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Authors: Mark Tufo

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Zombie Fallout 4: The End Has Come and Gone (2 page)

I shrugged my shoulders. “Hey, I was just doing what all younger brothers did.”

“Yeah, and you weren’t my first younger brother. I made the bottom of my closet into a trapdoor.” “Damn, you just keep racking up the respect points. So what else you got hidden in here?” I asked as I started tapping my right foot on the closet floor listening for the telltale sign of hollowness. Alarm flashed across Ron’s face. “So you do have something here!” I said, redoubling my efforts.

“You tap one more time and I will take the tires off the truck I’m letting you borrow.”

My foot hovered in the air. I was close, but I would leave it at that. Who knew what treasure trove he had hidden? I wouldn’t doubt it at all if it was gold bullion.

He first opened up the suitcase. There were stacks of notebooks and loose-leaf papers. They looked pretty brittle to the touch. I bent to grab a piece and the corner broke off in my hand.

“Careful,” Ron chided me.

“I barely touched it,” I said in defense.

“This stuff is almost a hundred years old.”

“Ron, I’m not getting the importance, especially now, why you’re showing me this stuff.” “Let me back track. Gram Marissa.”

“Oh I loved Gram Marissa, she always smelled like licorice and honey,” I said fondly.

“She did sort of, didn’t she?” Ron said, getting that faraway look in his eyes.

Grandma Marissa had a smile on her face every day up until the day she died; it was a trait I had often desired to emulate but I always seemed to come up woefully short. Either her faith in mankind was much stronger than mine, or much more ignorant. It was better to think the former, it made her seem a much stronger person.

“Anyway,” Ron started up again. “Gram Marissa’s dad was a doctor, actually a physicist.” “Really? I didn’t know that.” I was astonished, that was a pretty lofty position and I was fairly certain that I had never heard of the man.

“Stop interrupting me.”

“Just because you’re my big brother doesn’t make you the boss of me.”

“What are you, two?”

“Just messing around.”

“The whole stress thing?”

“It’s what I do.”

“Any chance you’ll grow out of it?”

“Pretty far in the game now to think about changing the rules.”

“Fair enough, you ready for the rest of the story?”

I nodded and twirled my hand around to let him know it was OK to proceed.

“Alright, so Gram Marissa’s dad was Dr. Hugh Mann.”

“Like
Hu-man
?” I asked.

“I thought you weren’t going to interrupt anymore?”

“I never said that,
you
did.” “Fine,” He said, a little perturbed. “Yes, like Hu-man, only with a Hugh, H…U…G…H, not H…U.” “Sounds the same.”

“Mike, shut up.”

I nodded again, I had yet to agree to anything though.

“So Dr. Mann discovered these bugs that under the microscopes of his time bore an eerie similarity to the human form.” “
N
o way, he was the one that discovered Hugh-Mannites? Why aren’t we rich or something? I read all about them on the Internet, how they were really just a concocted boogie-man to raise awareness about hygiene back then.” “Oh they were the boogie-man alright, but they weren’t concocted. Didn’t you read between the lines, the similarity of time lines between the eradication of the dust mites…” “And the Spanish Flu?
Wow
, I never put it together until now.” “It’s all in these papers.”

“Now don’t get me wrong, this is super interesting shit, and I’m not even pretending.”

“Thanks,” Ron said drily.

“Wait,” a conspiracy light bulb flickering above my head. “How does this tie into the H1N1?” “Now you’re getting it,” Ron smiled grimly. “I started reading these notes right after Dad gave them to me.” I looked questioningly at the brittle parchment. Ron understood immediately.

“I had them photocopied.”

I nodded and he continued. “So our great grand dad was one of the first to put it together. When dust mites died so did people.” “So the flu was no flu.”

“And they said when Mom dropped you on your head you’d never be right. I thought they might be mostly wrong.” “Keep talking, funny one, just remember I’m borrowing your truck and you won’t be there to see what happens to it.” His previous smile fell from his face. “Anything happens to that truck…”

“Whoa, whoa, big brother, I didn’t say anything was going to happen, I merely implied it.” “Yeah, that makes me feel SO much better.”

“I’m just messing with you, nothing is gonna happen to your baby.”

He eyed me unmercifully, we both subconsciously knew my last statement was a lie.

“The doctor realized when the military became interested that his discovery could now be used for nefarious purposes.” “Big word, been using a thesaurus again?”

“Bad, asshole, it means bad.”

“Oh I know what it means, it just seems like you were dropping large words just to do it. So even back then the government was a little shady?” “Remember the USS Maine?”

“Touché. I still don’t know if I’m putting all the dots together. So the gummint…”

“Gummint?”

“Yeah, just my white trash way of saying government.”

“Whatever, how many times did Mom drop you?”

“So the gov-ern-ment,” I said slowly, making sure to over-enunciate each word. “They got a hold of our great granddad’s research and they did what any self-respecting government would do. They figured out a way to use the bugs as a means of mass destruction on our enemies. Is that a fair assessment?” “Well, yes and no. They definitely took an interest after the Spanish Flu wreaked its havoc. There is even evidence to suggest that they ran tests with it around the time of WWII but besides the deaths of 1918 that were caused by accident, there is nothing to suggest that they did anything with it after that.” “Would they wait a hundred years? And why use it against their own…” I stopped mid-thought. “ S
omeone else got a hold of it.” Ron put his index finger to his nose to let me know I had nailed it.

“So someone tainted the world’s supply of flu shots. But who and for what purpose?”

“Hell, take your pick little brother. The John Birch Society, the One World Government, the Illuminati, the fucking Girl Scouts, any one of them. To what purpose? Well, that depends on which one of the psychotic groups got a hold of it. Just plain anarchy, control of resources, not enough cookie sales. I can’t imagine they expected this much collateral damage but there you have it.” “What else do his notes say?” I asked.

“There’s a potential for a cure in here, but he never fully perfected it and I’m not sure what effect it would have on the parasite now. Whatever version is running through those zombies out there, it isn’t 1.0.” “
I
f the government…” “Gummint,” my brother corrected me.

“Yeah, them.” I said. “By the time they got through with it, the parasite has to be a fully weaponized creature.” “Do you think your friend Doc Baker along with his research and these notes would be able to do something?” “Possibly, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin to find him. I don’t even know for sure if he made it off the base.” I missed the doc and his family; they were good people and I only hoped the best for them. “And Tommy is my priority.” “Above Justin.”

“I’ve been good so far brother, but I don’t need any extra pushing. If I thought I had a one in a million shot of tracking down the doc with these notes AND, that’s a big AND, I thought he was alive AND could do anything with them I’d change everything in a heartbeat.” “I’m sorry Mike, it wasn’t my intention to make you feel like you weren’t doing the right thing.” “Oh it probably was but you didn’t mean it in a bad way. We have a link to Tommy. There is a potential way for us to track him down, slim sure, but a chance. Doc Baker could be two houses away from us right now and we’d never know it. I promise if I come across a clinical physician I’ll hog tie him and won’t let him go until he figures out how to make this potential potion.” “That’ll have to do.”

“Glad you’re on board,” I said sarcastically. “What’s in the box?”

“I’m not a hundred percent sure but I think you’ll know.”

“Uh oh, I don’t like it already,” I said, and I wasn’t kidding or trying to be funny.

He pulled the lid off the box. The smell of old garlic slammed into my nose. I intrinsically knew, it would have been impossible not to. As he pulled the white gold locket from its case a tremor of unease began in my stomach and wrapped around my spinal column. I was shaking uncontrollably like a bear had wrapped its paws around a small tree and was shaking it violently trying to make the bee hive drop its prize, only the prize in this analogy was my quivering mind.

“Don’t,” I mouthed silently as he opened the jewelry.

A bolt of power seemed to leap from Eliza’s cold eyes as she stared back at me. A small smile pulled up one corner of her lips as she seemed to take a cruel satisfaction in my unease.

“You alright?” Ron asked across a seemingly vast expanse.

“Close it,” I said breathlessly.

I’ll give him this, he didn’t taunt me with it like a big brother is apt to do with an object of fear. Like countless brothers holding a bug up to the frightened gazes of their sisters. Or the glob of spit that is repeatedly drooped in front of the younger sibling’s face to only be sucked up at the last moment, or a countless other myriad forms of minor torture. My anguished look of distress was enough to convince him that this wasn’t a game.

“That’s her then?” he said as he shut the locket.

“Where did you get that?” I asked after I was able to speak again. I reached my hand out, not sure if I truly wanted to touch it.

Ron brought it closer to my hand. “You sure? I thought you were going to pass out just from looking at it.” “Not from the piece itself, only the picture, it has power.”

Ron eyed me skeptically. He was not a big believer in what he could not touch or see, but he still reluctantly handed it over.

“Wow, it’s so cold,” I said as I gripped the chain.

Ron touched the chain to see what he was missing. “It’s cool at best, room temperature I’d say. I think it might be in your head, little brother.” “Well there’s always the chance of that, Lord knows what else goes on in there, it would fit right in.” With my right hand I grabbed hold of the locket, rubbing my thumb over the smooth surface. I pulled back instantly when I felt something prick my finger. “I’m bleeding!” I muttered, looking at the small drop of blood pooling up on the tip of my thumb.

Ron grabbed the locket out of my hands and rubbed every last bit of it. “What the hell did you cut yourself on? This thing is as smooth as buttered silk. Maybe you shouldn’t use so much anti-bacterial on your hands, it’s making them as dry and brittle as Hugh’s notes.” “Funny,” I said as I sucked the bubble of blood off my opposing digit.

“Use a different finger and touch it,” he suggested, pressing the locket back into my hand.

“Kiss my ass. Rub it on your face first.”

And he did just that and nothing happened, no scratch, no mar, no nothing.

I was feeling a little foolish, I angrily grabbed it from him.

“Hold on,” he said. “I want to make sure that you’re not pulling a scab off or something.” “Fine,” I gritted out as I showed him the index finger on my right hand.

You would have thought he was looking for trace evidence at a crime scene the way he analyzed my finger. “Alright, it looks fine.” “So I can continue?”

“Proceed,” he said airily.

I rubbed my finger over the face of the jeweled locket. “
Ow !” I pulled back quickly, blood was again pooling on a previously unmarred finger.


Crap
Mike.”

“I told you the damn thing had something wrong with it.”

“I’m not ready to believe that just yet, I think you might be hitting a trigger switch or something that causes a barb to come out. Kind of like an early ages theft deterrent.” “Oh yeah, that must be it,” I said sarcastically, now cleaning blood off of my finger and thumb. “Just put the damn thing away.” Ron put it back in its box and then proceeded to hand it to me.


No way
,” I told him. “I don’t want it.” “Near as I can tell it’s yours.”

I shook my head in the negative like a six year old child being accused of stealing cookies. My face was covered in chocolate and in my hand I still had half a cookie but still I denied ownership.

“Gram Marissa was kind of vague, like she was remembering the details through a veil. But the boy with the incredible baklava told her that this locket was somehow linked to his sister, that it had some power.” Goosebumps the size of small gooses, (geeses?) rippled up my forearms. “Gram Marissa met Tommy?” Ron stopped to think for a moment. “I think she said the name ‘Tomas’ but I guess that makes sense from everything you’ve told me.” “Why is our family the center of this shit storm, Ron?” I asked in despair. Just when I adjusted to the extra weight of a particular event, I seemed to pick up some extra baggage. Eventually I would get to the point of breaking, maybe not today but I could feel it coming like a locomotive in a dark dead-ended tunnel. There would be nowhere to run and by then I don’t think I’d want to.

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