Jacqueline Druga - Reset

“Why would you think I’m not?”

“Not saying you aren’t prepared. I’m not saying that you aren’t ready. I’m just making sure, does it make sense?”

“No. It sounds pessimistic.”

“You’re right. You’re right.” Nora lifted her hands in a surrender move. She said no more. She didn’t say what she wanted to say. If she did, it would be to tell him, ‘Take a look around. Do you see anyone? Is anyone living here? Look at the grass.’

Didn’t Jason notice the grass?

It was high. Too high, four to five feet some areas and Nora was pretty certain those bushes weren’t planted by the owners of the home. They were new. They had grown in the world void of people.

Jason began his journey towards his house. At first he moved slowly, then as he rounded the bend of a cul-de-sac, he began a quicker jot. He sprinted straight up the jungle of a yard, to the front door. Nora caught up to him. She looked around. She assumed it was his home. The grass was very high. The windows were dark with dirt, the drapes were drawn. The front door was cracked from the weather and vines and weeds grew all around the archway.

Jason reached for the handle and turned it, it was locked. All it took was one good shove with his shoulder, and the door blasted open, cracking in several pieces. He turned around and looked at her over his shoulder with a smile. “I feel like the Hulk.” And then he went inside.

Nora was hesitant but she followed him in. The door led into a foyer and she stood there looking around. A wide staircase was in the center and extended upward to an open upper interior landing of the huge home.

“Melissa!” Jason yelled as he charged up the steps. “Melissa!”

If he were to find them, he had to do it on his own. Nora checked out the foyer. Boxes lined the hallway. Some marked as water, some marked as food. From where she stood she could hear Jason moving around upstairs and she could see the kitchen ahead of her. She walked in the direction of the kitchen, everything was so dusty. Just as she made it to the kitchen archway, she paused. There was a small table in the hall and on it was a picture of a beautiful woman with long hair, holding a little girl that looked to be about three. The little girl had to be Daisy. That’s what Jason said her name was.

As soon as Nora stepped into the kitchen she saw the medication on the counter, the empty pill bottles, the dishes.

The well preserved home was remarkably tidy, sans the dust and dirt that gathered through the years. But the kitchen was a mess. Totally disabled. Cabinets open. There was food in the cabinets, indicating it wasn’t looters. It reminded Nora of the time that her and Rick in the girls were sick with the stomach flu. How they just wandered around the house not caring if it messed up. Pepto-Bismol on the counter in the kitchen and it reminded Nora of that time.

Someone in the home was sick. She turned back around to head towards the living room. Jason came down the stairs.

“There are no bodies upstairs,” Jason said with a gasp of relief. “Thank God.”

Nora remained silent.

Jason walked into the living room and Nora followed. The furniture in there was covered with plastic, on the mantle were photographs and Jason want to the mantle. He stood before them with a puzzled look on his face.

“What is it?” Nora asked. She stepped closer to him

Jason ran his fingers over the photographs, clearing the dust from the frames to expose the faces. “Who is this man?”

As if Nora would possibly know, she took the photograph and looked at the man and a little girl. “Do you know the little girl?”

“No. I mean it could be Daisy, a little older.” Jason said. “But who is the man? Maybe she sold the house.”

Nora grabbed another dust cover photograph and cleared the film. It was a photograph of Jason. She handed it to him. “You’re in the right house.”

Jason took a third photo from the mantle, and cleared the dust. Nora didn’t need to hear the gasp when she saw the expression on his face. She peered over his shoulder to see the photograph. Jason wasn’t in it. It was a woman, Melissa, a toddler girl and the same man. They posed like a happy family with Easter baskets.

“This is good. This is very good.” He smiled at Nora. “She remarried.”

“Okay.” Nora was confused.

“No think about it. She remarried. This is Daisy. She’s about one year old. The virus was released three months after we were put in stasis. Which means she outlived the virus. They had an Easter. Which was the same time we were supposed to get out of stasis. Things were bright here in this neighborhood. Or at least in this area.”

Nora moistened her lips. Her mouth was dry. Jason had a point. The little girl had grown. If it indeed was Daisy, and Jason should know his own daughter, then they did beat the first wave of the virus. But where were they?

Yet, another question popped into Nora’s mind, if things were all that fine in Kentucky at least, why did they hit the reset button? Someone hadn’t told them the whole truth.

“They covered the furniture. They beat the virus. They went somewhere.” Jason said. “We just need to…”

His words trailed as his eyes widened. Nora drew a curious look. “Jason?”

“Oh my God.” He said airily and brushed by her, seemingly in shock. “Oh my God.”

Nora didn’t get to ask. She spun around to see him race from the living room through the dining room, and to the double French doors. He shoved on them until they opened and he raced outside to the yard.

From what she could see the yard was not that big, there was a pool. But the patio and what little yard there was, was completely overgrown except for… three small white crosses. Or they used to be white. The weather had worn them, causing most of the color to be gone, and the wood eroded. All of her breath escaped her. For a moment, a split moment, Nora had been drawn into optimism, and that was crushed when she went outside. As she arrived Jason had dropped to his knees and began to frantically pull the grass and the weeds that had grown around the white crosses.

“No.” Jason said sadly. “No.”

Quietly and softly Nora walked to him. She folded her arms to her body. Her voice was whispering, “Jason.”

He pounded his fist hard to the ground, shoulders bounced and then he looked over his shoulder at her with a devastating expression on his face. “They’re gone.” Jason indicated to the crosses. Each had a name deeply engraved on it. Three female names. Candy, Melissa and Daisy. “Whoever that man was, he is not in one of these graves,” Jason said with sadness. “He was the one that probably buried my family.”

They were useless. That was what Meredith told John and Grant as the reason that she left the documentation behind. Pages upon pages of names and numbers. None of them were from the area so the chances of their family being on that list were slim to none. Other than the color-coded flags and a few dates, the information was a waste of time.

John was glad to hear some information. That perhaps some people had survived. But it couldn’t be proven by him. The one thing he was certain of was, there was no way, no how, that they were making it to Washington DC by the end of the day.

Just as the sun began to set, and the vehicle cranked out the last of its power, John pulled over to the side of the road a mere twenty miles from Washington DC.

“This is bullshit,” Grant blasted. “I don’t understand why we’re going to Washington DC anyhow.”

John explained, “Because if we’re going to find any answers, if by chance your family is not around, then DC offers us an opportunity to learn something.”