Nathan Jones - Shortage

At the last moment Turner heaved down on the back of the gun, sending the muzzle up into the sky as a deafening staccato roar rang out for several seconds. Matt watched fire pour from the gun around a line of bullets closely spaced enough that in spite of their speed he could see them trace off into the distance over the town. Amid that burst of gunfire he heard his friends and neighbors screaming in terror and the expectation of pain.

Then the gunfire stopped and the screaming slowly died as everyone realized they were unharmed. Heads started poking up above the roadblock as Ferris gave them a smug look. “Six hours to give us what we want,” he boomed. “When your time’s up we smash right through that pathetic roadblock and gun down everyone where they stand. I think you’ll make the right choice.”

He ducked back into the truck, slamming the door behind him, and the vehicle began to back away down the road.

The radio at Matt’s belt squawked. “Lucky Turner didn’t try aiming at any of you,” Lewis said. “The moment he did he would’ve got a bullet through the side of the head.”

Matt suddenly realized he was shaking so hard he could barely stand, and he disguised it by dropping down to the road to see if Catherine was all right. She seemed to be, as did everyone else. “Do we attack him?” he whispered to the Mayor. “Now’s the chance.”

She shook her head. “The other trucks are too far away. Besides, he might still change his mind between now and his deadline, and even if he doesn’t it’ll give us more chance to get prepared.”

Matt looked up at the sun. “It’ll be close to sundown by then. What if they have night vision gear? If we attack now—”

Catherine straightened and gave him a firm look. “No. Not yet.”

With a sigh he lifted the radio to his mouth and told everyone to stand down. Then he told everyone he’d put in charge of things to organize the people with them to keep doing what they’d been doing and come meet him and the Mayor at the roadblock. “We’ve got some planning to do.”

“Ferris can pretend he’s not a bad guy all he wants,” Chauncey said bitterly. “All his claims about not hurting people as long as they do what he says? Complete BS. He hurts everyone he comes across. Every time he steals from others he guarantees some, maybe all, of those he robs are going to be dead from starvation in a few weeks. And that’s a horrible way to die. We survived this winter, we all know just how horrible it is. So if you ask me I say no, we don’t do what he says and trust he’ll be merciful. The only thing Ferris and his raiders deserve from us is a well placed bullet.”

There was a strong surge of approval from the group, and from the crowd around them listening in, and Matt nodded. “I agree. Last fall Ferris made a bad situation worse and hundreds of our people died because of it. Besides, his claims of not hurting anyone will go right out the window the first time someone doesn’t do what he says. If they haven’t already, which wouldn’t surprise me. I say stealing from us once was too many times, and if he wants to do it again he’d better be ready to die trying.”

This got even stronger approval.

Catherine raised her hands for quiet. “So we agree that we’re not giving him half our things?” The crowd made their response clear. “And we’re willing to fight to defend ourselves, whatever Ferris and his men might do?” This got a less defiant roar of approval, but everyone still seemed to be in agreement. “Very well.”

She turned to Matt and lowered her voice. “What are we going to do?”

Matt wasn’t reassured by the fact that the normally in charge Mayor was looking to him for suggestions, even though this was his job. And to be honest he had his own doubts. There might be hundreds of people in town willing to fight, and enough guns to equip many of them, but Ferris had real soldiers armed with real weapons.

The advantage disappeared fairly quickly with that sort of mismatched training and weaponry, especially since Ferris could attack the town from any direction or even multiple directions. Not even hundreds of men would be enough to properly defend the borders if that happened.

“We don’t know how well supplied Ferris is,” Matt said quietly. “If he’s got more food than us he could go in for an extended siege, try to wear us down and pick us off until he can roll over us. But he doesn’t want that.”

“What do you mean?” Catherine asked.

“It’s possible he might have some personal grudge against the town, but this attack isn’t personal,” Matt clarified. “He’s a raider. He’s not here to take over the town again or even destroy it, he just wants our stuff. A siege would use up his supplies as much as ours, and the longer he holds off on a committed attack the less attractive the town is as we use up everything he’s here to steal while defending against him. Not to mention we might hit back as hard as he hits us. That’s why he tricked his way into Helper, snatched their supplies, and left. That’s why he tried to do the same here, and might’ve succeeded if we didn’t have advance warning.”

The Mayor nodded slowly. “So you’re saying if he does attack he won’t waste any time doing it?”

“Probably in the next few days,” Matt confirmed. “Or even immediately. He didn’t catch us by surprise with his arrival, but he might still try for a shock and awe attack before we can properly organize our defenses.”

“You’re sounding like a soldier,” Catherine said with a smile.

Matt couldn’t smile back. “I wish. A trained soldier would know what to do in this situation. You know things have to be pretty bad if even I can guess at how much trouble we’re in.”

“We can’t defend the town.”

Every eye turned to Lewis, many looking angry. “Are you saying we should give up?” Chauncey demanded.

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Lewis replied calmly. “I’m not saying we shouldn’t fight, I’m saying the town is too big to defend. With his vehicles he could attack us from any side faster than we can respond, and you know what happens once he’s among the houses. We have to focus on defending a smaller area, maybe Main Street itself, and accept the rest as lost.”

“He’s got machine guns and grenades!” Matt protested. “If we pack into a smaller area he’ll be able to butcher us even easier.”

Lewis nodded grimly. “You’re right, but I didn’t say pack in. We have to treat this like urban combat. Any military knows how difficult it is rolling into a hostile town. Well we have to be that hostile town. We need to use our knowledge of Aspen Hill to our advantage, be able to attack from all sides, have escape routes planned, and give him no targets he can strike at to weaken us, such as the storehouse or any place where civilians are kept.”

“So we should evacuate the civilians to Aspen Hill Canyon and turn this town into a maze of sniper’s nests and ambushes?” Trev asked.

“Hold on a moment,” Catherine interrupted. “The point is to defend the town, not kill Ferris’s men. These are our homes, all our possessions. We have our gardens here. Every house he destroys hurts us, and if he burns the entire place down it doesn’t matter if we win.”

“We have to accept some losses, and houses can be rebuilt,” Lewis replied. “Ferris is a threat to the town and it doesn’t look like he plans to leave. So ultimately the goal is to kill him and anyone else who threatens us.”

“Can we get back to the subject of why his deadline is at sundown?” Chauncey asked. “If he’s got night vision then defending the town’s going to be a whole lot harder. We’ve got a few flashlights, but not nearly enough.”