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Authors: Dirk Patton

Crucifixion - 02 (17 page)

Thinking hard, Rachel turned and was momentarily distracted
by the heavy bag tied to the side of her pack swinging and banging into her
arm.  It was the bag John had told her to fill with grenades when they were
bailing out of the Humvee.  Grabbing it she spilled the contents on the ground
and counted 10 grenades.  Gingerly picking one of them up she inspected it and
quickly saw how it worked.  There were six kids remaining in the group after
having left Jared in the bus and the other boy ready to start the fires.  She
wanted to keep Nora available on the rifle which left five.  Gathering them
into a tight group she quickly explained what she wanted and looked closely at
them, getting an acknowledgement from each that they could do it.  Handing two
grenades to each kid she sent them on their way, telling them to hurry. 

What was she forgetting?  Something nagged at the back of
her head, but she couldn’t pull it out so dismissed the distraction and turned
her attention back to the assembly just as several men were uncovering a large
pit in the ground and setting torches into the dirt around its perimeter.  The
people were chanting ‘Pit’ at the tops of their lungs and as she watched the
giant strode up directly behind John and using both hands shoved him forward to
disappear into the pit.

Chapter 26

 

When I hit the ground at the bottom of the pit I landed on
my face then rolled and wound up coming to a stop on my back against the legs
of one of the infected males, spitting out a mouthful of dirt.  He snarled and
leaned down to grab me as the female screamed and charged, the other male
stumbling around trying to change direction and come after me.  As the male
above me bent down I grabbed one of his arms, ignoring the searing pain in each
of my hands, and yanked hard.  Pulling him off balance I raised my knees and
deflected him into the female as she dove for me and the two of them went down
in a tangle of limbs.  Above me the crowd roared in excitement but I ignored
them and scrambled to my feet and to the other side of the pit where the second
male greeted me with outstretched arms.

Ducking his embrace I tripped him with a leg sweep and tuned
back in time to deflect the female into the wall of the pit.  They were all
dangerous, but the female was the higher priority because of her speed.  I took
half a second to look around for anything I could use as a weapon but the pit
was all smooth dirt.  In the time I had taken to glance around the female had
regained her feet and was charging again.  This time when I tried to deflect
her I was hampered by the grip of the male on the ground who had snaked a hand
out and grasped my ankle.  The female slammed into my chest and started tearing
at my bare skin with her splintered nails.  Raising an arm to protect my face I
lashed out with an elbow and knocked her aside, broken teeth falling from her
mouth when she landed on the ground.  I stomped down with my free foot and
heard the infected’s arm snap and the grip loosened enough for me to break free
and move away.

The other male was closing in and the female was back on her
feet, screaming as she prepared to launch herself through the air at me.  The
male with the broken arm had struggled back to his knees and I grabbed him by
the upper arms and yanked him to his feet, facing away from me, just as the female
sprang forward.  She impacted the male’s chest and the three of us tumbled to
the ground with me on the bottom of the pile.  The male squirmed like a beetle
on its back as the female tried to reach around him to continue slashing me. 
Summoning energy reserves I wasn’t sure were there I pushed off with my right
arm and leg and rolled the three of us over so the female was on her back with
the infected male and me on top of her.  The other male loomed over me and I
slithered sideways and kicked out, shattering his knee and sending him to the
ground. 

I reached around the male and fumbled to get a grip on the
female’s throat but had to jerk my hand back when I felt the male’s lips on my
arm as he tried to bite me.  The female was screaming and fighting to escape
but she had over 400 pounds lying on top of her and for the moment at least she
wasn’t going anywhere.  The crowd was in full throat and I absently noted the
sounds of bets being shouted out and accepted as I raised up and started
raining elbows onto the back of the male infected’s neck.  He was a big man,
larger than me, and in my weakened condition the impacts weren’t having any
effect.  I thought about wrapping up his head in my arms and breaking his neck
but dismissed the idea because I didn’t want to put my flesh that close to the
female’s snapping jaws.

The male with the broken knee had crawled within an arm’s
length of me and my skin crawled when his fingers brushed my naked hip. 
Kicking out I caught him in the nose with the heel of my foot, breaking it, but
otherwise having no effect on him.  Forced to scramble sideways out of his
reach my weight shifted and the male underneath me was able to roll to the side
and slip me off his back.  Continuing my roll across the floor of the pit I
came up against the wall and looked up at the stakes embedded in the earth at
the top of the pit.  Scrambling to my feet I continued the motion and leapt
high, well… high for me, and grabbed one of the stakes in the lower row.  The
pain in my hands was unbelievable and I nearly let go until the scream of the
female sent a new surge of adrenaline into my system and I was able to push the
pain down due to sheer panic.  Hanging from the stake I started bouncing and
felt it give slightly.  Bouncing harder the stake shifted a little more then
pulled free from the dirt wall of the pit.  I now had a weapon, but when the
stake came lose and I fell back to the floor of the pit I stumbled and went
down.

The female had finally extricated herself from underneath
the male and charged directly at me, rushing across the pit on all fours like
an animal.  Prepared this time I met her, getting a forearm under her chin and
on her throat.  Twisting with her I used her momentum to drive her to the
ground and put all my weight into a push on her throat.  Feeling her larynx
collapse I spun away from her clawing hands and tripped over the broken knee
male.  I automatically stuck a hand out to break my fall and almost passed out
from the pain when all of my weight came down on my left.  Rolling away from
the male I protectively pulled my throbbing hand to my chest and lurched back
to my feet.  The male on the ground changed directions and started crawling
towards me while the other male stumbled around the far side of the pit for a
second then righted himself and started in my direction.  The female also rose
to her feet unable to scream with a broken larynx and barely able to rasp a
breath in and out.  I grasped the stake in both hands, leapt over the male on
the ground and charged the female who met me half way across the pit.

I held the stake in front of me and as the female and I met
adjusted its position and succeeded in driving it deep into her mouth.  Using
my legs to drive forward I held the blunt end of the stake against my chest and
kept churning forward until she went limp and fell away from me.  The stake had
gone into her mouth and pierced the back of her throat, the sharp tip
eventually coming out of the back of her neck as the bulk of it embedded in her
vertebrae.  She was finally dead.  A huge roar sounded from the crowd when she
went down and losing betting slips fluttered down into the pit like a heavy
snowfall.  I was backing up to face the still mobile male when the first
explosion ripped through the night and silenced the crowd.  A heartbeat later
more explosions sounded and the roars of excitement from above turned to
screams of terror.

When John disappeared into the pit Rachel told Nora and Dog to
stay close and started moving forward.  The kids with the grenades had gotten
into position quickly, spacing out in a large semi-circle surrounding the crowd
that was pushing in to look down in the pit.  Their roars of excitement made
her blood run cold as she imagined what was waiting in the pit for John. 
Stopping a few yards behind the back edge of the crowd Rachel looked to her
right and spotted one of the kids she had sent off with grenades in hand.  The
girl looked at Rachel then looked to her right and watched for a few moments. 
The crowd roared again, even louder, and the girl looked back at Rachel and
nodded her head that they were ready.  Another roar from the crowd, shouts of
happiness and disappointment both obvious, and Rachel looked directly at the
girl as she raised her arm high over her head.  The girl’s eyes were fixed on
Rachel’s arm and when it dropped she yanked the pin out of the grenade she was
holding and tossed it forward, deep into the ranks of the crowd.

A few seconds later the grenade detonated with an ear
shattering blast and bodies flew through the air in all directions.  The crowd
fell silent as everyone froze for a heartbeat, then there was the start of a
stampede away from the point of the explosion.  The people who were trying to
get away hadn’t taken more than two steps when more grenades tore through the
crowd, the explosions each coming from different points around the circle.  Now
the crowd screamed as one and everyone was trying to go in a different
direction as no one could tell where the destruction was coming from nor where
it would strike next.  Rachel let the panic grow then raised her arm and
signaled the girl for the second wave.  A few seconds later five more
explosions ripped through the crowd and all semblance of order evaporated. 
Frightened people ran in all directions in their desperation to get to safety. 
People were knocked down and trampled as panic reigned and in moments a nice
wide path opened up in front of Rachel and Nora leading directly to the pit.

Dashing forward Rachel skidded to a halt at the edge, raised
her rifle and shot two men that were running towards her from the far side of
the circle.  Nora had run with her and had dropped to one knee shooting into a
small group of men that were pushing their way towards them through the
stampeding crowd.  Rachel heard Dog growl and a moment later he leapt into the
pit before she could stop him.  Spinning and looking down she saw Dog impact
the chest of an infected male and knock him to the ground, immediately tearing
into his throat.  She noted John on the ground fighting with another infected
then had to turn her attention back to the battle above ground.

Nora had picked off all the men that she had engaged but two
more small groups armed with pistols and hunting rifles had formed up and were
getting ready to start attacking.  Rachel started shooting at one group while
Nora kept the other group’s heads down.  The first explosion from the parking
lot was massive, turning night to day.  The attackers paused to gape at the
furiously burning vehicles and the woman and girl took advantage of the moment
and dropped most of them.  Three shots later and the disorganized group Rachel
had been fighting was done and she was able to turn her attention to the pit.

Three dead infected lay in the dirt.  A female with a wooden
stake sticking out of her mouth, a male with an obviously broken neck and
another whose throat had been torn out by Dog.  John and Dog sat in the center,
John’s arms wrapped around Dog’s thick neck.  Taking stock of the situation
Rachel looked around and spotted an aluminum ladder laying in the dirt a few
yards away.  Rushing over she grabbed it and drug it back to the pit, letting
it fall over the edge as she had to return fire on a man who had popped out
from behind a tent.  Another explosion from the parking lot ripped the air,
then two more so close together they almost sounded like one.  The man fell and
Rachel glanced around, glad to see the grenade kids running towards the bus,
Betty bringing up the rear.  That’s what she had forgotten.  There was no one
to help her with John.

She started to shout at the group to come back but checked
herself when John poked his head over the lip of the pit.  Rushing over she
helped him the rest of the way up the ladder then stepped back as Dog came
bounding up the steps, blood from the infected he had killed flying off his
muzzle as he moved.  Rachel turned her head to call Nora so they could head for
the bus, but the words died in her mouth when the young girl flew backwards and
landed in the dirt at her feet.  A large, red hole was in the middle of Nora’s
forehead and blood poured out of the back of her shattered skull and started
soaking into the dirt.  Rachel stared for a moment before John tackled her to
the ground, a bullet cracking the air just over her head.

“There, to the left of that pile of wood.”  John yelled at
her and pointed out the sniper.  Raising the rifle Rachel fired until the
magazine emptied, not caring that she had sent ten rounds into the body after
she’d already killed the man.  When she realized the rifle was empty she dropped
it in the dirt and leaned over Nora, tears streaming down her face.

“Rachel!  We have to move.  Now!”  John grabbed up the
rifle, nearly dropping it from the pain in his hands, and shoved it into her
arms.  “Reload and let’s go.”  Rachel mechanically dropped the empty magazine
and slapped a new one home, slowly rising to her feet.

John looked at the tears streaming down her face and then
down at the dead girl.  Fighting back the pain he scooped her body up in his
arms and stuck his face in Rachel’s.

“What’s the plan?”  He shouted over the roar of another
explosion from the parking area.  Rachel shook her head and refocused on the
moment.

“Bus in the parking area.”  She said, raising the rifle and
firing at a man running in their direction.  The bullet caught him in the
shoulder and he spun to the ground and quickly started crawling away.  “Follow
me.”

They set off, Rachel in the lead with Dog at her heels. 
John brought up the rear, moving more slowly with the burden of the body
cradled in his arms.  They had to cover 100 yards to the bus, but had only gone
20 when The Reverend stepped into their path.  He was a fearsome sight.  He had
obviously taken some shrapnel wounds from one of the grenades and his shirt was
in tatters.  His torso was covered in blood and his face a mask of pure rage. 
He held a wicked three foot blade in his right hand and stood with his legs
wide apart, silhouetted by the vehicle fires.  In his other hand he held John’s
Kukri.  Raising both above his head he screamed and charged.

Before John could react, Rachel brought the rifle up to her
hip and fired in burst mode, repeatedly pulling the trigger.  The impacts of
the bullets on The Reverend were obvious, but it took three bursts of three
rounds each before he slowed.  Raising the rifle to aim Rachel put a final
three rounds into his face that blew out the back of his skull.  Walking over
to the body she bent and retrieved the Kukri then stood up and spit on him.

“Fuck you!” she said in a low, venomous voice, then kicked
the body for good measure and started running towards the bus.

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