up here, just in case."
I looked up to see Clutch holding a hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me up and into an embrace. Strangely, I never cried, even knowing that I'd never see Jase again, or anyone from Camp Fox, again. It broke my heart, but my brain refused to process anything. It felt like I was on autopilot, and the circuit breaker to my emotions had been turned off, and I was thankful for that small mercy.
Later, as I walked around and inventoried the wreckage, Clutch and Marco collected dog tags and carried the dead of those we knew as close to the burning store as we could in hopes the fire would take care of them before the zeds found them. When we came to Tyler's body, neither Clutch nor I could move. For the longest time, I simply stared at Tyler's limp form. I noticed Clutch did the same. His lips quivered, then he sobered and we carried Tyler away from the burning building and laid him under a tree. Clutch walked back to a Humvee and returned with a shovel. As he started digging a hole, I also grabbed a shovel and helped.
The ground was soft, but it still took a while to dig a shallow grave. Clutch grabbed Tyler's shoulders and I grabbed his legs and we lowered him as gently as possible. We stared down at Tyler's peaceful, though bloodied, features.
"Lord," Clutch said. "Bless this soldier who gave his life in the service of others. Watch over his grave so that he finds peace."
"Amen," I said with him. It was the first time I'd heard Clutch pray.
"Sorry for your loss," Marco said.
Startled, I turned around, not realizing he was standing there. I swallowed, unable to find any words. It wasn't that I was hollow inside. Anger, terror, despair, grief, misery, it was all there but isolated in a safe room. I could feel the emotions boiling like a volcano, but there was a heavy, cold stone covering the top of the volcano, letting nothing escape. It was like my body and spirit had split and were fighting to come back together.
My body went through the motions. We buried Tyler and went back to work pulling together anything salvageable. Every vehicle had taken hits, but some were still in decent shape, so it was just a matter of siphoning gas, and tossing weapons, ammo, and supplies in a pile to sort out what could still be used.
As I carried a gas can from our old HEMTT, a dog barked. The sound was deep, hair-raising, and familiar. I turned to see a Great Dane bound out from the woods, followed by someone I'd never expected to see again. I set the can down and stared. "Jase?"
At the sound of his name, he jerked and then saw me. His eyes widened. He took a step from Hali. He started to jog and then run. "Cash!"
He picked me off the ground and twirled me around.
When the realization hit me that it was really Jase, something snapped inside, and tears poured out. I hugged him so hard. I grabbed his jacket hard enough that I swore I should've been able to tear it. I kissed his cheek over and over. In between sobs, I was able to cry out, "You're alive! How?"
"When we met up with the New Eden guys, they wouldn't allow us to radio you in case we were connected with the bandits they were following. Once they figured out we were all right, we couldn't reach Tyler on the radio. So we joined up with them to find you. It was pretty easy to find the Camp Fox vehicles sitting out in the parking lot. When I saw Tyler..."
He sighed and shook his head. Hali came over and stood by us. Jase gave her a look before continuing. "I thought we were too late. Then, those guys came out wearing our fatigues, the New Eden CO figured out the ambush right away. He sent several of us around the back of the store to look for survivors, and that's when we saw Deb and Vicki run into the woods. Griz and I went after them while a few soldiers stayed behind to get anyone else. It took us a while to round up everyone hiding. I've been searching the woods forever for you."
I stared at him for a moment. Then I punched him in the arm before embracing him again, unwilling to let him go in case he was an illusion. "I thought you were dead."
He guffawed. "I was going to say the same thing. Don't scare me like that ever again."
Over his shoulder, I saw other familiar faces emerge from the woods and I smiled.
Diesel led the way for Benji and Frost. They walked up to us, and Jase patted the boy's shoulder while the dog circled us, seemingly unbothered by the recent violence. "It turns out Benji is pretty dang good at hide-and-seek."
Griz was walking with Deb and Vickie.
"Thank God," I said on a sigh. "I thought we'd lost all of you."
"We're Camp Fox," Jase said. "We're too tough to die." He looked around. "Where's everyone else?"
I frowned. "They're gone."
"Gone where?"
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. "They're dead."
It was Jase's turn to frown. "Wh-what?"
The others had also heard me. Vickie and Deb clung to each other. Hali walked into Jase's arms. Griz gave us his back. Benji started asking his grandfather complicated questions.
Clutch came over, and Jase's face lifted.
Clutch stared at Jase, his mouth opened wide, as he looked him over in disbelief. After a pause, he stomped forward and pulled Jase into his arms. Each had their eyes clenched shut as they hugged each other.
"You're all right," Clutch said, his voice unsteady and muffled by Jase's coat.
Marco jogged up to us. "We have to hit the road. There are zeds heading this way from both the east and the west. All that artillery noise and smoke probably drew their attention."
I jogged out to look down the road and saw a few dozen zeds making slow but steady progress toward us. When I looked the other way, I saw several dozen more. "They must've been too decrepit to migrate," I wondered aloud.
"All right, Frost, how about you help Benji and the others load up." Clutch waved his arm toward the Humvee I'd been loading up. The one with the coyote head painted on the hood. "Scouts, let's double time it and grab any beans and bullets we can."
"Beans?" Benji asked. "Why beans?"
"Food," Clutch corrected. "Find any food you can."
I smiled. "We're going to need a second Humvee."
He slowly returned my smile when he realized the meaning of my words. "Yes, we have too many people for one Humvee."
Several hours later, we were back in Iowa on the first leg of our trip west to New Eden. When the sun crept low in the sky, we set up camp near the Des Moines River for the night.
Charred zeds swayed like totems on the other side of the river, the side closest to Des Moines. They had no eyes or ears or noses, but they remained. They were an ominous reminder of why we kept from crossing the river and nearing the city. I refused to watch them.
I also avoided looking at the skeletal ruins of Des Moines's tallest buildings. I hadn't seen my parents since the outbreak, and I'd accepted the fact that I'd never see them again, that they never got out, along with a million other doomed souls in and around the city. At least I knew they were at peace. The bombing had taken out most of the zeds in the city, with the exceptions of the charred zeds—burnt beyond recognition—standing like shadowy guards at the edges of town, always on the lookout for prey.
The military hadn't bombed a wide enough radius to take out all the zeds, but they had done their job on the central part of the city. Bombs weren't precise and would've taken out uninfected and infected alike. Bombs existed only to destroy and took out anything in their path. They were a bit like zeds in that: they were both destroyers.
After taking a cold-water bath, I sipped some pine needle tea and lay in the back of the Humvee with Clutch and Jase. Our legs tangled around the machine gun, but we'd all slept in more uncomfortable positions before. In fact, having both with me, safe and sound, was the best feeling I'd ever had.
Deb lay awkwardly around the back bench seats, and petite Hali fit comfortably up front. Griz, Marco, Vicki, Frost, and Benji were still working out the sleeping arrangement in the other Humvee, though I suspected Benji would tell them how it'd be. Diesel lay curled in a ball next to the vehicle, outwardly sound asleep, but I knew from experience he'd bolt awake at the smallest threatening sound.
Camp Fox had taken a heavy hit. It would never be the same, but enough of us had survived to continue the effort. Yet, I knew that as long as I had Clutch and Jase with me, things would turn out okay.
"There's one," Jase said, pointing to the sky.
"That makes twelve," Clutch said.
I closed my eyes and savored this moment, knowing that we'd be on the road again tomorrow, running from who knew what and heading toward something I wasn't sure I trusted. When I opened my eyes again, I relished the night's peace where there were no zeds and no bandits and no death.
"Another one," Jase said.
"Eagle eye, I swear," I said with a smile.
Clutch chuckled. "Thirteen."
It was probably a meteor shower, and we all enjoyed the distraction. It was by far the best entertainment we'd had in some time. Before the outbreak, I would've gotten bored. Not now. Tonight, we were together and safe.
"Oh, there's one." I pointed.
"That's a satellite, silly," Jase said.
Clutch chuckled, and we both joined in. Lying in the back of that Humvee, without any manmade lights to block the sky, we laughed as we continued to count the shooting stars.
*****
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The Deadland Saga
1-100 Days in Deadland: https://www.wattpad.com/story/7196771
2-Deadland's Harvest: https://www.wattpad.com/story/16622305
3-Deadland Rising: https://www.wattpad.com/story/35653942
Short Stories in the Deadland Saga
Perfect: https://www.wattpad.com/story/41840894
Cracked: https://www.wattpad.com/story/13031827
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