What Zombies Fear (Book 2): The Maxists (7 page)

“
What about me, sir?”

“
Johnson, you’re on corpse duty. Glove up and search those bodies out there. Haul the corpses from in here out to the lobby.”

“
Yes, Sir,” replied Johnson, somewhat less than enthusiastically.

“
Yes Sir!” the other men said, as they all went their separate ways inside the building. Charlie knew that the door to the garage was in the next room over. He’d had to breach the door with the halligan the first time through; whichever officer had the keys decided not to leave them on a hook for him right by the door. This time the door swung easily open and led them into the garage where the SWAT truck was parked.

“
Reineer, find the keys to this van please. You might check with Johnson in a few minutes to see if he’s found them,” Bookbinder ordered.

Reineer started searching the garage for the keys while Bookbinder headed for the weapons locker on the far side of the room. Bookbinder’s halligan made quick work of the lock on the arms locker and he stepped into the walk-in closet sized police arsenal. Charlie’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning when he entered the locker. Along one of the walls were rows of rifles and shotguns. The other long wall was all handguns, with thirty Heckler-Koch g36K assault rifles standing in racks along the middle. The same gun that Bookbinder himself carried. These super short barrel folding stock assault rifles were perfect for close quarters combat. They were designed for short range accuracy and substantial rate of fire. At the back was the ammunition locker, which was unlocked. Inside it held 8500 rounds of 5.52×49 ammunition for the assault rifles, various rounds for the shotguns and rifles, including nearly 2000 double-ought buck shot.

Bookbinder left the weapons cage and went to find a cart to load this on in the event that Reineer was unable to find the keys to the swat truck. On the way by the truck Bookbinder looked in the window and saw the keys hanging in the ignition.

“
Reineer!” Bookbinder yelled with a grin on his face.

Dalton Reineer came running in, “Yes sir?” he said, skidding to a halt.

“
The keys are in the ignition. Don’t overlook the obvious,” Bookbinder said, clapping the man on the back.

“
Sorry sir. I found keys to a bunch of vehicles outside too.”

“
Nice work then. Help me load the armory into this thing. I want the central racks too and every round of ammunition in the cage. Load and save four of the HK’s and four extra mags for each. I’m going to sweet the perimeter and check on Johnson on corpse duty.”

Bookbinder walked out of the garage, back through the lobby of the police station. The door leading outside was standing open. Bookbinder saw Johnson with his weapon drawn, crouched behind a car. The only reason he’d take cover would be if someone had a gun. That meant humans.

Bookbinder shouldered his H&K and started edging out the door until he could see what Johnson was looking at. Frye and six of his men had pulled up in two Humvees and were mounting their .50 caliber on the turret.

“
Frye,” Charlie called out in his best command voice. “We have you outgunned and out-manned! You have no cover and we have superior weapons. Stand down.” This was not a suggestion, it was an order.

“
Charlie? Is that you? Come outside and let’s talk.”

“
Stand down Colonel. Weapons down. I will fire.”

“
Ok Charlie. We’re at ease. Come on out.”

“
Johnson! We clear?”

“
Clear Sir. I have Frye.”

Charlie walked out, one eye watching through the ACOG scope, the other focusing on targets. If any of them moved, it would be the last time. Charlie walked in a near crouch, sideways to present the smallest target, keeping Frye in his sights.

“
What are you thinking? We’re on the same side here,” said Bookbinder.

“
We didn’t know who you were, we were just protecting ourselves,” he replied calmly.

“
Johnson, did you discharge your weapon?”

“
No sir, your orders were last resort only. When I saw Frye’s men watching us from the road across that field, I waved to them. At that, they mounted up and came at me weapons hot. Seeing as I was by myself out here, I thought it wise to find cover. That’s when you came out.”

“
Frye, get in your truck. Turn around and go back to your base. If you approach another of my men with weapons drawn, they have orders to fire.” Bookbinder ordered. “Johnson, did you hear that?”

“
Sir, yes sir. Fire at will.” replied Johnson.

“
Go now Frye. You may come by the farm tomorrow at noon if you’d like to discuss this incident with my command. Do not make the mistake of spying on us again.” Charlie backed away from the fence as Frye and his men got in their truck, backed out of the spot and took off.

“
Garrett, Hostetler, stand down!” Bookbinder called without turning towards the building.

“
Sir, yes sir.” Garrett and Hostetler stood up from their prone positions on the roof.

“
What’s the situation up there boys?”

“
Radio amplifier and broadcast antenna are disassembled, ready to be lowered down, sir.”

“
Nice work fellas. Really top notch work here today,” replied Bookbinder.

“
Johnson, did you see anything else out of the ordinary?”

“
Sir, we had attracted a few zombies, ten or 15 standing at the fence. No real worry, none were near the gate or making any move to go. About ten minutes before I saw Frye, they turned their heads and started walking off that way.”

“
That’s the propane depot,” replied Bookbinder.

“
Men! Double time!” yelled Bookbinder, running inside to grab the swat truck.
Something’s wrong,
he thought.
Frye showing up, zombies heading towards Tookes and crew.
His soldiers sense told him something was wrong. A few seconds after that, he heard Tookes’ voice in his head say “
There are 200 more coming and maybe more behind that. I suggest we go to weapons and end this
.”

Bookbinder broke into a run, heading for the swat truck. When he got there, Johnson right on his heels, Dalton Reineer was just finishing loading all of the weapons, ammo and racks into the truck. Bookbinder hit the garage door opener, hopped in and started the engine. He backed it three quarters of the way out of the garage bay and put the truck in park. He climbed up the ladder on the back of the truck as Garrett handed him the first piece of the antenna assembly. Bookbinder then it handed down to Johnson on the ground. They handed the six pieces of the assembly off the roof, then Hostetler and Garrett jumped down onto the roof of the truck. Reineer backed out of the shop with them on the roof, when they passed the Explorer they came in, he stopped the truck so they could jump off the roof.

They parked about a hundred yards from the propane depot. While they were jogging towards the gate, they heard a big truck engine roar to life. They passed a huge group of zombies, maybe 1000 or more coming from way off in a field below the depot. They crossed the last few yards to the propane depot and saw the four of them, the group they called “Command” lined up like a group of super heroes making their last stand.

Leo was a joy to watch. Marshall was fearless, wading into groups of zombies, keeping them at bay with those massive hammers he carried. John was the best gunman Bookbinder had ever seen and of course Tookes. Charlie hadn’t quite figured out how Tookes was still alive, but he’d gotten the best of Watley and the best of that teleporting zombie at the battle on the front lawn, so he had to have something. He was a good leader and Bookbinder respected him.

M1 advanced in the sideways crouch that they’d practiced. They walked in a straight line. At twenty five yards they took aim and fired. From then it was just aim, fire, aim, fire. They killed all the zombies before they made it up to Tookes’ team.

“
There are at least a thousand more that all turned their heads this way right before we heard that first engine start up. We need to get out of here,” said Bookbinder, noting they had both big trucks running now.

Chapter 6
A New Mission

After we all got home from our scavenging, Leo and I cleaned and processed the deer that John shot on the way home from the propane depot and delivered two days worth of meat to Mom in the kitchen.

“
Oh, Victor, thank you so much.” Mom said, hugging Leo and I as we delivered the almost 120 lbs worth of processed deer.

“
No problem, Mom. How are you doing otherwise? You’re feeding so many. The least we can do is process a couple of deer. We also brought a bunch of propane.”

“
Mrs. Tookes, Vic, I’m going to go take a lap around the property and then settle in on the porch with some water. It’s been a busy day.” Leo said.

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “See you later babe. Stay safe out there. Thanks for your help with the deer”

“
Bye hun, don’t’ take any chances,” said Mom.

“
John and Marshall are filling the tank now. They think they’ve brought enough propane to fill our underground tank three times.” I said.

“
That gives us nearly a month’s worth of propane! You guys are amazing,” she said.

“
Mom, we’re just doing what we need to in order to get by. Eventually we’re going to have to move away from propane for cooking.”

“
If John and Marshall were right, there’s enough propane to get us through a couple of years at the depot. It’s not like gasoline, it doesn’t go bad,” she said.

“
Sure, but three or four years from now, that’ll be all the propane,” I replied.

“
Victor, there are times to think about four years from now and times to think about making it until tomorrow. Which time is this?”

“
You’re right Mom; I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. What do you need?”

“
We need all those folks down at the barn to have a clean place to go to the bathroom and a place to shower. We’re washing clothes in the river. We’re going to need some pretty serious sanitation facilities. We have a huge septic system here, but it can’t handle this kind of load.”

“
I don’t know anything about septic or sewer systems, for 10,000 years people crapped in holes,” I said.

“
And they died of things like dysentery and bubonic plague, Victor.”

“
Ok, so we need a sewer system.” I replied dryly.

“
We also need security here. We need people to feel like they have a home. We need people to feel safe to walk outside and let the children be children. We need a big wall. It’ll give people something to do. It will be good to have a community goal.”

“
What kind of wall?”

“
Well, about three miles south, past the Thompson River, there is a quarry. I think we need a stone wall. And we need it big. I’m think it’s going to take 7000 acres to feed this many people and give us room to grow. I did some sketching, here’s what I know of the fields around and seven farms that we would incorporate.”

She slid me a topological map of the area, with a red line drawn around a huge section of land. There were marks all over the map, highlighting fields and optimal growth areas, housing areas, food storage, roads, everything. She’d designed a small city, inside a fortified wall.

Next she slid me a photograph of the Great Wall of China.

“
Did you know the inside of the great wall is hollow? The guards on the walls can sleep inside the wall and then walk along the top of it like a highway.” It was also wide enough to put a horse cart on. We’re not defending against smart zombies with this. I knew that eventually we would kill all of the smart ones. This wall would be built to defend against the hundreds of millions of slow zombies within two hundred miles of here.

Mom continued, “I’ve outlined what I think are the places we should start, using natural barriers to keep us as safe as possible during the construction. It will also serve as a way to keep our resources at hand. There’s a huge herd of buffalo just south of Charlottesville. If we can bring twenty of them here, we can restart that herd inside the wall. We can keep a mixed herd of five hundred on the Anderson farm. They have a thousand acres in two pastures. One of them I want to keep for bison and keep cows in the other.”