was clearly ready. I preferred iron sites myself. Tommy did as well. We had enough ammo for defensive killing and escape, not eradication. I carried a lighter and small squeeze bottle of kerosene for that.
We drifted north, the purr of the motor moving us at a decent clip. It hadn’t rained in about ten days, so the canal wasn’t moving as fast as it could have. We were all quiet, each of us tucked away in his own thoughts, wondering what this trip might bring, wondering if we had sufficiently said our goodbyes in case this trip was our last. I had left before Jake had awakened for the day and as usual, I had made my promise to return to him. Despite all the progress we had made, he was still my whole world. Sarah had gotten up with me to send me on my way and the way she was smiling made me wonder if she and Dot hadn’t cooked up something between them.
At first we didn’t pass anything of interest and for the most part, couldn’t see that much beyond the foliage on the banks of the canal. After about a half hour, we reached the split in the canal that would take us east and to the lake. There was a refinery on our right, the silent storage bins seeming to watch us pass on the canal. I didn’t see any activity on the ground, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. Big refineries and places like this weren’t attractive to zombies as a source of food. There just weren’t enough people outside of a skeleton crew to watch the gauges and make sure everything was running smoothly. Besides, when everything went south, anyone who worked here would have tried to go to their families.
The sun climbed higher, throwing a wave of brilliance that promised to be a beautiful day. Because of the depth of the canal, we were still in shadows, which helped us move relatively unseen. We couldn’t do anything about the noise of the motor, but a pontoon boat was meant for quiet cruising anyway, so the motor wasn’t that bad.
We moved on and in a little ways we found another industrial area. This one looked like a power transfer area, but I couldn’t be sure. There were actually zombies here, and they shambled over in our direction, but we were going to be past them long before they reached the canal banks.
The only real indication of zombie activity was the roads that crossed the canal and through our binoculars and rifle scopes we could see several of the cars that were occupied by the undead and several other zombies wandering among the vehicle debris. They raised a forlorn moan at our passing and one actually fell into the canal and disappeared beneath the dark waters. We kept a close eye on that situation, since we were pretty certain the zombies stayed away from water for a reason, although we weren’t entirely certain it killed them. If it did, it probably took a long time, so caution was necessary.
We went past a huge complex big enough to be seen from where we were and it took me a minute before I realized what it was. It was a distribution center for a parcel carrier, one of the largest in the area. I thought about all the undelivered items stored there and made a mental note to check it out in the future. I had no idea the canal went right past it.
“Big place,” Tommy said from his perch at the steering wheel of the boat.
“It’s huge and full of goodies,” I said, shifting my pack.
“Really? How do you know?”
“It’s the distribution center for United Shipping.”
Tommy looked around. “So that’s where we are. I thought this area looked familiar, but I’ve only seen it from the expressways. Weird how things change when you’re moving slow and from a new direction.”
Wasn’t that the truth. Charlie nodded in agreement and returned to watching the canal. He was making sure the way was clear of obstacles, like branches and other debris. We hadn’t seen much so far, but in the catches along the canal banks we could see things like suitcases and other floating castaways, reminders of people who chose the canal as their escape route. I idly wondered how many people drowned just trying to get away any way they could.
“Contact,” Charlie said from the front and I shifted my weapon to the ready. Tommy steered the boat towards the middle of the canal and I could see what Charlie was talking about. On the right side of the canal was a subdivision and from what we could see this one had been hit hard. Burnt out homes and smashed windows, doors torn off their hinges, black marks everywhere. We could see rotting corpses down every street and it took little imagination to figure there were more in the homes. Several cars had smashed into homes and blood splatter was all over the interiors. The streets had dozens of zombies lurching around and for the most part, they were ignorant of our passing.
I looked at Tommy and shook my head. There was nothing here. It wouldn’t even be worth it to try and scavenge something from the homes. Until the zombies eventually rotted away on their own, they were the lords of this area.
Some of the zombies turned our way on account of the noise of our motor, but they didn’t do much, just shuffled in our direction. By the time they reached the road that ran along the canal, we were past them. There was also a fence that ran along the road, so we were in no danger. As I looked back at the subdivision, I saw the telltale white flags adorning nearly every mailbox.
We passed a rail yard and a little farther up there was what looked like a truck shipping yard. Trailers were arranged neatly along the canal and there was a small pavilion for the workers near the water. Overhead was the expressway and even from our vantage point, we could see it choked with cars. I couldn’t see the status of the vehicles, but I assumed there was the usual carnage and abandoned vehicles. I gave it little thought. The road wasn’t going anywhere I wanted to be and since the canal was just as useful and relatively safe from attack, why bother?
We moved on and came to the beginning of the true Chicago suburbs. There were smallish homes everywhere and from what I could see, they were all destroyed. They were the little bungalow style homes with detached garages. Flags flew on the mailboxes, grim reminders of the hope that people once had for help during the Upheaval. As we moved past, Charlie and I could hear the echo of thousands of undead moans, as the ghouls wandered in search of prey. Whatever might have survived this long wasn’t going to survive much longer.
Suddenly, we heard something out of the ordinary. The moans of the dead seemed to grow louder and the ones we could see were clearly agitated by something. I couldn’t see anything and Charlie shook his head that he couldn’t see anything, either. Judging by the sounds the dead were making, something was in there they wanted and wanted badly. Anything the dead wanted was usually alive.
I signaled Tommy to steer over to the bank under the overpass. Charlie looked at me and I shook my head.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going in there. I’m climbing the bank of the overpass to see what’s going on.” I jumped off the boat and onto the bank of the canal.
“Good. I’d hate to risk my ass for something like a cat or a dog,” Charlie said as he joined me.
“Who are you kidding?” I asked as I headed up the steep bank of the overpass. “You chased a cat three miles just because Rebecca thought it would be nice to have a kitty for Julia.”
“Yeah, but that was in the country, not in the middle of an infested suburb,” Charlie retorted.
“If I recall correctly, it was in the middle of downtown Freeport, through an area that hadn’t been secured yet and six zombies were chasing you as you chased the cat.”
“Still doesn’t change how I feel about this little hike,” Charlie said as he slipped on a bit of wet grass.
“No one asked you to come along,” I said, stopping near the top and checking for roaming Z’s.
“After all we’ve been through, you knew I’d be along, just like you’d come with me if I was going somewhere, no matter how stupid,” Charlie replied as he joined me near the top, his rifle balanced in one hand as he kept himself from falling with the other.
“True.” I didn’t see any immediate danger, so I hoisted myself up and over the guardrail. There were several cars on the bridge, but none occupied. By the looks of things, it seemed like someone had arranged the cars as a sort of defensive barricade. Nothing that would stop a determined zombie, but it would slow them down. The position of the cars made me wonder what was on the other side and if there were survivors somewhere.
Charlie tapped my shoulder and brought my attention back to the situation at hand. I looked out over the vast subdivision with its rows upon rows of houses, stacked neatly up against each other. If I had to guess, I would have said there were thousands of them, making the approximate number of zombies in the tens of thousands. But what really held my attention was the lone figure running down the street, pursued by roughly five hundred walking dead, with that number growing by the minute. Their groans were awful to hear, a wail of anguish and never-ending hunger.
Charlie sighted in the figure with his scope. “Woman. Early twenties. Looks like she’s been surviving for a while. Got a pack, gun, knife, and what looks like a pipe.”
