Survival Instinct: A Zombie Novel (105 page)

As he showered, the TV switched away from its normal programming to show a breaking news headline. All around New York City and neighboring counties, what seemed to be riots were occurring.

It was only a matter of time.

1805 hours

The streetlights came on as the last of the family arrived. The pleasant hum of chatter and excitement ran through the house and backyard. Most of those invited had been able to make it, and almost fifty were present.

Tom came from a decent-sized family, with two brothers and one sister. Each of his siblings had a few children. The real numbers came from Barbara’s side of the family. She had been the oldest of five and each of her siblings had anywhere from two to six children of their own. Since Barbara’s passing from breast cancer, the family had grown closer. “Time’s short,” they would say. “We should do as much as we can together.”

If they only knew how true that was.

The party was roaring, and everyone was having a great time, some more than others. Tom’s sister, Patty, and Barbara’s youngest and wildest sister, Mary, started off the night with three tequila shots. After the last one, they sucked on limes and switched to their infamous Patty-coladas and Mary-garitas. No one really knew what was in either drink, just that when these two women partied together, it was like Mardi-Gras.

The youngest cousins ran all over the house, building forts and living in their own imaginary worlds. At a whim, Cowboys and Indians would change into Astronauts and Aliens. The kids loved the size of Tom’s new house.

The older cousins stayed outside with the adults, drinking and answering all sorts of questions. How was the trip? Who bagged the biggest? What’s new? Their throats hurt from talking so much.

Tom had set up tables and chairs outside to accommodate everyone. As soon as he rang the dinner bell, everyone rushed over and filled their plates. It was a true feast. Along with a variety of grilled meats, there were mashed potatoes, salads, breads, and what seemed like a million other dishes. Tom’s specialty was his prime rib, a juicy, marinated meat-lover’s delight.

At the end of the table, Alex’s older sister, Krissy, sat next to Steve, waiting for an opportunity to open her mouth. She was one of those people who loved their own voice. During her parents’ divorce, she had played both parties for money, ultimately ending up in Southern California with her mom. She always defended herself, saying, “It’s not about the money, it’s about the emotional anguish I’ve had to go through. You just don’t get it.” And most didn’t, until three totaled convertible Mustangs later. That ended any pity they had for her. They loved her, but everyone agreed she was a pretentious bitch.

Krissy dropped out of UCLA in her sophomore year to pursue acting, but didn’t get any attention until she coerced her mom into paying for her breast augmentation. The incriminating adulterous photos she used as leverage never found their way to Alex’s dad. The procedure upped her confidence and her bust, all the way to a 34DD.

“So, Steve, why don’t you move to California?” Krissy asked. “It’d be, like, so much fun. We could, like, live together. And I could, like, hook you up with some of my actor friends. It would be so cool!”

“Yeah, maybe,” Steve said, trying to keep that topic unheard.

David Forest, Krissy’s dad, sat across from Steve, stuffing his mouth with thick slices of prime rib and mashed potatoes.

“Yeah, Steve, what are you going to do after graduation?” he said, spitting out bits of potato as he talked.

Steve looked over at his dad, then quickly back to David. “Not too sure yet, Uncle Dave. Keeping my options open,” he replied, desperate to avoid a potential fight.

Collin stepped in and started asking David and Krissy some random questions to deflect the conversation. It worked. Steve lipped a “thanks” to Collin, who nodded. The rest of the meal passed without another word of Steve’s future.

1833 hours

One by one, people left and the dinner-table crowd grew thin. Some went for seconds or dessert, while others slumped on the couch in a food coma. It was a typical Brason party. As Tom finished his plate, intent on another helping of tri-tip steak, a group of his younger nieces and nephews ran over.

“Uncle Tom,” Collin’s little sister, Alexandria, said. “Why aren’t the TVs working?”

“I’m not sure, honey. Before I left I was switching over to satellite TV. It was supposed to be finished before we got back.”

David cut in. “What? No Sunday Night Football?” he whined.

“Sorry, Dave, doesn’t look like it,” Tom said. He looked down at Alexandria, who was giving him an innocent look of sadness. “I’ll tell you what. Steve keeps a million DVDs in the TV room. Why don’t you guys go pick out a few movies, and grab some candy and dessert? I’ll be in in a few minutes to set it up for you. How does that sound?”

Alexandria’s frown turned upside down, and she and the others ran into the house toward the TV room, making a quick stop at the dessert tray.

After everyone was finally done gorging, the remaining food was packaged in to-go Tupperware containers. Like clockwork, the party split. The adults stayed outside for drinks and desserts. The younger cousins and girls played around the house, waiting for Tom to set up the movie. Collin, Billy, Alex, Steve, and Mike headed upstairs to relax.

Inside the bonus room, the cousins sprawled out. The room was riddled with a variety of outdoors pictures, equipment, and guns. A black, L-shaped couch sat in the middle of the room. On one side was a computer, and on the other was a gun collection and desk. In the front, near the door, a huge plasma TV was mounted to the wall.

Billy and Alex took over the couch and played video games. They started with Grand Turismo, Alex’s favorite. After losing five consecutive races, Billy threw the PlayStation controller at the console, accidentally freezing the system.

“Fuck, my bad. I got it,” Billy said, crawling toward the PS3. “Why can I never get away from electrical work?”

“Karma. Just watch, you’ll be doing it forever!” Alex called out jokingly.

Mike sat on the La-Z-Boy adjacent to the couch. A small joint rested between his lips. He had the window cracked open to blow the smoke out, careful not to stink up the room. In his lap, he manicured a tiny little pot plant, petting it and talking to it like it was a baby.

Billy got the system working again, and both he and Alex took a quick drag from Mike’s joint and went back to playing. Alex didn’t notice until the game was loaded that Billy had switched the game to his favorite, Call of Duty.

Collin and Steve sat in the corner of the room with the guns. Steve had his Sig on the table, disassembled but clean. Collin took Tom’s Magnum from the mantle and cycled the rounds.

“He just doesn’t get it. He’s so damn stubborn,” Steve said.

“I talked with him for a little. He loves you. You know that. He just really wants you to serve. He just wanted to keep the tradition going, ya know.”

“I know, but he needs to understand I just want to be me.”

“I think his main concern is just that you didn’t even tell him you were applying to grad school. He said he knew before we left for the hunt. He got the mail when you were out and opened it.”

“Of all the days it had to come.”

From the town of Fullertown below, the distant sounds of gunfire drifted towards the house, sounding like fireworks and partying. Outside, the adults were too occupied with booze, loud music and chatter to notice.

1947 hours

Many hours and multiple cocktails later, the party continued to rage on. Patty and Mary brought out a few bottles of tequila and lined up shot glasses, convincing everyone, even the designated drivers, to do a shot.

“Looks like that’s my cue,” Tom said, avoiding the pressure to do a shot. He saw the trashcans filling with plates and cans and went to take them out. On his way to the side, David stopped him.

“Tom, I got that, man. You have done way too much.”

“Thanks, Dave.”

David grabbed the bags and took off. “And the kids have a problem with the DVD player. Sorry to do you like that.”

“And here I am, thinking you’re being genuine. Gotta love family.” Tom said, walking into the house.

David could hear the sounds of ambulances and police sirens, but paid no attention. As he walked around the pool to the side yard, a cat jumped out of the bushes, startling him. He dropped the bags and cursed. After collecting the bags once more, he continued to the trash area. He lifted the bins and tossed the bags in. As he turned back, he noticed someone running down the street toward him. He thought the person’s outstretched hands were a signal or something; the person, whoever it was, was making guttural sounds that seemed like muffled pleas.

“Is everything okay?” David asked wearily. “If it’s the music, I’m sorry. When I get back, I’ll have Tom turn it down.”

Through the gradually-thickening evening fog, David couldn’t make out the neighbor’s appearance. They said nothing, but kept approaching.

David was unsure of how to respond. “I’m going to get Tom,” he said, turning heel back to the party.

The unknown neighbor picked up his speed and lunged at David, tackling him into the bins. The neighbor’s jaws clasped tightly around David’s neck. David swung the infected man around, and the force released the man, but took off a chunk of his neck in the process.

“What the fuck, man?” David screamed, pressing his hand against his blood-spurting neck.

David stumbled back against the wall and watched the man, or whatever it was, pull itself up. He saw the open wound on its face and multiple gashes on its shirtless body. David slammed the gate closed, leaving the shirtless attacker locked inside the garbage area.

David made it around the pool but collapsed on the wooden patio. Alarmed and unsure of what had happened, a few of the other adults ran toward him, but it was too late. Within twenty seconds, David died from blood loss.

Patty, a registered nurse, tried to administer CPR. As she leaned in to check for a pulse, David’s eyes opened, and he clamped down hard on her neck, creating the same kind of wound, but worse. The carotid artery pulled and snapped like a rubber-band, instantly sending Patty to the ground.

The man from the street had escaped the bin area and now made his way over the gate and attacked Billy’s mom, Mary. Tom heard the screams and ran out to the back. What he saw was more horrifying than any war zone he had ever been deployed to. Everyone ran around, shocked and confused. Panic turned into pure chaos. Family members were dying, waking up, and attacking the living. And not just attacking, but eating.

“What the hell?” Tom muttered, before jumping back.

Tom’s brother-in-law, John, broke through the sliding glass door. Tom used his military training and put John down with hand to hand maneuvers. Using an arm bar, Tom tried to talk him down, but John was unresponsive.

“Damnit, John, don’t make me break your arm!” Tom yelled. Tom twisted John’s arm so far that his shoulder snapped, but John didn’t even wince. What the hell? Tom thought. There was no way any human could endure the pain he administered. Tom knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what. He kicked John away and finally noticed his eyes. Slowly, Tom backed up next to the fireplace and picked up a poker, waiving it at his deranged brother-in-law. “John, damnit! I don’t want to, but I will hurt you if you don’t stop!”

The threat had no effect and John dove at him. In self-defense, Tom jammed the poker through his brother-in-law’s eye, dropping him instantly. Tom ran to the alarm panel near the wall and pushed the emergency button, calling for emergency services and screeching an ear-piercing sound throughout the residence.

Mike and Steve had only heard that sound one time before, as a test when it was installed. All five of the cousins upstairs sprang up and covered their ears. They tried to call out to one another, but no one knew what was going on.

“Follow me,” Steve tried yelling over the screeching. He grabbed his Sig and threw in a magazine. Collin followed, loading six rounds into the Magnum.

As they raced down the stairs, the cousins witnessed the carnage. Aunts, uncles, and cousins were running around screaming or cowering in a corner. Some were alive, others weren’t. Blood stained everything and windows were smashed, covering the ground with shards of glass. Tom cocked a shotgun and ran into the five of them at the base of the staircase. None of them had ever seen him that scared.

“Dad, what the hell is going on?” Steve asked hysterically.

“I have no idea what’s happening, but everyone is getting attacked, then getting up and attacking the others. It’s like they’re insane or something.” Tom paused to shoot, hitting their Aunt Mary in the back of the head, putting her down for good.

“Dad! You just killed Aunt Mary!” Mike yelled.

“Mom?” Billy mumbled. He tried to run toward his mother, but Tom stopped him and ordered him to stay put.

“You guys don’t get it. I saw her get tackled and literally fed on until she stopped moving. Now she’s up and running. Something happens to them once they get bit. I don’t know why, but they’ve been coming back to life, mad.”