Outbreak: Better Days

Outbreak: The Surge

By Robert Van Dusen

Chapter One

2 July
2011 0721 hours NorthCom Forward Operating Base Freedom Sanford, Maine

Senior Airman Amy Frays sighed and rolled her dark brown eyes before setting back into the paperwork on the desk before her.
She was a short somewhat attractive woman even though her hips were a little too wide and her legs were kind of short. The fact that she was also about five months pregnant complete with a good sized baby bump definitely knocked her down a couple pegs on the old one to ten scale in her opinion. There were bags under her eyes too that made her look like a tired twenty five or so instead of her actual age of twenty one.

However, since she was pregnant and they did not have a
uniform top that would fit her she got to wear a baggy grey MIT tee shirt instead of the top to the Marine cammies they gave her a few days ago. The woman’s LCS was let out almost as big as it could go and her flak jacket was already too small. She was heavily armed with an M4 with an M203 hanging off her shoulder and a bandoleer with four HE grenades across her chest. There was also an M9 pistol in the drop leg holster strapped to her right thigh. She rolled her shoulders trying to move the gear into a more comfortable position.

Frays frowned and gru
mbled to herself as she tried to concentrate on filling out the stack of reports in front of her. In addition to the sweat rolling down her back and stomach the little boy growing in her womb was stomping the everloving crap out of her insides again.

“Airman Frays!” called a voice nearby making the woman jump and look around for a second. A tall wiry man
with blue eyes and a ‘high and tight’ type crew cut in Marine cammies came up to Frays’ desk. “Gonna need you on radio watch from ll00 to 2300 tonight.” Sergeant Bill Hanes said with a little bit of regret in his voice. He smiled awkwardly and shrugged, obviously feeling crappy about having to break the news. “Sorry.”

Amy hid her disappointment with a smile.
Another twelve hour detail was not going to be fun… “Alright. Who am I working with?” she said and smiled back then winced. Frays laughed at the startled look on Sergeant Hanes’ face. Frays found that she liked the man even if he did seem to be a little slow. “Don’t worry, Sergeant. Little guy just kicked me again.”

The man nodded knowingly as if he had suspected as much. “Okay. Well…get those morning reports done.” Hanes said quietly then moved off a couple steps and paused a couple steps away from the desk
and motioned towards the paperwork. “Once you get those filled out just make sure you’re at the TOC for watch.”

Amy grinned and nodded as she took another pen out of her desk then slid the report she was working on over to the side. “Challenge accepted!” the young woman proclaimed and started in on the paperwork
, filling out a sheet with each hand. Sergeant Hanes snorted a small laugh and shook his head as he walked away.

Amy wriggled her fingers after dropping the stack of reports off on Sergeant Hanes’ desk and walked out
side, pausing to put her patrol cap on just outside the door. She frowned then rolled her head, making her neck pop and sending a delicious little shiver down her spine. Thankfully she did not have to wear the stiff neck brace the medics had put on her to keep her from reinjuring the bulging disk near where her neck met her shoulders. Frays checked her watch then started off towards the FOB’s medical center at a fast walk.

The morning was warm and muggy making her shirt stick to her back as she walked the six blocks to the former cancer treatment center. The air was tinged with the caustic stench of burning garbage emanating from the burn pits on the far end of the FOB. Thankfully it did not smell like they
were disposing of any infected that might have wandered up to the perimeter fence. It seemed like they did that every couple of days, the putrefied flesh soaked in JP8 and lit on fire making such a god awful stink that it made her nauseous.

It occurred to her for the millionth time as Frays chewed thoughtfully on a
small cake of shelf stable bread just how similar the architecture was to the FOB she had been on in Iraq. There were sand colored protective walls around most of the essential buildings: the TOC, the Med Center, the Security Forces building, the Logistics Center… It seemed a little odd to her that about the only place that
was not
in its own little walled off area was the ‘Refugee Resettlement Center’ where the couple of dozen civilians lived along with an area set aside for the enlisted personnel and their dependants if they had any.
A couple guys in green and black Digicam patterned uniforms walked towards her, each of them packing heavily accessorized M16A4s and festooned with all manner of electronic equipment and grenades. Their scruffy beards and ‘I’m cool and you’re not’ swagger not to mention the blue diamond on their sleeve where a unit patch should be marked them as ‘Private Military Contractors’. They smiled at her as she approached. “Morning, Airman.” the one of the left said once they were within speaking distance.

Amy forced a smile and bit down hard on a harsh comment. “Morning, guys.” she said with as much politeness as she could manage.
Half the paperwork on her desk had been generated from the Blue Diamond Group guys: three fistfights, two public drunkenness arrests and one guy peeing on a civilian’s belongings for no good reason. And apparently they had friends in high places as none of them were in the stockade… Still that was better than the two suicides. One of the contractors had shot himself and an older woman had apparently stabbed herself in the throat with a ballpoint pen… The young woman shuddered at the memory of a tired, scared and hungry young man what seemed like a million years ago…

Several people stopped her along the way and asked her how her baby was doing a few wanted to feel him
kick. She obliged, a little flattered by the attention and just plain grateful to see so many friendly faces. For months Frays could not help but wonder if she and her little band were the only people left on Earth… A nice young black man gave her a package of beef jerky which she munched on while she walked. People were always giving her little bits of food and she felt kind of bad about taking them. However she found herself craving anything even remotely salty: pretzels, jerky, peanuts… Sometimes she would just eat the salt packets out of an MRE if she could not get her fix.

“Hey Tommy.” Amy said as she came to the desk inside the waiting area of the squat brick building. She did her best to hide a small smile as the man grinned back at her. He wa
s tall and handsome with broad shoulders and scruffy looking brown hair. However there seemed to be a permanent look of exhaustion in the man’s dark green eyes. “Rough night?”

“Nah, pretty quiet.” he said still smiling at the woman. Tommy glanced at the heavy set man with the overgrown hedgerow of a beard sitting next to him at the desk. “
Mike, keep an eye on things here for a minute?” Tom asked as he stood up and stretched. “I’ve gotta stretch my legs for a minute.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Sure man.” he said quietly and shifted his chair over. “See ya in a few.”

The other medic shook his head as Amy and Tom made their way over to the dispensary down the hall presumably to pick up Amy’s vitamins.
The two of them acted like Middle School kids with a crush.

The woman glanced at Tommy as she sauntered down the hall and flashed a grin when she caught him looking at her. “Anything interesting going on?” she asked and maneuvered the bite valve of her camelbak into her mouth.

The man smiled and scratched the side of his nose with his thumb. “Nope, not so much.” he said and stole another glance at the woman, her figure a silhouette in the light coming in through the window behind her. “How’s work going?”

“I think I’m getting writer’s cramp.” Amy said wit
h a small grin. A couple conflicting emotions flitted around in the pit of her stomach as they walked. He was certainly handsome and seemed interested in her and everything but…well…what would be the point, exactly? “I actually don’t mind that for some reason.”

He snickered. “Bet you never thought you’d miss filling out paperwork.” Tommy said as he made a strange little face. His hand brushed against hers as they walked brin
ging a little color to the woman’s cheeks.

Amy jumped back as if he had zapped her with a cattle prod. “Oh, hey…um…” she said with a nervou
s little tittering laugh. Frays glanced at her boots and tucked a stray tendril of her coffee colored hair behind her ear. The woman sighed and tucked her hands into her armpits. “Look…um…”

“Hey, sorry.” Tommy said quietly. He gave her a reassuring smile. “I’
m sorry.” The woman had only been in the FOB for about a week or so and had obviously, judging from her injuries and those of the rest of her squad, been in some pretty serious shit since everything went to hell. Sure he was tired a lot and such but it was tough to imagine what it was like out there. Tommy found that he could hardly blame her for being a little squirrely.

“No…no…” Amy began as they approached the counter where a bored looking man in ACUs leaned across what used to be an information desk. “Um…I’ll talk to you later, okay? I gotta grab my stuff and get back.”

“Oh, okay.” Tommy said with an apologetic shrug. “I’ll see you later, okay?” The medic started back towards his desk. “Have a good day. I…I’ll see you later.” The man stuffed his hands in his pockets and spun on his heel headed back towards his desk.

Amy sighed as she watched the man slouch back down the hallway. She could not help but wonder if she had somehow screwed everything up again.
Frays silently kicked herself and turned towards the dispensary.

“Good morning, Corporal.” Frays said and gave the short squarely built man a little smile. “How are you?” The man handed the
woman a small paper cup with six or seven little pills of various colors in it. Frays knocked back her vitamins and washed them down with a long pull from her camelbak.

“Doing just fine, Frays.” Corporal Waterman said with a grin. He had administered Amy’s first ultrasound last week. The look on the woman’s face when she first laid eyes on her little boy was still fresh in his mind. “How’s the little guy? Still kickin’ up a storm?”

“Ooooh yeah…” Amy said as she put a hand on her stomach and smiled, rubbing the lump as if it were a good luck charm. “My boy’s gonna be a soccer playin’ ninja or something.” The two of them shared a chuckle as she turned and started walking away secretly dreading walking past the front desk again.

“Remember Lieutenant Haskins wants to see you tomorrow morning.” Waterman called after her. Amy waved nonchalantly over her shoulder as she hiked down the hall. Frays made a point of not looking at the two medics sitting behind the desk as she immerged into the bright mid morning light.
She sighed heavily and put her cover back on and glanced at her watch.

“Perfect. Way to go, Aim.” Frays scolded herself under her breath as she trudged off towards the fields in the center of the triangle of runways at the middle of the FOB. There was still plenty of time to go talk to
her little brother Carl before her shift.

Frays walked south down the street headed towards the runways using th
e now defunct control tower to navigate by. A low unpleasant grumble emanated from her chest when she noticed four more Blue Diamond guys keeping an eye on a group of civilians who were cleaning up the trash scattered across the yard of a building nearby. The group of heavily armed men did not seem to be paying attention to the wall a couple hundred feet away from them…which was, at least on the surface, the reason why they were keeping an eye on the work details.

She could hear the low rumbling noise of a bulldozer’s engine somewhere off to her right. A small smile spread across her lips and she quickened her pace a little. Frays grinned and waved cheerfully when she
recognized the wiry man perched at the controls of the heavy construction equipment. Private Adam Lacey glanced up then waved back when he saw her. Amy stood there watching the man use the plow on the front of the Bobcat to fill up the big fabric containers along the FOB’s perimeter for a few moments.

She could not help but feel a little useless and sort of depressed for a second as she continued on towards the fields. Lacey was one of the people, along with Carl and her other friend Specialist Frannie Rodriguez, that had come north from Massachusetts trying to find a safer place to wait out the virus. Her friend
s were busy helping to keep everybody safe while she was only good for taking up space, eating up resources and filling out paperwork that nobody was probably going to read anyways. Amy kind of suspected that her reports ended up either as toilet paper or used to keep the burn pits smoldering away.

Amy glumly kicked a r
ock out of her path as she approached the field. As usual the sight of the orderly rows of green plants growing out of the tilled soil in the center of the airport’s runways lifted her spirits. The corn seemed to be coming in well as it was already up to about her arm pit and there was what looked to be peppers and tomatoes…her mouth watered at the thought of munching on a handful of those carrots off to her right in a couple weeks.

One of the Blue Diamond men came ambling over, an easy smile on the man’s face. Like most of the mercs the man was tall and built like he was carved out of rock however this guy was clean shaven and a little softer around the eyes. The man looked to be about her age and he wore a Multi-cam patterned baseball cap backwards. “Hey there.” the contractor said as he got closer. The man scratched the side of his head as he looked the pregnant woman up and down. “What can I do for you, Ma’am?”