Keary Taylor: The Raid

I exhaled slowly, creating small, wispy clouds as we moved silently through the still evening. Dew collected under my fingers, freezing my hands to my shotgun. The cold of March crept down my neck, wrapping around my body, and sinking into my skin.

I glanced at my companions when we stopped at the tree line. They were tired and cold after traveling the last two days, one of which snow fell from the sky. Despite the danger that lay before them, they were determined, focused. They looked back at me. Bill, Graye, and Tye — my brothers in arms.

We were the elite defenders of Eden.

And this was a raid.

We waited as the last traces of light disappeared from the horizon. The stars fazed into the sky and the moon rose over the city, washing it in pale gray light.

The darkness brought safety in an unsafe world.

“Let’s go,” Tye whispered as he stepped from his hiding place toward the road.

Our feet moved silently, our firearms held at the ready. The dark road stretched before us, illuminated by the flashlights Tye and Graye pointed into the night. The concrete was broken and cracked. Patches of green spread across its dark surface, nature reclaiming what was rightfully its.

There were abandoned cars everywhere. Some parked on the side of the road, some sitting in the middle of the street, the doors hanging open and the keys still in the ignition. The buildings around us started to crumble. And animals that at one time stuck to the mountains out of fear of humans prowled the alleys and wild backyards.

The four of us had been on dozens of raids together before. We moved as a well-trained team, aware of one another’s movements, able to communicate without words. These were my comrades, my fellow soldiers.

I may have only been a seventeen-year-old girl, but they still respected me. I was one of them.

Tye walked at the forefront of us, his rifle sweeping with his eyes. Eyes that were deadly accurate. Tye never missed a target.

“You need to stay focused on the next shot,” he’d told me once when I was thirteen. He adjusted my hands on the rifle and scooted my feet into the right position with his own boots. “If you keep that bad shot in your head, your focus won’t be where it needs to be and you’re probably going to miss the next one too.”

With his teaching, as well as Bill’s, I almost never missed these days.

We were in most dire need of ammunition. It was one of the only things we couldn’t create ourselves, and one thing that was absolutely necessary for our survival. You couldn’t forage bullets in the mountains where the colony survived. With one outdoors store in the city, and one general-carries-everything-you-need store that had ammunition, we headed for the outdoors store.

We came around the back of the familiar building. Tye quickly passed the beam of light through the windows, and found the store empty. Pushing open the glass door we had broken years ago, Tye, Bill, and myself stepped inside while Graye kept watch at the door.

Since we walked into and out of the city on foot, we were extremely limited in what we could take on each raid. We could only carry so much in our packs. That was the reason we had to go on raids nearly once a month. Our minimal supplies could only last so long, and so we had to go back into danger time and time again.

“I’ll load you up first,” Tye said to me as he started picking up shotgun shells from a shelf. The stack was getting smaller and smaller. We’d go through the entire supply before fall came.

I nodded and turned. My pack jerked as he pulled the zipper open and then sagged toward the ground when he started loading it.

“Here,” I said, reaching for the packs of socks on a rack right in front of me. They were thick. Hiking socks. Socks for the end of the world. “Put these in too.” I handed back six packs to Tye.

When my pack was loaded as heavy as it could take without ripping, Tye zipped me up, and I went back outside to keep guard with Graye. Bill and Tye continued to load up on more ammunition, heavy duty boots, and bug repellant.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about tonight,” Graye said in a low voice, more frosty air billowing out of his lips.

“We’ll be fine,” I said, my eyes scanning the alley behind the building. “We know how to be careful.”

Graye’s eyes fell to the ground and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah.”

“Let’s go,” Tye said as he and Bill stepped outside.

We jogged between shops, heading for a building two blocks away. Tye and I took the lead, Bill and Gray watching our backs as we traveled. I tried to ignore the dried blood splattered on the brick walls and the casings that littered the ground. How long ago had those lives been lost? When the world started to go crazy? Just last year?

Something clattered on the rooftop right above us and we all scattered. Bill and Graye backed up the direction we had come, their firearms out. Tye and I dashed further down the alleyway, our own shotguns pointed at the roofline.

Metal met metal in a horrible screech, but whatever it was stayed out of view. Tye tugged on the back of my pack, in the direction of a ladder that led up into the mess of a building that was only half built. We silently ascended, being cautious not to fall. Tye and I pulled ourselves into the exposed rafters of what should have become the first floor ceiling and the second story floor.

Just as we positioned ourselves behind a curtain of shredded and hanging plastic, we heard a body hit the concrete of the road. A moment later, there were dragging, grating footsteps.

I glanced up at Tye through the dim light, questions in my eyes. I wanted to ask what was going on. They weren’t supposed to be awake at night. But his eyes darkened and he pressed a finger against his lips for silence.

The dragging footsteps grew closer. My heart pounded in my chest, my grip tightening around my shotgun. My finger sat poised on the trigger.

It finally rounded the corner, stepping into the moonlight that spilled into the building. Its eyes were dead and empty as it searched the building for life. Its head swept from the left side of the building to the right. It hadn’t seen us, but there was some indication that told it there was something inside.

It stepped fully inside the wide, crumbled opening of the building and I saw the reason for that dragging, grinding sound. Its left leg was bent at an impossible angle, being mostly dragged and not supporting much weight. It must have broken it when it jumped from the roof of the building in the alley. Its right leg had no flesh to cover its metal bones and they clanked against the concrete floor.

I leveled my sight on it, but just before I could pull the trigger, a careful hand was on my arm. Tye looked at me with serious eyes that screamed stop . He shook his head.

Before I could try to ask him why with my eyes, the thing below us froze. Even I could tell it was listening.

A few moments later, it continued across the expansive room, dragging its dead and broken leg behind it. It disappeared into the dark of the building.

Neither of us dared move. For all we knew it could have frozen just on the other side of the dark and was listening for us.

All we could do was wait in the dark. Wait for it to try and kill us. Wait for it to make a move. Wait for the sun to come up and make a run for it.

Something shifted in my pocket and I felt it just a moment too late.

A shotgun shell slipped out and fell to the concrete floor with a soft ping, ping, ping .

Tye and I both fired into the dark, the sound of the shots echoing in the empty space in a disorienting and deafening way. As our shots illuminated the dark, I saw it, lurching through the building in our direction.