within and I swear I heard that Pamela’s voice. Shaking my head I went down to Charlie’s condo to check on our new arrival.
Charlie was feeding the little girl when I knocked and was told to enter. The nurse, whose name was Rebecca Maxwell, as I found out later, was going through some medication that Tommy and Duncan had taken from the pharmacy down the road.
“How’s it going?” I asked Charlie, peeking at the little face that was feeding noisily.
Charlie smiled at the little face. “She’s been up and down all night, getting water and formula. She hasn’t gotten a fever, and everything seems to be normal.” Charlie looked up at me. “I think we got lucky and got there just in time. Doc says if nightfall had come she would likely have died.”
I nodded. “Given all that we have been through, I think we were owed a little luck. I’m glad it worked out in this case and we’re able to give this little girl a chance.”
Charlie gave a thoughtful nod and then asked, “Any idea what her name might be?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t see anything as we got out of there. I guess it’s up to you if you want to go back and see if you can find anything.”
Charlie nodded again and said, “I’ll go back today to get the crib and supplies, and see if I can find anything else. What are you up to today?”
“I’m in a mood to see if I can’t find us a snow plow.” I said watching Charlie’s reaction. I wasn’t disappointed. His eyebrows shot straight up and his mouth dropped open. He recovered quickly and returned to his usual stoic self.
“Why?” was all he said.
“I figure it might be a good idea to be able to move in the winter, and a plow will allow us to go wherever we want. We both know the heavy snows are on the way, and the fact that we haven’t been hit with any yet just tells me we’re in for it.”
“Well, that makes sense. I’m going to take Jason and Lisa with me, and we’re going to clear the rest of the houses and start firing them up.” Charlie finished feeding the baby and motioned for the nurse to take her. After he had passed her off, he stood up and stretched.
“I heard about last night.” Charlie said, looking at me as he belted on his gun and knife.
I snorted. “Bunch of crap. I don’t have time for such stupidity. People like that have been reading too much End of the World as We Know It fiction.”
Charlie laughed. “I used to read that stuff myself. Never figured I’d be living it.”
We walked out of the condo together. “I try not to think about that too much.” I said.
Charlie headed towards Jason and Lisa’s condo while I went back to mine. I found Sarah up with Jake, who was trying his best to thwart her attempts to feed him oatmeal. I couldn’t figure out who was wearing more, him or Sarah.
Sarah turned to me, with a big glob of oatmeal in her hair and said, “Next time, you’re feeding him. He’s faster with his hands than you are.”
I laughed. “He is. I should have warned you. Listen, Charlie is heading to the subdivision we went through yesterday with Lisa and Jason. They’re going to start firing it as soon as possible. I’m going to head to a Highway Department Facility and see if I can get a snow plow. I have no idea what Tommy and Duncan are up to, but I have a suspicion that Pamela Richards spent the night with them. Don’t know if that is going to cause a problem yet, but we’ll see.”
Sarah finished with Jake and gave him some Cheerios to work on. “You’re not that stupid are you?”
“What? What are you talking about.?” I was more than a little surprised.
“Let’s do the math, shall we? Pamela does not like you and does not want you to be the leader. She hooks up with a friend of yours, and spends as much time as possible filling his head with bad thoughts about you, criticisms of your decisions and what not. Nothing out in the open, of course, but I would not be surprised if there is an election soon to replace you.” Sarah stood there with her hands on her hips. It reminded me of my mother, for some disturbing reason.
I thought about it for a second. “You think so?”
“Of course. It’s what I would do.” Sarah said, giving me a sly smile and a punch on the arm.
I returned the punch. “Thank God you’re on my side. I’m heading out soon, so if you want to come along, you’d better get off your lazy ass and suit up.”
That earned me a glare from green eyes as Sarah stalked off to her room. I picked Jake up and got him dressed, and brought him to Charlie’s condo. I asked Rebecca if she would be willing to watch Jake for a few hours and she readily agreed. I told her about his nap schedule and brought some of his favorite toys.
Kissing his little head and promising him I would be back soon, I went back to my condo and prepared for action. I put on my usual gear, checking my weapons and placing them in their usual spots. I had done this so often I could do it in my sleep. I grabbed my gloves and balaclava, the latter being used more for warmth than anything else these days.
I met Sarah in the hall and together we went down to the ground. Tommy, Duncan, and Pamela were already outside, engaged in conversation. I waved Tommy over, and the trio came as a group.
“I’m going to head over to a highway facility and see if I can’t get us a snow plow. I figure when the snow hits, and it may be today, judging by that sky, we’re going to need mobility and a way to get around if the snow gets deep. Anyone want to come along?” I was sure Tommy probably would, but Duncan was another matter.
Pamela spoke up. “Seems like a waste of time. Why don’t we spend the time gathering supplies and cutting wood.?”
I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. “If we can’t get to the supplies, we can’t exactly gather them, can we?”
Pamela seemed unfazed. “Still seems kind of a waste.”
Tommy spoke up. “Makes sense to me. I’m in.”
Duncan shook his head. “I’ll stay here. I don’t feel like heading out right now.” His eyes drifted to the burn area, where Chelsea’s body lay.
I nodded. “Fine. Do me a favor and make a check to see who needs cold weather gear and get them situated. Also, get some more people out to gather firewood. Check with Charlie and make sure he gets any useful tools before he fires the houses and especially extra coats and blankets. If he finds an axe, great.”
Pamela shook her head and walked away. Duncan watched her go and Sarah ran out after her. I watched the exchange between the two of them, and the body language was interesting. Pamela first put her hands on her hips, then she crossed her arms. Next she leaned in towards Sarah, who didn’t give and inch. Finally, she took a step back and her face was frozen in shock. Sarah left her like that and came back to the group, smiling that little smile of hers that let me know she just did something I likely wouldn’t have approved of.
I didn’t ask what had transpired, figuring Sarah would tell me in time. We climbed into pickup truck and fired it up. The gas gauge was at three quarters, so we were good for a bit. We were only going a few miles, so I wasn’t worried about running out.
Turning east, we went past the grocery store and the gas station. Sarah wondered aloud if there might be any coffee left over in the coffee shop. I smiled but I was pretty sure I would cheerfully murder someone for a diet soda right about now. Alas for the little things.
We passed the drugstore on the corner and I could still see the cars from my last encounter there. The man’s body had been pretty well picked over by animals, and I would bet the woman had been as well. I gripped the wheel tighter as we passed, and Sarah asked me what was wrong.
I told her and Tommy about the murders and what I had done in retaliation. I didn’t hold anything back, as was my nature, and left people to judge as they would.
Sarah didn’t say anything, and I was strangely afraid I had lost stature in her estimation, but Tommy seemed to empathize. “Good riddance. Scum like that are just opportunists. Kill ‘em all, I say.”
“Amen.” was all Sarah said.
I smiled as we rolled down the street, past a golf course and another subdivision. This one was gutted, with skeletal remains of homes burned and others with windows smashed and doors torn off. From our vantage point, I could see that no house had been spared. Every mailbox had a white flag of some sort on it. This must be what the areas north of the river, closer to Chicago must look like. When the Z’s headed south en masse, they
