talking to her for almost a week once, on the advice of a crappy psychologist who said he could ?help.? By the fifth day, I wanted to eat a bullet for breakfast. That?s one experiment that won?t be repeated.
I gave up the bulk of my active field work when George died. I figured that might calm people down, but all it did was get them more worked up. I was Shaun Mason, Irwin to the president! I wasn?t supposed to say, ?Fuck this noise? and take over my Georgia?s desk job! Only that was exactly what I did. Something about shooting my own sister in the spine just left me with a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to field work.
That didn?t change the fact that I was licensed for support maneuvers. As long as I kept taking the yearly exams and passing my marksmanship tests, I could legally go out into the field any time I damn well wanted. I was close enough now that I could hear gunshots up ahead, accompanied by the sound of the zombies finally beginning to moan. The Jeep was already rattling so hard that I probably shouldn?t try to make it go any faster.
I slammed my foot down as hard as I could.
The Jeep went faster.
I came screeching around the final bend in the road to find Becks and Alaric standing on top of someone?s old abandoned tool shed, the two of them back to back at the center of the roof like the little figures on top of a wedding cake. The figures on wedding cakes aren?t usually armed, however, and even when they are?it?s amazing what you can order from a specialty bakery these days?they don?t actually shoot. They also aren?t customarily surrounded by a sea of zombies. The six I?d seen on the monitors had been quiet because they didn?t need to call for reinforcements; the reinforcements were already there, and now a good thirty infected bodies stood between my people and the Jeep.
Becks had a pistol in each hand, making her look perversely like an illustration from some fucked-up pre-Rising horror/Western. Showdown at the Decay Corral or something. Her expression was one of intense and unflagging concentration, and every time she fired, a zombie went down. Automatically, I glanced at the dashboard, where the wireless tracker confirmed that all her cameras were still transmitting. Then I swore at myself, looking back toward the action.
George and I grew up with parents who wanted ratings more than they wanted children. It was a form of grief for them; their first son died, and so they stopped giving a damn about people. Lose people, they?re gone forever. Lose your slot on the top ten and you could win it back. Numbers were safer.
I was starting to understand why they had made that decision. Because I woke up every day in a world that didn?t have George in it anymore, and I looked in my mirror expecting to see Mom?s eyes looking back at me.
That won?t happen, you idiot, because I won?t let it, said George. Now get them out of there.
?On it,? I muttered, and reached for the shotgun.
Alaric was a lot less calm about his situation than Becks was. He had his rifle out and was taking shots at the teeming mass around them, but he wasn?t having anything like her luck with his shots; he was firing three or four times just to take down a single zombie, and I saw a couple of his targets stagger back to their feet after he?d hit them. He wasn?t aiming for the head properly, and I had no idea how much ammo he was carrying. Judging by the size of the mob around them, it was nowhere near enough.
Neither of them was wearing a face shield. That put grenades out, since aerosolized zombie will kill you just as sure as the clawing, biting kind. The Jeep wasn?t equipped with any real defensive weapons of its own; they would have weighed it down. That left me with the shotgun, George?s favorite .40, and the latest useful addition to my zombie-hunting arsenal, the extendable shock baton. The virus that controls their bodies doesn?t appreciate electrical shocks. It won?t kill a zombie, but it?ll disorient the shit out of it, and sometimes that?s enough.
The mob still hadn?t noticed my arrival, being somewhat distracted by the presence of known meat. Attempting to lure them off wouldn?t have done any good. Zombies aren?t like sharks;