Read Green Fields (Book 4): Extinction Online

Authors: Adrienne Lecter

Tags: #Zombie Apocalypse, #dystopia

Green Fields (Book 4): Extinction (4 page)

He gave me another once-over, mostly focused on the weapons strapped all over my body. “No idea. Ten?”

That got the scoff it deserved. “I haven’t kept count. But you better add a few zeroes at the end of that estimate.” And because I’d earned those bragging rights… Stepping closer, I let the last hint of warmth drain from my smile. “The first one I killed was with a cake knife. And if he hadn’t guzzled down half a bottle of sugar syrup he would have been one of them. Trust me when I tell you that I’m not afraid of anything that’s out there.” Blatant lies—for the most part—but my conviction must have seemed real to him because he blanched to a sickly hue of green.

“Seriously?”

I shrugged. “Do you think that a group where half the people are no longer welcome in settlements like yours would accept me as their leader if I was just a wimp they kept around for a mascot? I earned that spot.” I was a little surprised that I managed to withhold the part about regularly jumping Nate’s bones, but Nervous Guy already eyed me with almost the same mistrust as them—no need to add unnecessary fuel to those flames.

“You really are that crazy,” he murmured, shaking his head. I kept on smiling, because somehow that disgust crossing his features seemed more like a badge I’d earned than the scorn he likely thought it was. Screw them. They needed us more than we needed them.

“Well, it was nice chatting with you,” I said, lying through my teeth, “but we should be going now. I wasn’t lying about the zombies. You kind of have a little infestation going on over there. If you’re the praying sort, hope they won’t come this way.” Turning away from him, I stuck two of my fingers between my lips and whistled, making heads all over snap in my direction. “Anyone still needing to take a leak, now’s your time. We’re just burning daylight here.”

Groups broke up and people returned to their cars, while the good townfolk beat it to their gate. Nate was still quick enough that he managed to walk by me and grab my ass just in time for Nervous Guy to see it. I snarled at Nate, which just got me shut up when he leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. I might have nibbled on his bottom lip just a little bit. Nervous Guy was still staring at me as I jumped into the car and buckled myself in, making sure that my shotgun was ready in the rack between the seats. The sun was still a good two handspans over the horizon, giving us another hour or so before it would set on us. Without another word, I started the car and threw it into reverse, spewing gravel in my wake as I sent it down the road, away from the settlement.

“Any idea where you’re going?” Nate asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.

“Anywhere but here. Got any complaints?”

“None whatsoever.”

So we headed roughly south, as far west-bound as the Missouri River would allow us. With luck, we’d make it to a nice hiding place in Missouri tonight. I’d had enough of Iowa for a while.

Chapter 3

We found ourselves a cozy hollow by some trees growing on a soft slope—ideal to let us see anything coming for miles, but leaving the cars without being silhouetted against the sky. There was a small pond there, fed by a gurgling creek, all very idyllic. I didn’t give a shit, although water was always nice. After spending the last day longing for a bath, I was sorely tempted to brave the pond, but it didn’t look deep enough to submerge me fully, and it was cold as fuck. No, thank you. Nate would have to live with my reek for another couple of days. I’d tried going with deodorants for a while last summer, but with no real chance to wash beyond what my hands could scoop up and some bars of soap, just sweat was a lot more bearable. Maybe we would stay somewhere like this for a while so I could thoroughly wash my things. That would help.

After the last mouthful of stew was gone and all the dishes cleaned up, a few of the guys started on their daily exercises, but I used our little scouting excursion over noon for an excuse to remain sitting by the fire that was slowly dying down. After today’s events no one felt like keeping it roaring into the night where anything that was vaguely nocturnal would see the gleam for miles, even with a dug pit and erected screen. Too worked up to do nothing, I got out the notes I’d taken with me from Aurora—most of them my own, but a few of the diagrams were Ethan and Megan’s. There was also that stack of printouts that had originally been Raleigh Miller’s—the genius virologist who should have become my mentor after my PhD thesis, and, not quite coincidentally, Nate’s brother. Not for the first time I wondered if, had things happened differently, he and I could have prevented the apocalypse. On my vainest days I liked to believe that we might have stood a chance, if a small one. Tonight I was rocking a mood that was a lot more realistic, which made me abandon the science shit after twenty minutes.

“Still can’t leave your old glory days behind, doc?” Burns teased as I trotted back and let myself fall into a crouch next to him. I glanced up and gave him a pointed look, but that went ignored of course.

“Could you just leave your soldiering behind if suddenly there were no wars and no one to fight anymore?” I asked.

“There’ll always be heads that need bashing in,” he provided, ever the voice of reason.

I stared at the flames for a while, watching the last of them die down until there were only glowing embers left behind.

Martinez dropped down on my other side, leaning back against a fallen log the guys had dragged over to use for a makeshift bench. “You had those notes from your old workplace with you all year long and you never glanced at them once,” he pointed out. “Why the change now?”

I shrugged, not sure I knew the answer myself, let alone if it was one I wanted to share.

“We barely have the resources to investigate anything,” I said. “There’s a chance that I can find something that’s in there that they’re overlooking.”

Nate, sitting next to the Ice Queen across from us, scoffed. “To what end? What does it matter if you drag up one more useless detail? They spent a year on hunting down the activator that flips the switch in us, and it changed exactly nothing. Why bother? You know that you can be a lot more use out here with the shotgun in your hands than in a lab somewhere. Isn’t that the reason why you’re here, with us?”

I waited for him to add the part about my admission that it had been his sexual prowess that had turned me away from science, but the joke seemed to have run its course. Finally. It had been fun the first five times, tops.

Pia let out a derisive sound. “Rifle or carbine would be better. You simply make more damage when you don’t have to fight in close quarters.”

I ignored her gripe. I knew well enough that everyone but me agreed on that point. They still weren’t going to change my mind. And I did take the AK that was right now in the rack where my shotgun was during the day when I had to mow down greater numbers at a distance. I just preferred the shotgun for when I didn’t have to.

“I wouldn’t be sitting here if I thought I could make that kind of a difference,” I answered Nate’s question. “But doesn’t mean that part of my life has to be over forever. I can do both. Adventuring scientist, like the great inventors of old.” That got me the laughs I expected, but Nate didn’t leave it at that.

“You sure that’s healthy?” he asked.

“What, destroy my eyesight by the dying fire? Probably not,” I shot back.

He gave me one of his deadpan stares that let me know that he wouldn’t let me bullshit my way out of this tonight.

“It’s only been two weeks and already you’re starting to regret your decision not to stay in Aurora. Take over their lab. Be their queen bee. Something like that has a tendency to fester, to turn into an obsession. I’d rather not lose you because you get so mopey that you get careless and end up dead because of it.”

“Aw, don’t worry, I wouldn’t give you that satisfaction, dying of sloppiness,” I griped. “If I die, it will be in an act of defiant stupidity. Or heroism. According to you, that’s the same, right?”

He grimaced, but not quickly enough to hide his beginning smile. That was an ongoing discussion all right.

“You didn’t even deny that you are mopey,” he said. “Something’s up.”

Sighing didn’t really do much, so I stopped fidgeting with the blade of grass that I’d been twirling for the past minute and stared straight at him.

“I’m pissed, okay? Livid, actually. Happy now? Admitting it doesn’t change a thing, and it doesn’t help anyone, either.”

“Makes you more human,” Burns grumbled next to me, giving me a nudge with his shoulder. “And lacking cable TV, listening to your tirades always serves for prime entertainment these days.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but when no one else spoke up, I let out my breath in a rush.

“It doesn’t matter. Just because those cowardly fucktards believe…” I trailed off, then started anew. “I made the right decision. I don’t regret it. I just really wanted a bath, is all. Happy now? I’m throwing a temper tantrum like a small child because I feel gross.”

I got grins and the odd chuckle, but Martinez didn’t let me get away with that.

“You’re not the only one who feels like that. Except for the bath, maybe. I’m not sure that standard of hygiene has made the rounds yet. I wouldn’t call it outright betrayal—“

Bailey interrupted him, not quite incidentally scratching his neck. “Coming close enough to it as it is,” he offered. A few supportive murmurs rose.

Martinez stared at the fire for a few seconds before he glanced back to me. “Call it whatever you wish. We all feel it. You just have the added benefit of having had another option that none of us had.”

“You could have stayed,” I replied. “You knew a couple of the guys who were doing guard duty there.”

“And spend the rest of my life hunkering behind a wall, knowing each and every day that if that wall comes down, we’re all dead? No, thanks. I’d rather take my chances out here,” Martinez said. His usual easy smile resurfaced. “Besides, couldn’t stare at Burns’s ass if I remained behind. My life would be so empty.”

That got the laughs it deserved, and for whatever reason, it made me feel just a little better. As did Burns’s not exactly gentle slap on the back, offered with a low, “You’ll get over it.” He was right. I would. Still sucked to be me right now. Or us.

Feeling like I deserved another snack, I got up and walked the short distance to my car, nodding at Clark in passing who was on sentry duty. In the gloom of dusk it was impossible to see what I was doing, but I knew all those stacks and containers by heart. After securing everything once I had my chunk of bread, I lingered for a moment. Rather than close everything back up, I slid behind the wheel and turned the radio back on. We’d disconnected the transponder after leaving New Town again, essentially taking us off the grid, but out of paranoia I usually hooked up the radio to one of our spare batteries over night. If anything happened, at least we wouldn’t have to fumble in the dark to get that working. The green light that showed that the unit was operational was glowing faintly, as usual. But what wasn’t usual was that the red one right next to it was coming on and off. I hadn’t known it could do that. Usually it was either on or off, depending on whether we were sending or not.

“Nate? Can you come over for a sec?” I called into the darkness, just loud enough to carry over to the others. A chorus of laughs and catcalls answered me, making me sigh with exasperation—as if I’d want to rut around in the car if I could avoid it—but the man in question leaned in on his side a few moments later.

“You called, milady?”

I stared at him, sure that in the murky darkness of the interior that was completely lost on him.

“Do we have a manual for this thing?” I asked, pointing at the radio. “That red light—“

“Shouldn’t be on,” he agreed with me, sliding into his seat, shutting the door behind him. That got us a few more whoops, particularly when I shut mine as well. Nate flashed me a grin, but reached for the radio rather than me. “Only one way to find out, right?”

Static filled the car the moment he switched to a working frequency, making me tense, if not quite jump. Then Tamara’s voice filled the car, her usually easy-going tone clipped. Not good.

“…Repeat, we have a streak warning for northern Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Missouri. If you’re anywhere in the region, either get the hell out of there or seek shelter. At least two groups have gone dark on us already. We don’t want to make it a third. Stay safe, guys and dolls. We still need you.”

That was ominous enough to make my light unease compact to a solid ball of lead in my stomach.

“I presume she’s not talking about someone running around the countryside naked,” I said.

Nate shrugged and reached for the mic, switching to the direct, private channel to Dispatch. “Dispatch, this is Thirteen Alpha, do you copy?”

It only took a moment for Tamara’s voice to fill the car, making me guess that we’d tuned into a live broadcast, not just one of the recorded bulletins they sometimes had going when no one was manning the station.

“Nate, that you?”

“In the flesh,” he confirmed. “Bree’s here, too. Wouldn’t be flirting on the com with you without her present.”

Tamara laughed, although it carried a noticeable hitch. “Oh, sugar, of course you wouldn’t. What’s up? You guys still trolling Nebraska for underwear catalogs? Just saying, that’s been a running joke for days.” She was, of course, referring to our most nefarious if useless bounty that we’d liberated at that mall we’d hit earlier this week. Never mind the tons of outdoor gear, batteries, and three entire trash bags filled with medicine—it was the pamphlets that Nate had pilfered while I’d been on the lookout for new panties that had half the com network in fits for days.

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