Radioactive and The Decay Dystopian Super Boxset- A Dirty Bomb and Nuclear Blast Prepper Tale of Survival (27 page)

Julie backed away while holding the knife. She stared at Edwin emotionless. He gritted through his teeth and formed into a fetal position. His eyes darted to the pistol on the ground only a few feet away.

“Julie!” Paul shouted, snapping her out of her daze. She turned to him and was met with an intense embrace.

“Are you okay?” he asked throwing his arms around her.

She nodded and rubbed her hand across her face to remove some tears.

“Come here,” Paul said. He pulled her closer and hugged tightly. “I’m so sorry,” he said.

Edwin crawled towards them like a wounded animal. He held one outstretched arm in the air and grabbed at the nearby pistol. Paul and Julie took quick notice of Edwin’s approach. Paul pulled Julie away and placed himself between them. Edwin moved closer, grunting along the way. Paul looked at the ground to see what Edwin was lurking towards. The pistol lay there like a prize.

Paul lunged forward as Edwin pushed himself over to the pistol. Paul nearly stumbled as Julie ran in front of him. She rushed to the ground and landed on her knees to Edwin’s side. He lay on his stomach, concealing the pistol in a protective manner. Julie raised the knife into the air and brought it down into Edwin’s back. The stabs brought screams of pain from Edwin. Blood gargled from his throat and out of his mouth into the sullied ground below.

Paul ran behind Julie, grabbed her arm and held it tightly.

“Julie, stop that!” he shouted. He pulled the knife from her hand and pulled her away. She cried into his chest with all the pain they had encountered so far. Paul looked past her to see Edwin writhing on the ground. His bloodied hand had managed to get the pistol, though he could barely hold it up.

“I’ll-kill-both-of-you,” he muttered between gasps.

Paul let go of Julie and gently nudged her away. Edwin tried to aim the pistol, but couldn’t control the shakiness of his hand. Paul knelt down on Edwin’s side and yanked the pistol from his hand. Edwin gave little fight. His arm collapsed on the ground as Paul stood over him. Paul had never shot anyone before. Even though he despised Edwin and knew the man to be a monster, he was hesitant about taking his life. If he didn’t pull the trigger Edwin would possibly die as a result of his multiple stab wounds. He would die at the hands of Julie. Paul looked at her remorseless and blank expression. Perhaps she was as scared as he had been just moments ago. But as he tried to influence Edwin with words, she had lashed out with violence. The ease at which she stabbed Edwin was troubling in itself. Who was the girl who stood before him?

Edwin’s breathing was erratic and frenzied. His body jerked in spastic rhythms. His skin was pale and his eyes were stricken with a hopeless gaze. Paul believed that Edwin was dying, though he was unsure how long it would take.

“Julie, I want you to turn away,” Paul said.

She sniffled unresponsive.

“Julie,” Paul repeated. “Look away now.”

Julie looked up at Paul.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I have to do this. Just do as I say.”

“Let him suffer,” she said.

Paul could feel the steel of the folded knife in the pocket of his jeans. A small blotch of red had formed over his pocket. It was a reminder of where the knife had been.

“Turn around now,” Paul demanded.

They locked into a stare. Julie eventually backed down, reluctantly complied, and turned her head to the side.

“You should probably cover your ears too,” Paul said.

She slowly held her palms to both ears. Paul aimed directly at the back of Edwin’s slumped head. As he caressed the trigger with his index finger, Paul realized that he hadn’t even checked to see if the gun was loaded. He thought about the man Edwin killed in the parking lot as if he was nothing more than a pesky insect.

Paul took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. The pistol jumped in his hand, the shot left his ears ringing. Edwin’s head jerked to the side as it split open at the top. The erratic movements of his body ceased. His arms lay motionless at his side. Blood rushed from his gaping head wound and formed a thick puddle on the dirt below. Julie removed her hands from her ears and observed Edwin’s lifeless body.

“Who was he?” she asked.

Paul lowered the pistol in a daze and walked over.

“Don’t look at him,” he said. “Let’s go.”

“But you knew him,” she said.

“I did. He was a criminal, a murderer. He was after my boss, Bill. But it doesn’t matter. We need to get out of here. Come here.”

Paul took Julie’s hand. He stuck the pistol in his pocket as if it belonged to him.

“I’m sorry, Julie. I really am. I’m sorry you had to go through that, but you’re safe now. Everything is going to be okay, I promise.”

“I saved your life,” Julie said, sounding proud.

Paul thought to himself for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He looked for some signs of innocence in her eyes.

“That’s right,” he said. “I guess you did. Thank you.”

Julie followed him back into the woods. She had little fight left in her, and allowed him to lead the way. Paul turned to her.

“You’ve got to make a promise to me. From now on you need to listen to me. No more running away. You stay with me until we get home.”

“Okay,” she responded in monotone.

She took a glance backwards to get one more look at Edwin. His body was still there among the leaves on the ground.

“What about the police? What are we going to say?” she asked.

“We’re going to tell them the truth. But we need to get home first.”

Paul pulled the map from his pocket and unraveled it. They didn’t speak for some time after. The wailing of the emergency sirens reentered their consciousness as if the sound had been temporarily muted. There were no easy answers in front of them or any clear direction, just forest as far as they could see.

Chapter Nine

The hills ahead were tiring and monotonous. Often, when they reached the top of one, they expected to see a town waiting below. They yearned for any strikingly familiar sight in their path, but there were only more trees and dense forest. It was getting darker out, as the sun sunk further below the horizon. Paul stopped at a creek and cautiously advised that they drink from its waters. Both Paul and Julie were too dehydrated to resist. The farther they walked, the more distant the emergency sirens became. Though it was nice to find some tranquility, it also meant that they were moving deeper into nothing. They were tired, dirty, and hungry. They hadn’t said much to each other since Edwin. Their exchanges consisted of the occasional, “how much longer?” from Julie. Paul led the way, map in hand. “Not much,” he would say. “We’re almost there, I can feel it.”

Julie wanted nothing more than to get out of her sweaty soccer uniform and into bed. She had lost her phone and Paul’s had half a bar left. The devices that they had relied on so heavily throughout a normal day had become paperweights in their pockets, although Paul had found a helpful use for his, courtesy of a compass app. As they walked, he cursed the map under his breath and out of hearing distance from Julie.

Having known Paul over the years, Julie wasn’t sure what a promise meant from him. Their relationship, outside of Samantha, consisted of him picking her up from soccer practice. She had never wanted to move from Philadelphia to Beech Creek, but had done so because of her mother’s marriage to Paul. After losing his IT job after a round of layoffs, her family struggled financially. The temporary answer to their problems became Paul’s parents’ house in Beech Creek. Small town life soon followed. Because of Paul, she had to move away from her friends and to a new town. Because of Paul, they had run out of gas. Because of Paul she met Edwin. And now, because of Paul, they were in the woods with no end in sight.

At the bottom of the hill Paul stopped to reassess their direction. He held up the map studying it. His fingers moved across the surface in the spot on the map he believed they were. Julie walked past him without taking notice.

“Hold on, Julie,” he said.

She stopped and turned around.

“What now?” she asked.

Paul’s eyes followed the wooded area on the map. He moved his finger to a nearby symbol.

“According to the map, there’s an Army reserve base close by. We could stop there and get some help.”

“How far?” Julie asked.

“It should be right over this next hill,” he said.

Julie sighed.

“Guess we don’t have much of a choice then,” she said.

“This is good,” Paul said with a smile. “We’re going to be alright.”

Feeling hopeful, Paul led the way with Julie in tow. Perhaps he was right. Everything might turn out better after all. However, another hour of walking and Julie felt like she would collapse. They avoided conversation about Edwin and continued ahead. What would they tell Samantha? What would they tell anyone? And would they tell anyone?

“Keep up, Julie,” Paul said turning back to her.

The prospect of military assistance energized Paul. He would ask them to explain what had happened. Why was there a mushroom cloud over Beech Creek? Are the radiation concerns legitimate? They would know everything. It was perfect. His hunger for knowledge rivaled the growing pains in his stomach.

Up ahead, they saw a road. Its welcoming sight brought great relief. Paul’s pace quickened as Julie struggled to keep up.

“We found it,” he said with surprise, though the area was deserted. They approached the side of the narrow and worn two-lane road. Paul hurried to a sign implanted on the right side of the road that read: “Army Reserve Center: 1 Mile.”

“This is it, I knew we were close,” Paul said. His excitement showed, and Julie suddenly felt hopeful as well.

“Maybe they’re using it as a shelter,” Julie said.

“Even better,” Paul said. “They can tell us exactly what is going on.”

After making it to the gate, they could see a two-story building. The entire area was surrounded by large chain-link fence. The front gate was open, but oddly enough, no vehicles were around. Paul grew suspicious. It seemed that it would have been an ideal place to seek shelter.

“We made it,” Paul said while doing his best to sound encouraging.

Julie trailed behind his brisk steps.

“There’s no one here,” Julie said.

As they entered through the gate, Paul was surprised to find the parking lot ahead of them empty. He looked around for signs of life. A security guard, a soldier, a stray cat--anything. Each window in the building was dark. It didn’t look like there was a light on in the entire premises. Letters on the top front of the building read: “William P. Ganz Army Reserve Center.” A large flag pole stood in the center of the parking lot with an American flag waving fiercely in the wind.

“There has to be
someone
here,” Paul said.

They walked along the sidewalk to the front entrance of the building where four large glass doors awaited them. Paul pushed against one and found it locked. He pulled at the door and got the same results. Julie stood nearby observing the parking lot while Paul tried to open each door. He shook and rattled the last one in frustration, but it remained closed. He hit the glass door several times with the bottom of his fist. Julie walked up and peered through the glass. She saw an unoccupied front desk. Past the desk were darkened halls as far as she could see. Several chairs were knocked over and scattered throughout the front entrance room, as if the place had been abandoned in haste. Boxes, paper, what looked like common trash also littered the floor. Paul stuck his face to the window as well.

“Do you see anyone?” he asked.

“Not yet,” Julie said.

Paul backed away from the door and looked back out into the parking lot.

“You see that?” he asked pointing to the flag pole.

“They’re supposed to lower the flag at the end of each day. It’s still up there.”

Paul stopped to gather his thoughts. He didn’t know exactly what it meant, but continued.

“It means that someone has to be here.”

He walked away from the entrance to explore more of the center. Julie followed.

“There might be another entrance somewhere,” he added as they walked around the building along the freshly cut grass. “It just doesn’t make any sense.”

As they made their way to the other side of the building, they noticed a one-lane road leading to a maintenance area. A sign near the road read: “Motorpool,” enticing them further.

There was no entrance on the other side of the building, so Paul chose the road to the motorpool.

“I think I see some vehicles,” he said. He then turned around to wait for Julie. “Do you want to stop to rest?”

“No, I’m okay,” Julie answered.

Paul nodded and they continued along the cracked asphalt. They noticed a military hanger close by. The wheeled chain-linked gate to the hanger was opened as well, allowing them to enter the area without issue.

The hanger looked deserted. The rolling warehouse door was open and all Paul could see was darkness inside. The entire facility had to be the most unsecured military installation Paul could have ever imagined. They passed an outside bench and some trash cans, and approached the inside of the hanger with caution. Paul could see several large military trucks parked inside. Some had their hoods open, others were missing tires. Several tools were strewn across the concrete oil-stained floor. The place looked like it had been abandoned in haste.

“Listen,” Paul said, halting Julie.

They heard a faint sound of cluttered movement from the back. Paul walked carefully ahead, keeping Julie at a safe distance behind. He saw a person waving a flashlight in the air. It was a man, professional looking, not in uniform, but civilian casual business attire. He was busy packing a Humvee with boxes. He took no notice of their presence and was heavily invested in his work. Paul stopped and held his arm out.

“Stay behind me,” he said to Julie.

Paul walked slightly ahead and looked around for signs of anyone else.

“Hello?” he called out.

The man paused and immediately shined the flashlight in their direction.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

“My name is Paul, this is my daughter, Julie. Our car broke down and we’re trying to get some help,” Paul said slowly approaching.

The man kept his flashlight on Paul, not saying a word. “I was hoping that we could find out what’s going on,” Paul continued.

The man said nothing.

“Are you military?” Paul asked.

As Paul drew closer, he could see that the man wore slacks and a tucked-in dress shirt. A military badge hung from around his neck on thick string. The man was covered in sweat. His short gray hair was a mess. He examined Paul through glasses that rested on the tip of his nose.

“I’m retired military, yes. Now I work as a military analyst. What’s it to you?”

“I’m so glad we found you,” Paul beamed. “This place looks deserted. What happened to everyone?”

“They left,” the man replied. “And I would advise that you do the same.”

Paul grew agitated. “Isn’t there anyone who can help us around here? Can you tell me what is going on?”

“We were supposed to stay, but everyone panicked.”

“What are you talking about?” Paul asked, moving in closer.

“This facility will become a shelter within the next hour, that I can guarantee you,” the man said. “Protocol in this situation calls for an immediate evacuation to the nearest enclosed structure to shield the population from radioactive fallout.”

“Are we in any danger?” Paul asked.

“Not if you stay here,” the man answered. “Homeland security will take over this building soon. Just wait for them.”

“And where are you going?”

“Away from here.”

“Why? I thought you said it was safe,” Paul said.

“It will be, for a few days. After that, I wouldn’t place any bets on it.”

“Sir, I need you to tell me what happened today. For the sake of my life and my daughter’s,” Paul said.

The man lowered his flashlight and walked over to the Humvee. He picked a backpack from the ground and threw it in. “We just want to know what’s going on,” Paul said.

The man shut door and sized Paul up. Julie waited patiently next to one of the trucks, leaning against a tire the size of her.

“My name is Jordan. As an analyst, I’m privy to certain details about the occurrences of today. However, you have to remember that the information I have has not been verified. And you might want to sit down first.”

Paul looked around. There was nowhere to sit.

“On the floor?” he asked.

“If you like,” Jordan replied.

“I’m okay, thanks,” Paul said.

“At approximately 4:00 p.m. today,” Jordan continued, “Philadelphia was hit with a nuclear weapon, reportedly eradicating the city and its population. The radiation alone was enough to kill anyone within twenty miles, possibly further. The government has fully deployed their federal and military assets to respond to the attack. Sometime following the first strike against Philadelphia, there was another nuclear explosion reported near the city of Williamsport, which is much closer to Beech Creek. All military and civilian personnel of the facility you’re standing in were told to immediately evacuate. Then our instructions changed. We were to remain here and operate the building as a fallout shelter. Through all the panic, I got left behind. You see, it’s actually kind of funny. I let a co-worker borrow my car earlier to run some errands.”

Jordan shook his head.

“Of all the days. They never came back. The massive power outages are harder to explain. It could be related to the attack or they could be something separate. One thing is certain, we’re either at war with somebody or somebody is at war with us.”

Paul swallowed, but his dry mouth failed to produce any saliva. Jordan’s information sounded far-fetched and speculative, but disturbingly detailed. What he spoke of--what he was saying--sounded impossible to Paul.