Radioactive and The Decay Dystopian Super Boxset- A Dirty Bomb and Nuclear Blast Prepper Tale of Survival (50 page)

David stood at the gate with Rob, Carlie, and Melvin who comprised the dedicated night watch team. Things had been quiet for a couple of days, but the calmness was not something to take for granted, they believed. Each one of them had witnessed the unpredictability of the Seventh Order, and knew them to be capable of anything.

“We should find them and take them out,” Carlie said leaning against a light pole.

“Take them out?” Melvin asked. “You know that there are children at their camp, right?”

“There are children here too. It’s doesn’t have to be one or the other. We just get the ones that are trying to harm us,” Carlie reiterated.

“That just sets the stage for collateral damage. It’s too risky,” Melvin said.

“Whatever, sitting here and waiting on them is a bone-headed move,” Carlie said.

“Let’s stop the bickering and keep watch like we’re supposed to,” Rob said.

Carlie rolled her eyes and walked toward the front gate. The gate was covered with plywood on both sides. They had devised a lookout box, set at eye-level, to see outside the walls. David suggested guard towers, but the Sheriff told him the bunkers would have to come first. There was so much to do and no time to do it in.

Carlie peaked through the lookout box as she had done every five to ten minutes. She was used to seeing a dark, empty street before her, but as she flipped open the lookout box, she saw small flames in the air moving steadily toward them. The flames were attached to sticks. Upon closer inspection, Carlie could see that they were torches held by people. It looked like something out of a
Frankenstein
movie. She slammed the cover shut and turned to David.

“Code red,” she said. “We’ve got outsiders approaching.”

“Is it the cult?” Rob asked.

“I don’t know,” Carlie said as she pulled the charging handle back on her rifle. “A bunch of them out there, and they’re walking toward us.”

Rob, Melvin, and David ran to the lookout box and pushed each other out of the way to get a look.

“Toss me one of those flares,” David said while looking outside the gate. Carlie grabbed a flare from a nearby box and tossed it to David. He split it open and threw it over the gate. Its radiant red light illuminated the sky in a bright star that fell to the ground. David could see several people armed to the teeth as they dispersed toward the town. The ones carrying the torches stopped within fifty feet of the gate and began chanting.

“Give us strength… give us light… give us all that we need to fight… the glory of the Seventh Order shall prevail.”

Leading the chant was none other than Sister Bonnie. David instantly recognized her. He turned to his team.

“It’s them. Alert the town. Get everyone out here now. Women and children in the bunkers.”

“Plenty of the women can shoot. We’re not helpless.” Carlie quipped.

“You know what I mean,” David said. “Whoever can help defend the gates, get ‘em out here. The rest get in the bunker.”

Rob and Carlie jumped into their truck and drove fast as lightning through the streets, leaving David and Melvin at the gate. They repeatedly honked the unusually loud horn of their 1997 Nissan as they sped through the town, sounding the alarm. From the gate, David looked to Melvin.

“Everyone better hurry up and get out here, these crazy fuckers mean business.”

Rob and Carlie drove through the neighborhood in circles. People came out of their homes, confused and disoriented. Paul was in deep sleep when he was awoken by the blaring of the horn. At first, he tried to ignore it, thinking it an outside nuisance. Then it hit him: the Seventh Order was outside the gates.

Paul jumped up. “This can’t be happening,” he said. He fell out of bed and grabbed his clothes. “This has to be a
fucking
joke.” He stood up and tried to put his jeans on, but he could barely see. With one leg in the air, Paul fell back into the nightstand and crashed on the ground. “Son of a bitch!” he yelled.

A knock came at his door.

“Paul, are you okay,” Julie’s voice said from outside.

“I’m fine, Julie,” Paul said while lying on the floor.

“What’s going on outside?” she asked.

“It’s an alert, but everything is going to be okay,” Paul said.

He stood up, threw a shirt on, and walked to the door. He instantly regretted everything. He regretted staying the extra couple of days. If the Seventh Order was outside the gates, as the alert indicated, he had officially put his life and that of Julie’s in danger. He felt that his feelings for the people of New Haven had misguided him. Or had they?

“Everyone is running out of their homes. Are we in trouble?” Julie asked while looking out of the living room window.

Paul entered the room, carrying his shotgun. Julie’s eyes widened at the sight.

“It’s the cult, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Who told you about them?” Paul demanded.

“Everyone has been talking about them. They want to take over the town,” Julie said.

“That’s not true,” Paul said. “Some of them are a little crazy, but there’s no way they could do that.”

Gunshots fired from outside, popping in ominous successions. Julie looked to Paul. “Sure doesn’t sound like it,” Julie said.

Paul grabbed her. “Get in the bunker. Let’s move.”

Julie pushed him away. “I’m not getting in some stupid bunker,” she said.

“You have to. It’s too dangerous out there,” he said.

Julie ran from him to the other side of the room. “I have a fear of tight spaces, and if you think that I’m getting into one of those tombs you’re crazy,” she said sternly.

“Julie, look,” Paul began.

“No, I’m not doing it,” she interrupted.

Paul looked out of the window and saw Jordan running down the street holding a hunting rifle. “What the hell is he doing out there?”

Paul ran to the front door and spun around to Julie. “Go in your room, lock the door, hide under the bed, I don’t care. Just don’t leave until I come back.”

Julie stood motionless, staring back at him.

“You think you can handle that?” he said. “Can you do this one thing for me, please?”

Paul was growing more agitated by the second. He saw that Julie was upset, so he attempted to change his tone.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, just please, please do what I ask. Your mother would kill me if anything happened to you.”

“I can handle myself,” Julie said. “Or have you forgotten that?”

“I haven’t. But it’s much too dangerous out there for you right now.”

Paul walked closer to Julie and spoke in a more compassionate tone. “We’re going to leave, just as planned. That’s why I need you to stay put.”

Julie gave Paul an understanding nod.

“Now I have to go. Don’t leave your room until I come back,” he said as he ran out the door.

Nearly thirty townspeople stood by the front gate holding flashlights and weapons. The Sheriff walked to the front of the group.

“Where’s the gunfire coming from?” he asked.

David and Melvin ran to him. Rob and Carlie were still driving around the neighborhood, sounding the alarm.

“They’re all over the place,” David said in a panic. “Sister Bonnie is out there surrounded by children. They’re holding torches, and singing. It’s a diversion. I know it. The rest of them are trying to get over the walls. I guarantee it.”

The Sheriff thought to himself. His mind was hazy, and he still had gauze wrapped around his stomach. “We need groups to cover along the entire perimeter.”

“We’re going to have to move fast. They’re not wasting any time. It looks like negotiations are over with,” David said.

“Who fired the first shots? Was it our group or theirs?” the Sheriff asked.

“It was me, Sheriff,” Jordan said raising his hand. “Sorry, I’m a little rusty. It was an accidental discharge.”

“Five times?” the Sheriff asked.

“Well, I only fired once,” Jordan replied.

“I don’t know where the rest of the shots came from. I’m not sure what tactics they’re using,” David said.

The Sheriff looked to Jordan. “You were in the Army once, right?

“Retired, yes,” Jordan reiterated.

“Use some of that old Army training now. Take a small team and sweep the perimeter of the town. All three square miles of it.”

“You have more vehicles right?” Jordan asked.

Jordan looked around and saw a group of people looking to him for guidance: teachers, bank tellers, landscapers, electricians, mechanics, cashiers, and accountants ready to defend the town as needed.

“I need eight people and two trucks,” Jordan said.

“There are more folks on the way,” David said, signaling to some latecomers approaching.

From afar, Jordan saw Margie leading a tired group of teenagers and children into the bunkers. He had hoped he would see her again. That evening, they had talked late into the night. She told him about her husband, the soldier who went to war and never came back. He listened, and only briefly brought up his own situation, up until the point that they both passed out in her bed. They slept soundly, holding each other until awakened by the sound of a car horn. Now he was on the front lines, squaring against an unseen foe that was quickly ascending upon them.

“Take your eight people, get your two trucks, and move,” the Sheriff said.

“Anyone have a truck?” Jordan asked sarcastically.

The Sheriff tossed him some keys. “Here. Use mine.”

“The one riddled with bullets?” Jordan asked.

The Sheriff pushed past Jordan to the lookout box, not answering him. Jordan led his group toward the sidewalk to the Sheriff’s damaged truck just as Rob and Carlie were pulling around the corner. Jordan waved them down. As they stopped, he approached Rob’s window.

“The Sheriff wants us to circle the neighborhood and make sure they don’t get in.”

“Aren’t they trying to get in through the front gate?” Rob asked.

“We don’t know. It’s just a precaution,” Jordan answered.

Paul walked down the road toward the front gate and saw Jordan leaned against Rob’s truck, talking. He jogged to them, grabbed Jordan by the arm, and pulled him away.

“What the hell are you doing, trying to get yourself killed?” Paul said in a hushed, but angered voice.

Jordan pulled his arm from Paul’s grip. “The shit has hit the fan, understand?”

“I see that, but we’re supposed to leave tomorrow morning. This isn’t our battle anymore,” Paul said.

“You just don’t get it. As long as we’re here, we are a part of this.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do, rally the troops and lead them in an assault. Half of these people don’t even know how to shoot a weapon,” Paul barked.

“And how many times have you fired that shotgun of yours?” Jordan asked.

“Damn you, Jordan. We should have left when we had the chance,” Paul said.

“I have work to do,” Jordan replied, pushing Paul out of the way. Jordan called to his team and got into the Sheriff’s truck with half of them.

The other half climbed in Rob and Carlie’s truck.

“Everyone keep your eyes open,” Rob said. The two trucks sped down the road, leaving Paul in the dust.

Paul looked to the bunkers in the distance and watched as the last of the children entered. He turned around and examined the front gate area, as hordes of townspeople formed up, preparing for an uncertain confrontation. He looked to the townhouse, hoping that Julie did as she was told. For a moment, he had no idea where to go. He took one reluctant step toward the front gate.

“Dammit,” he said in confused frustration as he continued on the path toward chaos.

The Sheriff opened the lookout box and observed Sister Bonnie and her circle of torch-carrying children. There were no armed persons within range. Sheriff held up his battery-operated megaphone and spoke.

“Sister Bonnie, this is the Sheriff. I don’t think any of us want further trouble. This has gone far enough. You need to take your people and go back home. You’re not getting over these walls, and even if you do, you would regret it, I assure you.”

The Sheriff lowered his megaphone and waited for a response. The townspeople stood behind him in anticipation. Sister Bonnie said nothing in response. She stared ahead as if looking through the walls. The children cleared a path for her as she walked confidently to the front gate with a flaming torch in hand. The Sheriff watched her intently. She got closer and closer, and then stopped within inches of the wall.

“This is your last warning,” the Sheriff said. “Take your people and go home.”

The flame on her torch briefly lit up the area around her face. The Sheriff could see that she was smiling. She looked from side to side, raised her free arm, and flashed a signal in the air.

The Sheriff tried to see who she was signaling, but couldn’t.

“Grab the ladder,” he said to David.

David lifted a nearby ladder and propped it against the wall. He climbed it quickly to the top and looked over. On the ground, he saw men spread out along the front pouring gasoline against the wall.