Apocalyptic Visions Super Boxset (150 page)

Mike’s hand twitched on the clipboard and the pen dropped to the floor. He winced, forming a fist, fighting through the pain. He paused, letting his will gather to force his hand open again. Once the shaking subsided he bent down to pick up the pen.

The shelves in the basement of the cabin were still lined with rations, but Mike knew it wouldn’t last them much longer. He’d planned for a six-month supply of food, but that was for five people. Now he had seventeen mouths to feed. If they kept consuming at the rate they were going the shelves would be barren in a matter of weeks.

With the inventory done Mike picked up the lantern with one hand and the basket with the morning’s breakfast in the other, and headed upstairs.

Anne was pulling some of the pots and pans out of the cabinet when Mike set the basket on the counter.

“How’s it looking down there?” Anne asked.

Mike handed her the clipboard. She ran her finger down the list, shaking her head as she flipped through the pages.

“How long do we have?” Anne asked.

“Best case six weeks. Worse case three.”

When Mike reached for the clipboard. His hand shook from another tremor.

“Mike,” Anne said.

She grabbed his hand and rubbed gently.

“They’re fine,” Mike said.

“Take some of the medicine downstairs.”

“No, I don’t want to waste it. They don’t hurt that bad yet.”

Mike focused all of his will to keep his hands steady when Anne reached down to kiss them. He didn’t want to tell her that it took him twenty minutes in the morning, working through the pain, to perform the simple task of curling his fingers into a fist.

“I’ll start getting everyone up. We need to have a house meeting,” Mike said.

Mike’s dad, Ulysses, was already up when he stepped into his room. Nelson, his son Sean, and Freddy were still asleep on the floor.

“I tried giving the boys the bed, but they wouldn’t take it,” Ulysses said, stepping in between the bodies lying on the floor.

“Don’t give them a hard time about it. They just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“No, they just want to give it to me because I’m old.”

Mike waited to roll his eyes until Ulysses brushed past him. He watched his son for a moment before he woke him. He always enjoyed watching him sleep. Before the EMP blast, everyday before work, Mike would walk into each of his kids’ rooms and kiss them on the forehead before heading to work. It was his ritual, and it helped make the 5 a.m. wake-up time a little easier.

“Hey, bud. Time to get up,” Mike said.

Freddy groaned and rolled onto his back. His Spiderman shirt was pulled up, exposing his belly. Mike tickled him. Freddy squirmed and giggled.

“Dad! Stop!”

“It’s time for breakfast. Get Sean up, will you?”

Nelson woke up, looking groggy, and reached for his glasses.

“Breakfast in ten, Nelson.”

“Right,” Nelson said, yawning.

Mike headed down the hallway to his daughter’s room. Before he reached the handle the door swung open.

“Hey, Dad,” Kalen said.

“Hey, Kay.”

It threw Mike off, her being awake. It wasn’t like her. On the weekends when they had to be somewhere in the morning, he would have to use a crowbar to pry her out of bed, but then again, things had changed since then.

“Breakfast ready?” Kalen asked.

“Your mom’s getting everything ready. You sleep okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine.”

The bruising around her neck had mostly faded with the exception of a few blotches of faint purple on the sides. When Mike arrived at the cabin yesterday, his wife told him what happened while he was gone. She waited to tell him until last night, and it hadn’t left Mike’s mind since. It festered like a disease. His daughter was almost raped, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Mike watched Kalen head down to the kitchen. He was worried about her. She seemed too put together for what happened. Something didn’t feel right.

“You’ve got quite a girl, Mike,” Fay said, walking up behind him.

Fay pulled her hair back and flipped it through a band, giving herself a ponytail. Mike’s eye went to the pistol strapped to her hip.

“Did you sleep with that thing?” Mike asked.

Fay laughed.

“Mike, who the hell sleeps anymore?”

She slapped his arm and went to join everyone at breakfast.

“Hi, Mr. Grant,” Mary said.

Mike hadn’t noticed her until she spoke. Behind Mary were her two younger sisters starting to wake, both of them dressed in some of Freddy’s and Kalen’s old clothes that were left at the cabin a few years back.

The three girls had been in the town, Carrollton, a mile west of the cabin with their parents on vacation when the EMP blast crippled the country. Then, a few days ago, a biker gang came through and wiped almost everyone out. Mary’s father was part of the body count. Her mother fared much worse.

Ulysses found them hiding in the tall grass fields on the edge of town. The girls hid there for almost two days without any food or water.

“You girls head for the kitchen. Breakfast will be ready soon,” Mike said.

The last door on the hallway was Freddy’s room. Inside were Jung, his wife Jenna, and their two children, Claire and Jung Jr. Mike brought the To family with him on his way from Pittsburgh to the cabin. He found them in an airport, and when Jung found out about the cabin and where Mike was going, he begged to bring his family along.

Mike knew the dangers of bringing the family with him. He wasn’t sure if they’d even make the journey. On their way here, Jenna was shot in the shoulder. It wasn’t a fatal hit, and Mike was able to get the bullet out. But she lost a lot of blood and without professional medical attention there was always the risk of complications.

Jung hadn’t stopped shaking since his wife was hit. Before Mike knocked on the door he could hear whispering on the other side.

“Jung?” Mike asked.

Mike pushed the door open. Jung was kneeling on the side of the bed, Jenna lying motionless on top of the sheets. His head was bowed, and his hands clutched a string of beads wrapped around his knuckles.

The youngest, Claire, was cuddled up to Jenna on the bed, while Jung Jr. sat in the corner reading an old picture book that belonged to Freddy when he was a kid.

Jenna looked bad. Her face dripped with sweat. Her skin was pale.

“Jung?” Mike repeated.

The whispering stopped. Jung looked back at Mike. His eyes were red and strained from either crying or a sleepless night.

“Whenever you’re done, everyone’s in the kitchen,” Mike said.

Jung inclined his head and went back to his whispers. Mike shut the door gently behind him. He knew what Jung was going through right now. It’s what Mike went through during his four-day journey trying to get back to his own family.

When Mike’s family escaped the neighborhood after everyone turned on him he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see them again. He knew that he’d give everything he had to find them, but in the back of his mind stood the looming presence of reality. It was a reality he faced with every step of the eighty miles he walked to get here.

Ray, Tom, and Clarence were up after all the commotion and traffic from people passing the living room where they slept.

The cabin was loud with chatter about what was for breakfast. Stomachs growled and Anne started handing out a few cans of pears. People passed them around as Tom came in to help Anne fire up the skillet.

Mike waited until after breakfast to speak with everyone. He thought it best to tell people difficult news on a full stomach rather than an empty one.

“Hey, everyone, listen up,” Mike said.

The kitchen and living room fell silent. Every eye in the cabin was staring at him. It was an odd feeling for Mike, the air of authority he now possessed; it was an unspoken agreement from everyone he’d helped stay alive. They wouldn’t be here without him.

“With the amount of people we have here now, the cabin is beyond its intended capacity. I built this place with the idea that there’d only be five occupants. Now, there’s more than triple that. I stashed enough food rations and water to last five people six months. With the rate we’ve been going through food and the number of mouths we now have to feed, our food rations will be gone much sooner.”

“So what’s the call?” Clarence asked.

“The husband of the woman who let us borrow the cart to bring Jenna up here is a hunter. He knows the area well. I’m going back there today to see if we can work out an arrangement. See if there is anything we can trade,” Mike said.

“The family of the boy who shot my wife?” Jung asked.

Mike hadn’t noticed Jung join them. The beads were still wrapped tight around Jung’s hand, swinging back and forth.

“Jung, it was an accident,” Mike said.

“I don’t know, Mike. The family wasn’t exactly thrilled to see us when we went there the first time,” Tom said.

“We’re going to need food. It’s better if we’re able to work something out now before things get too scarce. I don’t know how long we’ll be here, but if we end up staying through the winter, we’re going to need to know the game in the area,” Mike replied.

“Winter?” Fay asked. “You don’t think everything will get figured out by then?”

“We can’t count on the power coming back on. While I hope things will get better, we have to prepare for the worst. We have to think long term,” Mike answered.

“Mike’s right,” Nelson said. “We don’t know what’s going to happen. It’s better to be overprepared than underprepared.”

“I want everybody moving in pairs when you’re outside the cabin. Anne and Ulysses will give everyone a breakdown of chores. Everyone pulls their own weight. No exceptions,” Mike said.

He wasn’t sure how the group was going to handle being here. Seventeen people living under the roof of one four-bedroom cabin for an extended period of time was going to be rough. Throwing in the fact that half of them had only known each other for a few days wasn’t going to help.

Mike pushed it out of his mind.
One thing at a time
. Right now he just needed to focus on setting up a sustainable food channel.

“Fay, you’re with me,” Mike said.

Anne raised her eyebrow and pulled Mike aside once Fay had turned her back.

“Why don’t you take your dad?” Anne asked.

“I want him here. Ulysses already knows where everything is and you’ll need his help to pick up the slack from Ray and Jenna being down.”

Anne grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him close for a kiss.

“Just make sure blondie doesn’t get any porridge.”

Mike smiled.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Once breakfast was over, Mike and Fay headed out for the Murth’s farm. The trip there would only take a few hours, but Mike packed a day’s worth of rations for him and Fay.